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𝔐𝔶 𝔏𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔈𝔪𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰 | Seonghwa x reader

♡ Pairing: Emperor Seonghwa x Virgin Bride reader ♡ Summary: You dreamed that your love would be like a cherry blossom - tender and beautiful, but instead you are going to get married to the Great Emperor of the Park Dynasty - the cruel and depraved "Lunar Dragon" Park Seonghwa. ♡ Genre / Au / Trope : Smut, historical!AU, arranged marriage!AU, s2l, Royal!AU, ♡ Rating: 18+ / 21+ / MDNI ♡ Word count: 11.6 k ♡ Warnings: Unprotected sex, deflowering, corruption kink, first time, virgin kink, fingering, degrading, pet names, size kink, dirty talk, explicit sexual content, explicit language, oral, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, сreampie, rough sex, rough oral, power play, praise kink, and more. ♡ net: @cultofdionysusnet ♡A|N: Bunnies, as promised, I am going to spoil you with something absolutely glorious and wicked at the same time. Elegant depravity, that's what this is. Although I struggled to make this work, it has turned out to be absolutely amazing. I hope you're going to love Emperor Seonghwa as much as I love him. Have fun, bunnies, tonight is the night of the fall of the stars.

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"Mom, I'm so frightened..." You barely whisper as you sit in front of the luxurious, heavy, gold-framed mirror as servants scurry about you, combing your long, jet-black hair and gathering the smooth, silky tresses into a traditional wedding hairstyle. Massive gold jewelry set with rubies and topaz framed your head and secured your long scarlet veil—the veil of a virgin bride. You stared at your reflection in the mirror with large, wide-open eyes full of anxiety, your hands trembling nervously as you clasped the thin silk of the white robe in your lap. Your whole body was slightly shuddering with a sense of fear and dread that bound your chest like stems of icy roses full of sharp thorns, which wrapped around your delicate, pale bones and prevented you from taking a full breath. It was so natural to be afraid, not only of the fact that in a few hours you would be the wife of a great and powerful man, a man who had power over everything in your world—the greatest emperor of the Park Dynasty, "Lunar Dragon" Seonghwa—but also of your first wedding night.

"You should be proud of the fact that the Great Emperor has chosen you out of a million other girls, Y/N. His Majesty Emperor Seonghwa wants you and only you, and you must obey his wish without questioning and be the wife he would admire. You have my meaning, Y/N." Your mother said. She looked at the magnificent crimson robe, richly embroidered with gold thread, that the Emperor had chosen for you. The robe was magnificent, a perfect embodiment of His Majesty's exquisite taste and the ancient traditions of the ruling Park dynasty. Only surpassed by the brilliance of the great stars themselves and the hypnotic glow of Emperor Seonghwa's dark feline eyes were the stars and moons embroidered on the seemingly endless tail of your wedding gown. "After all, the empress must be a virgin when she ascends the throne; that is the tradition, and your purity and chastity will give the emperor a strong heir." Your mother's voice was calm and unemotional. It was as if she were talking about the most mundane of things, not your virginity.

Your mother had explained to you many times how things were going to go down on your wedding night. She hadn't gone into great detail, only saying that you should do your best to please the Emperor. But now you had a good idea of what would happen when you were alone with the Seonghwa, and it couldn't help but frighten you.

The marriage contract between your family and the ruling Park dynasty was made almost immediately after the birth of the current Emperor Seonghwa. Your family had many daughters, each one more beautiful than the one before. You never thought that you, the youngest of them all, would be the future wife of the Emperor. You had only met Seonghwa once, and then only briefly, remembering only his blowing in the wind silk robes, turquoise, and his long hair, the most beautiful shade of sakura blossom.

But you have heard many gossipy stories about Seonghwa, and they filled you with fear and kept you awake at night.

He was a cruel ruler—overbearing, selfish, proud, and arrogant. And Seonghwa was also absolutely insatiable; all the servants in the palace whispered about what a huge sexual appetite the emperor had and that his poor virgin bride would not be able to properly satisfy his hunger and desires. He had a huge harem of girls and handsome, exquisite young men who rotated in and out of His Majesty's chambers with an enviable frequency. Seonghwa never fucked the same concubine more than once. He could point his finger at anyone who interested him, and that person would be in his bed in no time. And tonight you will have to share his bed, and unlike the concubines who spend the night with him and then disappear into the luxurious gardens of the harem to continue their lives, you will have to stay by his side until death do you part, serving and worshipping him as your emperor and husband. And, of course, you will have to provide him with an heir—preferably more than one.

The purpose of your life is the continuation of the dynasty.

You were intensely jealous of all your sisters, who were free to choose their husbands, who were free to marry for love, now that you would be the bearer of the unbearable burden of the crown. You never asked for it; you never wished for it. Seonghwa was extremely wealthy; he was the most powerful ruler in the world. He enslaved and conquered lands as if it were child's play. Even though the Emperor showered you with jewelry and gave you lavish gifts to marry, you didn't care. He would never love you, and you couldn't imagine a world where you could have love and desire for a man who knew nothing but the flames of war and debauchery.

"I'm very scared of him, Mum..." You said again as you watched one of the maids place a golden hairpin set with a black onyx into your hair, given to you by one of the Seven Great Generals of Seonghwa, Choi San.

The dark-eyed demon had given it to you personally this morning, and looking at the man's otherworldly beauty, you couldn't help but think of the rumors that the generals were bound to Seonghwa not only by the battlefield and the hot blood that ran down their arms like scarlet rivers, but also by the silk sheets of the emperor's bed. And perhaps the devilish gleam in San's eyes as his plump, soft lips pressed sensuously against your wrist in a sign of respect meant that you would be able to confirm or deny the rumor in no time at all.

Right now, all you wanted was for your mother to make everything better for you, to spare you from the fears and terrible thoughts that swirled around in your head like a swirl of falling sakura petals, the color of which reminded you of Seonghwa's hair. You were a grown girl, hours away from becoming Empress, but there was a small part of you that longed to be safe and comforted by your mother. You wished with all your heart that she would be able to make Emperor Seonghwa change his mind and choose one of your sisters instead of you.

But it was impossible to do that. No one in this world had the right to go against the wishes of the great Emperor 'Lunar Dragon' Park Seonghwa. He chose you without even bothering to explain why, simply pointing his finger at you as you spent time with your sisters in the Imperial Garden during one of your family's visits to the palace.

"She will be my Empress. She will be mine." Seonghwa said, and you saw the eyes of your mother glisten with tears that had not been shed.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart." Your mother whispered to you. "But perhaps the Emperor will be a good husband. If he wants to have strong and healthy heirs, he'll have to treat you well."

Your mother tried so hard to be brave for you, and you were forever grateful to her for that. In your family, it was always believed that a man had to treat his wife well if he wanted her to bear him a large number of children. And your father really did idolize her, judging by the fact that your mother gave birth to nine children. You could only hope that Emperor Park would follow this wisdom, but you really had doubts that Seonghwa would make any effort to honor and follow your family's traditions. He probably didn't care about anything except increasing his power and satisfying his animal sexual desires.

Seonghwa was a true dragon, not only by blood but by nature. A predatory beast dressed in silk robes and glittering jewels.

"I will do my best to please him." You murmured, and you immediately heard the soft chuckle of a maid tucking a veil into your hair. You cast an angry glance at the slender girl, and her cheeks flushed in an instant. But you could understand the reason for her laughter. What pleasure could a virgin give an experienced and lecherous emperor, whose luxurious bed was warmed by the most beautiful and seductive girls and boys in the empire?

It was a bit of a delusion on your part to wish for that. Most likely, Songhwa would see you as just another beautiful thing in his collection, spending the rest of your life bearing children and sitting on a velvet cushion. Once the wedding ceremony was over, you would be nothing more than his next great conquest.

"Give me your hand, My Lady." Another of the maids spoke to you politely, and you reluctantly held out your cold palm to her. The girl carefully placed a heavy gold bracelet on your wrist, engraved with a dragon with rubies glinting ominously in its eyes; it was more like a shackle, another gift from the General, this time given to you by the magnificent Kim Hongjoong.

As you knew, Hongjoong was not only one of the seven generals and Seonghwa's confidant, but also his close childhood friend, with whom he grew up and shared everything in his life. Hongjoong was also the one who visited you more often than the other generals. He had a devilish gaze and a sly curve of blood-red lips, and he instilled in you the same animal terror as Seonghwa himself. You thought that everything he touched or said had an ulterior motive, and frankly, you didn't really want to know the true meaning of his actions, but the smile he gave you last night when he handed you the bracelet left you no choice. Sooner or later, you will find out, but by then, it will be too late to try to escape the Golden Emperor's cage. Your life, like your body, will belong to Seonghwa from now on.

You swallowed hard as the maids began to remove the robe from your shoulders. It exposed your sun-untouched skin.

"My Lady, it is time..."

You could hear your mother sobbing softly as the bloody silk flowed down your body. She seemed to be holding back the tears from all of them for your sake. Your heart was beating faster, and your fingers were starting to tremble. You were only a few hours away from your inevitable destiny and several miles of ceremonial procession, at the end of which would be the Great Lunar Dragon, Seonghwa Park.

The anxiety of it all almost made your stomach hurt.

The wedding ceremony was grand; your golden palanquin was carried solemnly down a street strewn with flowers and silk ribbons to the cheers of the crowd welcoming their new Empress. The flash of his cherry blossom hair and the firm, possessive palm of his hand that took yours before leading you up the great staircase 'to heaven' are all you can remember of Seonghwa. It was all a blur to you—the rich scent of incense and flowers making your head spin and a nervous knot tightening in the pit of your stomach. Your hands were cold in the Emperor's hot palms as you made your marriage vows. Your lips trembled as you swore to be his precious wife and to carry the burden of a great empire on your shoulders as his Empress. Tears welled up in your eyes.

Songhwa's soft, velvety voice whispered in your ear, "You belong to me.".

Nothing in the universe could have prepared you for his kiss - fiery, passionate, and hungry, it seemed as if Songhwa wanted to drink your soul through that kiss, to consume you whole, to turn your will and your desires to ashes. You heard the rapturous cheers of the seven generals and other cronies of the ruling Park dynasty. The Emperor's graceful palm encircled your neck from behind and pulled you closer to him. Your knees buckled, and you could barely breathe as Songhwa's long, hot tongue took possession of your mouth, wrapping around your own tongue and sliding across your palate and the inside of your cheeks. His thumb pressed lightly against the pulsing vein in your neck, your pulse racing beneath his soft fingertip as his teeth dug into your plump lower lip, almost biting to the blood.

You wanted to scream in pain, but there were too many people around—too many angry tongues dripping venom—just waiting to start gossiping about you. So instead, you tried to distract yourself from the pain and focus on something else.

But instead, your eyes were captured by the seductive gaze of the siren belonging to none other than General Jung Wooyoung. His full, sensuous lips parted as if he were enjoying the kiss itself, the sharp tip of his tongue sliding across the soft, red flesh of his lower lip, leaving him glistening and moist. You had the feeling that his dark, almost black eyes were gliding over your body. His gaze was shamelessly undressing you, while his friend, his Emperor, was devouring your mouth with a hungry, passionate kiss. You looked away in shame and embarrassment.

When Seonghwa finally let go of you and allowed you to take a long-awaited deep breath, you felt like you were going to faint. Just a small glimpse of what awaited you on your wedding night sent shivers of fear down your spine.

"You belong to me. Forever." Seonghwa whispers again, and you have a full understanding of the meaning of his words. Yes, you really do belong to him right now.

When it's time for you to leave the ceremony and prepare for your first wedding night, you almost start to gasp. You catch San's dark, demonic gaze as he leans over to whisper something into General Kim's ear. His words cause Hongjoong's blood-red lips to curl into an evil, almost devilish grin. Even through the many layers of heavy silk, you can feel the flames of his gaze burning through your skin.

"Your Majesty..." You turn your head to the side, only to find yourself facing the goddess Aphrodite herself, in the form of a man. General Kang Yeosang has always held a special place in your heart. Gentle and elegant like an exotic flower, his speech always soft and soothing, and his deep, velvety voice like the call of a chamois. Seonghwa's hair may have been the color of delicate sakura petals, and his eyes may have been brighter than all the stars in the endless midnight sky, but that was just a facade to hide the lustful and cruel devil that lurked inside. Yeosang, on the other hand, in spite of his wicked beauty, was the very embodiment of an angel. You will have heard the servants of the palace call him the Black Swan of the Empire.

Yeosan's soft and gentle nature might have reassured you and even given you some semblance of comfort before Seonghwa ravaged your body and took what was now his—your virginity. But the sensual curve of his plump lips and the hungry glint in the dark eyes of the siren, General Jung Wooyoung, who now extended his palm to you in an inviting gesture, sent an icy shiver down your spine. You rarely saw Wooyoung, and when you did, there was always a decent distance or several other people between you, so you had never felt his presence as close as you did now, and you had never been so fascinated by the sharpness of his face or the small mole under his eye, and this feeling frightened you as much as it frightened Seonghwa and Hongjoong.

"Your Majesty, it's time for you to go." As he turned to you, Wooyoung's voice was sultry and hoarse. It made you feel as if the flames themselves were licking at your body or at the lips of your lover in the heat of a forbidden caress.

"I...my maids should see me out. General Jung, thank you." You bite your lip nervously and look around, hoping to find your maids and avoid the two generals' eyes on you, but instead you see Seonghwa watching you intently, his head tilted slightly to the side, a few soft pink strands falling onto his gorgeous face. If he could only have a breath, it would be majestic. Seonghwa was indeed the true embodiment of the divine Lunar Dragon.

"His Majesty, the Emperor Seonghwa, has ordered us to escort you to his chambers in person." It was Yeosang's voice this time. Something about the way he said your husband's name aroused you, and not in the most pleasant way.

"I... I'm not quite sure, General Kang." You have an almost pathetic look on your face, an attempt to delay the inevitable, and to be honest, you had no desire to be in the company of any of the seven illustrious generals right now.

Wooyoung just grinned mischievously at your words, obviously finding you very amusing. As he leaned closer, his lips almost touched your earlobe, and you could smell the scent of sandalwood emanating from his caramel skin.

"Don't make him wait, dear. Seonghwa is an impatient and passionate lover; the longer you resist him, the harder he will be with you, and we don't want a jewel like you to be injured, do we?"

"Stop it, Wooyoung; you're scaring her." Yeosang hisses, but does nothing to contradict the words of General Jung.

You swallow noisily and silently place your cold, clammy palm in Wooyoung's hand, letting him and Yeosang escort you to the Emperor's quarters. The last thing you notice as you leave the Ceremonial Hall, where the noisy festivities of the Imperial Wedding will continue until dawn, is the sensual curve of Seonghwa's luscious, plump lips as he smiles at you and the glimmer of ominous rubies in the eyes of the golden dragon on the very same bracelet you wear on your arm, jingling on Hongjoong's slender wrist as he lazily waves goodbye to you.

"You don't have to worry that hard, Y/N." Wooyoung says as he pulls the heavy silk of your wedding gown off your shoulders, and you might have resented the familiarity with which he addressed you if you hadn't felt the glide of his fingertips over your bare skin. The whole situation was confusing, to say the least. Completely beyond any conscious explanation, two great generals of the Empire are now acting as your personal maids, helping you change your dress, removing your jewelry, and unraveling the intricacies of your wedding hairstyle.

Letting them treat you like a doll, undressing you layer by layer, and exposing more and more of your body to their dark gaze, you didn't know how to react or what to say. Wooyoung's breath was hot on the back of your neck, while Yeosang's cold fingers brushed over your collarbones as he removed the massive gold necklace. They continued their actions until you were left in the thin white dress that was the base of your outfit, and the only jewelry you wore was a black onyx stud given to you by San and, as it turned out, a paired bracelet from Hongjoong.

"Everything will be alright, Your Majesty." Yeosang gently ran his thumb over your wrist, the feel of your pulse racing under his touch. He liked the fact that he was making you nervous; your reaction brought a smile to his beautiful lips. Wooyoung's arms wrapped around your waist for a second, and his firm, hot chest pressed tightly against your back. You could swear you could feel his heart beating through your skin at that moment; he was so close to you.

"We will leave you now, my... Empress." It was almost as if he whispered the last word into your skin. "Enjoy your night." His touch was gone as suddenly as it had appeared, and you could feel the cold air of the room now caressing you as General Jung's hot body moved away from you.

"Try to relax and let Seonghwa take care of you; I promise nothing terrible will happen to you." Yeosang leaned down and planted a chaste kiss on your cheek before following Wooyoung out of the room, leaving you all alone—completely confused, frightened, and not knowing what to expect from Seonghwa if his generals could afford to treat you like this.

"Lunar Dragon" - the great Emperor Park Seonghwa is standing in front of you. His luxurious long hair, the colour of sakura petals, was still partially gathered on his head by long crystal hairpins. Teardrop-shaped crystals were dangling from them. He had replaced his heavy ceremonial robes with a light mantle of the most beautiful snow-white silk you've ever seen - dragons embroidered in silver and turquoise danced on the fabric like in the clouds. You can see his naked, chiseled torso, his muscular chest rising and falling to the rhythm of his measured breathing. Seonghwa's appearance is completely relaxed, but everything about him is a scream of the majesty and power he has over this world. He notices the way your eyes slide down his body, his lips curling into a satisfied, smug grin. You blush and lower your eyes to the floor.

Your heart is beating at breakneck speed against your ribs, and you have the feeling that Seonghwa can easily hear the sound. Your mother told you that you might feel aroused when you were alone with the Emperor, that you would want to touch his body, taste his lips, feel his hot hands on you, and maybe even feel his mouth on your private parts, but you... you didn't want to. You didn't feel aroused at all. You were afraid of Seonghwa, and after what Wooyoung had said to you in the ceremonial hall today, you were even more afraid of him, and no amount of assurances from Yeosang that everything would be all right could change your mind. You were afraid to even look him in the eye, and you clutched the fabric of your dress nervously in your hands, trying to calm yourself.

"My Emperor, are you going to hurt me today?" You were so stupid, good Lord, you couldn't think of anything else to say? Apart from the wedding vows, these were the first words you'd ever spoken to him directly, and you couldn't think of anything else to say: "Will you hurt me?" For some strange reason, you expected that after the wedding you would magically feel like a different person, that after saying your vows, your animal fear of Seonghwa would disappear. It didn't happen at all. You continued to feel frightened and ignorant, and completely at the mercy of the Emperor.

You could feel the weight of his heavy, hypnotic gaze on your skin as he silently scanned your body through the thin, transparent dress that you wore. He was looking at you shamelessly and greedily, and it only served to increase your fear. Seonghwa's long fingers cupped your chin and lifted your face. The soft pad of his thumb is pressed against your lower lip. You hesitantly met his gaze, your eyes instantly held hostage by the magnetic, bottomless eyes of the Emperor. Sharp and soft, demonic and angelic, sparkling like eternal stars and impenetrable like the thickest darkness, you had never met anyone with such eyes. His almost black irises flickered like flames, as if they were absorbing the glow of the candlelight.

"Is that the way you are supposed to address your husband, hmm? Call me by my name." Seonghwa's command to you. The sound of his voice was like liquid silk. Seonghwa grabbed your chin with his graceful hand and tilted your head even higher. You had to strain your neck to hold his gaze with your eyes.

"M-my Emperor..." Your voice trembles, and in spite of the clear command, you say something completely different from what Seonghwa wants you to say.

His finger presses harder against your lip, the sharp nail digging into the soft flesh in a painful way, and your mouth opens automatically.

"I want to hear you say my name, my love. And you need to obey without questioning, darling. You don't want to upset me. Do you?" Seonghwa's tone of voice is still soft and velvety, but you can hear the small hint of a hidden threat in his words. And it is scaring the hell out of you right now. To be honest, you don't want to say his name at all. There's something about it that feels like an irreversible end, like if you say it out loud, you're going to lose any semblance of controlling your life. But there can be no disobedience, especially not now.

"Seonghwa." It's easier than you thought, but for some reason, his name still leaves a bitter taste on the tip of your tongue.

He turns away from you, instead walking over to the luxurious bed and lowering himself smoothly onto it. The flaps of his robe swing further open, and the wide silk collar slides off his shoulders as he sits down on the soft feather bed. You can't help but admire the Emperor for a moment as strands of pink hair fall across his handsome face.

His eyes narrowed predatorily for a second. His gorgeous, god-like face takes on a sharp, animal beauty, but it's only for a moment before his expression becomes majestically relaxed again.

"There you are, good girl." His praise is as condescending as if he were addressing one of the many maids in the palace instead of his Empress. Without taking his eyes off you, Seonghwa pushes his thumb fully into your mouth, pressing it against your tongue's soft, slippery surface. Your eyes widen at the action. "Lick it." He gives the order again, and you weakly run your tongue along the pad of his finger, leaving a thick trail of saliva on it. Then he pulls the finger out of your mouth, takes a step back, and, looking you in the eye, pushes the wet finger into his mouth. His plump lips close in an erotic way around the long appendage as he sucks weakly on it. Heat floods your whole face at this seemingly innocent act, but when Seonghwa does it, it looks so damn lewd and lascivious.

"Strip for me." Seonghwa's voice commands you.

The cold air of his chambers was now licking at your skin, causing your sensitive nipples to tense and swell in response. Embarrassed, you covered yourself with your arms and crossed your legs slightly to hide your pussy from the dark, burning gaze of the Emperor. At that moment, Seonghwa reminded you of a huge, contented cat that had gotten the cream. He leaned back slightly on his hands on the bed, arching his back and tilting his head to the side, making the muscles in his long, thin neck tense. Seductive wasn't a strong enough word to describe the way the Emperor looked right now. Depraved? Vicious? Devilish? Maybe it was all of those things at the same time.

Your cheeks were burning with embarrassment. His command was clear and precise, and the fear of being completely vulnerable in front of him made your heart beat even faster. Your fingers trembled as you reached for the wide waistband of your dress. It had all happened so very quickly. Your mind had barely had time for a moment's reflection. You knew that it was best to obey him and not question what he wanted. Carefully, you unbuckled the belt, and the dress slid gently down your body before it spilled out in a puddle of silk on the floor at your feet.

"I-I... do you like it?" You asked him. Your voice was barely above a whisper. God, it was so embarrassing. Would this happen every time you shared a bed with him? You lowered your eyes to the floor, unable to bear to look at his hungry, lustful gaze.

"Ain't you a pretty little jewel, huh? It was so sweet of you to ask me that. Now take your hands away, so that I can see the whole of your pretty body."

His words caused you to let out a soft squeak, as you were completely shocked. It was humiliating, to say the least. It was one thing to be lying naked under someone else, but it was a lot more vulnerable to find yourself completely naked in the middle of the room. But there was no way you could forbid the Emperor to look at your body the way he wanted to. The words he had spoken earlier were still running through your mind: "You belong to me." So you obeyed him once more, even though everything in your heart was telling you not to.

"What's a gem? Are you so embarrassed already?" Seonghwa laughed grimly as he looked at your naked body; his eyes lingered on your pussy as he sensually ran the tip of his long tongue over his plump, sensual lips. "Come closer to me, darling."

God, it seemed like it couldn't get any worse, but obviously the Emperor had thought a lot about how to make you squirm without even touching you. You took a couple of steps forward until you were standing between his legs as they spread apart.

"Now turn around for me." His voice dropped a couple of octaves, the velvety tone getting darker and more husky. Your face turned even more red, and your lips began to quiver. You slowly turned away from him so that he had a good view of your bottom. You could feel his predatory eyes on the small of your back and his greedy gaze on your crotch. You almost screamed as you felt his hands on your hips, pulling you down with all their might until you were sitting on the bed between his legs. Seonghwa pressed his body against your back, and it reminded you of Wooyoung, but that thought disappeared as quickly as it had appeared when his hands cupped your breasts and his full lips were pressed against your ear. "You're supposed to please me, you know." He said. His hot breath flowed over the soft skin of your ear with each letter of the word he spoke. It sent a shiver down the length of your body. "Remember this." He squeezed your breasts roughly, causing you to give a soft whimper.

"Yes, Your Majesty…" You breathed out.

Your breasts were terribly sensitive under his rough and skilled hands, and you were so overwhelmed by the sensation that you collapsed completely into his arms. You had no idea how pleasurable it could be; you'd never played with your boobs before. As Seonghwa's long fingers brushed lightly over your swollen nipples, a soft moan of pleasure escaped your open lips.

"You're so sensitive, my little jewel, and that's what I love about virgins; you're all so sweet and shy, you blush and whimper at the slightest touch. But do you know what it is that I love the most?" Seonghwa asked you as he gently twisted your nipples with his long, thin fingers, making you moan and shake your head in a negative way. "Most of all, I love to see the look on their pretty faces when I stretch their tight little cunts with my big, thick cock. I love the sound of them moaning my name as they cum on my tongue." God, that was just too much.

The combination of the Emperor's deep, hypnotic voice and how dirty and disgusting his words were almost made you whimper pitifully. His hands continued to play expertly with your heavy, plump tits, massaging and squeezing the flesh as his fingers tweaked and pulled at the hard, sensitive nipples. The tender skin of your breasts reddened under his firm grip. Unconsciously, you rested your head on his shoulder, becoming more and more lost in the sensation of his touch on your body.

"But you are my shining star; you are special to me, unlike those whores who live only with the thought of being filled with Imperial sperm. They will never be able to stand in your shoes, and none of them will ever be the mother of my heir. None of them will ever be my Empress." One of his hands slid down your belly until his hot palm cupped your pussy in a possessive way. His long middle finger pressed between your labia to feel the moisture that had accumulated there. Your breath caught in your throat as Seonghwa pulled roughly on your nipple, his palm pressing even harder against your cunt. "I'm going to fuck that virgin pussy until your belly swells up with my heir." His lips brushed against your ear again, and he whispered in a sultry voice. "And maybe it won't just be mine, if you know what I mean."

Seonghwa began to kiss your neck, leaving scorching, open-mouthed kisses on your skin. His lips were plush and moist as they glided over the sensitive veins and nerves, which flowed in bluish, translucent rivers beneath the pallor of your skin. You moaned and unconsciously pressed your pussy harder against his hand as Seonghwa's teeth bit into a particularly sensitive spot on your neck. The Emperor ran the tips of his fingers along the silken folds of your cunt, the moisture clinging to his fingers.

"I-I...oh..." Endless moans echoed through the room as Seonghwa's finger pads pressed against your sensitive clit. The light pressure on the swollen bundle of nerves sent waves of pleasure through your body.

"Can you feel it, my star? Do you have a sense of how swollen and wet your pussy is?" The Emperor's words caused another moan to escape your lips; your mind was hazy and distant, and Seonghwa's voice was luring you deeper and deeper into the trap of lust and pleasure. "I can feel your desire, my jewel; your little cunt wants to be filled with cock so desperately." He said. Lost in the sounds and sensations of your own body, your hips twitched as his fingers began to circle your clit. Your breathing came and went, each exhale punctuated by a soft moan of pleasure. "Your virgin pussy is throbbing under my touch, my little star. I want to see you sink into ecstasy; I want to see that shy, innocent facade shatter as you cum and wriggle under my touch." Seonghwa removed his hand from your breast, then wrapped his fingers around your chin, turning your head sideways so your lips met his. "Under my tongue." He whispered before you had the taste of his kiss for the second time that night. You were so mesmerized by the feel of the Emperor's soft, luscious lips on yours that you didn't notice him pressing his hips against you.

You were whimpering into his mouth as you felt the hard, hot length of his cock pressing down hard against your arse. Your eyes widened in fear, and your mouth opened to allow Seonghwa's tongue to enter your mouth and wrap around your tongue in a sensual way.

Seonghwa's kiss to you at the wedding ceremony was nothing in comparison to the kiss he was giving you now. The impossible, hot-tight, sinful, shameful, pleasure-filled kiss that made you gasp and whimper against his lips. A low, guttural moan escaped from his lips, becoming almost animalistic in nature as his fingers slid deeper and deeper between your folds. Seonghwa growls and pulls his lips away from yours, swollen and tortured after his caresses them. You moan loudly as his fingers circle around your clit, your juices making it slick and slippery, and that just adding the stimulation. Mindlessly, you buck your hips against his touch, and he lets you do it, enjoying how desperate you are already looking. The Emperor was right. Virgins are always so easy, too pliable, and eager to be touched. And you, his precious little Empress, are no exception.

His eyes were the trap of vice, the bottomless pit of lust and wickedness, but you couldn't look away from them. They were lustrous and almost black, like the onyx in the jewelled hairpin San had given you. They seemed to penetrate your very soul, making you shiver. A seductive grin played across his devilishly handsome face as his fingers continued to play with your pussy, making it more and more wet and in need of attention. You gasped for breath as you felt your little hole squeeze on nothing, and a thick, gooey drop of slime poured out of you.

"Ahm-aah...Your Majesty...ahhhh...Seonghwa." You were at a loss for words and had no formula. Pleasure curled up at the core of your being, and you rolled your eyes in delight.

"Yes, that's right, my star. Does it feel good? Do you like it when my fingers play with your little virgin pussy, when you feel them on your throbbing, swollen clit?" He asked. The silk of his voice was a breath that was a tickle to your ear.

"Your Majesty... It's... It's so embarrassing."

His eyes flashed with pleasure, and the grip he had on your face was like a vice grip. You felt his hips jerk forward, and he pressed his cock harder against the soft flesh of your ass. His excitement was obvious. Suddenly, his fingers stopped teasing the folds of your cunt. Seonghwa brought them to his mouth instead. His eyes sparkled like jewels, seductive and dangerous, as his long tongue darted out of his mouth to lick the viscous fluid that ran down the long appendages.

"You're sweet—maybe too sweet for your own good." Seonghwa wraps his arms around your neck and pulls you closer to his beautiful face, so that his lips make contact with yours once more. "And there's something you should know about me, my star: I have a horrible sweet tooth." Instantly, he releases you from his grip and changes position so that you're on your back, spread out on the beautiful sheets, his lithe body hovering over you. His hair is completely disheveled, long strands of pink falling haphazardly across his face, and you can see a faint blush on his cheeks and his luscious lips, swollen from kissing and taking on a darker shade. God, he looks like a true deity, and you can see why they call him the 'Lunar Dragon'; mere mortals can never be so majestic and seductive; they are not given that magnetic pull that draws everyone to this dangerous creature like a moth to a flame.

Seonghwa slides down your body until his hands are cupped around your thighs, pulling them apart so that your juicy, wet cunt is exposed to his hungry gaze. He runs his fingers gently down your thick, soft thighs, squeezing your flesh together for a moment, the sharp tips of his nails digging painfully into your thighs, and you make a squeal at the rough caress. It was a terrible shame to lie there, completely naked, with your legs spread wide open, while Seonghwa towered over you, still fascinating and powerful, even if he did look a little disheveled. And what was even more humiliating was that you were already so wet for him—your juices were constantly flowing from your hole and dripping between your cheeks onto the silk of the sheets—but you didn't have time to think about that when Seonghwa pressed down on your clit without warning, making you gasp loudly. You almost screamed, your legs twitching in a feeble attempt to squeeze together as he skillfully circled the sensitive bundle of nerves, his fingernail lightly scraping the tender skin.

"You have such a sweet little cunt, my star," Seonghwa whispered as he pushed your swollen labia apart to expose the soft pink inside. He bent his face over your pussy and let his hot breath flow over the sensitive flesh, causing even more fluid to spill out of your hole. "I will only say this once, my precious. You will be a good girl and take everything I give you. I will eat that sweet virgin cunt for as long as I want. If you dare to refuse, I will fuck you without any stretches at all, and believe me, unlike you, I am going to get a lot of pleasure when my cock rips that tight cunt in half. Do you understand me?"

"I-I, yes, I understand, Your Majesty."

The first licks from Seonghwa's tongue on your juicy pussy made you arch your back and roll your eyes. The sensation was too overwhelming for your words. As soon as the Emperor had tasted you on his lips, he began to eat you with a hungry ferocity. Seonghwa plunged his tongue into your tight, wet hole, almost biting your tender, quivering folds, his teeth clawing at your swollen, sensitive clit, making you writhe and squirm as his hands gripped your thighs tighter.

Seonghwa lived for the pussy, and he'd tasted a lot of it over the years, but your sweet virgin cunt tasted the best of all. His little Empress had the most amazing cunt of them all—a pussy that was worthy of an emperor.

"I can't wait to get my tongue inside you, my star. Do you like it, my Empress? Tell me. Do you like my tongue in your slutty virgin pussy?"

"Uh, huh... I... I... it feels so good... your Majesty..." You moaned.

Your viscous slime and his own saliva now coated Seonghwa's chin as his mouth pressed greedily against you, licking and lapping up all the juices flowing from you as if they were divine nectar. Your tight hole was twitching under the caress of his tongue, begging for filling. And who was he to refuse to give it to you?

Seonghwa slid his finger into the throbbing warmth of your vagina, feeling the slight resistance of the muscles as the long appendage stretched your virgin entrance. He did it slowly, but you moaned in spite of himself as his finger filled you. His lips circled around your clit, slowly sucking at the sensitive cluster of nerves, and Seonghwa felt the warm, silky walls of your pussy tighten around his finger.

"Y-Your Majesty... that's a lot... I" You found it hard to speak; hot excitement was flowing beneath your skin, making you helpless and pliable for him, but a sharp slap on your thigh made you cry out loudly. The mark of his hand bloomed like a rose on the milky surface of your skin.

You continued to whimper as you responded to the rough and vulgar words the Emperor spoke to you. Not daring to take his eyes off the way your hole was absorbing them, Seonghwa added another finger. Your walls clenched around his fingers, trying to hold them in, even though the burning sensation of stretching made it difficult. To make it easier for Seonghwa to move his fingers in and out of your pussy, you tried to relax as much as possible. A lump of saliva landed on the top of your pussy and spread over your delicate folds.

"My Name. I need you to moan out my name and nothing else, my star. I want to hear you say it out loud as I destroy you with my fingers and my tongue. Your hungry cunt swallows my fingers so well, my little

Empress."

"Look at you, my star; you're so wet for me; you literally drip into my mouth. You are not so clean and pure any more, are you? Who would have thought that a beautiful lady would like to have her cunt licked?" The squelching of your wetness and Seonghwa's saliva as he slid two fingers in and out of your tight hole was loud and disgusting. Seonghwa was mesmerized by the way your pussy clung to his fingers, his tongue circling the edges of your vagina, slipping inside slightly each time his fingers came out of you.

You arch your back and feel a strange, crushing tension build up in your lower abdomen, and you clench the silk sheets in your fists. It's frightening, but somehow you have a desire for it to consume you completely.

"Seonghwa, I... Oh God... I, I don't know, this feeling inside me..." Your breathing is ragged, with each word coming out of your mouth with difficulty. The Emperor lifts his hypnotic gaze up to you, his mouth still pressed against your pussy. His eyes are so dark and hypnotic—glimmering black stars in the lacy frame of his eyelashes—and you swear you see a flash of golden glow in them before it fades, leaving only lust and insatiable hunger.

"My little Empress, you are about to cum for the first time, are you? Jewel, you must wait until I say so." Seonghwa growled as he squeezed the soft flesh of your thigh harder and harder, and you could already see the purple and black bruises that were beginning to form on your skin. "Your slutty cunt won't be able to come until I tell you to." You whimper pitifully at the command of authority in his velvety voice, your pussy clutching onto his two fingers.

But Seonghwa doesn't seem to have had enough and decides to stretch you even further, trying to push a third finger inside you, causing you to squeal and jerk your hips in an attempt to avoid the stinging sensation inside you, but it has the exact opposite effect. Your abrupt movement forces his fingers deeper into you, hitting a particularly sensitive spot inside, and you gasp at the sharp sensation of delight that rips through you like a bolt of lightning. You are so lost in pleasure that you don't even notice the tip of his third finger as it enters you.

Seonghwa is sucking on your clit in an almost lazy way, stretching and stimulating you at the same time.

"S-Songhwa!" You almost start to cry, your eyes filling with tears from the mixture of feelings and emotions. This is too good to pass up, but at the same time, too much for you to bear. "Please, Seonghwa, Your Majesty."

"Hmm, are you beggin' me already, my star? My little Еmpress, if you can't take my fingers, then you'll never be able to take my cock, and that is literally your only responsibility in life. To lie here in my bed and to fuck me like this. Your husband and your Еmperor. Seonghwa replies, licking the broad stripes between your trembling soft folds and pulling her fingers out of you to suck on your clenching, flowing hole.

"I'm sorry... I'm t-trying to be a decent wife to you... I'm so sorry." You stutter.

The Emperor slid three fingers back into your pussy, stroking your velvety walls and pressing the pads of his fingers against your G-spot as he did so.

"You're so sweet, begging and crying like a pretty little girl, but you're not a girl anymore. You're my wife, my Empress, so be damned obedient to me and take everything I give you without objection." When he had finished speaking, his lips were around your exhausted clit again.

"Oh, please, Seonghwa! P-please, I need...I want...please let me come...I promise I'll be so good to you." Tears streamed down your face as your whole body began to shake a little, and you lifted your hips to press even harder against Seonghwa.

Seonghwa seems to have decided to spare you this time, enjoying how desperate and needy you look—all that crying and whining, and he hasn't even fucked you properly. But it's not over yet.

"If you want it so badly, darling, you can cum." As soon as those words fall from his flushed, swollen lips, it feels as if your whole body is completely attuned to his every command or desire, and you arch up almost immediately, rolling your eyes and experiencing your first real orgasm on Seonghwa's long, slender fingers. Seonghwa lets out a deep, low moan as he watches you writhe in pleasure as he continues to finger-fuck you until you begin to whimper and beg him to stop.

"I'm not done with you yet, my star." Seonghwa whispers in a grim voice as he pushes his fingers into your wet and sensitive pussy. You're almost incoherent at this point, shaking with excitement as he pulls his fingers out of you and crawls up your body to pull you into a hot, dirty kiss. His lips, chin, and cheeks are wet and sticky with your juices, but he doesn't care; he doesn't bother wiping, preferring to fuck your mouth with his tongue.

As Seonghwa pulled away from your lips and allowed you to take a full breath, the look on his face took on that predatory animal look that you'd seen on him before tonight, and it was crystal clear to you what was going to happen next. Fear and excitement at the prospect of finally losing your virginity mix together in your heart. You weren't sure if the feeling was one of relief or horror, but your body was already on edge with anticipation. You could feel your stomach twist with desire and excitement, and you were absolutely shocked that your body reacted in this way even after an orgasm.

"And now, my little Empress, I would like to show you what it means to be the wife of the Emperor. His beautiful cock sleeve." Seonghwa gets down from you, but only to take off his silk robe and to pull his trousers down over his long legs until he is completely naked. His hair is now completely loose, long strands the color of sakura petals falling freely over his shoulders and chest. You would want to admire how beautiful his face looks framed by his pink silk hair if your eyes weren't focused on his cock pressed against his flat, embossed belly. Like everything about His Majesty Emperor Seonghwa, his cock was just as magnificent and attractive: the hard, thick length was slippery and glistening with pre-cum flowing from the dark pink head, the vein bulging with tension stood out on its velvety girth, and overall, his cock made you inexplicably want to run your tongue over it and taste its flavor. You swallowed loudly, turning your head to the side, a crimson blush of embarrassment mixing with the lust that now filled your veins with something intoxicating and forbidden and spreading across your rounded cheeks.

Your mouth opened to say something, but you quickly shut it when you noticed that he had raised his perfect eyebrow in a slightly mocking expression. His movements were slow and elegant as he crawled across the bed towards you like some mythical beast. Long fingers wrapped around your ankle before he pulled you towards him until his body was between your spread legs. He towered over you—magnificent, almost divine—making you feel small and fragile. Strands of his long, sakura-colored hair fell around his slender body. His smooth skin shimmered like liquid gold in the soft, diffused light of the candle.

His graceful hand slid up the curve of your thigh, caressing your soft skin where the marks of his possessive touch had already blossomed, and higher and higher until it reached your full breasts. Seonghwa squeezed your breast before running his fingers around the swollen pink nipple. A pitiful moan escaped your lips as his luxurious, juicy lips connected with another hardened bud and sucked it roughly into his hungry, beautiful mouth. You meowed in response, the new kind of stimulation causing you to arch your back in pleasure and unconsciously push your breasts closer to him. He purred velvetily, flicking his tongue over your tender nipple until it was glistening and wet from his attention.

Without hesitating, the Emperor lifted his knee between your hips, forcing them to spread further apart, allowing him to slip between them. Your hands rose hesitantly and floated in the air for a second before you found them lying on Seonghwa's strong shoulders. His skin felt warm and soft under your fingers. Your body tensed, and a small cry escaped your parted lips as you felt Sonhwa's teeth bite into your chest, and soon a mark resembling a shining crescent moon formed where his teeth had been. Suddenly, the Emperor grabbed hold of your wrists and lifted your arms above your head, restricting your movements and locking you completely into the cage beneath his body.

"And now you would like to touch me, my little Empress?" Seonghwa grinned grimly. "First of all, I want to take what is rightfully mine, my star. Beg me for it." He let out a growl. Like a dark, forbidden caress, the low, vibrating sound of his voice went through your body. The heavy, velvety length of his cock pressed against the inner side of your thigh. You wanted to run away, to hide from that bottomless, hypnotic gaze of lust and hunger, but at the same time you wanted more of him, to feel everything you'd never felt before. The thought of how Seonghwa would enjoy you, how he would use you for his own pleasure, and how he would make you his own, subjecting you to his will and his power, made you long for that feeling. You desperately wanted to belong to him.

"Please, my Emperor, Seonghwa, take me. I belong to you." You barely managed to whisper the words, but the Emperor was able to hear them clearly. Embarrassed, you turned away from him, exposing your slender, delicate neck. His hot body merged with yours as his head sank into the curve of your neck. The swollen, wet head of his cock pressed against your trembling pussy. He was still holding your wrists tightly above your head, his sharp nails digging into your skin, but your hips were lifting to meet him as Seonghwa moved forward, weakly, and rubbed the head of his cock against your clit. A low, languid moan escaped from his throat as your soft labia parted a little, allowing his cock to slide into the warmth of your wet cunt.

"You are so impatient, darling. And that's another thing I like about virgins—once they've tasted pleasure, they stop controlling themselves and start asking for more. Look at you; you're so desperate for me to fuck you, little Empress. Can't you wait for my cock to be inside of you?" He looks so smug, his ego shining brightly in his dark eyes, and a lecherous smile has blossomed on his plump lips. Your natural essence thickly coats his thick cock, allowing it to slide easily through your warm folds, the head of his cock touching your sensitive clit with every move he makes. He is laughing at you, at the way your body is haunting him at every moment. Once again, the Emperor is proving you to be right—you really are hungry for more. You want to feel him all over you.

Seonghwa loves the way you look underneath him—your flushed face, wet from the tears you shed earlier from your orgasm, your skin covered with bruises and his bite marks, and of course, your wet little cunt begging to be filled to the brim with his cum. Maybe that's why he can't hold himself back any longer and slowly begins to push his cock into your oozing hole. You moaned loudly as his cock pushed deeper and deeper into you, and although you had been prepared for it, the way his thick girth stretched your silky walls made you squeeze your eyes shut and feel a slight burning sensation. Seonghwa's cock was too big and thick for you, at least for now, but somehow you didn't doubt that he was going to fuck you until you could easily take his whole length at once.

When his cock was all the way inside of you and his balls were pressed against your plush arse, he let out a guttural, almost growling, moan as he nuzzled his face into the back of your neck. Your cunt was everything he'd imagined—tight and hot and silky—divine. A small shiver of pleasure went through his body as he felt your walls tighten around his cock. Your answering moan was an unrestrained one, grateful for the hot, thick length of it as it displaced your emptiness, stained your chastity, took away your purity, and filled you instead with an insatiable need.

He hardly gave you time to adjust to the size of his cock before he began fucking you mercilessly. Obscene sounds filled the air with each of his hard and deep thrusts, mingled with your whimpering and long moans, as well as his enthusiastic purring of satisfaction as he tormented you. His warm breath filled your mouth, forming a subtle contrast to the uncompromising demand of his tongue as it penetrated your mouth and tasted you as you moaned and whimpered. Seonghwa feels that he has become a little bit dependent on you and that he will probably never be able to satisfy this hunger that he now has for you. Your slippery pussy tightened around him impatiently and greedily, hot and wet, squeezing him so hard that Seonghwa let out a low moan of pleasure.

Seonghwa lets go of your hands and wraps the palm of his hand around your thin neck instead, squeezing it lightly. His grip on your throat makes you gasp, and your moans are hoarse and soft.

"You are all mine." He growls, watching as his cock enters and exits your tight, pink cunt, a thick vein stretching along your silken walls with every movement of his beautiful and skilled hips. Seonghwa can't help but marvel at the way your juices are coating the velvety length of his cock as it plunges deep into you. Your hands dig into the sheets, crumpling the fabric between your fingers as you do so. "Who is your husband? Your Emperor? Tell me, my little star!" Seonghwa demands as she presses her fingers around your neck more tightly.

"Y-y-you!" You screamed, but the sound of your voice was so distorted that it was barely audible. Your thighs began to ache from Seonghwa's relentless thrusts, but you didn't know if you wanted to ask him to stop when his cock kept hitting the most pleasurable spot inside you, making you feel every cell in your body heat up until it was white. Stars started to dance in front of your eyes, exactly the same—mesmerizingly sparkling stars like the ones in Seonghwa's eyes. "Seonghwa, that's you! You are my husband, my Emperor!"

"That's right, you treat me so well, my little Empress. I am going to fuck you until you are swollen with my heirs and until your little pussy is dripping with my cum day and night. My beautiful star, don't you think that we should give the seven great generals a taste of your divine cunt, as well? Let them saturate you, let them breed you, and let them shower you with caresses and praise. They are magnificent lovers, my star—passionate, tireless, and demonic—and they crave you so much. And here's something else you should know about me, my little Empress: I share everything with them—the battlefield, power, life, bed, and of course, I will share you with them, my beautiful wife." Seonghwa stops what he is doing and looks down at your trembling, delicate body lying underneath him. You can feel how his demonic gaze is burning into you before he grabs hold of your waist and quickly forces you down on all fours, lifting your bottom up into the air. His hand slides along the curves of your inner thighs, running his fingers over the warmth of your cunt and oozing sticky nectar. Two slender, long fingers rub your quivering hole, and you clench involuntarily at the tantalizing sensation of his fingers.

"Say it once more." He orders you as he presses down on your clit and begins to rub it in rapid circles. You let out a shrill cry, your voice echoing through the luxurious imperial chambers.

"Seonghwa! I am yours. You are my Emperor. You are my magnificent husband."

The Emperor let out a purr in response to your words, which sound silky and almost sinful. He pressed himself against you once more, thrusting his cock inside of you. Your face was pressed against the pillow before a graceful hand pulled your hair and pressed you against his wet, hard chest. He never stopped his hips from moving. His pace was sure and persistent, his lack of mercy cruel to your tender, sensitive cunt that had never known such sensations before, but still you moaned with pleasure.

"You are going to cum on my cock, my beautiful star." His teeth graze across your ear before Seonghwa bites down on the lobe of your ear. All of a sudden, his fingers find your swollen clit and make slow half circles over it, stimulating you even more. Immediately, you feel yourself tightening around his thick cock; your mouth falls open, and your lower lip begins to quiver as you feel that sweet tension at the bottom of your belly. Your orgasm is like a starburst of sensations—the pleasure exploding beneath your skin, stinging you like sharp shards of broken stars—and you almost lose yourself in the sensation. You moan so loudly that you swear the servants outside the door can hear you loud and clear, but whether it's the servants or perhaps one of the seven handsome generals, you have no way of knowing.

Seonghwa lets go of your hair and grabs your waist instead, digging his nails into your flesh until it bleeds. The squishing sound your pussy makes every time his balls slap against the soft plush of your arse draws a deep animal growl from Seonghwa's throat, the great dragon inside him coming out. The warm, sticky liquid slowly seeps out between your thighs as you shiver and melts into Seonghwa's arms as he holds you upright, your head resting on his shoulder. But it doesn't last long. In a second, you're on your back again, facing the godlike Lunar Emperor.

He stares down at your emaciated face and at the glistening beads of sweat on your brow. His smug smile was devilish and vicious; he spread your legs again, watching the heat of your tiny, squelching cunt as it greedily swallowed his cock.

"Oh, your pussy is so beautiful, my star. A perfect little cunt to be filled with the emperor's cum, to be a breeding." Seonghwa's words are nothing more than the sweetest praise wrapped in pure sin.

Holding your breath, your body feeling boneless and tired, you nod recklessly at his words.

"You will cum again, my star. You're going to scream out my name so loud that everyone in this palace will know just how good a fuck I give you." He lifted one of your legs and pressed it up against the side of your chest. In this new position, you felt stiff and small under the Emperor's exquisitely elegant body, yet your pussy continued to greedily milk his cock. The vulgar, disgusting words that Seonghwa spoke to you in his deep, velvety voice made your head spin around. It made you feel so soft and sweet.

Seonghwa fucked you in a deep and rough way. You could still feel the remains of your orgasm boiling in your belly—so sensitive, almost painful. As the head of his cock kissed your cervix, your body tensed, and every muscle in your body tightened like a silk ribbon. Yet, as if it's his only purpose in life, Seonghwa continues to split your heart. You roll your eyes, your lips quiver, and your chest shakes with sobs. You look completely fucked up as you lie there, taking everything the Emperor gives you.

"Who do you belong to, little Empress?"

"I-I, yours, Seonghwa..." You let out a gasp as you felt the tingling sensation of a new orgasm flutter around your pussy. Your soft walls clenched hard, almost restricting Seonghwa's movements, contracting and pulsing around his thick cock.

"Louder!" He crashes his hips into you, your skin reddening where his thighs made contact with yours.

"S-Seonghwa, I belong to you, only to you... ah!"

You feel like you're drowning—falling rapidly and irreversibly into the depths of a bottomless ocean of pure pleasure as Seonghwa's fingers press against your swollen, torn clit. Your orgasm is all-consuming—your vision disappears for a second, your breath is trapped in your chest, and all you can hear is the raging roar of the blood in your veins. You scream—piercingly loud—but the sound barely reaches you. You're shaking, your whole body twisting and writhing from the wild intensity of your orgasm as Seonghwa continues fucking you relentlessly. Seonghwa's skilled fingers move over your clit, matching the rhythm of his hips, making your body shake around him as you go through blissful orgasm. Your juices rush between the two of you, spilling over and down the silk of the sheets.

"I can't... I can't take it anymore. Please, Seonghwa..." You cried out, the tears running freely down the sides of your face.

Seonghwa leaned forward and captured your lips in an incredible kiss, his hips pressing hard against you as he began to pour his cum as deep as he could, savoring how hard and greedily your pussy milked his cock, your silky walls trembling around him. After a few moments, he slips out of your exhausted pussy, lets go of your leg, and lies down next to you on the bed, his head dropping to your chest as he cuddles closer to you, listening to your heart pounding furiously beneath his cheek. The Emperor intertwines your fingers with his own in the most intimate and tender of gestures. Still in a daze, you lie motionless on the bed and allow him to do whatever he wants to you.

The Great Lunar Dragon is curled up beside you like a purring, cream-fed cat. He looks completely relaxed and peaceful. Your eyes wander aimlessly around the luxurious chambers, trying to collect your thoughts, but it's only for a moment before your eyes widen—frightened and in disbelief—as you meet the gaze of none other than the great, demonically beautiful General Choi San. Your soft scream attracts the attention of Seonghwa, and his eyes are lazily open to see what it is that has upset you so much.

"Ah, Sannie, you have frightened my star." Seonghwa reluctantly gets up from you and lightly covers your body with the sheet, but it does little to help the situation, as you can feel the general's sultry gaze burning into your skin. "You should have waited until the morning at the very least; you are too impatient, do you know that?"

"My precious Empress made a sound that was too tempting for me to resist, Hwa. I am nothing more than a male slave of my most beautiful mistress." San purred, got up, and crept towards the bed like a big cat of prey. He moves clean and elegantly, and you can't help but be enchanted by what you're seeing. But the spell is broken as soon as you feel the bed begin to sag under the weight of his body. In an attempt to shrink and hide your body from this breathtakingly handsome man, you pull your legs up. Seonghwa notices this and gently puts his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to him and giving you a light kiss on the cheek.

"My star, you have no need to be afraid of San; he is as gentle as a kitten. You will have fun playing with him, I assure you." Seonghwa's voice was like melting honey on your skin, and you wished you could relax, but the whole situation was just wild; this is totally not how you expect a first wedding night to go. "But first we need to bathe, and then we can go and play again, my little Empress; the night is still so young." Seonghwa literally sings, letting you go and moving around the bed until she is next to San. You watch in silence as the emperor's plump, sensual lips touch the sharp cheekbone of the general for a moment before he rises from the bed and pulls a silk robe over his naked body. "I trust everything has been prepared." It is clear that the question is not directed at you.

"Of course it has; Wooyoung and Yeosang have taken care of it." San extends his hand to you. It is the same inviting gesture that General Jung used before leading you to Seonghwa's chambers. "Come with me, my precious Empress. Your servants are waiting to please their mistress."

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Cat And Mouse : Emperor Geta (2/ ?)

Previous Part

Plot:

The Twin emperors have a problem : A little thief who steals form the rich and gives to the poor. The rich despise them yet the people of Rome love them. However, the thief's little game can only go on for so long before the elder twin catches them and discovers their identity: Sabina, daughter of Marcus Acacius. Rather than executing her, he decides to marry her as a way to gain the Roman peoples approval. To Sabina, it is another way to get closer to the large stashes of gold in their keep. The two see this as a opportunity to gain power , but what else will they gain along the way?

Warnings: MANIPULATION EVERYWHERE! Oral sex (female receiving), Violence, NSFW content, Unwanted advances, Language, The Emperors being themselves, Death Threats, Punishing OC!, Spanking, Crime? LONG PIECE (8000 Words), CHEATING implications, Minors be gone!

Words To Know:

Asine: Donkey

Meum Cor: My Heart

"Me paenitet : I Am Sorry

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Sabina, Emperess of Rome did not want to fail her people. Sure, she had the power to reign but her husband was watching her like a hawk. He was watching her every move since they met. His obsession with her was significant and only wanted one thing from her.

More power and trust of the people of Rome.

However, she was his but she also had her people to help.

As soon as Geta left the room, she sprung up and admired the jewels that rested on the Emperors table. The glistening sapphires, rubies and emeralds from distant lands all in her palms. She wasted no time to grab them and rush into the night.

Without her horse, she had to be clever. Regardless, she knew she would be questioned or punished by her husband. But who cares, she is helping him with his people lacking in trust by her aiding them. She snuck away quick into the night, with a red elegant robe with a hood on her back. She had to be careful as this wasn’t her typical attire. Her feet were soft on the hard wood floors as her pockets full of gems and jewelry clunked with one another.

She then froze.

There he was her husband, on the balcony with a glass of red wine. He was absent minded and stared into the stars in her direction. Slowly, she backed into the shadows hoping she wouldn’t be seen.

“Running off Emperess?” The voice was soft but welcoming.

Sabina turned around with a soft gasp, the man put his hand over her mouth and shushed her. The advisor, Macrinus, had his arms crossed, with a wide smug grin across his face.

“Macrinus. I…”

“I won’t tell. You don’t need to lie saying your pockets are not full of jewels and jewellery to help the people of Rome. I want to help you.”

“Help me.” Sabina said wearily. “What’s the price?”

“No price, just want you to know that you have a supporter within these walls. The Emperors may not be supportive to the people and war hungry. Geta as your husband will need some warming up to, but you can surely persuade him to get what you want. “ He coos.

Sabina raised an eyebrow at him. “ You seen what his nature is.”

“I have but someone like you with such power can mold him into whatever she wants. May not be higher status than him, but you have the hearts of the people�� He stated.

“How did you know it was me?” Sabina stated. “Why didn’t you say anything to Geta or Carcalla?” What was the purpose of keeping her identity? She knew she was worth a lot of gold.

“A woman with dark hair and a cloak matching the general? “ Macrinus s stated “Not many people ride horses in the middle of the night and trained to be a swords maiden like Minerva. Or have a black horse.” He cleared his throat. “I seen how you inspire the people which was why I never spoke of it. Yet, silently supported you.”

“Highest blessings Macrinus.”

“Highest honors to the Emperess.” He kissed her hand. “Now run off before your husband’s eyes linger on us! “ He reached into his picket and grabbed a large emerald. “Keep doing what your doing for Rome, for the people.”

“For the people.” She muttered as she placed the jewel in her swelling pockets of riches. Sabina didn’t look back but if she had, she would have seen Macrinus flash a grin at her with a low chuckle.

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The next morning, Sabina and Geta hardly made eye contact with one another when they got up.

Geta was in intense fear from the threat from the previous night. His eyes had dark circles around them and his skin was paler than usual. Sabina tried to even mutter a good morning to him, but he muttered a slur.

“Husband,” She began. Clearly, when he walked back he noted the absence of the jewels that she took the previous evening. Yet, she kept her voice firm to him.

“You just got married to me and you stole my jewels, my riches.” He said lowly. His hand wrapped around her neck. Scared, but strong, she looked at him straight in his eyes.

“You have so many the people of Rome need to eat.” Sabina began “The temples need donations, the animals….”

“DON’T tell me how to rule the nation.” He spat at her. Her eyes narrowed to his lips where a few spats of spit escaped. “You are the Emperess of Rome you just stand there and look pretty!”

“Demigod too Geta” She growled. “Just remember whose head would be rolling on the steps if you do anything unwise.”

“Perhaps, or perhaps you need…..” Geta paused for a moment. He seen the maids at the door watching the whole scene unfold. He sighed and released her as they got dressed for the first meal of the day.

The morning meal was silent at the dining table. Geta hardly had a word to say to Sabina after the ordeal that took place last night. He had the intruder’s words stuck in his head as he picked at the eggs on his plate.

“Don’t. Hurt. My niece!”

The guards had returned to Geta’s side the following morning reporting that there was no one with that description. He sighed as he rubbed the spot where the intruder had swiped him with her blade. It stung, but nothing too damaging.

Then his guilt of the past few days began to flood in. Especially what he did to her within the past hour. He glanced at Sabina, who was talking to Macrinus at the table. Geta sipped his wine as he peered to the table corner where the two were sitting and talking.

“I hope you are alright empress, your husband spoke of an intruder in the palace.”

She glanced at him, puzzled. “There was someone here? Trying to steal?”

“Yes, someone came here and gave a small cut to your husband’s neck.” He glanced over to Geta, who covered up the cut with his hand. “I wonder who it is”

“I have no idea Macrinus” Sabina’s eyes glanced at him to see if she could see a small cut, with no luck. She sighed and turned back to Macrinus.

Geta sighed. Even if she knew would she even tell him?

Sabina figured that Geta spent the night with a bunch of concubines as she refused to complete her marital duties. This was after the glass of wine he had on his balcony of course. Hearing of such a attack was concerning. Were this people who supported her? Or is there a deeper threat lingering.

“It is disheartening but with an empress such as yourself, you can bring Rome to peace once more.” Macrinus stated. He took her hand in his own and squeezed it.

Geta cleared his throat and Carcalla turned to his brother, who was right next to him. “Brother, besides the attack, I am sure you had a pleasant evening with your wife.”

The eldest brother refused to make eye contact, even though his cheeks flushed with red. His beautiful, sneaky, stealing wife was submissive when she wanted to be. But now he had to be very careful with his movements as he literally had an intruder’s blade next to his throat. He thinks it can be her father’s sister, or heavens forbid, a sister of her supposed mother.

“Your blushing brother, I suppose she treated you well. Completing her marital duties, I suppose I underestimated her.” Carcalla mused. “Your wife will do us well brother, regardless of her blood heritage.”

“Clarification brother.” Geta mused.

“I mean for children. She is of age brother and I’m sure that her heritage will come out sooner or later.” Carcalla said. “The myths of who birthed this woman, this thief of Rome. Someone will claim to be her birther.”

Geta gritted his teeth. “That is none of your concern.”

“I am sure brother that your more than curious…”

“I already know who her mother is!” Geta snapped and three pairs of eyes had met with his. Sabina’s lips were parted, she was in the middle of talking to Macrinus but stopped. He took a deep breath “Can I speak to my wife alone?”

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“Husband what is it? You can’t be angrier with your brother saying such words. I already told you there was a possibility.” Sabina warned him. It was true, but she wasn’t even fully sure herself. However, she had to remind herself of the words that echoed throughout her head.

“Remember your mine, you need to play the part.”

“Do you have any aunts on your father’s side?” Geta said looking down fidgeting with his rings. He was hoping the answer would be yes, but something told him he already knew her answer.

“No, only brothers my husband.” Sabina looked down. “Does this have to do with the intruder from last night?”

“Precisely, the intruder came to me and called you “niece”. The intruder was female.” Geta muttered. His eyes were completely spaced out, trying to recall the details.

“So, my aunt.”

“Who vanished in thin air I might add.” Geta was hoping she was going to understand where he was getting at. “The guards came to me earlier this morning saying they found nothing to hint of an intruder.”

“Your sounding insane Geta, I have prayed for years and no one came to help me! “ Sabina scoffed. “No gods have come here! How much have you been drinking? “She looked down for a moment.

“I AM SERIOUS!” He stood up and looked down on her. “ There was a woman here uttered a threat about me hurting you. I couldn’t even turn around and she vanished.”

“Sounds like a convincing tale Geta. I am sure the poets would love to listen in.” Sabina shook her head. “No gods are protecting me, I protect myself.”

“I sensed what I sensed” Geta stated placing his hand on her shoulder.

Sabina may have always known that she was a demigod, deep down with doubt. It did help her get out of difficult situations in the past by this claim. But it always raised the question why she was blessed. Why no one came to help her. She used her gifts for good, but there was still a sense of denial. Having godly allies can help her attain power, wherever they are. Questions were raised about her creation and this mysterious woman as well.

“Why would the gods protect me now? I guess don’t hurt me” She shrugged as she left the room which only left Geta wondering : What did the stranger mean by hurt?

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Sabina went to the baths to prepare herself for the long day ahead. The Emperors had arranged a fight for their entertainment to celebrate Geta’s marriage and she was expected to be of attendance.

When she was at home, she never had servants watch her as she disrobed. This was something she found rather unnerving. Having dozens of eyes watch her disrobe and walk into the steamed water was something she would not forget.

Everything was peaceful until she heard footsteps and the abrupt stop. Her dark eyes met with Carcalla. There was no words exchanged between them he just watched her.

He admired how her form and how the water rippled around her, how she looked nude. If he wanted to inflict death on himself, he would call her Venus. She was radient, even though lust fuels his desire. To have a strong woman in his bed, would be a change for him.

That’s why he offered the previous day to be of service to her.

All he did was turn to a maid and stated. “Make sure she’s clean for the ceremony, I would like to make sure she makes a good impression.”

“I am not your wife,” Sabina warned. “My cleanliness is none of your concern.”

“BUT. You are Emperess, and all rulers need to be their best shape and condition, We only love pretty things to show off.” He clears his throat as he leaves giving one last look at the maids who watched her finish cleaning herself.

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Sabina was in deep thought as her maids had braided her hair. Her body was covered in a light sheer blue stola with golden jewelry around her body. She was quiet and was thinking about her parentage discovery.

It would make sense that she was hidden away for a good piece of her life, even before she started playing the hero. She was privately tutored and trained by her father and his wife.

However, when he was away, a good friend of her father’s would come and stay. Sabina never was given a name, but she was a young, tall, strong beautiful woman with dark hair and eyes. She was always wearing armor and would make sure her family was taken care of. Her last visit was a few days ago before her father returned.

She recalled what they did, they would train with blades and archery. The woman would also teach her academics and would always train her to fight for what was right. When Sabina first started doing her runs, the woman didn’t seem to care and in fact supported her by providing her with blessings and charms. Sabina never believed in them, but now she is seriously considering it.

“If only she was here,” Sabina had muttered to herself.

Then it clicked to her.

She has been supported by the gods after all of these years. When she thought she was doing all of this for nothing, she was wrong. She was protected by a goddess herself and who knows perhaps others were protecting her on her journey. Who knows what was going to happen next.

Sabina snapped out of it as she admired herself in the mirror. Her blue outfit was based on Neptune’s persona as her eyes were painted with a deep blue and her lips painted with a dark navy blue. Her body was sprayed with coconut oils that helped her natural scent get sweeter.

“Emperess, all eyes will be on you today at the stadium” A maid commented.

Sabina turned and smiled at her. “Bless you,” The maid had grinned and walked away to signal someone to send a guard to escort Sabina to the Colosseum.

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There was a loud audience when Sabina exited the carriage to the Colosseum. The guards that the maid retrieved had surrounded her. She was surprised that her husband didn’t share the same carriage, but she was sure that something must have came up. She glanced in the crowd, looking at all of her supporters asking for money or thanking her for her donations. While she would have loved to have talked to her people, the guards pushed her to get a move on.

Once she reached the gates, the guards gave her one last push inside and closed the door. It followed by silence as she got inside. She went up the large stairs to the top and to her seats. She was the only one there so far, and the crowds and guards began to fill up the arena. Usually her father would come to these games if invited but she never was able to go due to the nature of the festivities. Which in turn, she doesn’t fully understand, given what she has been doing in the last little bit. However, she does think all of this is pointless. Having people fight for entertainment was a waste of human life. She, unsure where to sit stands by the emperors thrones until they show.

Eventually, she is greeted by the Emperors. Both emperors are wearing blue attire and makeup, matching with her. They both sit down and they admire her for a moment before Carcalla finally grins with acknowledgement.

“Guess your Emperess doesn’t know where to sit.” He cleared his throat as he glanced to the seats behind him, “Those are for the council, there are a few seats for your father and his wife if they decide to join us.” He mutters. There is a pause and before Geta could speak up, his younger brother intruded. “You can sit on my throne with me, if you wish”

Geta had immediately got his hands on Sabina’s waist as he sits down forcing her down with him. “She is my wife brother, not a concubine for us to share.”

“I am sure your wife will be bored of you soon enough. You do like saying things are “ours” a lot I figured this was one of those things.” Carcalla muttered.

“My wife is not” Geta confirmed grabbing her closer to him.

There was some tension in the air between the two of them. Carcalla had glanced to his pet monkey, Dondas for a moment then back to Sabina. He ignored his brothers frustrated gaze and met with her eyes again. He kept his eyes on her for a moment too long before Geta cleared his throat.

“Brother please.” Geta warned.

“You told me what is under Rome is ours and that includes your wife.” Carcalla mutters. His smile was getting twisted as thoughts began to enter in her head. He imagined how she would look in his bed with his concubines around her. He may have not wanted her before, but she just became desirable.

“I refuse your invitation Emperor.” Sabina finally spoke up and the twin emperors both stared at her. She said her statement clearly so no one can mistake what she said.

“Repeat empress?” Carcalla was giving her a second chance. He wanted her to change her mind, this was a warning.

“I will not bed you,” She stated. Geta grabbed her wrist and sent a warning glare. Sure, they did share concubines in the past, but this was his wife. She was more to him than any concubine he had spent the night with now. Especially with the gods watching him like a hawk.

“You do not refuse a Emperor’s request, I do not care who you are.” He began to rise from his chair but a woman in a rose stola with red hair and gorgeous brown eyes had offered him some wine. She was a beautiful woman, and her smile distracted Carcalla for a moment as Geta moved Sabina to the other side of the chair. So, her husband would be between them.

However, once the woman had provided the wine, she glanced at Sabina for a moment. Her eyes were focused on her as they were locked for a moment. All Sabina had muttered to the woman was a thank you. She received a gentle smile in return. Geta noticed this and gave the woman a small coin in payment for easing the tension. The woman left as quickly as she came. Regardless, Carcalla would refuse to forget such a event.

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The introductions to the ceremony was grand. Instruments were played as the master of ceremonies had reached the stage. Sabina glanced at the seats one final time to see her father and her stepmother right behind her. Her father looked down and gave a small smile at her while his wife gave a nod.

“He’s treating you well?” The general mouthed to her.

Sabina couldn’t say much, especially in public. However, she gave a small nod to him. Geta turned around and noticed the two talking to one another and wrapped his arm around her, gesturing her to look forward. She done so and her parents took notice.

“And your Emperors Geta and Carcalla! “The Master of ceremonies announced. The emperors stood up and give a bow followed by some applause. Sabina had stayed on the chair as Carcalla had glanced at her then waved at the crowd turning his glance away.

Geta had waved slowly to the crowd then opened his hand for Sabina. She took it and he pulled her up. He snaked his arm around her waist as he smiled at her. They stared into each others’ eyes for a moment then he turned his head towards the crowd.

“And to introduce Empress Sabina, wife of Geta and daughter of General Marcus Acacius!” The applause was noticeably louder. Rage filled Carcalla’s cheeks as he took note of this but Geta kept her close. Sabina glanced around the stadium and watched the smiling faces and expression of gratitude. Her hand raised as she humbly bowed her head to the crowd.

The introductions followed, and Geta couldn’t help but feel like tension was brewing between his wife and Carcalla.

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Following the games, Sabina was pulled aside by her father outside the Colosseum. Her husband made sure that he stayed close by in case if anything came up. Sure, it was her father, but he still didn’t quite trust him.

“Sabina pray tell is he truly treating you well.” Her father said holding her by the hands. He kept his eyes on her, demanding to know and wasn’t going to take a vague answer this time.

“My husband does. I am treated well in the way an Emperess can be treated” Sabina responded. In return, he cocked a brow at her husband who only provided with a bow. Her father’s wife had a similar look on her face.

“Your daughter will be treated fairly well, above my concubines and servants” Geta raised his voice, walking closer to his wife and placing his arm around her. “She should be fortunate for this as for the crimes she did commit on our nation.” His brother cocked a brow as he wasn’t aware of Sabina’s secret. His hand gripped tighter on her shoulder. “Just as long as she doesn’t get into any trouble, we will be on good terms.”

“Your mother would have loved to have seen this all.” Her father smiled at her, changing the subject. “Her child getting married.”

“I am sure she knows her daughter’s whereabouts.” Geta mumbled taking a sip from his wine. “Word goes around fast and I am sure that the heavens where she is taking good care of her. “

This puzzled the general and his wife. A flush of redness flooded Sabina’s cheeks as she tried to steer clear from the tension. Even though Geta had more than a few questions for the general.

“You never spoke of Sabina’s mother.”

“What is there to tell, we spent a night together while I was a solider in war, she died in childbirth and her aunt gave her to me.” He shrugged, avoiding the strong stare from his emperor.

“Really, her aunt. Why didn’t the aunt take her in then?” He moved his eyes around in hopes to at least get some type of eye contact with him with no avail.

“Her aunt is in the military, she is from Greece you see, very strong-willed warrior” He mumbled looking down then flashed a look to his daughter. He really wanted to tell her, it just never came up.

“The military, surely a strong woman who can handle sharp weapons or have them close by when she needs to strike like Minerva.” He said with pride.

‘I heard about your encounter last night. I hope you are well.” Lucilla had bowed her head and Geta sighed.

“I am well now, just a scratch.” He muttered. “But I have my wife now and everything is going to work out.”

The general, his wife and Sabina had all exchanged a look of concern. They need to find a opportunity to talk in private without her husband.

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Sabina was in her and her husband’s chambers again, looking at the mark one of Geta’s men given her before he had fallen to his death from her blade. She was trained to kill, but only for justice.

Which had made Sabina think for a moment, her Aunt being a goddess and all. Having the ability to carry a blade and execute it so well is both a blessing and a curse. A gift from the gods since she can fight for justice, but a curse as people cant trust her.

She took off all of her belongings and prepared for bed. Her nightgown was sheer white and had gold accents all over it. Her hair was left down as it rested right above her breasts. In her hand was her third glass of red wine with the two empty glasses on the table close by.

Her eyes wondered for a moment to her husband’s blade that rested by their bed. She smiled and picked it up. The weight of the blade was intense but it’s beauty had Sabina draw into it. The fine blade had emeralds embedded into it around it’s gold base. She couldn’t help herself but decided to swing the blade around a bit.

Thoughts of glory and the days when she would run off and steal from royals had come back to her. She was trained and created to be a hero to Rome. Yet, now here she is to be a entertainment for the Emperors and becoming what she feared. With the riches of gold and jewels, but with the desire to give it back to the people. However, she does admit their style was pretty impressive, and she could definitely wear the clothes they do.

“Where’s my brother? Thought he would be here with you.” Carcalla’s voice brought her back to reality. Her dark eyes focused on the younger brother as she placed a fake smile on his face after thinking of previous events that took place.

“He is not, I am not sure where he is Emperor.” Sabina acknowledged.

“ Ah shame, Why do you have a blade in your hand, a woman shouldn’t be playing with such things. “ He said it in a joking tone, yet he walked closer to her. Sabina didn’t hesitate, she pointed the blade’s tip towards his neck. “Easy, easy, you always act like this? Like you are the higher pawn here?”

“Only when I need to.” Her eyes were focused on his as the blade had rubbed against his neck.

“Clever, but foolish girl. You are protected now, there’s no reason for you to fight me.” He pushed the blade aside from his neck as he chuckled loudly. “It’s just us.” He took a step closer to her, limiting the space between them. Sabina raised the blade again towards his neck. “I don’t think your husband would like it if you killed his brother.”

“I don’t think you should keep going on with this game.” Sabina stated.

“Oh, I suppose you don’t like this then. Just give your desirable body to me. No one will get hurt.” His voice now gets lower as he starts taking steps towards the bed, making her take steps back. “Like a cat taking down a small mouse.” He said.

“GET AWAY BROTHER!” Geta raised his voice from the doorway.

“Brother, why can’t we!?”

“She said no, and I don’t want to share “ Geta cleared his throat and kept his eyes on him as his brother left the room, both knowing this won’t be the end of it. Once he left, he entered the room, and shut the door.

“Why do you have that?” He asked pointing at the blade in hand. She immediately dropped the blade and he rushed towards her. “ I told you, woman here are not to touch blades.”

“I…”

“You disobey me! First was taking my jewels! Now your welding a blade!”

“Against your husband’s wishes!?” His voice raised.

Sabina cleared her throat. “Would you rather him violate me?!”

Silence.

“No. You are disobeying me in every corner! I… I don’t know what to do with you!” He snapped with fury. “A woman threatening me with a blade to my throat saying not to hurt you. But you keep asking for it with your behaviours.” He took the blade himself then placed it against her neck. “IS this what you want!?”

“You know what would become of you if you do!” She spat back at him.

Geta’s eyes looked down angrily at her. He knew that she spoke of the truth. He was absolutely stuck in this situation. Yet, her determination and rage caused a familiar desire fill his belly. Her beauty caused him to push this desire even further as her lips had parted. He waited to hear what she would say but nothing slipped out of her lips.

Without saying a word, he grabbed her dark hair to spin her around with her ass against his crotch. He growled under his breath as he pushed the top half of her body on the bed. When her voice had squeaked in protest, he lifted the top of her night gown. The blade made a small cut on her neck when he slid it away. She only made a breathy gasp as she felt his bulge against her ass.

“You may have god blood but you are still my wife and you disobeyed me!” He whispered under his breath. Sabina tried to turn around, but Geta pushed her face into the blankets.

He admired her ass for a moment. “This ass was made by the gods, I just need to remind you who you belong to!” The palm of his hand grazed the curves of her ass before he smacked it against her ass, letting her yelp.

This followed by another.

And another.

Sabina and the emperor had lost count how many were done since they were both in the moment. Her ass was red and tender, her fears of marks and aches being there the following morning. Geta had loved the sense of power he had, yet was worried what would cross the threat from the gods.

He finally stopped and slipped his pants down. Sabina had whimpered in a panic, but Geta immediately shushed her with anger.

“Shut up! You are my wife; you need to take your punishment!” He commanded.

“Y..yes Emperor.” There was a hint of sadness in her voice, yet she knew that she wasn’t exactly listening to him. Not that she wanted to anyways. But she was expecting something since her secret was revealed.

Just not this.

He lined his dick to her ass. He grunted how it felt against it. He wasn’t going to breed her yet, he wanted to test out the waters. Sabina was whimpering in the bed sheets, muttering pleas to stop this nonsense. Her tears were staining the bedsheets as she began to mutter soft prayers to herself for comfort.

There was a knock on the door. Geta sighed heavily then shouted “WHAT NOW!?”

“The priestess of the temple of Minerva is here. She wants to talk to you.” The guard announced.

There was a few moments of silence, followed by a heavy sigh. He looked at his wife, miserable and a whimpering mess in his sheets. While it was a sight to see for him, he realized what he did was crossing the line. The spanks were fine but raping her? Letting his temptation take over could have ruined Rome. He pulled his pants up and backed away from her, he didn’t say a single word to her, but took a final look at her before he grabs his robes to meet with the late night visitor.

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Visitors he should say.

There was the priestess, the woman that he met a few times in the counselling room. An older woman with long grey hair with piercing blue eyes, wearing traditional worshipping attire.

Then the second woman was someone he seen earlier. The one that distracted his brother earlier with the wine that helped him to reduce his advances on his wife, Sabina. His eyebrows furrowed, he would have sworn that she was a concubine of his brothers. Yet, she was wearing a white stola with golden accents.

The third and final woman was someone he had never met. Her dark eyes and hair looked into his soul and he felt his heart sink. Like the second woman, she wore a white stola with golden accents with her red hair pinned up.

“Why travel at this hour ladies? I have marital duties to attend to.” Geta chuckled, trying to ease the tension in the room, especially with the third woman with dark hair glaring at him down.

“I have been disturbed by your progress Emperor” The priestess stated. “Your donations to the church have been declining as of late, yet I notice there is no lack of gold. It only comes down to a hooded figure who would steal from you so we can get what we need. We ask for this behaviour to stop.”

“Ah, that’s my wife you see I was disciplining her….” Geta began but felt his lips shown shut by some force. His eyes frantically scanned the room, and he would place his gold that it was the brunette that wasn’t too keen on him. He was muffling his words, but no comprehensive words came out.

“Why torture her then? If she is doing good? My friend and I had heard about this and wanted to ask you more questions wondering why your hurting the poor girl.” The red head stated. “Minerva is at her wits end with this and would slice your neck open if she could.”

He felt the Burnette’s eyes glue onto him. “My last visit from previous night did not take in your asine head I see.”

Geta’s dark eyes went wide as the red head had came up to him and smacked him across her face. “You think that’s acceptable to treat your wife, a half-blood of the gods as a toy to manage your anger.”

His lips were unsealed. He had a chance to talk after letting out some gasps from the slap across his face. He rubbed his cheek a bit. “ She disobeyed me!”

“You are betraying Rome!” Minerva had raised her voice at him. He cowered in the sight of her growing physique that towered over him. “THE PEOPLE ARE STARVING, THERE ARE TEARS ON MY NIECES FACE! SHE IS CRYING! YOU MADE HER CRY! YOU HURT HER! ALL MEN ARE THE SAME! YOU TAKE AND TAKE UNTIL THERES NOTHING LEFT FOR HER!”

“Minerva, I think he hears you.” The redhead spoke up.

“Pomona, he needs to hear this!” She spat. “The emperor brothers need to respect her, she is our future, she is going to bring Rome back to it’s glory if….”

“If what?” Geta chimed in.

“If you fuckin learn how to respect your gods wishes. I was just here and your spanking her until her behind is blue and she is crying! That is not how you treat her! She can do this without you, but the fates say your spoiled ass is part of this.” She muttered.

“Don’t tell him too much he must learn along the way!” Pomona warned as the priestess nodded.

“Fine. Just don’t make my niece cry again and maybe just maybe your head wont be rolling down the streets of Rome by mine or your bride’s blade got it?” Minerva watched Geta nod. “Good and allow your wife to donate as much as she wants or else she will continue this ongoing behaviour.”

“She will learn to not do it….”

“What did we just talk about!? THE PEOPLE NEED YOUR HELP” The priestess squawked.

“Fine I will talk to her tomorrow…” Geta muttered.

“NOW! Your going to talk to her now!” Pomona and Minerva spat.

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Geta went back to his chambers and noticed the bed empty. The entire room was quiet and peaceful until he heard the door close behind him. Before he could speak out Sabina’s name, he felt a hard slap across his face. He looked to her, his wife.

Tears were still swelling in her eyes as her tear-stained cheeks puffed out. Her lips were trembling, yet her dark eyes grown aflame. Geta thanked the gods that she didn’t have a blade in hand.

“Me paenitet…” Geta began but it followed by another slap.

“ASINE!” Her voice was raised as he put his hands up to surrender. Sabina paused for a moment. Geta tilted his head for a moment, watching her rage flow through her, for some reason, a pool of pleasure began to flow through his belly. He needed to get some rage out, she needed to get some rage out. Her form, her body was driving him mad, he wouldn’t be lying, he knew that she was beautiful, and her rage only made her grow. He said nothing, but put his hands on her face.

“Meum Cor, make love to me, love will help us resolve this. Let’s not fight.” His voice was soft and gentle to her. All he seen in this moment, was his wife.

“GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME!” Sabina spat at him. “You tried to violate me! NOW YOU ARE ASKING TO MAKE LOVE! What do you think you are!”

“YOUR HUSBAND! “His voice risen to her level, after seeing how he added ammo to the flame, he took a deep breath. “I am your husband; it is my duty to make sure everything is well taken care of.”

“Like put a child inside of me, make sure the gods are off your backs? “Sabina sighed. “You kept saying your going to train me to be your perfect wife.”

“I am done with that.” He put his hands on her shoulders starting to rub them for a little bit. He didn’t want to say anything about his guests he just attended to. Not like she would listen to him anyways at this point. He needed to get her to trust him.

“I am done with that, and you were right.” Geta finally said. “You will have responsibilities as my wife, but I am not a monster Sabina.”

Sabina laughed at that statement.

“BUT, you can take whatever you want to give to the people in Rome. Apart from things of higher value.” He tilted his head at her, trying to see if she was following along or if she thought it was some kind of joke.

“You cant be serious, you were punishing me for disobeying you!”

“And I was mistaken to do so.” Geta stated, he felt sick to his stomach saying those apologetic words, he loved his riches. But he needed to keep his head more.

All Sabina said was “very well”. then she went to bed. She didn’t know what to say to a sudden gesture from him. Since he was being power hungry and anxious all day to her. She turned her body away from him and went into a fetal position. There was some shuffling in the background, but she paid no mind. She sensed some sort of trick at play with the emperor.

Geta couldn’t stop imagining what happened the previous night, her moans and whimpers. Yet, her figure in the moonlight had excited him and it made him want to get closer to her. He took off his robes and undergarments and joined her in bed, wrapping his arm around her waist as he tangled her leg with his.

“Are you sure I can not make it up to you, my wife?” He muttered under his breath as he took in her toxic sweet scent. His lips rested on her neck as she let out a soft gasp in surprise from the gentle and tender touch. Her shoulders lowered from the sensation as he kept peppering her body with kisses. His arms went to her shoulders and began to rub them again. “Relax my wife, let me take care of you.”

Sabina was speechless. She was shocked but his actions but was still questioning them. Obviously, she knew he was in the mood, but she didn’t think he would approach her so gently. Especially with the tension between the two of them the past three days.

Then she let out a breathy moan as he kissed her shoulder blades and yelped in pleasure when he nipped at her healing wound.

Then slithered his tongue down her spine.

Then slowly slid down to her ass.

A moan echoed the room as soon as he grabbed her bruised ass. The reaction caused him to stop and remind himself of previous events of the evening. He took a step back then kissed her ass cheeks tenderly while gently pushing her onto her back.

Sabina’ s eyes opened and found the emperor’s orbs of eyes looking down on her. His nude form was enticing her, even though she seen his complete form the previous night. His strawberry blonde hair reflected in the moonlight.

“Tell me to stop and I will do it.” Geta states. There was a look of desperation, a need to please his wife. It was a look of an injured animal asking for water. Sabina wasn’t sure what she was consenting to, but she nodded her head.

Geta trailed kisses from her breasts to her stomach. “ My lovely flower, my finest wine, my goddess.” He purred as he glanced down to her mound then back up at her, asking for permission. Her hairs were tickling his nose, but he didn’t mind, he only wanted to have a taste.

“Yes.”

He took no time to hesitate as he took his time licking her folds. Like a snake, his tongue slithered around her sex organ, exploring trying to find what his wife liked and didn’t like. He would glance up every now and again to check on her, seeing if he was doing something she liked or didn’t like.

Then he touched that spot

“Oh” were the only words that slipped out of her mouth. Her clit being touched with a gentle yet firm touch. He began by moving his tongue up and down in hopes that it would bring her closer. As a response, Sabina gave off a moan in which Geta growled in response.

Sabina reached her hands in his short strawberry blonde hair and noticed how soft his curls were. Her main reason was to get comfortable, but it only drove Geta to move his tongue faster onto her gentle bud.

She let out a soft gasp as the pleasure began to build more onto her body. There was a knot of pleasure in her body. She was familiar with the feeling as it grew more and more, yet it was denied to her the previous night. Her lips muttered prayers that she wouldn’t be denied release once again.

“I hear your prayers Sabina, you won’t lose it this time.” He muttered under his breath as he kept focusing on that single spot over and over until she felt that release. It was sudden and abrupt around her and she gripped her husbands hair as she released and gave off a loud moan as a feeling of ecstasy left her.

He pulled up quickly then kissed her lips aggressively, giving her a taste of her sweet juices on his lips. Sabina was so out of it, she was smiling against her husband’s lips as he kept kissing her soft lips. She focused on how fine and tough his lips were as he wiped his tongue on her lower lip.

“We should get some sleep.” He suggested after a pause. He wanted to go further, but he knew that they should wait until she is fully ready. He crawled back up to her then wrapped his arms around her naked body. He took in her scent one last time before he closed his brown eyes.

Sabina closed her eyes, she may still have her doubts with him, but she will do whatever it takes for Rome to be happy.

And she wasn’t complaining about the Emperors care, when he wanted to care.

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Sabina woke up to an empty bed the next morning. She was still fully nude, but she had a green robe waiting for her on the table. Slowly, she stretched and wrapped it around her frame and walked out, not caring if she was fully dressed or not, she has time to get ready for the games later on.

Her dark eyes scanned the rooms that were open and she didn’t see the Emperor anywhere.

“Good morning Emperess,” The staff would call to her and she would bow her head at each one. She wished that she could give them a more sincere smile, but she only was focused on finding her husband.

Then she saw him.

In the entertainment room was her brother in-law with him. Around them were men and women in various outfits. Most of them were hardly wearing clothing and she noticed Geta’s eyes on one specific one.

It was a dark-haired woman with pale ivory skin, covering her breasts with gold and a sheer white stola that hardly left anything to the imagination anywhere around her body. She was very beautiful, but flirtatious as well. She smiled at him and he kept her close with his arm around her, focused on the dancer in front of them. Geta was in his green robe as Carcalla was in a purple one.

He had a bright grin on his face then stopped when he seen Sabina in front of them.

“Good morning, I didn’t think you would be up.” He said.

“Didn’t think I would have to find my husband with entertainment at this hour.”

“Oh he did more than entertain last night.” Carcalla muttered giving out a chuckle. His eyes glanced at Geta, who had no emotion in them. He kept looking at his wife and concubine.

“I see, I guess I was not enough for you for the evening husband.” Sabina spat as she turned away and walked out of the room. Just when Geta was going to stand up, his concubine had pushed him down and began to rub his shoulders to relax. It took a couple of moments, but he complied.

Sabina figured that there was going to be concubines in this marriage of course. But sleeping with someone else right after he was done with her? Sneaking out of their bed to fuck another woman? That is what fueled Sabina’s heart with fury.

She took a couple deep breaths as she walked down the long hall. Her mind focusing on the night before and recalling how their anger fueled into the passionate setting.

Well Sabina guesses that it wasn’t enough for him.

“Emperess, I just heard what had happened. “ Suddenly, Macrinus was next to her, his dark eyes full of concern. Sabina wanted to take a step forward, but Macrinus had wrapped his hand around hers to keep her in place. “Lets talk somewhere more private, I think I have an idea to help all of your worries go away.”

Sabina didn’t know where else to turn to for guidance right now. Her father was miles away and she cant recall anyone else who could provide immediate support. She nodded and allowed Macrinus take her to his chambers so they could have a long conversation.

NEXT PART

#emperor geta x oc #emperor geta smut #gladiator 2 #joseph quinn #carcalla #emperor geta imagine #emperor geta #emperor caracalla

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lacunafiction · 8 months ago

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I recently received these two fun questions from the Forum:

“1 - will there be a second tea vs cocoa vs coffee showdown in B2?, and 2 - Is there an in-universe reason as to why Ruby is specifically called Ruby?”

So, I thought I would make a quick post to share their answers here too! :D

1. The MC's drink choice will indeed come up a few times during Book Two! A tea party will require them to indulge in some tea one (1) time, but I'm certain the individual who meticulously planned it included something for your MC's tastes. A minor spoiler: For certain readers, Judith (the little girl you can meet in Book One) will weigh-in on the battle of hot drinks. It can be a cute/funny scene to trigger. 😀

2. Here's what I've said about Ruby's and Reese's names when revealing part of why I selected them. All of the names in TFS tend to have deeper meanings.

Ruby

It has Latin origins from 'ruber' (red) or 'rubinous', but both mean a deep red precious stone. This name holds a certain sultry elegance along with the stone itself that has had more staying power than other names that relate to jewelry or precious materials.

Reese

Meanings such as ardor, passion, and fiery are all embedded in this name, which pairs well with R's character, especially if you read a particular exchange with Mrs. Dorran in Book Two during an evening excursion. It has a Welsh origin.

These names just seem made for R as a character! Although I think they can take on even deeper meanings on their romance route where they can express ardent feelings for the MC and show how much they treasure them above all of the Verner glitz. While their character color is more so black than red, we do see a link with Angelique and how R does also favor reds, purples, and more traditionally aristocratic pops of color. There is also a spoiler element to R's name that I'm sure will hit many of you in the feels once you figure it out. 🙃 It's fully revealed in Book Three, but there are hints even in Book Two.

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Hopefully, you're all doing well!

My relative silence on social media might make some of you wonder if I am in fact lost in Fernweh. 🌲The answer is a resounding 'yes'; I've been engaging in a constant and steady writing blitz to then hopefully return to answer questions and better engage closer to a demo drop and tentative release date, etc. It brings me so much happiness to write; it's my outlet, so that's my utmost priority aside from some family care-giving/time together and my cat*, of course.

(*Yes, he is also included in the family. He just gets a special mention.)

Thank you for your patience, support, and understanding! 💚

#fernweh saga #asks #who do queue think you are?#reese verner #ruby verner

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nyctoaerah · 1 year ago

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𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

“𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐘”

╰┈➤𝐒𝐘𝐏𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒: Where suguru geto founds himself deeply enamored with satoru's non-sorcerer sister to the point of obsession. ╰┈➤𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Patricide, Sexual Assault, Non-consensual touching, Attempted Rape, Incest, Gore. ╰┈➤𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Yandere! Suguru Geto x Fem! Gojo’s Sister! Non-sorcerer! Reader ╰┈➤𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 ╰┈➤𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

•───癖好───•

IT HAD BEEN A COUPLE of weeks ever since [Name] had encountered Suguru, and currently, [Name] found herself seated on a comfortable chair with a mirror positioned directly in front of her. She had meticulously styled her hair into an elegant princess-inspired half-up, half-down hairdo; the upper part of her hair adorned with the intricately braided strands that Satoru had woven for her before going out.

Tonight, they were hosting a grand party for some unknown reasons, and though the idea of attending wasn't exactly her preference, Satoru had adamantly insisted, and thus [Name] reluctantly agreed. However, she was determined not to appear disheveled or bring further humiliation upon her esteemed clan.

Taking great care, she applied skillfully chosen makeup, adorning her face with a touch of gray eyeshadow accented by glitters and other luxurious embellishments that Satoru had bought for her.

Her eyeliner possessed a refined precision and her lips were adorned with a soft, yet eye-catching, pink hue.

Her gaze shifted towards the necklace Satoru had given her as a birthday gift the previous year, which, until now, had remained unworn.

It was probably very expensive, considering that Satoru tends to buy her a lot of expensive things. The necklace silver-tone glistened and was encircled by dazzling diamonds.

Adorning this piece were crafted flower-shaped jewels, and at the very center of it all, a resplendent circle housing perfectly cut rubies.

Placing the necklace around her neck, [Name] examined herself in the mirror, feeling a subtle twinge of self-consciousness regarding her appearance.

‘Do i even look good...?’ she thought to herself, her self consciousness getting the best of her once again.

She was donning a simple azure-hued dress which was enhanced by a few tasteful pieces of jewelry, that again, was given to her by satoru. Satoru was mostly the one who buys her things as their clan seldom bestowed any items upon her.

What makes this even more remarkable is that Satoru consistently selects the most costly presents to give her. Although [Name] is not unappreciative, she cannot help but perceive these extravagant gifts as too expensive for someone in her circumstances.

Speaking of Satoru, [Name] wanted to ask for his opinion on whether she looked good or she looked like shit. (even though she knows that satoru would always say that she's pretty)

However, Satoru was temporarily absent, presumably occupied with the task of greeting their arriving guests.

Releasing a gentle sigh, her eyebrows knits together as she contemplated whether or not to proceed on going to the damn party.

Discord permeated her relationship with her clan, and vice versa. Yet, Satoru insisted that she attend the party and divulged that they had agreed upon her involvement due to an impending announcement. A flicker of doubt whispered in her mind, speculating that they might subject her to humiliation, but surely, Satoru wouldn't permit such degradation in public, would he?

he adored her and reciprocated her love; hence, he would shield her from any harm. right? Right? Right? He would protect her.

Her muscles tensed slightly at the sound of the door to her room opening.

“Satoru?” She swiveled her head towards the entrance, anticipating his arrival. However, to her disappointment, it was not Satoru who crossed the threshold; instead, her father made his way into the room.

Her eyes widened and instantly, her muscles clenched and her jaw tightened as she observed who it was.

‘Shit! What is he doing here?!’

[Name] panicked internally and struggled to put up a relaxed expression.

“O-otou-sama..,” [Name] whispered under her breath, her voice cracking and barely audible as she shakily rose from her seat and placed the pillow on the chair before bowing respectfully—not really wanting to anger her father.

Upon noticing his return, her eyes scrutinized him from head to toe, sensing his gaze on her body which made her uncomfortable .

“You've returned...”

Summoning a smile, she forced herself to feign happiness.

“Welcome back, Otou-sama” she greeted, though her smile was forced and unconvincing.

Her heart raced within her chest as she averted her gaze, keeping her eyes away from his piercing stare. “If I may speak.. what brings you here?” she inquired tentatively, anxiety griping her every word.

With each step he took towards her, her father's mere presence sent shivers down her spine. He reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder, causing her body to tremble involuntarily.

“Your father has missed you dearly,” he spoke softly, his touch lingering in an uncomfortably intimate manner. She couldn't help but feel that a father's touch should never be this way.

He shouldn't touch her like this.

A father should not touch her daughter like this.

“You have grown into a remarkably beautiful woman,” he remarked, his words causing her discomfort. Unpleasant memories resurfaced as she noticed the scent of alcohol emanating from him.

“Thank you,” she mumbled, finding no solace in the way he had complimented her. It had been five long years since she last saw her father, because he was overseas, and the dude too, was often abusive during her earlier years. However, something about his current behavior unsettled her, creeping her out in an inexplicable way.

“It must have been quite challenging for you to handle Satoru in that way...” He let out a light chuckle as his fingers gently traced circles on her tense shoulders, causing her to feel a mixture of revulsion and fear.

Disgusting and utterly repulsive was her father.

“I-it wasn't that bad,” she responded, her voice trembling slightly. Ofcourse, satoru sometimes acts like a man child, but it was only because he hadn't been given the chance to be a child and [Name] loves his brother.

“Satoru is a good person” she stated.

‘Unlike you.’ she added mentally.

“I'll go and call satoru,” [Name] said, her heart racing inside her chest, as if it were about to burst through her ribcage. Her instincts were in overdrive, her flight and fight instincts were screaming at her. She wanted satoru to just come back so bad and take her away from this creep of a pathetic excuse of a father.

“No,” he firmly stated, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.

“Why not?” she questioned.

“Because it would deeply sadden me,” he declared with a touch of theatricality, causing [Name] to resist the temptation to glare at him.

“You would do anything to keep me happy, right, [Name]?” he questioned, seeking assurance from her as she hesitantly nodded in response. Of course, she had her own boundaries and limits, and she wouldn't go to extremes for his happiness.

“Beloved daughter,” he whispered in a low voice, and she visibly flinched when his hand began to inch toward her hip. Attempting to distance herself, she took a step back, yet he followed her, backing her into a corner until her back collided with the wall. Her heart raced with unease as his grubby hand veered towards her inner thighs but she swiftly slapped it away and she earned a glare from it.

“Speak as you're told,” he commanded, his words causing her to swallow uneasily. Her response had to be compliant.

“Yes... yes, I will,” she murmured, detesting the tone she was forced to use. The anticipation of Satoru's return grew with each passing moment, as she increasingly felt an overwhelming sense of discomfort, a foreboding feeling that something dreadful was bound to happen.

“You are nothing more than a mere accident that occurred during the prenatal development in your mother's womb, [Name].” he told her and she raised an eyebrow, finding his statement to be random.

Of fucking course, she doesn't fucking need to know that.

She knows that she's an outcast.

She knows that she's just a mistake.

They don't need to remind her about that fucking truth, for she's aware of it.

“Satoru is meant to be a sole child.”

He added.

“But speaking of your mother... She no longer fulfills my needs,” he murmured, a hint of amusement in his voice.

‘Like i give a damn,’ she thought bitterly.

“Her beauty has diminished,” he uttered, causing her to freeze as his hand stealthily crept beneath her dress.

“Do you realize how beautiful you are?” he inquired, drawing nearer, subjecting her to the repulsive stench of alcohol.

“I think that you'll be able to satisfy me, daughter.”

His words had a paralyzing effect on [Name], rendering her unable to react or defend herself, it felt as if she was nailed in her place.

“...”

The desire to push him away and slap his hand away was evident, yet she found herself immobilized, as if invisible strings were pulling her to stay still against her own will, like a marionette in the hands of a puppeteer.

‘Satoru, where are you?!’

Looking anxiously at every nook and cranny of the room, her [E/c] orbs searched desperately for a familiar face: Satoru. The urgency in her grew increasingly intense as she was in dire need of help.

In her time of distress, it was Satoru whom she longed for. Satoru, Satoru, Satoru. Only Satoru. His presence could provide the security and support [Name] craved.

It was satoru, always satoru and only satoru.

Her dependency on Satoru was very evident and She was scarily dependent on the white-haired lad. Her fingers curled up as she swallowed a lump in her throat.

“What's that supposed to mean, Otou-sama?” she feigned innocence, cringing internally at herself for sounding so dumb. Certainly, she was fully aware of his intentions. She wasn't intellectually naive by any means. She comprehended precisely what he was alluding to, the repugnant depths of his perverse desires that he was referring to.

The mere thought of it caused an intensely uncomfortable sensation to ripple through her entire being, primarily because she shared a bloodline with him as her own flesh and that she was his blood daughter.

“Can you explain it?” she asked, trying to look ‘cute and confused’ and making a genuine effort to maintain a composed facade. Yet behind this facade, she was gripped by an overwhelming sense of panic, frantically attempting to stall for time as a means of gathering her thoughts and possibly finding an alternative solution—and for satoru to arrive, ofcourse.

[Name] shivered as his dirty hands ascended towards her delicate face, enclosing it within his grip.

“My daughter, so pure and untainted,” The ugly man uttered, causing a nauseating sensation within her. He sarcastically murmured, emphasizing her purity and innocence. “How adorable,” he remarked, revealing a sinister undertone. With a sinister intention, he offered,

“Stay still, alright?” her father's disgusting voice echoed in her ears.

[Name] swallowed thickly, the rhythm of her heartbeat reverberated through her chest with an alarming force, threatening to break free from its bony confines. The sound of blood rushing through her veins seemed to echo in her ears, serving as a reminder of her vulnerable state.

In this vulnerable state, she was left pondering the same question over and over: Where the fuck was Satoru when she needed him the most?

‘Satoru, where are you? I need you...’

As she inhaled and exhaled deep breaths, attempting to calm her racing pulse, the absence of Satoru loomed over her like a dark cloud. Satoru's absence only magnified her sense of helplessness, increasing her yearning for his presence like a beacon of hope.

“W-what are you doing?”

She squeaked as she experienced a sense of repulsion as she felt his dirty grubby hands clutching at the strap of her dress, as if he wanted to take it off and the mere proximity of his hands filled her with revulsion. She wanted nothing to do with his touch, especially since he was her own father, making the situation even more disturbing.

“Otou-sama.. this is wrong...”

She was a minor. She was 16. He's a fucking adult. This is fucking pedophilia. This was incest. This is infidelity. This is so wrong in so many ways. And more especially, this is sexual assault.

This whole scenario seemed morally and ethically wrong in countless ways. Her jaw clenched tightly, her eyebrows furrowed, and a scowl formed on her face as she directed her intense gaze at him. She was disgusted, angry, and scared.

“Please don't touch me...” she gritted out.

Sensing her disapproval, he paused in his actions and met her gaze with a hint of irritation.

“Don't you fucking dare to look at me like that,” he uttered with a sharp, venomous tone, as if he wasn't talking to her in a sweet voice before and acting as if he wasn't being a creep earlier and lusting at his own daughter, prompting her to suppress a snarky reply.

“What do you mean—”

SLAP

Her [E/c] eyes widened as an abrupt, stinging sensation spread across her face, causing her head to turn to the side due to the force of the slap delivered by her own father. Despite the pain, [Name] remained silent, raising a trembling hand to touch her tender cheek.

The impact of the slap left a prominent, reddened mark on her delicate skin, causing her to clench her teeth together and direct an intense glare towards the ground, desperately holding back tears.

It was so fucking painful.

Suddenly, [Name] felt his hand cupping her cheeks, a invasive gesture that further heightened her discomfort. His words only added to her distress as he coldly remarked,

“If you didn't provoke me, I wouldn't have to leave such an imprint on that pretty face of yours.” He then proceeded to openly scrutinize her body, examining every curve and contour, which made [Name] bite down hard on her lip in nervousness, trying to cope with the overwhelming emotions swirling within her.

“Otou-sama, don't do this” she managed to whisper.

“P-please stop...” She winced in pain, her eyes welling up with tears, but he glared furiously at her and forcefully gripped her throat, applying just enough pressure to leave her gasping for breath. The sensation of his hands crushing her windpipe sent a searing agony throughout her body.

“You dare command me to halt?” he hissed menacingly.

“You were practically begging for this, parading around in an immodest dress and presenting yourself like a harlot,” he accused, causing tears to cascade down her face.

[Name] struggled to breathe, her larynx engulfed in excruciating pain. Eventually, he released his grip, allowing her to desperately gasp for air.

[Name]'s throat was ablaze with agony, and she instinctively clutched at her neck while trying to steady her rapid breaths. In truth, she had not worn a provocative dress, but rather a modest and unassuming one. So how could she have possibly provoked him in any way?

[Name] wasn't begging for it. He was fucking delusional.

In this moment, she longed for Satoru's presence, yearning for his support and help to escape this horrifying situation.

She absolutely despised being trapped in this predicament and her mind continually echoed her brother's name, Satoru, Satoru, Satoru.

[Name] felt an irrepressible urge to scream, to call out for Satoru's help, but she couldn't summon the courage.

“Satoru..” [Name] breathed out shakily, trying to scream but she couldn't do it.

With a heavy heart, she fell into silence as her father began to kiss her neck, an unspeakable violation of the boundaries between a father and his daughter. Helplessness engulfed her entirely as she grappled with overwhelming feelings of disgust, fear, and anger. Why didn't satoru returned? why wasn't he there when she needed him the most? Why wasn't satoru—

A sudden realization washed over her, causing her to come to a halt. It was a frightening realization that she had become excessively reliant and dependent on her older brother.

She found herself unable to defend herself in any situation, constantly relying on him for protection and support. The mere thought of standing up for herself seemed impossible. The depths of her dependency on Satoru was alarming.

As her eyes darted back and forth, her pupils began to tremble, accompanied by a nauseous sensation.

It was alarming just how reliant she had become on her older brother, Satoru. She couldn't even protect herself; constantly relying on him for both defense and support. She was utterly incapable of standing her ground or facing the world on her own.

The depth of her dependence became increasingly clear as her very core began to tremble. The nauseating urge to vomit overwhelmed her when her father, with his hand on her waist and thigh, pressed an unwanted kiss upon her shoulders. It was at that moment that she understood the root of her helplessness, connected intrinsically to her reliance on Satoru. This dependence, she couldn't deny, made her vulnerable to abuse.

Her vision became clouded by tears, prickling at the corners of her eyes, as the weight of her powerlessness enveloped her. She couldn't accomplish anything without Satoru by her side.

She was nothing without satoru.

In her eyes, she saw herself as weak, nothing more than a mere shadow, incapable of even the simplest tasks without satoru's guidance and protection. Her entire identity seemed intertwined with this inescapable dependence, leaving her questioning her worth and purpose.

She's useless. Just like they had said.

Yet, amidst her turmoil, a glimmer of realization began to take shape within her. Just because she's a non-sorcerer doesn't necessarily equate to constant reliance on Satoru.

Slowly, she began to understand the necessity of her own dependence if she ever wanted to taste the sweet freedom she so desperately craved; She needed to be independent. No longer did she wish to be shackled by her dependency on Satoru; it was a burden.

In this moment of clarity, she could feel her hands clenching into tight fists, and her knuckles turning white.

When she felt his grimy hands tracing up and down her thigh in a lewd manner, an intense wave of fear surged through her.

Then she screamed, the thoughts of being independent going through the back of her mind as she completely forgot about it.

“SATORU! SATORU! HELP!” she cried out in desperation, as he pushed her father away from her and attempted to escape towards the the door while continuing to scream for satoru, her trembling hand desperately gripping the doorknob as she continued to scream for satoru. She banged on the door loudly, hoping to alert satoru.

“SATORUUU! HE TOUCHED ME!”

Meanwhile, her father grimaced in pain but managed to muster a threatening remark,

“You insolent brat...”

“SATORUUU! OTOU-SAMA IS TRYING TO RAPE M— MMPHH—!!” her voice was abruptly muffled when her father covered her mouth with his other hand, silencing her screams grabbed a handful of her hair, his sharp nails digging painfully into her scalp and she began to sob on his hand.

“Shut up!” he hissed and dragged her forcefully towards the bed and pressed his body against her.

“No one will come to your rescue. They will simply turn a blind eye to someone as pitiful and insignificant as you.” A malicious grin spread across his face, a grotesque display of his sadistic pleasure.

“You are nothing,” emphasizing his contempt for her. The pain intensified as his razor-sharp nails continued their assault on her scalp.

“Poor thing, can't even use jujutsu and yet you dare to talk back to your superiors” he scorned, belittling her inability to utilize jujutsu.

[Name] teared up as she tried to scream but her screams were muffled by his hands. Expressing his derogatory views towards women, he continued,

“Women like you are feeble, incapable of defending themselves, always needing a man to protect themselves” He further degraded her, completely aware that [Name] Is dependent to satoru.

“I bet that if you were given a chance to go out, you would go show your body off to men like a whore, because you are already doing it right now in our house.”

“Women are meant solely to satisfy and serve men, bearing and caring for children.” He let go off her hair with one final and painful tug.

“So you better do your purpose as a woman and satisfy me”

He then pulled at the straps of her dress, ripping it off. she let out a scream that was muffled by her father's hand, as she squirmed in discomfort as his hands shamelessly explored and fondled her chest.

In a desperate attempt to defend herself, she delivered a knee strike to his groin, causing her father to emit a pained grunt as he stumbled backwards, ultimately collapsing in agony on the ground.

she tumbled to the ground, falling in a heap alongside her father. The impact caused her elbows to press into his stomach, inflicting a sharp pain that left him gasping for breath. Without wasting a moment, she promptly rose to her feet whilst clenching her teeth together and fixing a piercing glare upon her father.

She wasted no time seizing a momentary opportunity to unfasten the sharp hairpin that had previously secured her braids. As her lustrous [H/c] colored locks cascaded freely around her face.

Writhing in pain, clutching his injured groin, her father managed to wheeze out in a raspy voice, his words dripping with contempt, “You insolent child!”

Without granting her father even a moment to react, she lunged forward, the pointed end of the hairpin finding its mark in his eye as she stabbed him in the eye. Initially, the sharp tip of the hairpin pierced the delicate iris, causing it to recoil instantly. Blood erupted from the wounded eye, splattering both her and her father as he unleashed a horrifying scream, desperate to rid himself of the searing agony consuming him.

“Shut up, shut up, shut up,” she repeated shakily.

Unrelenting, she slammed her feet firmly on his chest, effectively knocking the wind out of him. Crouching over his writhing body, her teeth clenched with as she applied intense pressure, feeling his bony ribs crack beneath the pressure exerted by her mere feet, causing bone fragments to likely disperse throughout his entire body, inevitably inducing excruciating agony.

Lost in a blood-red haze, she acted on instinct alone, unaware of her own capabilities and the reasons fueling her actions. However, the satisfaction derived from defending herself against her tormentor overwhelmed any semblance of rational thinking.

Driven by an insatiable thirst for vengeance, she plunged the hairpin deeper into his eye, mercilessly breaking through the fragile barrier of the eye itself. With a twist of the hairpin, she targeted and severed the optic nerves, thoroughly obliterating his vision. All the while, her father's cries of agony served as an eerie soundtrack to her brutal assault.

However, she remained unsatisfied with the extent of his injuries.

Suffering from fractured ribs and a severely injured eye proved to be insufficient in punishing him adequately. The gravity of his sins, which involved attempting to sexually assault her and subject her to abuse, demanded a far greater retribution. He undoubtedly warranted a punishment of a much higher magnitude.

He deserved this for looking at her in such a dirty way. He deserved this for trying to rape his daughter. He deserved this. He deserved every single part of it.

Her father was still writhing on the ground, uttering agonizing screams. With her free hand, she began to gouge his eyes using her fingers. The crimson liquid spurted onto her palm, and the squelching noises resonated in her ears as she pressed her fingers into his eyeball, causing them to penetrate the outer layer—the sclera, and eventually piercing through the iris. As her fingers continued their destructive path, they shattered and obliterated the delicate lens within the eye, she delved even deeper into the eye socket, curling her finger upwards and effortlessly piercing through the gel-like vitreous humor, permanently robbing him of his ability to see.

The sensation of the eyeball squirming under her touch intensified his torment, causing him to cry out in excruciating pain.

She then finally distanced herself from the horrific scene, leaving behind the haunting image of the hairpin penetrating his eye, her trembling hands glistened with crimson liquid. Breathing heavily, she bore the weight of her strenuous exertion. But she wasn't satisfied yet.

Making her way back to her previous spot, she seized the chair and launched it at his defenseless body, a reflection of the fury in her trembling eyes. She was grateful for being away from the other rooms and she was grateful the blaring music that drowned out the sound, for she knew the wretched screams of her father, an abomination seeking to violate her, would go unheard.

Unleashing her pent-up rage, she struck him repeatedly with the chair, causing his face to become disfigured and adorned with grotesque wounds. A broken nose and a swollen, battered lip, gouge out eyes were the least of his deserved punishments—and many more.

How dare he kiss her space with his repulsive, chapped lips? How dare he tarnish her with his grimy hands? The chair continued to collide with his wretched body, until it succumbed to the sheer force, shattering into fragments. The pieces, now stained with blood, came to rest on the floor, which too had become drenched in the crimson fluid of the disgusting man.

Breathing with intensity, she was overwhelmed by the putrid aroma of her father's blood permeating her senses, finding it as repulsive as his very presence. In response, she made a conscious decision to inhale solely through her mouth, bypassing the revolting scent.

She clenched her fists tightly and repetitively punched him. The force behind each blow became so relentless that her own knuckles ruptured, causing her blood to intermingle with his as she persistently aimed to annihilate him.

As she delivered her punches, she could audibly discern the sound of his skull fracturing. The exertion of her physical strikes caused her breath to become labored, each inhalation eliciting a searing pain in her chest, and with every exhale, it felt as though her lungs were on the verge of bursting. In addition, her windpipe seemed engulfed in an inferno, intensifying her discomfort.

As she readied her hand once more for impact, the sight of her knuckles, now exposed and vulnerable due to the blistered skin, revealed the delicate hue of her light brown bones.

She experienced excruciating pain throughout her entire body, but she paid it no mind and pierced through the flesh of his countenance, the contact between her hand and his skull sending a shudder through her being.

But it wasn't enough. She wasn't satisfied yet

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just-my-latest-hyperfixation · 1 year ago

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To fall, to burn

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, October warm-up round.

Prompt: Halloween

Rated: T

CW: alcohol abuse, mind control

Tags: Vampire!Eddie; Steve and Nancy are unhappily married; sexual tension

Notes: This started out as an attempt at the @steddiemicrofic for October, but it sort of spiralled, so here we are. 🙃

His name is Eddie and he's always dressed as a vampire.

He shows up on their first Halloween at the new house, looking elegant and suave in his waistcoat, dark hair in an old-fashioned braid down his back. Steve, immediately drawn in by his wit and easy charm, asks if he lives nearby, and Eddie chuckles.

"Used to," he says. "Now I just visit occasionally."

They spend the better part of the night out on the porch, chatting away while the trick-and-treaters trickle by.

"Newly married?" Eddie asks at some point, red eyes trained on his ring finger. They look so real. Steve wonders what contacts he uses.

"Yeah," he nods. "Nancy isn't here, though. She's away for business a lot, just got promoted."

"What?" Eddie smiles, bright and dimpled and with a hint of fangs. "Leaving a pretty thing like you all alone? Shame."

Steve laughs, and if he notices how those eyes linger on the blush that creeps up his neck, that's nobody's business, right?

"What's got that lovely face all sad on this beautiful night?"

"Oh, hey!" Steve tears his eyes off the costumed children passing by as Eddie joins him on the porch steps. "Didn't see you all year."

"Of course not," Eddie winks. "I'm a creature of darkness."

His costume is more modern today, all black leather and chains, hair spilling over his shoulders in messy curls.

Steve chuckles, twists his wedding band. Frowns.

"Trouble in paradise?"

Steve huffs. "No. Yeah. I dunno, maybe."

And then - and he has no idea why - he spills his heart to this complete stranger. How maybe they both rushed into this marriage. How they seem to be wanting different things from life. How he always thought they'd have kids, lots of them, while Nancy is so focused on her career. Maybe it's the way those ruby eyes never leave him as he speaks. They draw him in, drag all the things he keeps buried deep inside to the surface, until he feels raw and vulnerable and wide open. Seen.

"She's a fool," Eddie hums. And Steve never noticed, but he has shifted closer. So close their shoulders are brushing. So close that Steve feels his breath on his skin, so close Eddie’s scent tickles his nostrils. Leather and musk and something earthy and wild. "You should have anything you desire."

Steve laughs it off, but it feels wrong in his throat.

Steve's bottle of whisky is almost empty and the trick-and-treaters long gone when he looks up to see Eddie standing before him, jewelry glinting in the dying light of the Jack O'Lanterns. Those red eyes flick over the last of the cardboard boxes still stacked on the porch and Eddie’s face twitches.

"She gone then?"

Steve blinks sluggishly. Nods, sways, topples. Eddie is crouched in front of him in an instant, catches him before he can fall and cradles him to his chest.

"It's okay, sweet thing, let it out."

Steve is about to ask what he means, but then the sticky wetness on his face registers, and he flushes with humiliation.

"Shit," he slurs, tries to stand. "Sorry."

Eddie brings one strong hand to the back of his head and pulls him back in. His fingers card through Steve’s hair, a solid, firm weight.

"No need to apologize for a broken heart. I'm just sorry it had to come this far."

He smiles, fangs gleaming in the low light, and something inside Steve's chest flutters. His head is dizzy, and Eddie’s eyes are so pretty, a swirling vortex of red that's sucking him in. He wants nothing more than to fall into them and burn.

"Steve .. " Eddie is saying, and Steve must be so, so drunk, because he could swear his lips aren’t moving, and still that voice is clear as day in his head, in his bones. In his blood. "If you were mine … I'd never let anything hurt you."

"Would …" Steve gulps. Eddie’s eyes watch the movement of his throat, pupils blown wide, watch his tongue as it darts out to wet too-dry lips. "Would you maybe … like to go inside?"

"Aw, honey, finally!" Eddie’s eyes crinkle around the corners, and then he hoists Steve to his feet like a ragdoll, steers them both towards the door with one firm arm around his waist. His breath tickles the hollow of Steve's neck, and his fangs scrape his rabbiting pulse. "Thought you'd never ask."

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lilacmingi · 1 year ago

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MY TREASURE

My works are 14+ ONLY. If you’re under 14 DO NOT read/interact with me or my works

Pairing: Pirate!Yeosang x Princess!fem reader

Word count: 8,179

Yeosang strode along the quarterdeck, gazing at the horizon before him. The many pieces of jewelry he wore glimmered in the golden sun.

Unlike other pirates, Yeosang took pride in his appearance. He was known for being a princely pirate with breathtaking features and exquisite style. He carried himself in such a way that made others envy him, pirates and royals alike—with elegance.

The captain was embellished with jewels from around the world, each one plundered from a different town or city, and he's about to collect the most precious jewel of all—you.

You were a princess and the daughter of a wealthy king who ruled over a small bayside kingdom. Recently, your father has been begging for you to find a man and settle down, but you could care less. Truthfully, you weren't interested in dating let alone getting married. You'd rather not waste your time on men, you'd much rather go out and take a stroll around town, go to the docks and dip your toes in the water. Anything but waste time getting to know a man who just wants you for the title that comes with marrying a princess.

"Y/n, I've planned a formal social gathering for this weekend. I think it would be a good opportunity for you to mingle with some of the men in town." Your dad mentioned at breakfast.

"Dad, I've already told you, I'm not interested. These men are just out to get money. They want to be a prince and they want the money that comes with it. That's the bottom line."

"Sweetheart, I would never let that happen. Besides, this is a formal event. Only eligible men will be here."

"Eligible or not, they're all out for something. I won't be with a man who doesn't care about me."

"That's why I'm hosting this ball. So you can mingle and see if any man sparks your interest. It's important that you start looking for a man to settle down with."

"Again, I'm not interested."

"You don't have a choice, Y/n. This ball is happening wether you like it or not."

"Unbelievable. Looks like my choices are being made for me." You stood up from the table. "I've lost my appetite."

Needing to get away from everything and cool down, you slipped out of the castle headed straight for the docks to enjoy your last moments of freedom as well as the warm water and sunrise.

Dread washed over you like ocean waves as you thought about being forced to attend this stupid social gathering.

You'd always dreamt of finding the perfect prince who would come in and sweep you off your feet. One that didn't care about your money and would take you on wonderful and amazing adventures, allowing you to see the world outside of the kingdom that you'd been confined to your whole life.

It was the night of the ball and you found yourself stuck in a fancy dress, standing amongst a large crowd of people you had no interest being around. You had slowly been migrating towards the corner of the room and away from the large mass of people, not wanting to be in the middle of all the commotion. Plus, if you kept your distance, there'd be less of a chance someone would approach you.

The last thing you wanted to do was get stuck in a conversation with some hoity-toity rich boy that you had nothing in common with.

All that immediately went down the drain when you spotted a blonde-haired man striding through the crowd. His long hair was gently swept away from his face, the lengthy strands at the back curling under his ear which donned a ruby earring. You'd never seen this man around before and wondered if he could be from a town far away. After all, he was nothing like the guys around here.

He wore a long coat embellished with silver designs swirling around the cuffs and the opening of the jacket. Underneath the coat was a white dress shirt paired with high waisted slacks and Chelsea boots.

You had to close your mouth, not realizing it was hanging open. The way he carried himself captured your attention and made him stand out from the crowd. You could practically see the confidence radiating off him and it pulled you in instantly.

Could it be? Is he the prince you've dreamt of all these years?

"Wow."

You managed to tear your eyes away from him for a moment, feeling the need to cool off and calm yourself.

Alright, Y/n. Get a hold of yourself. Looks aren't everything. You need to talk with him first.

Once you gathered your nerves you planned to approach him and strike up a conversation.

It took a few moments as well as some self assurance, but you finally felt like you could approach the insanely handsome blonde. From your spot near the edge of the room, you began searching for the Prince Charming that caught your eye.

Just then, the clicking of boots approaching grabbed your attention. Upon turning your head, you were met with the stunning man you were searching for. You gave yourself a brief, last minute pep talk just before he came to a stop.

"Y/n, I presume?"

His voice. It was deep, yet gentle, soft, and almost melodic.

"That's correct." You managed to speak.

He held his hand out, his ring-clad fingers glimmering under the chandelier light. You placed your hand in his, allowing him to bring it up to his lips and place a gentle kiss to the back of it. Your heart rate sped up as a result. He glanced up at you through his lashes, holding your hand near his lips for a few moments before letting your hand down.

His facial features were otherworldly and resembled those of a statue. He was quite literally a work of art.

"And what might your name be?" You inquired.

"Kang Yeosang."

Even his name was enchanting.

"I came to ask you if you'd like to share a dance with me."

If it were any other man in the room, you would have said no, but this man intrigued you.

"Of course." You offered him your hand, allowing him to pull you out to the dance floor.

You were unable to take your eyes off him as he took your other hand and began swaying to the music.

He was light on his feet and knew how to dance well. Now that he was up close, you were able to take in all of his incredible facial features. From his large, beautifully shaped eyes, to his soft nose, and plush, pink lips.

"I'm curious."

"About what?" You questioned.

"You."

"Ask me anything."

"What do you think about the kingdom? How do you like living here?"

"It's nice, I suppose. The people are wonderful, but I feel a little confined sometimes."

"Confined?"

"Yes. I want to go out and see things, go on adventures and discover new places and make new memories."

"You don't travel?" He asked.

"Well, I've never seen anything past the bay."

Yeosang seemed surprised.

"What about you?" You flipped the question on him in hopes of turning the attention away from you and your lack of exploring.

"Me? Oh, I've been so many places, I've lost count."

"You have?"

He nodded. "I've been to many towns of various sizes. Some of them small with the most wonderful secret places and some big with many exciting things to offer."

"Wow. How can you travel so much? Don't you have duties?"

"I manage." He shrugged, one of his hands letting go of yours to wrap around your waist.

You knew he was only dancing, but the gesture had your cheeks feeling warm.

"Is there anywhere you'd like to see? A place you want to travel to one day?"

"Well, there is one place."

Yeosang's head tilted slightly as he waited for you to continue.

"I don't have the photograph with me at the moment, but it's a beautiful beach with sparkling sands and towering palm trees. And there's a long outcrop of rocks that are perfect for walking along. They're clustered so close together you could sit on one and dip your toes in the water."

"How do you know about this place?"

"My mom visited the beach long before I was born. From the way she used to talk about it, it's a beautiful place."

"Used to?" Yeosang inquired softly.

You gave a weak smile. "She passed six years ago."

"I'm very sorry to hear that."

"It's alright. I've had plenty of time to grieve and move on."

"You said you had a photograph of the island?" He questioned.

"I do."

"I might recognize it."

"I can go get it if you'd like."

"Alright." He nodded. "I'll take a look at it."

"Follow me."

You took Yeosang up a set of stairs that led to the hallway where your room was located.

"One moment."

He waited out in the hallway while you stepped into your room, retrieving the photo from a drawer in your nightstand. You liked to keep it close to you, which is why it stayed by your bed.

"Here." You handed the old photograph to Yeosang, watching as he examined it.

"I recognize this beach." He said after a moment.

"You do?"

He gave a small nod, handing the photo back to you.

"Have you been there?" You asked him after putting the photo back in its place.

"Once, but it's been years ago. I remember it well. It's hard to forget a place as breathtakingly beautiful as that."

"I have so many questions."

"We can get back downstairs and you can ask any questions you have."

Your eyes gleamed with elation as Yeosang took your hand and led you back down to the party. Once back in the ballroom, the both of you joined hands for a dance.

"You said you had a lot of questions. Ask them. I'll l answer them all."

"When you went to the island, how long did you stay?"

"Not very long. I just walked around a bit."

"But you remember it well."

"I do."

"Do you remember a lot of the places you visit?"

"Every single one." He responded.

You and Yeosang talked for the rest of the night. You'd ask questions about his endless traveling and he would happily answer, telling you everything he could about his adventurous lifestyle. You didn't know how he was able to travel so much. You assumed maybe his parents sailed with him. Either that or they just allowed him to do whatever he wanted to do. You wish your life could be like that.

You sat in your room that night, brushing your hair and gazing into the dresser mirror as your mind drifted back to Yeosang, reliving the wonderful memories from the night.

He was delightful and exceeded all of your expectations. Handsome, kind, and has a taste for adventure. He was perfect—almost too perfect. He checked almost every box.

At this point, you truly believed he was the prince you'd always dreamed of and waited for. He swept you off your feet right from the start and not once did he talk about money or attention.

"I believe your hair is thoroughly brushed."

Your father's voice grabbed your attention, causing you to abruptly set your brush down on the dresser. Glancing through the mirror, you saw your dad leaned against the doorway of your room.

"How long have you been there?"

"Long enough to see you spacing out." He chuckled. "I saw you spending time with that Yeosang fellow a lot tonight."

"How do you know his name?"

"He approached me when he arrived at the ball and asked where you were."

"He did?"

Your dad nodded.

"So, did you have a good time?"

"I did."

"See? It wasn't so bad, was it?"

"I suppose not."

"Did you meet anyone else?" He asked.

"No." You responded. "Just Yeosang. Truthfully, he's the first and only guy to capture my attention."

"Well, that's good to hear."

"I'd love to see him again."

"We'll see. In the meantime, you should go to bed soon. It's been a long day." Your dad told you before leaving the room.

You unintentionally hummed to yourself as you got ready the following morning, your mind still clouded with magical memories from the ball. As you made your way downstairs, you wondered what Yeosang was doing and if it was possible for the two of you to see each other again.

"Morning." You smiled as you entered the dining room.

"Morning, Y/n."

You went to sit down at the table, pausing when you spotted Yeosang sitting across from your father, your heart hammering against your rib cage.

"The two of you seemed to have a nice time last night, so I thought I'd invite Yeosang over for breakfast."

"Oh." You sat down in your chair, trying to hold back a smile. "Alright."

Breakfast was served shortly and the three of you ate in silence until Yeosang spoke up.

"This food is delicious." He complimented.

"Thank you. We've got a wonderful cook."

"So, Yeosang, how did you hear about the ball?" Your dad asked.

"I caught wind of it back in my hometown. I just happened to hear townspeople talking about a ball for men to meet with Princess Y/n and I was interested in meeting her. She's very beautiful."

You glanced down at your lap shyly.

"Yes, she is." Your dad smiled.

As you finished up breakfast, you and Yeosang would steal glances at each other. At some point, he looked away from you, straightening his posture as he spoke up.

"Your highness, I have some business of sorts to discuss with you."

"Oh, you do?" You father raised a brow.

"Yes."

"I'll just let the two of you speak in private." You excused yourself and started to get up.

"No, you can stay. I'm sure whatever Yeosang has to say can be said with you here." He then turned to your guest. "Go on, Yeosang."

"Very well." He straightened his posture before continuing. "I would like to take Y/n with me, with your permission, of course."

Your brows raised after hearing this, surprised by his sudden offer.

"You would?" Your dad asked.

"I would." Yeosang confirmed.

Did he really just say he wanted to take you with him? This has to be a dream.

Your dad turned to look at you, then back at Yeosang.

"Well, I'm not sure I can give you an answer."

"What?" You spoke up.

"This is very sudden."

"Sudden?" You questioned. "You're the one who was so adamant about having that ball last night despite my wishes. You're the one who told me I should start thinking about settling down and now that there's a decent guy that I actually like, you're going to start caring about me and saying it's too sudden?"

"I'd be willing to pay." Yeosang spoke up.

That caught your dad's attention.

"Pay?" He parroted.

"Yes, your majesty." Yeosang reached into his satchel and pulled out a small sack, dropping it onto the table, the sounds of coins clattering inside of it.

Your father's eyes were the size of saucers as he stared at the coin bag, a pensive look on his face as he seemed to weigh his options.

You'd much rather go with the adventurous Prince Yeosang than be stuck inside the castle and confined to the bayside island you've called home for so many years. You were ready to get away from this suffocating life of yours and have some fun for once.

"Very well." Your father finally answered.

You should have been offended at how fast your father caved once money was being offered, but you weren't. You were more so excited to leave.

This was it. You were finally going to live the life of your dreams with your real life Prince Charming.

"So, we have a deal?" Yeosang asked.

"We do."

With that, Yeosang slid the bag of coins across the table to your father.

"When will you be leaving?"

"Today."

You shared at look with your dad upon hearing Yeosang's answer.

"You'd better get to packing." He told you.

To that, you stood from your seat and scurried up the stairs to your room, packing suitcase after suitcase as fast as you possibly could. It took less than ten minutes for you to get everything ready. You'd packed mainly clothes, but brought along some toiletries for the trip and a few meaningful items. Before leaving your room, you grabbed the beloved beach photo that belonged to your mother, slipping it into the top of one of your suitcases.

"Ready?" Yeosang asked once you arrived at the top of the steps with your things.

You gave a nod, prompting him to ascend the stairs and grab two of your four suitcases.

Your father seemed elated as you left, giving you a bright smile as you walked out of the castle for the last time.

"Let's get to the ship." Yeosang told you.

He has his own ship? That must be how he travels.

You giddily followed Yeosang through town, clutching your suitcases, excitedly, ready to start this new chapter of your life. He approached the boardwalk, coming to a stop at a massive vessel docked in the water.

"Here we are." He smiled.

"This is your ship?"

"Mhm. The one and only."

"This looks like a pirate ship."

"Uh... yeah." He nodded. "Shall we?"

You hesitantly took hold of his hand as he lead you up the gangplank and onto the ship. Once on board, you took a moment to look around, seeing men rushing around on deck, most of them dressed in dingy clothes. You found it odd that the crew on the ship weren't dressed as nicely as Yeosang. Even if they were employees, they ought to be dressed nicer. The only reason they wouldn't be dressed in better clothes is if they were... You almost chuckled aloud at the thought. There's just no way... unless?

It was then that realization hit you.

"You're a pirate?" You gaped, jerking your hand away.

"Yes." He answered so casually it made you sick.

You began pacing frantically back and forth, trying to make sense of everything and wondering how you could be so stupid.

"You lied to me!" You pointed at him accusingly. "I thought you were a prince!"

"Technically, I didn't lie to you. You thought of that on your own. I never actually told you who I was. But thank you for the compliment."

"That's it, I'm leaving." You huffed, turning around to find that the gangplank had been raised and the ship was departing from the dock.

"You're trapping me here?"

"You're not trapped here. You live here now. I said I wanted to take you with me."

You watched as men hauled your suitcases across the deck.

"Hey, be careful with those!" You shouted.

"Just put those in my quarters." Yeosang ordered.

"Yes, captain." The men chorused.

"What am I supposed to do now?"

"Enjoy yourself. Explore." He answered simply.

"How am I supposed to do that? I don't know where anything is."

"How about a tour, then?" Yeosang gestured for you to follow him.

You didn't get a chance to answer as he walked ahead, moving down into the ship. You trailed behind him, looking around at the different hallways. He moved down the one to the right first.

"These are the crew's sleeping quarters here." He told you. "Ten rooms for ten crew members."

He turned around, moving past you and going to the next hallway which led to a rather large room.

"This is the galley where we all eat. The kitchen is right over there." He pointed. "We have three meals a day, though I'm not opposed to snacking throughout the day."

Yeosang's attitude was so amicable.

You were honestly kind of bothered by how nonchalant he was being, acting as if nothing was wrong. Not only that, but his polite demeanor was raising your suspicions.

He has to have some sort of angle. You thought. He wants something.

"I know what you're thinking, but the food here is actually good. It might not be as fancy as what you're used to having, but it's good."

"Food is food. I don't care if it's fancy or not."

"Ah. Good." Yeosang smiled. "Come this way."

He showed you the cargo hold, the sick bay, the forecastle deck where he steered the ship, and the quarterdeck.

"If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask. Whatever you want, it's yours." He told you.

He's being awfully nice.

He made his way to the main deck, stepping towards a set of doors. "And finally, this is our room."

"Our room?" You repeated. "Listen, I don't know what you think—"

Yeosang opened up the doors to his sleeping quarters, revealing two separate beds.

"Oh."

"You didn't think I was going to make you sleep in the same bed as me, did you?" He asked.

"No, of course not." You lied.

Yeosang could see right through you, but chose not to say anything.

"As you can see. Your bags are right by your bed. You're free to make yourself at home. I've got captain duties to tend to." He started to walk away, pausing momentarily. "Once again, if you need anything, just ask."

You simply nodded and stepped into the captain's quarters which you now shared with Yeosang. If you were going to be stuck on this ship, you might as well make yourself comfortable and get familiar with the place.

A large stained wood desk sat near a panel of windows facing the ocean at the backside of the ship. On the desk was a globe, books, maps, and mapping tools. A bookshelf was situated against one of the walls of the room. The shelves were lined with books, small statues, figures, and other antique items, ones you assumed Yeosang had stolen from people.

Both beds in the room were in good condition and neatly made. Beside each bed was a small wardrobe and a nightstand. Out of curiosity, you went to look inside Yeosang's closet, wondering what sort of dingy garments were inside. You were convinced he dressed up and made himself look like a prince just to fool you. Well, you were about to catch him. Grabbing hold of the handles, you pulled open the wardrobe, letting out an "Ah-ha!" thinking you had revealed a huge secret. Your form deflated as you saw multiple embellished coats similar to the one he was wearing that day. Closing the doors, you moved to the drawers, jerking them open only to find perfectly pressed pants and neatly folded white dress shirts.

Letting out a huff of disappointment, you stepped away, pacing around the room, your mind clouding with questions all surrounding Yeosang. Why did he take you? Why was he being so nice? Each one was answered with one solution: He wanted something from you.

If that were so, then why did he pay your father? A small fortune for a bigger one, perhaps.

Now that he has you, what is his goal? Sell you to someone else or just use you to brag to his other pirate friends?

The longer you thought about the whole ordeal, the more questions popped up and the less answers you had. Having enough, you left the room, stepping out on the main deck for some air and space. You were thankful for the commotion from the crew bustling about the deck, as it drowned out your endless thoughts.

You didn't know anyone on the ship besides Yeosang, therefore you had no one to talk to except him. So, you reluctantly moved up to the forecastle deck where Yeosang was standing at the helm steering the vessel.

"What did you think of the ship?" He asked.

"It's just an ordinary ship." You responded, staring out at the ocean, avoiding eye contact with him.

Knowing how upset you were, Yeosang didn't say anything, allowing you to stare out at the massive expanse of water.

Eventually, your eyes moved to the crew bustling about the main deck below working hard.

A man with short, black hair and ginormous muscles walked across the deck. His biceps stretched against the fabric of his short sleeved shirt as he lifted a crate, moving it elsewhere. The aura he carried was intimidating and had your instincts screaming at you to stay away.

"Who's that?" You found yourself asking aloud, your eyes following the large man.

"That's Wonho. He does most of the heavy lifting around here." Yeosang told you as he kept the wheel steady. "Don't let his appearance fool you. He's a really nice guy."

"Yeah, I'm sure he is." You responded somewhat sarcastically.

Yeosang already tricked you into thinking he was a prince, so there's no way you can truly believe what he says. For now, you'd steer clear of that Wonho guy.

Days passed and Yeosang continued to be nice and tried to get through to you. He would start up a conversation only for you to give him short answers. He was constantly letting you know that you could ask him for anything. You weren't sure why he was doing that.

Everything was really starting to get to you. The only person you had to talk to on this ship was Yeosang and you weren't exactly on speaking terms with him. In a way, you were completely alone.

"Are you okay?" You heard someone ask softly, pulling you from your negative and bleak thoughts.

Looking up, you saw the last person you expected to see—Wonho. His voice sounded so friendly.

It took you a moment to realize he was waiting for you to answer.

"Ah. Yes. I'm fine." You forced a smile.

"I mean no disrespect, but you don't seem fine."

Your smile faltered. Well, there was no use in lying.

"I'm not."

"What's wrong?" He questioned, taking a seat on a crate beside you.

"Everything."

"I'm not going to force you to talk about what's bothering you, but if you'd like to get it out, I'm more than willing to listen."

The entire time you've been on this ship, you've avoided Wonho because you thought he was terrifying, even after what Yeosang said. Now, you see that you were wrong... and Yeosang was right. Despite this being your first conversation with the very muscular man, you felt very comfortable, comfortable enough to open up a little.

"I guess I'm just feeling lonely. I don't really know anyone on this ship besides Yeosang."

"Well, you know me now." He smiled. "I'm Wonho, by the way."

You already knew his name, but pretended like you didn't, returning his friendly smile.

"I'm Y/n."

"I hear you're a princess. Is that true?"

"It is." You nodded.

"We don't really get princesses on this ship." He swung his legs back and forth. "I've never met one either."

You almost chuckled at how adorable he was, even for a large, beefy guy. He was definitely someone you could see yourself spending more time with—and you did.

Approximately a week and a half passed. You still weren't speaking much to Yeosang and were spending most of your time with Wonho since he was the only other person you were acquainted with on the ship.

Today, he offered to teach you how to do a few things that the crew normally does. You didn't have anything better to do and you'd been wanting to experience new things, so you agreed.

"Then, you wanna just give the rope a good tug." Wonho instructed.

You readjusted your hands, pulling on the rope, watching as the sail was hoisted.

"That's good. Keep going."

You took a few steps back, pulling on the rope, watching the sail lifting up higher. The feeling of your dress being tugged caught your attention, followed by a resounding ripping noise. You froze in place, glancing down to see a large portion of your dress had been torn off, the fabric stuck under the wheel of a cannon.

"Oh no."

You had expected to be staying in a castle, not on a ship, so the garments you packed weren't exactly ideal for pirate activities.

"Here. I'll tie the rope off." Wonho hurried over, taking it from you. "You can go change."

You muttered a small thank you, scurrying into the captain's quarters and started rummaging through the wardrobe by your bed. In the short amount of time you'd been on the ship, you decided to move your dresses from your suitcases and into the wardrobe. You'd also unpacked some of the personal items you brought with you in an attempt to make your little corner of the room feel more like home, if that was even possible.

You let out a sigh of frustration, closing the doors of the wardrobe. All you had were dresses and if you were going to be helping around the ship, dresses were not the thing to wear. You needed pants, which you didn't have.

As you scanned the room, your eyes landed on Yeosang's wardrobe on the opposite side of the space. The captain was currently in the galley still eating breakfast. Moving across the room, you opened Yeosang's wardrobe and began sifting through the shirts, grabbing the one that looked like it would fit the best. Finding pants was a bit harder.

You put on one of Yeosang's white dress shirts and managed to find a pair of trousers that somewhat fit, though you did have to use a scarf to tie around your waist. As for shoes, you'd been wearing a pair of flats which weren't practical in your current situation, but they were all you had. You had to admit, even though the clothes were a bit too big for you, they were comfortable, much more comfortable than those confining dresses you wore so often back at the castle.

With your new (and much more practical) outfit, you stepped back out onto the deck where Wonho was waiting for you.

"Wow." He commented when he saw you. "Are those the captain's clothes?"

"Yeah. I only packed dresses, so this was the next best thing."

"You look like a real pirate now." He chuckled.

As much as you disliked your current situation, you laughed along with him.

Yeosang stepped out onto the main deck feeling satisfied after his breakfast. He began moving towards the stairs to the forecastle deck when he spotted you. He wouldn't have given you a second glance had you been wearing your usual fancy dresses, but you weren't. In fact, it appeared that you were wearing his clothes. For some reason, that made his heart flutter a bit.

Wonho had just left to take care of some tasks around the ship when Yeosang approached you.

"Morning."

You spun around upon hearing his voice. "Morning." You responded, trying to act casual.

"Are those mine?" He gestured to your getup.

"Yeah. Sorry. My dress ripped. I didn't exactly pack for staying on a ship." You somewhat tried to get a dig at him for tricking you, but he seemed to brush it off immediately.

"That's fine. Next time we dock, I'll get you some pants."

You shouldn't have been surprised at how understanding he was, but you were. No matter how you treat him or how little you speak, he continues to be nice.

"Until then, you can wear my clothes any time you want. They look better on you, anyway." He commented as he stepped past you, going to the forecastle deck.

You didn't know why, but his words made your cheeks feel warm.

Wonho approached you excitedly, a bright smile on his face.

"Y/n, did you hear? We're gonna have a party." He said, his eyes gleaming.

"A party?"

"Yeah. We're gonna have it tomorrow night. There's gonna be drinking and dancing and lots of good food."

"I love dancing."

"Oh. It's not the type of ballroom dancing you're probably used to." He told you.

"Maybe you could teach me. I don't wanna be at this party unprepared."

Wonho's ears turned a light shade of pink at your suggestion, but he essentially agreed.

"There's not much to it." He told you. "Just link arms or hold hands and jump around in a circle."

You nodded, linking arms with Wonho as you followed his instructions. It wasn't long before you got the hang of it, laughing as you danced in a circle in the middle of the deck.

Yeosang watched from the forecastle deck as you and Wonho danced. His jaw unconsciously clenched and unclenched at the sight of the both of you laughing. He was jealous. He wished it were you and him laughing and dancing together. On the other hand, he was happy to see you smiling and genuinely having fun for the first time since you stepped foot on the ship.

He knew how upset you were with him. Though he told you the truth about not tricking you, you seemed to not believe him, which was fine. He was more than willing to wait for you to come around, but seeing you with someone else made him feel a tinge of jealousy. He had to remind himself that you weren't his and he had no reason to be feeling so jealous.

It was the night of the party and the cook on board had prepared quite the feast. Not only that, but there was a variety of alcohol to choose from.

The celebrations had just begun. Some of the crew mates started playing music by hitting the tops of barrels, stomping their feet, and using makeshift instruments.

Wonho was nice enough to get you something to drink after the party kicked off. You saw there was a bottle of wine, which is what you would normally drink at a party, either that or champagne which wasn't available on the ship, so you settled for the former.

"So, this is a pirate party, huh?" You asked, watching the crew bound around the deck.

"It sure is." Wonho beamed. "We don't have parties too often, so it's always really nice when we get to have these sorts of celebrations. Our cook always prepares the best food."

At the mention of food, you looked towards the spread of various dishes, most of them being finger foods. So far, the meals on the ship have been fairly good, so you were curious to try out what the cook had prepared for the party.

Wonho noticed you eyeing the spread.

"You wanna try some of it?"

You nodded, the two of you moving to the many plates laid out across a makeshift table made of barrels and plywood.

"I recommend this. They're really good." He pointed to one of the bite-sized finger foods.

You took the one he pointed to and gave it a taste, nodding in approval.

After giving a few of the foods a test taste, you went to stand at the railing of the ship to stare out at the ocean, the moon reflecting off the waves.

Cheering and singing pulled your attention away from the night scene. The crew had started chanting and singing sea shanties as they stood in a semicircle, watching two men from the crew dance.

"Hey, you wanna put that dancing practice to use?" Wonho asked you.

You turned to him with a smile, placing your glass down on a nearby barrel.

"I thought you'd never ask."

You and Wonho linked arms and joined the rest of the crew, bouncing around and stomping your feet on the wooden boards of the deck.

The party was so lively and nothing like you'd ever experienced before. It was so much better than the fancy and uptight get-togethers you had at the castle. The room was always filled with dull instrumental music and the low murmuring of the guests as they chatted quietly amongst themselves. Here, however, you heard laughing, singing, and music that actually made you want to get up and dance. The atmosphere was warm, inviting, and friendly.

"Where's Yeosang?" You found yourself asking, not seeing him amongst the crowd of pirates.

"Over there." Wonho gestured.

You turned your head in the direction he motioned to and spotted the captain seated on the steps to the forecastle deck, watching some of his crew dance.

"He was very excited about bringing you here." Wonho spoke up. "He told us how much fun he had at the ball and how the two of you talked about exploring. He wanted to make sure everything was neat and tidy for your arrival and told us to treat you well."

You felt immense guilt hit you square in the chest. Part of you felt flattered that he had done all this for you, but mostly what you felt was shame. He didn't trick you at all, he simply wanted to give you what you wanted, what you had always longed for.

"I think I'm going to go speak with him." You told Wonho.

Not knowing what was going on, he gave you a simple nod. "Maybe you can convince him to join the party."

"Yeah. Maybe." You forced a smile before walking off.

You approached him quietly, unsure of what to say first.

"Why aren't you enjoying the party?" You asked.

"I'm not one for stuff like this, but the guys enjoy it so I do it for them." He smiled softly as he looked at his crew bounding along the deck.

He paused, noticing you looking at him with a somewhat sad look.

"I'm sorry." He chuckled dryly. "Look at me not even participating in my own birthday party."

"Birthday?" You questioned, the guilt you already felt doubling. "I didn't realize."

You fell into silence for a moment. "I'm sorry. I wish I had something for you."

"That's alright. Presents aren't really my thing, anyway."

Your shoulders slumped slightly. "I'm sorry."

"Hey, it's alright. I never told you it was my birthday."

"No, I mean I'm sorry about the way I've been acting. I've been so harsh with you since I got on this ship. When I found out you were a pirate, I thought you just wanted me for my money or my title... most men do."

He let out a sound mixed between a huff and a laugh. "I suppose I can't blame you for thinking that."

"You should, though." You responded.

"But I don't. Y/n, that night at the ball you told me how much you wanted to explore. You told me you hardly ever go out and you've never left your town. I brought you here because I wanted you to get what you've always wanted. The night I returned from the ball, I couldn't stop thinking about our conversation. So, I made a plan to tell your father I wanted to bring you with me. Money often sways people, so I brought some with me in case he said no."

He did all of that? Your heart sank.

You hated that this is what it took for you to come to your senses. You enjoyed your time with him the night of the ball and you liked—like him a lot. But your whole attitude changed when you found out he was a pirate. That's hardly fair. His title shouldn't change how you feel about him.

"Yeosang, I'm so sorry." You slumped down at the foot of the steps. "We had such a good time that night, but as soon as I found out you were a pirate, I started treating you differently. I've heard of how pirates can be, so I thought you were tricking me and that this was a plan to get my family's money or—"

"Y/n." Yeosang cut you off, grabbing your attention. "It's okay."

Okay? Did he just say it was okay?

"What? No it isn't. You—you can't just forgive me like that."

"I can and I did." He responded calmly.

"Maybe we could start over." You suggested, wanting desperately to do something to further extend your apology. "Put all this behind us."

"I like that idea." He nodded with a smile.

That smile, while small, seemed to lift an immense weight off your shoulders.

"Do you maybe wanna join me for a dance? I've been practicing."

Yeosang's lips quirked upwards. "I'd love to."

With that, both of you got up and moved to the center of the deck, the crew watching their captain, surprised to see him join the crowd.

"You ready?" Yeosang asked, taking both of your hands.

"More than ready." You confirmed.

The music picked up and Yeosang started jumping around in a circle, you following immediately. Both your shoes hit the deck on time with the music, the crew cheering loudly for their captain. Melodic laughter spilled from Yeosang's lips as you danced, his eyes crinkling into crescents, which told you he was having a wonderful time.

You celebrated with the crew well into the early morning hours. Parties at the castle usually ended around midnight, sometimes 1 AM, but never later than that. It was truly the best night of your life.

After the night of the party, you felt a sense of peace you'd hadn't felt before. Not only that, but your attraction and admiration for Yeosang grew exponentially. Though you still spoke to Wonho, you now spent almost all of your time with the captain. You felt awful for treating him so badly, but starting over was exactly what you needed. You were able to actually enjoy your time on the ship, taking everything in and relishing in your newfound freedom. Like Yeosang promised, the next time they docked, he got you some proper clothes as well as a nice pair of boots to wear on the ship.

When you first arrived Yeosang had said, "Whatever you want, it's yours." You see now that he truly meant it. Any time you mentioned something you were craving or something you wished you had, he would say, "Do you want me to get it for you?"

Of course, you'd say no most of the time, but you found it endearing how willing he was to make you comfortable and accommodate your needs.

There was a thoughtful look on Yeosang's face as he steered the ship in an unknown direction, his lengthy blonde hair blowing in the sea breeze.

"I have a favor to ask." He spoke up.

"What is it?"

"I need you to stay in my quarters until I come get you."

"Why?" You questioned, curiously.

"Just please do it." He almost begged.

"Alright." You gave in, doing what he asked, going to his quarters and making yourself comfortable on your bed.

To pass the time, you see how many books you can count scattered about the space. Yeosang wasn't the best at cleaning up his messes, so there was a lot to count. Once all the books were counted, you switched to swords, then knickknacks.

Boredom eventually took over and you found yourself staring blankly at the ceiling, waiting for Yeosang to come get you.

A soft knock at the door pulled you from your daze, causing you to sit upright on the bed.

"Yeosang?"

"No, it's me." Wonho's gentle voice called out as he poked his head into the room.

"Yes?"

"Captain will be ready in a few minutes and requests that you dress up."

"Dress up?"

He nodded, looking like he was holding back a grin.

"Very well." You got up from your spot on the bed and began rummaging through your wardrobe, pulling out the nicest dress you packed. It was your favorite color and was very flattering on your figure.

It wasn't long after that Yeosang came knocking at the doors of the room.

"You ready?" He asked, softly, making sure not to poke his head into the room in case you were still changing.

"I am." You responded.

Upon emerging from the room, you saw you were no longer in the middle of the ocean. To your surprise, the ship had anchored near some sort of island.

"Wow." You heard Yeosang whisper under his breath.

"What?" You asked, turning to him.

"You look absolutely breathtaking."

The compliment had your cheeks feeling hot.

Yeosang offered you his hand which you gladly took. The two of you descended the gangplank that had been lowered and stepped onto a beach.

Though you wanted to ask questions, you stayed quiet and followed Yeosang along the seashore. After some time, you spotted a short trail of torches across the beach ahead that had your interested piqued.

Upon following the beacons of light, you were met with a small setup. A blanket lay on the sand surrounded by a few lanterns. On the blanket was a tray of fruit and two glasses of what you assumed was wine. The whole setup looked very romantic and had you feeling like you might cry. Yeosang beckoned you over to the blanket where you both took a seat.

"Where are we?" You finally asked.

"I thought you'd recognize it from the photo."

That's when it all clicked.

Your eyes widened as you took in the view. How could you not notice? It was the island. The one your mother went to all those years ago.

"Yeosang..." Your voice came out just barely above a whisper.

You were so touched you could hardly find the words to say to him to truly convey how this made you feel. So instead, you grabbed him and pulled him into the tightest hug you could give.

"Thank you." You murmured, your voice trembling as tears threatened to spill.

One of Yeosang's hands came up to stroke your hair. "You're welcome."

When you finally pulled away, he gave you a soft smile. You were feeling so many emotions in the moment, the strongest being adoration for the pirate captain who came in and swept you off your feet. You didn't have a chance to stop the next words that came out of your mouth.

"Can I kiss you?"

Yeosang's brows raised slightly at your sudden request, his expression softening afterwards.

"Yes you can."

His hand moved to cup your cheek as you leaned in, both your lips colliding. Since you never bothered to date anyone, you'd never kissed anyone... until now, that is, and it was nothing like you'd imagined, in fact, it was even better.

Your fingers moved to tangle themselves in Yeosang's long hair, gripping at the lengthy strands at the back of his neck. His free hand rested on your hip, squeezing lightly every now and then as his lips moved rhythmically against yours, sending a wave of warmth through your entire body. His head tilted slightly and deepened the kiss, making you feel lightheaded. This man really knew what he was doing.

A brief silence settled over the both of you when you parted ways, the only sounds being heard were the waves crashing against the shore and your short breaths.

"Wow." You breathed.

"Yeah. Wow. Have you done that before?"

"No."

Yeosang let out a chortle. "That's hard to believe. Are you sure you haven't kissed any princes?"

"No." You chuckled. "Just a pirate."

"Well, I'd love to sit here and kiss you all evening, but I prepared all this and I'd hate for it to go to waste." Yeosang gestured to the wine and fruit.

"Ah. Right." You reached for a glass.

"Should we have a toast?" He asked.

"Sure. What should we toast to?"

"New beginnings."

"To new beginnings." You lightly clinked your glass with his, taking a sip of the wine.

"Oh." Yeosang reached for a strawberry, holding it out to you. "I picked these up from the last town so they're fresh. You should try one."

You reached for the fruit only for him to pull it away.

"Ah." He said, opening his mouth, gesturing for you to do the same.

You shyly leaned forward and allowed Yeosang to feed you the strawberry.

"Oh." You covered your mouth as you chewed. "You're right."

After enjoying some of the fruit, you leaned over on Yeosang's shoulder watching the waves, a sense of peace and contentment washing over you.

"This was the plan all along, you know." Yeosang spoke up, suddenly.

"What? To win me over?"

"No. To bring you here."

Your heart softened a bit more hearing that.

"So, if you'd like to go back home you can. I'll take you back." He added. "Just say the word."

You lifted your head from his shoulder and made a face at him, taking offense at the offer.

"Are you kidding me? I've already had a taste of the pirate life. There's no way I'm going back."

Yeosang couldn't help but smile.

"I was hoping you'd say that."

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mothpawbs · 2 years ago

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more royal dragons, this time the ones from arc 2/3! these were really fun, and the previous designs helped me get comfortable with more detailed jewelry designs, so these are a bit more extravagant.

design notes under the cut!

RUBY: i didn't realize how young she really is when i read escaping peril the first time, i thought she was in her mid-twenties at least but apparently she's only 12/17? wild. anyways i made her ruby red with some orange accents to point to tourmaline. her tiara is meant to look like laurels, studded with rubies, and the gems on her brows and wings are citrine.

GLORY: i already had a design for her, i just touched it up a bit here. she's very pretty, but her scales are notably duller than my other rainwing designs. she has pouches she wears around her neck because she likes to be prepared and is trying to connect more to her culture. at least one of those pockets has snacks for silver. the flower on her ear is a plumeria india, one of my favorite flowers.

THORN: easily my favorite design in the set, oh my god i love how she came out. she has the same colors as my sunny design but desaturated, and almost the same markings. her jewelry is mostly gold with onyx and lapis lazuli insets. the design for the eye of onyx is inspired by @dragonsndoodles's design, which looks absolutely gorgeous and way more elegant than the graphic novel version.

SNOWFALL: i think i made her too round and soft-looking? idk i think she's cute though. i definitely had to get those pale sunset colors in there, and she has similar colors/markings to glacier. the tiara is one she found in the treasury after the racism crown™ was destroyed, and the shawl was a gift from luna as a thanks for helping her tribe. silk doesn't help much against the cold, but it sure is pretty.

WASP: SCARY BITCH. i had to mess with her colors a lot, i wanted to make her kinda greenish with red accents but it just was NOT working. i do like where i ended up though. i don't know that she would wear much jewelry, probably more armor than anything else, but i wanted to do hivewing jewelry so here we are. the neck piece was really fun to design. these are steel and gold with amber and peridot accents, and the cape is silk with gold embroidery. i have this headcanon of her having breath of evil growing out of her like a cordyceps fungus, and she uses the cape to cover the tendrils on her back.

SEQUOIA: ooo she was a challenge, i'm not great at designs with a lot of green or a lot of dark colors so she was fun. her colors are inspired by @daily-wof-designs, and the brown tones were pulled from pictures of giant sequoias. she wears braided leather straps hung with aquamarine, and the scarf might be silk? or some kind of natural fiber? i'm not sure. but it has leaf designs and is probably batik dyed (which is super cool btw look it up)

#digital art #mag art #wof #wings of fire #queen ruby #queen glory #queen thorn #queen snowfall #queen wasp #queen sequoia #skywing #rainwing #sandwing #icewing #hivewing #leafwing #royalty #character design

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echantedtoon · 5 months ago

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No Good Deed Goes Unpunished Ch1 Premise

Elegance, grace, and beauty. That is what made up someone's worth where she was from. But perhaps it was her kindness that was the downfall of her life. After all no good deed goes unpunished.

(Warnings for yandere themes, mentioned entertainment district and spicy stuff but it will STAY sfw, Kid's in cannon killing streak and violence, maybe some cussing, and kidnapping.

Tagging @punks-never-die205 @feiatjjk

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I apologize if I write Kid or his crew OOC in this. I only wrote for Kid like one other time. Also apologies for the inaccuracy of anything. I'll research everything in One Piece as accurately as possible. I'm only planning on this to have four parts so bare with me.)

The waves crashed against the solid wood of the nightmare that tainted the seas with its blight. The dull voyage towards it's next destination undisclosed to the masses until it was too late. Until the cries of the victims dammed to endure the blight's upcoming wrath soared throughout the heavens. The air impure of the smoke from hellfire that ravaged the land and homes of the peaceful innocents that could flee in terror and watch in ever growing shock and fear as the Red Devil laughed his cries of mania.

'Pillage. Plunder. Take. Leave not even a penny of value behind.'

That was the unspoken code for his existence and by extension the very existence of his hellish crew. Each one as deadly and hellish as their Red Devil of a leader however no one could compare to the wrath of the leader himself. That's why he was feared far more than the trickling members who followed him into battle.

'Take what you want. Dam anyone else who stands in the way. We are the best of the worst generation.'

The faint scent of smoke still festered from the clothes on their backs from the latest of the hellborns' victims. Consuming everything in their path that wasn't stolen or rescued from their grasp by the few lucky victims that managed to get away from the scorching flames and weapons the devil's wielded. For those who survived lived to tell the newest horror stories of the blight.

The blight known around the world as the Victoria Punk.

A ship lead by the devil captain and his band of murderers and thieves. Thousands of lives changed forever for the worst by a single vessel.

The vessel carried on into the night. The wind pushing it towards the closest destination to endure their presence. The sour wind was filled with the cheers of the victorious thieves celebrating their latest tragedy. The decks filled with the thundering of footsteps and murmuring of excited voices as they all exchanged words and passed around the rewards of their disaster.

THUD!

The murmuring was short lived when a large wooden chest was just dropped in the middle of the deck at the feet of two large boots. Two laughing men eagerly grabbing at the top to pry it open for the mostly blank face of the one who watched them. After all-

Everyone knows that the Captain has first pick of the best plunder.

A metallic sound was heard as a lock snapped. Wood creaked as the top was pried open. And moonlight glowed from silver to gold. Ah. A wondrous abundance it was. The sight of gold bedazzled in the moonlight was always a sight to behold. Never got old. A gasp of awe passed around the deck at the sight of cold and countless gems. Scattered greens and reds signalled the presence of rubies and emeralds while the clear ones told them that diamonds were in the mix. As much as greedy hands wanted to nab the precious loot, the unspoken code that the Captain would happily toss whoever dared defy him into the ocean for a swim.

So all watched in bated breathes as footsteps approached the chest with a frown.

The glittery gold shining off from the moonlit gold. In their glitter the many reflections of Amber eyes as they leaned down to gaze upon the shimmer and shine. From the chest a single jewelry was taken. A gold chained necklace swayed from where a finger and thumb gripped it's base. A single large pink spinel gem sparkled and swayed, reflected in the amber pupil that brought it close to inspect it's sparkle. Eyes narrowed looking as it swayed almost hypnotically.. before red lips split in a wide grin.

"Heh. And to think they were planning on using this to fund that new little marine base. They should've known better than to try and build that in the same area as pirates!" A bout of loud laughter filled the air from the crew. The necklace tossed to the side into the lucky excited hands of a greedy pirate. "I think we earnt ourselves a little reward after this."

"Whaddya mean by that, Kid?"

The secondary voice was calm and collected despite the amount of blood that spilt from the killer's hands just a mere few hours ago. The name being ironic of his deeds. Despite the calm demeanor by the curious tilt of his head one could tell he was curious as to what the red headed captain was thinking of.

The fearsome man of blood red hair turned to him with that sadistically pleased grin of his. "I'm talking about where we're currently positioned, Killer." His brow raised. "If we set sail for the Flower Capital right this second, about when we'll get there?"

The blonde masked man him in a clear tone of thought, calculating carefully before the tilted head turned back up. "If the winds keep going like this and we go now, then we should get there either around sundown or nightfall tomorrow. But why would we set sail for there?"

"Ain't it obvious, Kil? I think you deserve a reward for the hard work we all put in! Don't you agree?" A flurry of agreement from the jeerers was immediately as an arm raised pointing out a specific direction. "Turn the ship northwest and set full speed ahead. IM TAKING YOU LUCKY BASTARDS TO THE ENTERTAINMENT DISTRICT!"

An uproar was immediate. The promise of women, booze, and women was bestowed upon them all. A pair of men in the cheering crowd even embracing each other in the excitement.

"Is that a wise choice, Kid?," the blonde man asked slowly crossing his arms and looking at the smiling Captain. "That place is more corrupt than some waters of the sea, and crime runs rampant."

"Sounds like my kind of place."

"What I'm trying to say is maybe we shouldn't ask for more trouble after destroying the makings of a marine base," he explained calmly, "That place is full of criminals and I heard you're not even allowed to live there unless you got money or you're in service to some rich prick. Your bounty might draw some crazy out of the woodworks desperate for cash."

A broad arm was slung over his shoulders and the blonde knew that it was pointless to argue right that second. "Then we got nothin' to worry about. We got the funds, and if we need more we'll just gladly take some of the graciously donated 'funds' from those rich fucks. If anyone tries to get in our way ... We'll our night might be a little more fun is all. Plus I have three good things that's gonna convince you otherwise."

"*sigh* And those would be?"

"Booze, food, and women." He held up three fingers as he lifted off the subjects of convincing.

Despite the mask he could see the convinced look that Killer had before he sighed once more. "Fine but let me just say now that I told you so if something goes wrong."

"Keyword, Kil. IF it goes wrong. Which it-"

"Don't finish that sentence and jinx yourself."

Despite the warning of the longtime trusted friend, the Captain did nothing but pat the faithful companion on the back before turning his attention back towards the chest that still laid bare and untouched, as everyone knew the rules in place by authority and hierarchy of the ship. The sweet jingling of coins against jewelry and gemstone sounded out as his hands dipped down into the board and threatened to spill onto the deck as they slipped between his fingers from hands pulled back. After all the Captain ALWAYS gets best pick of the spoils.

"To the victor goes the spoils."

#one piece #no good deed goes unpunished #one piece eustass #eustass kid #eustasscaptainkid #eustass kid x reader #eustass x reader #eustass kid x you #eustass kid x y/n #eustass captain kidd #yandere eustass kid

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shiorihyugawrites · 3 months ago

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Diamond Of The First Water

In the aftermath of war, Paradis finds itself in need of powerful alliances. When Emperor Armand of Valoria offers his military aid in exchange for the hand of his daughter, Princess Solina, in marriage, Captain Levi Ackerman is thrust into an engagement that begins as a political strategy but soon becomes something much deeper.

Princess Solina, sheltered from the world and unaware of the realities of love and war, finds herself drawn to Levi—the man known as Humanity’s Strongest Soldier. As they navigate royal customs, public expectations, and the growing threat of Marley, the bond between them deepens into a genuine connection.

But neither Solina nor Levi are prepared for the challenges of a political marriage, the weight of intimacy, and the secrets that lie beneath the surface. As Solina enters a new life with Levi, her naivety is tested, and Levi faces a battle unlike any he’s fought before—the fight to protect his heart.

Can their love flourish in the midst of war, duty, and danger? Or will the forces conspiring against them tear them apart before they can find peace? (Levi x OC)

Chapter Twenty One

The grand tea banquet hall was filled with laughter, the soft clinking of porcelain cups, and the warm, delicate scent of fresh pastries and fine teas from across the Valorian Empire. Noblewomen from all around the kingdom were dressed in their finest attire, each lady adorned in exquisite gowns, glittering jewelry, and delicate lace. Today was a day for elegance, poise, and tradition—a day to celebrate Princess Solina before she embarked on her new life as the wife of Captain Levi and future ambassador to Paradis.

At the head of the gathering sat Solina, her cheeks slightly flushed with a mixture of excitement and nerves. She wore a beautiful dress of soft pastel hues, her red hair styled in elegant waves that cascaded over her shoulders. Beside her, her mother, Lady Solana, radiated pride and happiness, her emerald green gown mirroring the vibrant color of her eyes. Solina’s younger sisters, Soleil and Solenne, giggled beside her, already immersed in the excitement of the day. They were joined by the other consorts and Solina’s half-sisters: the soft-spoken Gracelyn, the vivacious Ruby, the poised Opal, and the graceful Ivoria.

As the noblewomen mingled and sipped their tea, Solina graciously accepted a series of gifts presented by her family and close friends. Each gift was thoughtful, each sentiment heartfelt, and the room was filled with admiration for the beloved princess who would soon be leaving to start a new life.

But, despite the festivity, there was a tension lingering beneath the surface, one that Solina couldn’t ignore. Dimaria, her half-sister from Lady Darcy’s side, sat across the table, her expression unreadable but her eyes sharp. She offered backhanded compliments throughout the afternoon, thinly veiled beneath a tone of feigned sweetness.

“Oh, Sister,” Dimaria said, raising her cup to her lips with a smirk, “you must be so excited. Leaving Valoria to live on an island—how… quaint. I imagine you’ll miss the comforts of home terribly. But I’m sure it’s a fitting place for a Diamond, to be hidden away, yes?”

Solina’s smile faltered, but she maintained her composure, replying as gracefully as possible. “Paradis is very different, yes, but I look forward to learning from its people and becoming a part of their world. I’m grateful for the opportunity.”

Lady Darcy, seated nearby, exchanged a glance with Dimaria and made no move to curb her daughter’s attitude. Instead, she leaned forward, her tone cool and aloof. “Oh, indeed, it’s quite the journey you’re undertaking. I do hope Captain Levi is… accommodating to such a delicate flower as yourself. It would be such a pity if things didn’t work out as planned.”

Lady Solana, having heard enough, set her cup down with a soft but audible clink. Her voice was calm but held an edge that hinted at years of restrained tension. “Enough with your snide remarks, Dimaria. It’s unbecoming of you to speak to your sister this way, especially on a day meant to celebrate her.”

Dimaria’s eyes narrowed, and she straightened her shoulders, her voice dripping with false innocence. “Why, I’m merely showing concern, Lady Solana. Surely it’s understandable to worry about Solina’s adjustment to such a… different lifestyle. She is, after all, the Diamond. I would hate to see her brilliance tarnished by such a… rough place.”

Lady Solana’s patience finally snapped, and she fixed Dimaria with a cold, piercing gaze. “You jealous, spiteful child,” she spat, her voice cutting through the polite chatter around the table. The room fell silent, all eyes turning to the two women. “You’ve been nothing but bitter since the day you realized Solina was chosen as the Diamond of Valoria. And it’s no wonder why you weren’t chosen—you lack the kindness, the grace, and the selflessness that title demands.”

Dimaria’s face turned red with anger, and Lady Darcy’s expression darkened as she stood from her seat, her voice a low hiss. “How dare you speak to my daughter that way, Solana! Who do you think you are?”

Lady Solana rose to her feet as well, her expression unwavering, her gaze hard and unyielding. “I am Solina’s mother, and I will not tolerate your daughter belittling mine on what is supposed to be a joyous occasion. You and your spiteful daughter have been nothing but poison to this family, constantly undermining Solina and spreading bitterness wherever you go.”

Lady Darcy took a step closer, her eyes flashing with fury. “You always think you’re so high and mighty, don’t you, Solana? Just because you bore the Emperor’s heir doesn’t make you better than the rest of us. You’re nothing more than a self-righteous fool.”

The tension in the room was palpable, the other noblewomen glancing nervously at one another, unsure of how to react. Solina felt her cheeks burning with embarrassment and frustration. This was supposed to be a happy day, a day of celebration, and yet here were her mother and Lady Darcy, locked in a fierce standoff, their bitterness spilling over into the one moment that was meant to be hers.

“Mother,” Solina said softly, placing a gentle hand on Lady Solana’s arm, hoping to diffuse the situation. “Please, let’s not… let’s not let this ruin the day.”

But Lady Darcy was not done. She turned her gaze on Solina, her voice dripping with contempt. “It’s a pity, really, that the Diamond is so… sensitive. One would think a true Diamond could handle a bit of criticism without wilting.”

Solina’s heart sank, but before she could respond, Lady Solana’s voice cut through the air like a blade. “Enough, Darcy. If you have nothing but venom to contribute, then perhaps you should leave. Solina deserves to be surrounded by those who genuinely wish her well, not by envious, bitter souls who can’t stand to see her shine.”

Lady Darcy’s eyes flashed with anger, and for a moment, it looked as though she might lash out. But instead, she gave a haughty sniff, turning on her heel. “Come, Dimaria. Clearly, we’re not wanted here.”

Dimaria cast one last, withering look at Solina before rising from her seat, following her mother out of the room with a defiant tilt to her chin. The tension lingered in the air even after they had gone, the other women shifting uncomfortably in their seats.

Lady Solana sighed, her shoulders relaxing as she turned to Solina, her expression softening. “I’m sorry, my dear,” she murmured, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind Solina’s ear. “I didn’t want this to happen on your special day.”

Solina forced a small smile, though the sting of her half-sister’s and Lady Darcy’s words still lingered. “It’s all right, Mother. I… I suppose I’ve grown used to it.”

Soleil, who had been silent throughout the exchange, suddenly reached over and took Solina’s hand, squeezing it tightly. “Don’t listen to them, Solina. You’re the Diamond because you deserve to be. And we’re all so proud of you.”

Ivoria nodded, her gaze warm and supportive. “They can say whatever they want, but we know who you truly are, Solina. And so does Levi. That’s what matters.”

A soft murmur of agreement rippled through the room, and Solina felt her spirits lifting, a sense of reassurance filling her heart. She looked around at the women gathered around her— her mother, her sisters, the other consorts, the friends who truly cared for her—and a genuine smile spread across her face.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude. “Thank you all. I’m so lucky to have each of you by my side.”

The tension melted away, and the atmosphere gradually returned to one of warmth and celebration. Lady Solana raised her teacup, smiling at her daughter. “To Princess Solina,” she announced, her voice ringing with pride. “May her new journey bring her happiness, strength, and all the love she deserves.”

The women around the table raised their cups, echoing Lady Solana’s toast, their voices filled with warmth and affection.

“To Princess Solina!”

As they sipped their tea, Solina felt a renewed sense of confidence and peace settle over her. Whatever challenges lay ahead, whatever bitterness Dimaria and Lady Darcy might harbor, she knew she had the support of those who truly mattered. And with Levi by her side, she felt ready to face the future, knowing that she would never be alone.

…

After Lady Darcy and Dimaria’s abrupt departure, a gentle but collective sigh of relief rippled through the room. The tension seemed to lift immediately, like a heavy fog dissipating under the warmth of the sun. Lady Blair leaned back in her chair, her eyes twinkling with a blend of amusement and exasperation as she took a careful sip of her tea.

“Well,” she murmured, setting her cup down with a gentle clink. “I think that might be the first tea I’ve had to sip through gritted teeth. It’s a miracle it didn’t shatter in my hands.”

Lady Madeline, typically reserved and private, gave an uncharacteristic chuckle. “It’s truly impressive how Darcy and her daughter manage to sour even the sweetest moments,” she remarked dryly, glancing over at Solina with a soft, sympathetic look. “You shouldn’t have had to endure that, Solina. This day is about celebrating you, not enduring petty barbs.”

Solina smiled shyly, grateful for the support of her family, though the weight of Lady Darcy’s and Dimaria’s words still lingered slightly. Lady Solana reached over and patted her hand, offering a warm, motherly smile that melted some of the tension from Solina’s shoulders.

“Thank you, both of you,” Solina said softly, looking from Lady Blair to Lady Madeline. “It… it hurt to hear them speak that way, but… I suppose it’s something I’ve grown accustomed to. I just wish it didn’t have to be this way.”

“None of us wanted it to be this way,” Lady Solana sighed, her tone filled with a resigned frustration. “But Darcy has always been… difficult. She and I were close once, when we first came to the palace. She was like a sister to me. We went through everything together—adjusting to court life, the constant scrutiny, even our pregnancies.” She shook her head sadly. “But then Solomon was born first, and suddenly everything changed. She saw it as a betrayal, as though I’d somehow conspired to place Solomon before James in the line of succession. It’s as though she can’t accept that life sometimes unfolds in ways beyond our control.”

Lady Blair scoffed, her voice laced with a rare edge. “Darcy has always been one to harbor grievances over things that were never meant to be in anyone’s control. She’s ambitious, yes, but it’s poisoned her heart. And now, that bitterness has spread to Dimaria.” She shook her head, glancing toward the doorway through which the mother and daughter had departed. “I still remember when Dimaria and Solina were little girls, thick as thieves. They were practically inseparable.”

Solina nodded, a wistful smile tugging at her lips. “We used to spend hours in the gardens together, playing hide-and-seek, making crowns out of daisies. I thought of her as a sister. I never imagined she would one day… resent me.”

Lady Madeline looked thoughtfully at Solina, her usually reserved face softened with empathy. “Puberty brought out the worst in her, I’m afraid,” she murmured. “I remember Darcy whispering to me once, saying that she hoped Dimaria would become the Diamond, to ‘restore balance’ after Solomon was named heir. It’s as though she thought Solina and Solomon both bore some fault for being chosen.”

Lady Solana sighed, her fingers drumming thoughtfully on the table. “I had hoped Darcy would come to see reason over the years, that she would put her children’s happiness above her own desire for status. But her ambitions have only grown, and they’ve twisted her—and Dimaria, too. All that jealousy and resentment has seeped into her daughter. It’s like a poison that’s infected them both.”

Lady Blair’s face tightened with sympathy as she glanced at Solina. “You know, my dear, that you should never take Dimaria’s words to heart. Her barbs come from a place of deep insecurity. She’s had her mother feeding her tales of entitlement and superiority for years, convincing her that she was meant to be the Diamond, that you somehow stole that from her. But you and I both know that the title of Diamond isn’t about status or beauty alone—it’s about grace, kindness, and resilience, qualities that Darcy never saw fit to instill in her daughter.”

Solina managed a grateful smile, though her fingers fidgeted with her teacup. “It’s comforting to hear that, but it’s… it’s still difficult. I didn’t choose this title. I didn’t even want it at first. But I’ve come to accept it, to try and live up to the expectations that come with it. I just wish they could see that I never meant any harm. I just want to be a good sister.”

Lady Madeline reached over, giving Solina’s hand a gentle squeeze. “You’ve already proven yourself as a sister, as a daughter, and as the Diamond. Anyone who cannot see your worth is simply choosing not to. Darcy’s vision is clouded by her own ambition, and she’s infected Dimaria with the same poison. But you—” Madeline smiled warmly, pride evident in her gaze, “you have blossomed into a woman who embodies everything this family, and this kingdom, should be proud of.”

Lady Solana looked between her daughter and her friends, her eyes shining with gratitude and pride. “We’re here for you, Solina,” she said softly. “Blair, Madeline, and I have always supported each other, and we’ve raised our children to love one another, despite the challenges. It’s only Darcy who refuses to find harmony with us. But no matter what, we will stand by you, and so will your siblings—Soleil, Solomon, and even James. You have a family that loves you, and that is far more powerful than Darcy’s bitterness.”

Lady Blair raised her teacup in a small, encouraging gesture. “To Solina,” she said, her voice warm and filled with conviction. “May she continue to be the light that guides this family, and may she find joy and love in her new life with Captain Levi.”

The other ladies lifted their teacups, echoing Lady Blair’s sentiment with quiet strength. “To Solina.”

As they all sipped their tea, Solina felt a newfound confidence bloom within her, nourished by the unwavering support of her family. She knew that she was loved, that she was surrounded by those who believed in her, who would protect her no matter the trials ahead. The sting of Dimaria’s and Lady Darcy’s words began to fade, replaced by the warmth of the bonds she shared with these women.

Lady Madeline, ever perceptive, watched Solina with a gentle smile. “And as for Captain Levi,” she said, her voice softer, “he will see in you the qualities we all see, if he hasn’t already. A marriage founded on respect, kindness, and love will be far stronger than anything Darcy and Dimaria could ever tear down. You are on a path toward a future filled with promise, Solina. Hold on to that.”

Solina nodded, her cheeks flushed with a mix of embarrassment and happiness at Madeline’s words. “Thank you, Lady Madeline. I… I truly appreciate your wisdom. I feel ready for this, truly.” She glanced around at the smiling faces of her mother and the other consorts, taking a deep breath as a sense of peace washed over her.

As the afternoon continued, the air filled with laughter once again, the three older women sharing memories of their early days in the palace, stories of their children, and even a few lighthearted jokes at each other’s expense. Solina found herself relaxing, the earlier tension forgotten as she laughed along with them, grateful for these moments of genuine family connection.

In her heart, Solina knew that this support, this love, was all she needed to face whatever challenges lay ahead. The path may not be easy, but with Levi by her side and her family behind her, she was ready to step forward as Valoria’s Diamond and as Levi’s wife, with strength and grace.

…

Meanwhile as Lady Darcy and Princess Dimaria entered the lavishly adorned Lily House, the tension between them hung thick in the air. Lady Darcy’s face remained impassive, her mind swirling with thoughts of the Emperor’s recent warnings. She knew better than to test his patience further, especially after their recent confrontation. Her position was precarious enough; to jeopardize it by aligning herself with the Marleyans or by openly sabotaging Solina would be akin to courting disaster. No, Lady Darcy would not risk her standing in the imperial family any further.

But Dimaria… Dimaria had never been one to adhere to subtlety or patience. Watching her mother’s apparent resignation only fueled her resentment more. She wanted to hurt Solina, to wipe that blissful smile off her face and tear down the picture-perfect image that everyone held of her half-sister. The more she saw Solina cherished, adored, and now on the brink of a happy marriage, the deeper Dimaria’s jealousy sank, darkening her thoughts.

As they walked through the corridors, the glittering chandeliers and tapestries of Lily House casting a warm glow on their path, Dimaria kept her expression carefully neutral until they reached her chambers. She could barely contain her simmering resentment as she closed the door behind her mother and sank onto one of the luxurious chaise lounges.

Lady Darcy regarded her daughter with a weary look. “Whatever you’re plotting, Dimaria, I advise you to exercise caution. Your father is not a fool. If he suspects even a hint of foul play from us, he won’t hesitate to put you in your place.”

Dimaria scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Oh, Mother, please. You may be content to let Solina walk all over you, but I’m not. She’s stolen everything that should have been mine—her title, her happy engagement, and now this adoring attention from everyone around her. I won’t sit idly by while she gets everything handed to her on a silver platter.”

Lady Darcy sighed, her tone icy. “And what do you intend to do? Whatever you’re thinking, it cannot be connected back to us. I’m already walking a fine line with the Emperor. One misstep, and we could lose everything.”

A sly smirk crossed Dimaria’s lips as she considered her plan. “I assure you, Mother, I’ll keep our family name safe. But Solina is in for a rude awakening. Levi might seem like the perfect, loyal fiancé, but he’s still a man. All men have their weaknesses.”

Lady Darcy’s brow furrowed in cautious interest. “What exactly are you planning, Dimaria?”

Dimaria leaned forward, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. “I overheard one of the maids talking about a surprise bachelor party for Captain Levi tonight. Apparently, his dear friends from Paradis and James, Solomon, and Gale are planning the event.”

Lady Darcy’s eyes narrowed with intrigue. “A bachelor party? Go on.”

“Levi may be captivated by Solina now, but that can change. I’ll arrange for a few… distractions to show up at his little celebration. A few dancers, perhaps some women from the brothels nearby, something to catch his attention. Men can be quite predictable when faced with temptation.” Her lips twisted into a cold smile. “And then, I’ll ensure that Solina sees it all. I’ll have her go there, innocent and trusting, only to witness Levi surrounded by women throwing themselves at him.”

Lady Darcy’s eyes widened, and she looked at her daughter, both impressed and alarmed. “Dimaria… that is a dangerous game you’re playing. If it backfires—”

“Then it will be on him,” Dimaria interrupted smoothly. “All I’m doing is arranging for a bit of entertainment. If he’s truly devoted to Solina, he’ll behave himself, won’t he?” She let out a mocking laugh. “But if he’s like most men, Solina will see the truth of what she’s marrying into. Either way, she’ll be hurt.”

Lady Darcy regarded her daughter thoughtfully, a part of her recognizing the recklessness of the scheme but also understanding the deeper roots of Dimaria’s resentment. She’d cultivated Dimaria’s ambition, encouraged her dreams of rising above, and fueled her desire to be noticed. And now, Dimaria was acting out the same bitterness and jealousy that had been planted within her since childhood.

“What if Solina sees through it?” Lady Darcy cautioned. “She may be naive, but she’s not entirely oblivious.”

Dimaria gave a dismissive wave. “She’s too infatuated to see reason. I’ll make sure that her doubts are strong enough to cast a shadow over her marriage before it even begins. I’ll have the maid deliver a message to her during the party, something vague but concerning, enough to make her think something’s wrong. By the time she arrives, the scene will be set. She’ll see Levi in the company of other women, and her heart will shatter.”

Lady Darcy’s lips curved in a half-smile, though her eyes held a hint of caution. “Very well. But tread carefully, Dimaria. If anyone suspects you, especially the Emperor, we’ll both suffer the consequences.”

Dimaria’s eyes sparkled with a mixture of glee and malice. “Don’t worry, Mother. I’ve thought this through. By the end of tonight, Solina’s perfect little fairy tale will begin to unravel.”

With a satisfied smile, she rang a small bell, summoning one of her trusted maids. A young woman entered, bowing respectfully, and Dimaria immediately launched into her instructions. She spoke in a hushed tone, outlining the details with precision, her voice carrying a strange delight as she described each aspect of her scheme.

The maid listened attentively, her eyes widening slightly as she realized the nature of Dimaria’s plan. But years of serving in the Lily House had taught her not to question orders, especially from someone as ambitious as Princess Dimaria. When Dimaria finished, the maid nodded, curtsying before leaving the room to carry out her instructions.

Once the maid had gone, Dimaria reclined on the chaise, her fingers tapping lightly on the armrest as she envisioned the chaos her plan would unleash. She could already picture the look of devastation on Solina’s face, the heartbreak in her eyes as she witnessed Levi surrounded by women vying for his attention. Dimaria’s smile widened.

Lady Darcy, though still cautious, allowed herself a small smile of approval. “Perhaps this will finally remind Solina that she isn’t invincible. She needs to be humbled.”

Dimaria’s gaze sharpened, a glint of satisfaction in her eyes. “Oh, she will be humbled, Mother. By the time I’m finished, she’ll understand exactly what it’s like to lose something she cherishes.”

They shared a knowing look, the animosity they both held toward the Rose House uniting them in this malicious endeavor. And while Lady Darcy still held a hint of hesitation, she couldn’t deny the twisted satisfaction that came from imagining Solina’s heartache.

For now, Dimaria’s plan was set in motion, and all they had to do was wait. The wheels of their scheme turned with silent anticipation, each step leading toward a night that promised to shatter Solina’s illusions. Dimaria’s heart raced with anticipation, savoring the moment when her sister’s happiness would begin to crumble.

And with one final, triumphant smile, she reclined back, content to watch her scheme play out from the shadows, relishing the thought of Solina’s perfect world collapsing, one carefully crafted piece at a time.

…

In the royal training grounds, Levi struck the training dummy with focused precision, each blow more intense than the last, he allowed himself to lose track of time. The rhythmic, repetitive motion of his strikes grounded him, allowing his thoughts to wander without losing his edge. Each swing helped to release a bit of the tension that had built up within him over the last few days, a mixture of anticipation and something close to excitement. In less than 48 hours, Princess Solina would officially become his wife, a fact that both surprised and moved him.

The thought brought a rare smile to his lips, hidden by the concentration etched across his face as he focused on his practice. He could hardly believe it himself—that he, Levi Ackerman, humanity’s strongest soldier, a man hardened by years of battle and loss, could feel this strange sense of happiness at the prospect of marriage. And not just any marriage, but a union with someone as genuinely kind and selfless as Solina. She was unlike anyone he had ever known, and he was slowly realizing that he was looking forward to this life they were about to start together. The thought of protecting her, being there for her, supporting her... it stirred something in him that he hadn’t felt in a long time.

Just then, the sound of laughter and footsteps interrupted his thoughts. Turning, he saw Hange, Jean, and Armin approaching him, and alongside them were Solomon, James, and Gale, Solina’s brothers. Levi had come to appreciate the presence of his future brothers-in-law, finding in them a camaraderie he rarely associated with royalty. They were different, less pretentious than most nobles he’d met, more grounded and approachable. Of course, that respect did not extend to everyone in Solina’s family—Princess Dimaria and Lady Darcy were a different story entirely. Levi felt a flicker of sympathy for James, who had to endure living with them in the Lily House. He couldn’t imagine how difficult that must be.

“Levi!” Hange called out with a grin, waving as she led the group over. “It’s time to put down the swords and pick up… well, something a little more celebratory!”

Levi narrowed his eyes, a bit skeptical. “What are you talking about, Hange?”

Jean smirked, crossing his arms. “Did you really think we’d let you get married without a proper bachelor party?”

Levi blinked, taken aback. He hadn’t even considered the idea, his mind far too focused on the upcoming ceremony and everything that would follow. “A bachelor party? That’s… not really necessary,” he mumbled, a bit uncomfortable with the sudden attention.

“Oh, come on, Levi,” Armin said with a gentle smile. “It’s tradition. Besides, we’ve got everything planned, and we’re not taking no for an answer.”

Solomon stepped forward with a grin. “Consider this our way of welcoming you to the family, Captain. We’ve kept things respectful—no need to worry. Just a night of drinks, good company, and a little bit of fun.”

Levi sighed, but he couldn’t deny the warmth he felt at their enthusiasm. “Fine,” he conceded, wiping the sweat from his brow. “But nothing too over the top, alright?”

“Over the top?” Hange laughed, clapping him on the shoulder. “Levi, you have no idea what’s coming!”

James laughed alongside her, an easygoing smile on his face. “Don’t worry, Levi. We know you’re not one for extravagance. We’ll keep it low-key… mostly.”

As the group began to walk back towards the palace, Levi found himself relaxing slightly. The camaraderie and support of his friends, combined with the acceptance he felt from Solina’s brothers, was a welcome reprieve from his usual solitary existence. These people were genuinely celebrating him, and it was a feeling he wasn’t entirely accustomed to.

“Can’t believe you’re really going to be a married man,” Jean said, walking beside him with a smirk. “You, of all people.”

“Yeah, I’m surprised too,” Levi replied dryly, though a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Didn’t think I’d live long enough to even consider something like marriage.”

“Yet here we are,” Gale chimed in, a hint of pride in his voice. “And I couldn’t be happier that my sister is marrying someone like you, Levi. Solina deserves someone who’ll treat her well.”

Levi’s expression softened at the mention of Solina. “She’s… something else,” he admitted quietly, a rare openness in his voice that didn’t go unnoticed by the others.

“Look at him, getting all soft,” Hange teased, nudging him playfully. “Who would have thought? Captain Levi, with a soft spot for a princess.”

Levi rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. “Shut up, Hange.”

The group shared a laugh, the easy banter helping to dispel any lingering tension. As they made their way towards the designated location for the party, Levi couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment. Despite his reservations about royalty and the burdens that came with it, Solina’s family—at least some of them—were good people, and he was grateful to be welcomed among them.

When they finally arrived, Levi was surprised to see a private room set up in one of the palace’s less formal quarters. The space was decorated simply, with comfortable seating, a large table laden with food and drinks, and an assortment of candles casting a warm glow over the room. It was intimate, tasteful, and perfect for someone like Levi who preferred simplicity over grandeur.

“Alright, everyone!” Hange announced, clapping her hands together. “Tonight, we drink to Levi and Solina!”

“Here, here!” the group echoed, lifting their glasses.

As the night wore on, Levi found himself loosening up, enjoying the warmth of the company and the easy laughter that flowed among them. Solomon shared stories of Solina from her childhood, recounting moments that made Levi smile, and James and Gale took turns poking fun at their own youthful misadventures, much to everyone’s amusement.

“You’re really lucky, you know,” Solomon said at one point, his tone a mix of sincerity and pride. “Solina may be a princess, but she’s more than just a title. She’s kind, incredibly talented, selfless, and she cares deeply about the people around her. She’ll make a wonderful wife.”

Levi nodded, his gaze softening as he took in Solomon’s words. “I know,” he replied simply. “I never expected any of this, but… I know I’m lucky. I’ll protect her, Solomon. You have my word on that.”

Solomon gave him a firm nod, a sense of mutual respect passing between them. “That’s all I need to hear.”

As the night continued, Jean and Armin took turns trying to engage Levi in friendly arm wrestling matches, which he won effortlessly each time. Even Solomon joined in, and though he put up a good fight, Levi’s strength ultimately prevailed.

“You’re going to make Solina feel pretty safe with those skills,” James joked, patting Levi on the back as he caught his breath from laughter. “She’s marrying one of the strongest men in the world.”

“Strength doesn’t matter as much as loyalty,” Levi replied, his voice calm but serious. “I’ll always be loyal to her. That’s what she deserves.”

The room grew quiet for a moment, a shared understanding settling among them. Even the scouts, who had known Levi longer than anyone else present, could see the sincerity in his words. This marriage was more than just an alliance—it was something Levi was committed to, heart and soul.

Hange, unable to let the seriousness linger for too long, raised her glass with a grin. “To Captain Levi, the most loyal and intimidating husband-to-be!”

“To Levi!” they all echoed, laughter breaking out once more.

The hours passed, and Levi found himself truly enjoying the rare camaraderie and support from both his friends and his future brothers-in-law. They spoke of everything from battle strategies to embarrassing childhood memories, the bonds among them growing stronger with each shared laugh and toast.

But as the night began to wind down, Levi couldn’t shake the warm, hopeful feeling that had settled in his chest. For the first time in his life, he wasn’t just a soldier or a leader—he was about to become a husband, part of a family that truly cared for him. And though the future was still uncertain, Levi knew one thing for sure: he would do everything in his power to protect Solina and make her happy.

And as he looked around at the faces of his friends and newfound family, Levi allowed himself to believe that maybe, just maybe, he deserved this happiness after all.

…

A few hours in and the party had reached the point of joyful chaos that only a mix of friendship, laughter, and a fair amount of alcohol could produce. Levi found himself bemused by the sight of Hange and Jean locked in a very enthusiastic debate over who was more “married” to their work, while Solomon and Gale leaned against each other, exchanging knowing grins that only came with shared family secrets. James had pulled Armin into a not-so-graceful dance, while Levi looked on, an amused but calm observer.

Despite the buzz of activity around him, Levi remained the only sober one at his own bachelor party, watching the antics unfold with a faint smile. He couldn’t deny he was enjoying himself. It was… nice, to be surrounded by both friends and future family, all here to celebrate this unexpected chapter in his life. For once, he felt a sense of acceptance and camaraderie that he hadn’t experienced in years. But as he glanced around the room, he couldn’t help but think of Solina, wondering what she might be doing right now. His thoughts wandered to their upcoming wedding and the future they’d soon be sharing.

Just then, an attendant opened the door, looking slightly nervous. Levi raised an eyebrow as he noticed the man glancing behind him, and before anyone could question it, four stunningly beautiful women dressed in shockingly scant clothing strolled confidently into the room. They were all elegance and allure, their movements calculated and intentional, and they sauntered over to Levi, their eyes glinting with purpose.

The room went silent, everyone’s gaze shifting between the women and Levi, whose expression had hardened in an instant. Jean, who was decidedly tipsy, let out a loud laugh. “Wait, who ordered the dancers?” He turned to Hange, eyes wide with mock suspicion. “Was it you, Hange?”

Hange just blinked, clearly just as perplexed as everyone else, before bursting into laughter herself. “Jean, don’t look at me! I’m just as surprised as you!”

Levi’s face darkened as he watched the women close in on him, and he shifted uncomfortably as one of them slipped onto his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. “This isn’t exactly the type of party I was expecting,” he muttered, his voice a sharp contrast to the teasing laughter filling the room.

The women began to dance around him, pressing close, their intentions clear as they moved with practiced sensuality. Levi’s jaw clenched as he tried to remove the arms that were draped around his shoulders. He glanced at Solomon, James, and Gale, who all wore equally puzzled expressions.

“Did… Did anyone actually call for this?” Solomon asked, looking between his brothers and the scouts, trying to make sense of the situation. “I didn’t think Levi was the kind of man to enjoy something like this.”

“I didn’t call for them,” Gale replied, looking just as uncomfortable. He glanced at Levi, who was struggling to push the women off without physically hurting them or causing a scene.

Levi’s patience was wearing thin, his irritation growing as the women continued their attempts to engage him. He had no interest in this—if anything, it felt like an insult to the commitment he’d already made in his heart to Solina. Just as he was about to stand and make his way out of the room, an attendant entered, glancing nervously around before clearing his throat.

“Captain Levi,” he began hesitantly, looking between Levi and the women surrounding him.

But before the attendant could finish, the door opened again—and this time, Levi felt his heart drop. Standing in the doorway, looking completely taken aback, was Princess Solina. Her eyes widened as she took in the scene before her, her gaze immediately locking onto the sight of Levi, surrounded by four half-dressed women, all of whom were practically draped over him.

Levi felt a stab of panic as he saw the look of utter betrayal on her face, her lips trembling as her eyes filled with tears. “Solina…” he managed to say, his voice barely a whisper as he tried to stand up, desperate to explain that this wasn’t what it looked like.

But Solina’s expression shifted from shock to heartbreak, her face crumbling as she tried to process what she was seeing. Unable to bear the sight, she covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes brimming with tears as she shook her head.

Before anyone could react, Solina turned on her heel and fled from the room, her soft cries echoing down the hallway. Levi’s heart sank, his throat tightening as he watched her retreating figure, the weight of her hurt and disappointment pressing heavily on him.

The room fell into an uneasy silence, everyone’s gaze shifting to Levi, who stood frozen, his fists clenched at his sides. Solomon, who had been observing the whole ordeal in silent shock, looked from Levi to the door where his sister had disappeared, a deep frown settling on his face.

“What… just happened?” Jean finally asked, breaking the silence, his tone bewildered as he tried to piece together what he’d just witnessed.

Levi's mind raced, frustration boiling up within him as he yanked his hands away and roughly pushed off the women who clung to him, their presence a mocking reminder of the chaos they’d brought. The anger in his eyes was unmistakable as he barked, “Get the hell off me!” His voice cut through the room, silencing everyone around him, including the women who, up until that moment, had been unfazed by his protests.

Without wasting another second, he bolted towards the door, his steps quickening with a fierce determination as he rushed into the hallway. He knew exactly where Solina would be headed—back to the safety of the Rose House, where he couldn’t follow. The thought of her retreating to the royal gardens, hurt and misunderstood, made his chest tighten. He couldn’t let her go, not without explaining, not without clearing up the scene she’d stumbled upon. Desperation fueled him as he pushed himself to move faster, his heart pounding as he spotted her just ahead.

“Solina wait!” he called, his voice carrying through the corridor. But she ignored him, her steps quickening as she fled, and Levi’s frustration grew. He could see her shaking shoulders, the way she tried to hold herself together even as she moved away from him.

In a last, desperate move, he reached out, grabbing her arm to stop her. She spun around, her eyes blazing with a mix of hurt and anger, her chest heaving as she faced him. Before he could even speak, she raised her hand and slapped him across the cheek, the sharp sting of her palm leaving a sensation that was as much emotional as it was physical.

Levi hadn’t anticipated that—not from the soft-spoken, usually shy princess he’d come to know. His head turned slightly from the impact, his eyes wide with surprise as he looked back at her, seeing the depth of her hurt in the tears pooling in her green eyes. She was trembling, her hand lingering in the air as if she herself couldn’t believe what she’d just done.

Solina’s voice broke through the silence, low and filled with pain. “I thought you were different, Levi. I thought I’d found someone… someone I could trust.” Her voice cracked as she spoke, the betrayal evident in every syllable. “But you’re just like any other soldier—any other man who can’t resist a pretty face.”

Levi’s heart twisted at her words, at the raw hurt he saw flashing in her eyes. He knew he had to make her understand. His voice softened, yet held a desperate urgency. “Solina, please, listen to me. What you saw—it’s not what it looked like. I didn’t want them there. No one in that room called for them. They just showed up, and I was trying to push them away before you walked in.”

She looked down, her expression conflicted, as if she was trying to make sense of his words but couldn’t shake the image burned into her mind. “I don’t know, Levi. I want to believe you, but… what I saw…” Her voice faded, and she shook her head, biting her lip as she tried to hold back her tears. Her hands fidgeted, clutching the fabric of her dress as she looked away.

Levi took a step closer, his voice low and unwavering. “Solina, I would never do something like that to you. Especially not now—so close to our wedding. You mean too much to me.” His words were unguarded, each one carrying a weight that showed just how deeply he cared for her. He could see the doubt lingering in her eyes, the uncertainty twisting her thoughts, and it pained him to know she was struggling to believe him.

With a sudden, unplanned movement, Levi reached up, his hands gently cradling her face as he leaned down, his forehead nearly touching hers. “Please, Solina,” he murmured, his voice barely a whisper, filled with a rare vulnerability. “Believe me.”

Solina’s eyes widened as she looked up at him, her breath catching in her throat. She could feel the warmth of his hands against her cheeks, the sincerity in his gaze breaking down her defenses. She could see the truth there, the desperate plea that mirrored the words he’d spoken.

And before she could say another word, Levi closed the distance between them, his lips capturing hers in a passionate kiss. The world seemed to fall away, leaving only the two of them as she felt the warmth of his lips, the firm yet gentle hold of his hands on her face. Her heart pounded as a whirlwind of emotions flooded her—shock, warmth, and a burgeoning happiness that she hadn’t anticipated.

It was her first kiss. Her very first, and it was with him, this man who had filled her heart with hope and excitement for a future she’d once feared. She felt her body relax in his embrace, the tension melting away as his kiss conveyed everything she’d needed to feel—the trust, the care, the promise that he wouldn’t betray her.

Levi pulled back, just enough to look into her eyes, his expression filled with a soft intensity that she’d never seen before. He brushed his thumb against her cheek, wiping away a stray tear. “I care about you, Solina,” he said, his voice steady and filled with conviction. “I don’t want there to be any doubt in your mind. I’m here for you. Only you.”

Solina’s cheeks flushed, her eyes searching his as she absorbed his words. She could see the sincerity there, the unwavering resolve that he’d spoken with. Slowly, she nodded, her hand coming up to rest against his chest as she found her voice.

“I… I believe you, Levi.” Her words were soft, but they carried a warmth that matched the shy smile beginning to form on her lips. “I’m sorry… I should have trusted you.”

He shook his head slightly, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “No, don’t apologize. I understand. You walked in on something… confusing. But trust me when I say, I only want you.”

The relief that washed over her was overwhelming, and she felt herself lean into him, her hands still resting against his chest as she tried to gather her thoughts. She took a shaky breath, feeling the last traces of her hurt dissolve, replaced by a renewed sense of closeness with him. It was as if, in that moment, she could see the future that awaited them, a future built on trust and a growing love that she could feel blossoming between them.

Levi gave her a soft smile, his hands sliding from her cheeks down to her shoulders, grounding her. “We’re going to be alright, Solina,” he murmured, his voice reassuring. “I’ll prove that to you every day.”

Solina looked up at him, her heart swelling with a happiness she hadn’t anticipated feeling. She offered him a smile, her voice soft but steady. “I… I’m looking forward to it.”

For a moment, they stood there in the hallway, lost in each other’s gaze, the tension from before melting away as they shared a quiet, heartfelt understanding.

As Levi and Solina pulled away from each other, a lingering warmth settled between them, grounding them in a newfound sense of understanding. Just as Levi offered Solina a reassuring smile, a sudden commotion from the other end of the corridor caught their attention. Solomon, James, and Gale were converging on a figure who seemed intent on slipping away but was unable to do so in time.

Dimaria’s face twisted with frustration, her attempt to flee thwarted. She cast a desperate glance over her shoulder as Solomon, his tone laced with restrained anger, stepped closer, fixing her with a sharp glare.

“Dimaria,” Solomon began, his voice steady but biting, “are you the one behind this?”

Dimaria’s expression shifted, her anger flickering into a brief flash of fear before settling into a defensive scowl. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she spat, crossing her arms defiantly. But her gaze darted around, betraying her unease as her brothers continued to close in, and the scouts—Jean, Hange, and Armin—watched with disapproval written plainly on their faces.

Gale’s voice cut through her feigned ignorance, his tone edged with frustration. “Oh, drop the act, Dimaria. Who else would pull something so petty and vindictive?”

Dimaria’s composure faltered as she glared at him, her mouth opening to retort, but before she could, James stepped forward, disappointment etched deep in his features. “What is wrong with you?” he asked softly, the hurt evident in his voice. “How could you do this to Solina?”

Dimaria stiffened, her gaze narrowing as she tried to collect herself, summoning a mask of haughty indifference. “I didn’t do anything,” she replied, her voice brittle. “Maybe those… women showed up because someone actually thought Levi wanted some real entertainment.” Her words were laced with venom, and her gaze flickered momentarily to Solina, filled with jealousy and resentment.

Levi and Solina approached the group, and the air thickened as they realized the truth: Dimaria had orchestrated the entire thing. Solina’s heart sank, but she stood tall beside Levi, determined not to let Dimaria’s schemes diminish her happiness.

“Dimaria,” Solina spoke, her voice softer than her brothers’, though resolute. “Why? Why go to such lengths to try and hurt me?”

Dimaria’s expression hardened, but her eyes betrayed a mixture of shame and bitterness. “Because,” she snapped, her voice wavering, “you get everything handed to you, Solina. You’re the Diamond, the favored one, the perfect princess in everyone’s eyes. And now you get your perfect husband, too.”

Levi’s jaw clenched, but he held his tongue, letting Solina handle her half-sister. Solina stepped forward, her voice unwavering, yet tinged with the sadness of a bond soured by jealousy. “I never asked for any of this, Dimaria,” she said, her tone gentle but firm. “I didn’t choose to be the Diamond, nor did I ask for special treatment. And my marriage to Levi—it’s not something I took for granted. We’re both here because we want to make this work, for each other and for our countries.”

Dimaria scoffed, her shoulders stiff as she tried to hold onto her sense of pride. “You say that,” she sneered, “but you still don’t understand. You don’t know what it’s like to live in someone else’s shadow.”

At that, Solomon shook his head, stepping forward. “Dimaria, if anyone here is casting shadows, it’s you,” he said, his voice carrying a hint of disappointment. “You’ve made it impossible for anyone to be close to you with this attitude. We’re all family, yet you choose to sow division.”

Her face flushed, and for a moment, her mask cracked, revealing the hurt beneath her anger. She looked away, her voice barely above a whisper as she muttered, “It’s easy for you to say that, Solomon. You’re the heir. Everyone respects you.”

James looked at his sister with a saddened expression, as though he saw in her a lost sister he wished he could reach. “I thought I knew you, Dimaria,” he said, his voice quiet and filled with regret. “But seeing what you did to Solina—someone who’s done nothing to deserve your spite—makes me wonder if you’ll ever be able to see past your own jealousy.”

Dimaria clenched her fists, biting her lip as she felt the weight of her siblings’ disappointment bearing down on her. But instead of backing down, her face twisted into a scowl. “Fine,” she hissed, bitterness spilling from her words. “Judge me all you want. But don’t pretend any of you are perfect.”

Levi, who had remained silent throughout the exchange, finally stepped forward, his gaze piercing as he looked at Dimaria. “You may be family, but that doesn’t excuse what you tried to do to Solina,” he said, his tone low and steady. “I don’t care what grudge you hold; dragging Solina into it crossed a line.”

Dimaria’s mouth opened, but no words came as Levi’s words hit her with a finality she couldn’t deny. She stared at him, a mixture of anger and defeat in her eyes, before turning sharply on her heel, muttering under her breath as she stalked away, her pride too wounded to allow her to face any more of their reproach.

As she disappeared down the corridor, the weight in the air lifted, and Solomon turned to Solina, his expression softening as he placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. “I’m sorry, Solina,” he murmured. “She… she’s not worth your pain.”

Solina managed a small, grateful smile. “Thank you, Solomon. I think… I think I’ll be alright.”

Levi placed a reassuring hand on her back, drawing her close as the rest of the group gathered around, each of them offering their silent support.

But as Dimaria stormed away, a wave of sadness washed over Solina, dampening the relief of clearing up the misunderstanding with Levi. She had always hoped that one day she and Dimaria could overcome their differences and share the bond of true sisters. But tonight’s cruel scheme—the deceit and the lengths Dimaria had gone to try and tarnish her relationship with Levi—was like a bitter slap of reality. Solina knew, with a painful certainty, that Dimaria’s jealousy ran far too deep for reconciliation.

Standing under the evening sky, Solina sighed heavily. Levi placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, his gaze warm and understanding, but Solina mustered a small, pained smile. "Thank you," she said softly, her voice wavering slightly as she tried to hold back the surge of emotions within her. "Thank you all, but… I need to speak with my father about this. I can't keep letting her get away with these things."

Levi nodded, respecting her resolve, and her brothers, Solomon, James, and Gale, exchanged solemn glances. "We understand, Solina," Solomon said, his voice filled with quiet strength. "Go to Father. He needs to hear about this."

“Goodnight, everyone,” Solina whispered, giving Levi one last glance before turning on her heel. She walked with determined strides, feeling her heart beat faster as she prepared to confront her father about her half-sister’s actions.

…

When Solina reached the emperor’s study, she hesitated momentarily before entering. Her father, the mighty Emperor of Valoria, was sitting at his grand mahogany desk, immersed in reading official documents under the warm glow of the study lamps. He looked up at the sound of the door opening, his brow furrowing in surprise as he took in Solina’s expression.

“Solina? You’re back so soon,” he said, setting aside his papers. He studied her face intently, noting the tension in her shoulders and the sadness lingering in her eyes. “What happened?”

Swallowing hard, Solina stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. She took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts, and then spoke, her voice clear but laden with hurt. “Father… I need to tell you something. About Dimaria.”

The emperor’s expression shifted to one of attentive concern, his gaze hardening at the mention of Dimaria’s name. “What has she done now?” he asked, his tone calm but carrying an edge.

Solina clenched her hands at her sides. “She… She orchestrated something terrible tonight, and it was meant to hurt me.” She recounted the events that had unfolded—the surprise “bachelor party” Levi was lured into, the hired women meant to seduce him, and how Dimaria’s plan was for her to walk in and witness the scene, shattering her trust in Levi just days before their wedding.

The emperor’s face grew darker with each word, his gaze sharpening, and his hands slowly curled into fists on the desk. Solina had never seen such an intense look of anger on her father’s face before. It was as if he had become a towering figure of cold fury.

“She did this?” he said, his voice low and simmering with restrained anger. “My own daughter, pulling such a malicious act against her sister?”

Solina nodded, her voice soft yet resolute. “Yes, Father. And… this isn’t the first time she’s tried to hurt me. It’s just… this time, it was beyond what I could ignore. It was so cruel, and all to try and ruin my happiness.”

The emperor’s jaw tightened, his eyes flashing with a mix of rage and disappointment. “I am beyond disappointed in her,” he murmured, more to himself than to Solina. “I have allowed her too much leeway, given her too many chances, all for the sake of family harmony. But this… this is unforgivable.”

Solina hesitated, her eyes filled with sadness as she looked down, her fingers twisting nervously. “Father,” she whispered, her voice filled with both resolve and heartbreak. “I don’t want her to be punished just for the sake of it. I… I wish things were different between us, that we could be real sisters. But… I know that’s not possible. I just need you to understand that I can’t keep ignoring these things.”

The emperor rose from his desk, his powerful frame casting a long shadow over the room as he approached her. He placed a hand on her shoulder, his touch warm and reassuring, though his expression remained cold and determined. “Solina, you are far more forgiving than I would ever be in your place. This act is not simply a slight against you; it’s a betrayal of our family, of the unity I have worked so hard to build.”

He sighed heavily, his gaze softening as he looked at her, his treasured Diamond. “I promise you, Solina, I will handle Dimaria. This won’t be swept under the rug. And if she cannot find it in her heart to respect you as her sister, then she will have to face the consequences.”

Solina looked up at him, her heart swelling with gratitude, though a shadow of sadness remained. “Thank you, Father,” she whispered. “I just… I just wish it didn’t have to be this way.”

The emperor nodded, his gaze softening with understanding. “I know, my dear. You have always been the heart of this family, the one who brings warmth to all who know you. It pains me to see you suffer because of jealousy and spite.”

He embraced her gently, holding her close. “You will have your happiness, Solina,” he said firmly. “And I will ensure that no one—family or not—will ever take that away from you.”

Solina closed her eyes, feeling a weight lift from her shoulders as she leaned into her father’s embrace. She was still hurting, but knowing that her father understood and would take action gave her a sense of peace she hadn’t felt all evening.

After a few moments, she pulled back, offering him a small, grateful smile. “Thank you, Father. I… I think I can sleep a little easier tonight.”

The emperor returned her smile, his gaze filled with warmth and pride. “Go, my dear. Rest well. Tomorrow is a new day, and soon, you’ll begin a beautiful new chapter with Levi.”

With a final nod, Solina took her leave, feeling a renewed sense of strength as she made her way back to the Rose House. She knew the upcoming days wouldn’t be easy, but she was ready to face them with her family’s support—and with Levi by her side.

…

Early the next morning, Princess Dimaria and Lady Darcy made their way through the quiet palace halls, their expressions a mixture of resentment, fear, and defiance. Being summoned to the emperor’s study was a rare occurrence, one that typically signaled serious matters, especially for a member of the imperial family. The emperor usually came to the Lily House himself if he had business with Darcy or Dimaria, making this early summons all the more foreboding.

Dimaria’s stomach twisted with a simmering anger. She had no doubt that Solina had run to their father, spinning her side of the story and casting herself as the wounded saint. Solina was always so quick to play the victim, and now it had cost Dimaria dearly. Still, a small part of her wondered just how much her father actually knew—and if she could somehow talk her way out of this.

Beside her, Lady Darcy was fuming. She had warned her daughter repeatedly to be cautious with her schemes, especially so close to Solina’s wedding. But her warnings had fallen on deaf ears, and now they were walking toward what felt like judgment day. Darcy glanced at her daughter, her expression a mix of disappointment and frustration. "Dimaria," she hissed, her voice low, "if you had only listened, we wouldn’t be in this mess."

Dimaria huffed, her chin held high. "Oh, please. Solina tattles, and suddenly, I’m the villain? She’s the precious Diamond, and Father’s always taken her side. It doesn’t matter what I do."

Darcy pursed her lips, but said nothing more as they approached the emperor’s study. The door was guarded by two attendants who bowed slightly and opened the doors, motioning for them to enter.

Inside, Emperor Armand sat at his large mahogany desk, his expression unreadable yet severe. His piercing gaze rested first on Darcy, then on Dimaria. His disappointment was palpable, filling the room like a tangible force. Beside him stood Dimaria’s attendant, her head bowed, looking visibly distressed. Her presence alone was a clear signal to Darcy and Dimaria—she had already spoken, and there was no point in denying anything.

The emperor didn’t stand to greet them; instead, he gestured for them to approach with a cold nod. Once they had moved close enough, he leaned forward, steepling his fingers on the desk. "Princess Dimaria. Lady Darcy," he began, his tone controlled but laced with an edge of anger. "I have summoned you here because I believe it is time to address the disgraceful behavior that has unfolded over these past days."

Dimaria’s face flushed with indignation. She wanted to interject, but a sharp glare from her father silenced her.

“I have already heard the truth from your attendant, Dimaria.” He gestured to the woman standing by, who looked down in shame, wringing her hands nervously. “I know exactly what you attempted to do to your sister, and I am deeply disappointed that you would stoop so low, especially on the eve of such an important event for our family and kingdom.”

Dimaria’s anger bubbled over. “Of course, Father. Solina told you her side, didn’t she? Because she’s your precious Diamond! She can do no wrong in your eyes, and I’m just the forgotten daughter, the one who never shines brightly enough!”

The emperor’s gaze turned icy. He held up a hand, silencing her. “Quiet!” he commanded. The single word cut through the air, sharp and unyielding, and even Darcy flinched at its intensity.

“You dare accuse me of favoritism?” he continued, his voice low but filled with restrained fury. “My duty as your father is to guide you and correct you when you stray, to ensure that each of my children fulfills their potential and lives with dignity. It pains me greatly to see the jealousy and hatred you harbor toward your own sister. And worse, it pains me to see that your mother has enabled you and failed to instill in you the values of respect and honor that are expected of a princess of Valoria.”

Darcy’s face paled, and she took a shaky breath, but Dimaria, still defiant, shook her head. “And what about Solina? Everything is handed to her! The title, the attention, the adoration! I’ve had to fight for scraps of acknowledgment!”

The emperor’s eyes narrowed, his gaze never wavering. “Solina has earned her place. She is kind, selfless, and has always put the welfare of others above her own desires. It is not her fault that you choose to view her accomplishments as a personal attack on you.” His voice softened slightly, tinged with sadness. “Dimaria, you are my daughter. I love you, but I cannot condone such behavior. You have forced my hand.”

Turning his gaze to Lady Darcy, he sighed, and his expression shifted from disappointment to cold resolve. “Darcy, I trusted you with the education and upbringing of Dimaria, expecting you would teach her the values that befit a member of the imperial family. Instead, you have fueled her resentment and enabled her pettiness.”

Darcy’s lips trembled, and she shook her head. “Your Majesty, I only wanted the best for Dimaria. She’s always felt overshadowed. I thought…”

“Enough,” he interrupted, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Your primary role as a consort is to raise our children properly, to guide them in courtly matters and instill in them a sense of honor and duty. In this, you have failed.”

A tense silence filled the room as his words settled over them like a heavy weight. Finally, he straightened, his gaze hardening as he addressed them both. “Dimaria, for your actions, you will be sent to the countryside to live with our extended family. You will spend six months working on the farm, away from the luxuries and privileges of the palace. Perhaps there, you will learn humility, respect, and the value of hard work.”

Dimaria’s mouth dropped open in shock, her face paling. “You… You can’t be serious!”

“I am very serious,” he replied firmly. “Your actions have consequences, and I will not allow such disrespect and malice to go unpunished. This is a lesson you must learn, for both your sake and the sake of this family.”

Dimaria’s face flushed with anger and humiliation, and she tried one last desperate protest. “This is just because she’s your favorite, isn’t it? Your precious Diamond!”

The emperor’s gaze was like steel. “You can accuse me of favoritism all you wish, but it does not change the fact that your actions were vile and beneath you. And I will not allow them to continue.”

Turning to Darcy, his tone softened slightly but remained resolute. “Darcy, you will retain your title as the Lily Consort and your residence in the Lily House. However, as of this moment, you are relieved of your court duties and will not see me visit the Lily House until I am satisfied that you have taken the necessary steps to mend the behavior you have enabled in our daughter.”

Darcy’s face turned ashen, her shoulders sagging under the weight of his words. Losing the emperor’s favor and affection was a blow she hadn’t anticipated, and the realization that her ambitions had led her to this moment filled her with regret.

Finally, the emperor rose, his gaze sweeping over them both with a finality that left no room for further argument. “I suggest you take this time to reflect on your actions and what kind of family you want to belong to. I will not tolerate such discord and jealousy any longer.”

Without another word, he gestured to the guards at the door, signaling that the audience was over. Darcy and Dimaria, defeated and humiliated, turned and left the study, their faces pale and their minds reeling with the gravity of their punishment.

As they walked back to the Lily House in silence, Dimaria’s resentment simmered beneath the surface, her hands clenched at her sides. But Darcy, despite her disappointment, found herself questioning the choices she had made. Perhaps it was time to let go of the bitterness that had poisoned her family for so long.

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Time to do some profiles/talking about the chain in this au! So not all of them have art and not all of them will get art/slight redesigns, time Twilight and Wars are those three, maybe I'll draw them eventually but Times armor scares me :) so don't expect to see him on paper

this is really long so I'll cut it (I'm looking at you four)

The chain

Four// Half tiefling half gnome// 24//Artificer Battle smith Multi classx4(for each color)

Hero of men, Minish, and the Four Sword, Four can split into four different people, the colors

(each color multi class in Artificer battle smith)

Green//he/him//Monk Way of The Ascendant Dragon

Blue//He/her/they/it//Barbarian Path of the beast

Red//he/it//Wild magic sorcerer

Violet or Vio, only their brothers can call them Violet//He/they// Warlock The Archfey Multi classes Druid Circle of Stars//Patron is Shadow

Each of these colors started out as simply apart of Fours personality, they were like pieces of a puzzle where, when merging back together, it simply went back to being Link, creating a whole picture, giving Link all of their memories. Though during their fourth adventure they began to form personalities, their own thoughts and feelings separate from Link and when they merged once more they were now the wrong pieces for the wrong puzzle, Link came back disoriented and missing his memories instead of remembering the adventure like previous splits, and for the colors they found themself in an odd space, it was like a room in the castle pristine and elegant, with a strong sense of divine magic, and when looking out the windows nothing more then a white and gold void, empty and blank for as far as the eye can see, bookshelves lined with blank books, a scattering of furniture, all soft and sturdy, ink and quills and a tea tray that never seems to run out of tea and snack's and no door to leave.

When Link split again the colors found they were pulled through a sudden doorway, and after learning how to Split and merge the colors and link decided they prefer to stay split most of the time, merging together on occasion for a variety of reasons, they also learned Link can occasionally hear them while in the odd space, Vio thinks it might be within the sacred realm, sometimes the colors are able to see what's going on outside through the windows, but most of the time are clueless and communicate with link through a notebook when split. When they were pulled on their adventure they were merged together, and already with the tension of being **Visibly** half tiefling Link, now dubbed Four (and finding he thinks he prefers that over Link) Decided to keep the colors a secret, the colors agreeing at the time, though slowly they started to disagree and after a few months of not having split things blew up eventually, quite literally leading to the rest of the chain finding out.

After finding out and being accepted Four went back to splitting regularly, though for the ease and sake of traveling in an already large group tries to stay as Four for as long as needed, though with the colors reveal it has made for some fun strategies

So four has light grey, almost white skin that's spotted (like the real skin condition but I can't remember how to spell for the life of me) with a more human skin tone, his tail tip is ment to look like a feather stripped in the four colors, his right eye switches colors but his left stays as a muted very light lilac, his left eye also has very poor vision (not sure how that shows up yet) as a result of Vio Lossing their left eye. Each of Course earnings on his right ear are colored to match all four colors

Each of the colors outfits are similar with some adjustments and, of course, being in their signature colors,

Vio: White sleeves are Bell sleeves, is the one to wear the scarves,wears head band around arm, ear cuff, dangling earring, left ear has a clip in it, long braided hair with hair cuffs/jewelry, a few tattoos, Vio's necklace-chains are made of gold, red is Ruby, Blue is sapphire all on top/attached to black velvet

Green: doesn't wear white under tunic, pants are leggings, non split outer tunic, less belts, ties headband around belt, less jewelry, a few scales dotting his skin, like two tattoos

Blue: tunic sleeves more form fitting, outer tunic shorter, outer tunic fur lined, wears hoof protection, wears jewelry but it's all practical (cord stuff, small/won't get in the way of work/fighting) no tattoos but let's Red and Vio draw on him with ink/henna/ect

Red: tunic longer, doesn't wear under turtle neck, pants shorter, ankle/leg jewelery (sometimes steals wilds leg bands), likes to paint skin with henna nothing permanent though, wears head band around neck or waist, least amount of belts

Time// Hylian//35//Paladin Oath of the wilds//Patron is the great deku tree

A Hylian Raised by forest Fae, Time has been adventuring since he was a small child, at first just to help save the forest and those within he called family then dragged into life threatening dangers, just trying to find his Fairy friend, Eventually after Two adventures, a war and Two weird Fight ring’s in another dimension, Time had started Dating his childhood crush, moving into and working on LonLon ranch, after a few years the two got married and lived peacefully together.

Time’s peace lasted for a good few years until a strange portal showed up calling out to him, pulling at him, know he couldn’t escape this time, so packing his bags, pulling on his armor, waving off the fairies and Kissing his wife goodbye, The Hero of time walked through for another adventure.

Warriors// Half hylian half human//25//Fighter Battle master

Captain of the Royal guard and Queen Zelda’s personal guard and friend, Warriors had been through a time twisting war and when strange monsters started showing up once again, along with a strange Black and purple swirling portal in the center of the training ground, Wars knew he had another adventure afoot, when he stepped out and was Greeted by some familiar faces, she just knew that this certainly wasn’t going to be an easy adventure

Legend// Hylian(???)//22//Sorcerer Wild magic multi class Bard college of Swords

A lost prince and an extremely tired Veteran hero, Legend did everything he could to not go on another adventure, but with the portal opening up in the most inconvenient places seemingly trying to catch them off guard, and the odd pulling feeling getting stronger and stronger, Legend groaned, grabbed his things and Bid his husband and sister goodbye and made his way off on a new adventure.

When exiting the portal, one face seemed similar to one he knew when he was young, and another that he most definitely knew well, though after being pulled off to the side, he found he did know the familiar face and had a heartfelt reunion with an old brother and semi parental figure he didn’t think he’d ever see again, grateful that there was at least one, tolerable person in the group.

Legend, being a descended of Sky's has a pair of very small wings, and grows feathers, behind his ears, along his sides, and just above his elbows to just below, he hides his feathers with his clothes and says the ones behind his ears are just hair clips, his wings still show up in rabbit form, but when polymorphing they do not. His cloak was a wedding gift from Ravio, the silly Bunny knew his husband couldn't be kept in one place for a very long time so made, and gave him a cloak that's very plush, keeps well insulated in cold weather but also doesn't over heat in hot water and permanently smells like Ravio, (Ravio may or may not have also put a tracking spell on it so as to never lose track of Legend-)

Wind//Kobold//14//Fighter will be a swashbuckler

A seafaring Kobold Wind had been traveling across the sea with his old friend linbeck when the two came across a strange portal out in the middle of the sea, and feeling an odd pulling from it wind grabbed his things and bid linebeck farewell, leaving his friend excited for a new adventure before the old man could even think of stopping him, and soon finding himself delighted to see his Brother once more

So with wind! His fur on his upper half is short, almost like a mink or otter fur, and his scales are small and smooth like a fish or snake, (think sea serpent if you will) kobolds vary in design by terrain and environment, Winds horns are sensitive to the elements and can help with sensing when a storm is coming in, or changes in wind, his tail is very strong and acts almost like a opossum's, allowing not only for better balance when on unstable terrain (like a ship) but also helps prevent falls by acting like a safety rope wrapping around the mast or other solid surfaces to hold himself up, the two smaller horns under his main one's are still growing in and will get bigger in the future

Hyrule//half fairy half wood elf//18// Cleric of Life Multiclass wizard

A Traveler with no one place to settle down, Hyrule was lucky enough to be a hylian Fairy and not a Fae that has any relation to the Feywild’s, though still hunted down by those who want his Blood, Hyrule just accepted it when the portal showed up and went through, wary of the people he now travels with, though as secrets are revealed and they fight together Hyrule finds himself learning just what its like to have brothers, to have a family

I'm pretty happy how this turned out! So Hyrules wings are meant to look like leaves! And to explain better about his outer tunic, so it's all one piece over an under shirt (the long light brown sleeves) the top cloak like part of it does go all the way around and under that it's backless for Hyrules wings, but when lowered his wings just look like there apart of the cloak itself (hiding in plain sight ;) the pink fabric is a handkerchief that was gifted to them by Dawn :) (not a romantic gesture, I see Hyrule as Aroace)

Wild//Half hylian half Kenku//118(18)// Ranger Gloom stalker

Not commonly seen are half Kenku’s, Yet Wild somehow managed it. This Corvid was just minding their own business napping in a tree when they got pulled out and through the portal, they take to the new situation well, but worry for Zelda, they disappear often but the slate has helped with communication an reassuring the princess that Wild is fine, so without that reassurance Wild hopes their best friend will be alright

I'm not the happiest how this one turned out, but it was just to get an idea down on how the "half Kenku" thing worked, So wilds armor is supposed to be like a combination of the new champions tunic in totk and the old one in botw, kind of like an in-between phase into the new one, just without pants, because he technically doesn't need to where pants and he normally doesn't, but started wearing shorts to at least help make people more comfortable when first getting to know his knew brothers/it's more common to come across other travelers in other eras. He has pretty bad burn scars along side from guardian beam, not as bad in face but arm took the brunt of it, feathers stopped growing on scarred ear and on the parts of his arm that stopped the blast, hide's featherless part of arms with gloves/sleeve's. Likes to adorn self with jewelry, but for the sake of stealth and safety normally only wears minimal metal leg bands, mostly leather or cord leg bands, scrap fabric from champions tunic make up the socks he wears to help protect his talons,

Sky//Aaracocra//24//Paladin oath of the exorcist//Patron is Sun

When Hylia's people were raised to the sky over time they were Blessed to share the feathers and talons of their feathered companions, Sky was built for the well sky, but he has a deep fascination with the ground below, so when he started getting prophetic dreams again, and Zelda warned him of a portal forming, Sky prepared himself for a new adventure and promised the love’s of his life he’d come home in one piece and baring new information to use while building their new home on the surface.

Tumblr is being mean and not letting me add any more images, so I'll just add Sky's as a RB, but Sky's design did change to much with his outfit, it's uncolored because of this fact and also because I don't have the marker colors for it, his feather colors that of his loft wing in skyward sword, but along his right wing and down from his hand on his right arm he has that light blue in a lightning patter. Like Wild and four he does not have shoes just bird feet, his talons being like that of a loft wing/shoe bill stork, and like wild he has sock like fabric to wrap around his talons to help protect the softer parts of them. His two scarves were gifts from Groose and Zelda :)

Twilight//Hylian shifter/lycanthropy//23//Warlock Goo multiclass Ranger beastmaster (Epona)//Patron is Midna

Having lost contact with his best friend and Patron, Twilight lived a restless life in Ordon after his adventure, unable to find peace he’d patrol the woods for danger and dive head first into work and training to try and find the closure he needs, yet the duty of a hero never rests as a strange portal appeared during a patrol, it was late at night so with a sigh twilight had headed back to his home packed his bags, and sure Epona's summing charm was secure and made his way through

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