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mymoodwriting · 3 months ago

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Royal Blood

Female!Reader x Alpha!Seonghwa

Genre: A/B/O, Royalty

Warning: Surprises, Sneaking Around, Domestic Fluff, Panic, Anxiety, Mentions of Poisoning, Yelling, Werewolf Senses

Words: 5.5K

Chapter Four

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Prompt: You were a princess in name alone. Unable to perform any of the duties that come with the title. It seemed to be your destiny to live a quiet life. That is until you met someone who refused to see you silenced. Perhaps your fate was wrong all along.

“Sneaking into the princess’ quarters during the day shouldn’t be too much trouble.”

“I know she has no guards, but she’s not completely alone during the day.”

“From what I’ve gathered, we only have a small handful of people to worry about.”

“So then, what is your plan for them?”

“For starters, if you’re willing, you could ask San for a favor.” Hongjoong stated. “As a scholar, San would have the authority to request the princess’ eunuch help him with errands. That way someone you know would keep the eunuch busy and be aware of his current movements. Of course this would only be necessary for the days you wish to visit.”

“Hm, I see your point. Although it is risky to ask such a thing. Wooyoung seems reliable and doesn’t ask questions. San on the other hand…”

“The eunuch isn’t too much of a problem. Now that the princess is confined to her quarters, her eunuch only visits her when the King requests her presence for the royal family gatherings. Those tend to happen on a predictable basis, so the eunuch isn’t really any trouble.”

“Indeed. What of the court ladies?”

“They visit the princess at certain times every day, following a routine. In order to ensure your privacy, Wooyoung could keep an eye on the ladies, making sure they don’t spontaneously return to interrupt you. The two tend to stick together, so it would be easy for Wooyoung to charm them and keep them occupied until they return to their duties.”

“Then that just leaves you as my look-out, simple enough.”

“Unfortunately that’s not the case.”

“What else is there?”

“The royal family. The King has never once visited the princess, and has no reason to. The Queen only ever visits the princess when something happens, or perhaps after a family gathering, but the Crown Prince, he visits sporadically. Of course his visits aren’t as frequent given his current studies, but they are unpredictable. A day you choose to visit could coincidentally be the day he does too, and I cannot fathom the consequences.”

“Hm… so the real problem is the Crown Prince. Everyone else, even the princess’ court ladies and eunuch, keep a distance. He is the only one who cares to see her.”

“Apologies for not having a solution.”

“There’s no need for that. The Crown Prince may visit the princess on a whim, but there are certain days he cannot do that. Since I am to foster a friendship with him, I should know when those days are. Then we can plan accordingly.”

“That should work.”

“It should, but let’s not be hasty. Tell Wooyoung to get friendly with the court ladies, I’ll see if San is reliable. We’ll go from there.”

Seonghwa did like his odds with this plan, as he could have all his bases covered, but he knew patience was important. For the time being he continued making visits at night when he could, and had Wooyoung report to him about his progress. San wasn’t a necessary part of his plan, but he did want to see if he could be trusted. What Seonghwa needed most was people on his side, at the moment all he had was Hongjoong, and Wooyoung by proxy.

“I didn’t think I’d be seeing much of you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I’ve heard all about you and the Crown Prince.” San commented. “You are a Park after all.”

“Yeah, but that’s different. We’re friends, I’d rather spend time with you.”

“Then why not a night out? I bet you could use one.”

“That doesn’t sound like a bad idea, but I’m rather busy at night.”

“I bet.”

“What does that mean?”

“I’m not blind, Seonghwa. I know you’re busy during the day but you’re clearly not getting enough sleep at night. So, my guess, you’re seeing someone. Specifically you’re sneaking around. I presume you don’t want your father knowing.”

“You can say that…”

“So, are you gonna tell me who it is? Wait, are you and Hongjoong-”

“No! San, please.”

“It was just a thought… then who?”

“I can’t say.”

“Hm, why not? You worried I’m gonna tell your father?”

“Would you?”

“Why would I? I’m not acquainted with your father, and what kind of friend would I be if I screwed you over in regards to love.”

“In that case… you could help me with something.”

“Ah, what is it?”

“As a scholar I’m sure you’re busy, so why not bother an eunuch to help you out. I know just the one who’s always looking for some work.”

“Who would that be?”

“The princess’ eunuch.”

“The… wait… are you seeing…”

“…”

“Seonghwa!”

“Quiet!”

“Oh my gosh, I cannot… actually, I can… wow… that explains a lot…”

“Is it obvious…?”

“Honestly, not really. Others might think you’re staying up late to finish something important, but I know you’re a hard worker who wouldn’t sacrifice sleep for such a thing. So of course it has to be about a lover.”

“I guess I can’t fool you.”

“Hardly. If anyone was ever going to marry the princess, it would be you.”

“Why would you say that?”

“Come on, you’re the history enthusiast here. You know how things work when it comes to a princess. Her marriage tends to be some sort of arrangement for power, but lords aren’t exactly eager to be a brother-in-law to the future king, even if their family benefits. Besides, the princess is ill, so it’s likely the royal family won’t bother marrying her off.”

“So then where do I come in?”

“Well, with all that information, if anyone was ever going to approach the princess and want to marry her, it would be out of genuine love. You’re the only person that comes to mind.”

“Really?”

“You knew each other when you were kids, and you’re a Park. It kinda makes sense.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, I’m afraid.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I knew of her in my youth, but never truly met her until now. Also, because I’m a Park I shouldn’t get involved with the royal family in such a way. My father and the King have done great things for the nation, if both families were to become in-laws, other ministers and scholars could argue it’s a conflict of interest.”

“Hm, I see. For generations the Parks and Jeongs have simply worked together but if they were to become family and continue with their current roles, it could get messy. No wonder you’re being so careful, you really don’t want your father to know.”

“He knows.”

“He does!”

“It’s why my father has been piling on my work. He’s trying to keep me busy.”

“Ah, and you’re still going against him, huh?”

“I’m not gonna let him get in my way.”

“So why do you need me to distract the princess’ eunuch? I thought you did night visits?”

“I want to change that.”

“Oh, I see… are you sure that’s a good idea?”

Seonghwa threw a glare. “What do you mean?”

“Well, the Crown Prince visits every now and then, what if he catches you? Actually, aren’t you and the Crown Prince getting acquainted? How’s he gonna feel when he finds out you want to marry the princess?”

“I’ve already considered all that, so you don’t need to worry. I just need to know if you’re on my side, if you’ll help me.”

“Sure, I don’t see why not. I benefit from this, although I want something in return.”

“I’m sure it’s within reason, right?”

“Of course. I just want you to tell me about your dates.”

“San!”

“Come on, I want to know. The princess is such a mystery, and you’re over here sneaking around to see her, it’s so romantic. Please. I can keep a secret.”

“Fine, but if rumors start going around, I will take your head.”

“Deal! So, tell-”

“Later.”

“Awe, come on, just a little snippet. What are her quarters like?”

“Do you like the princess or something?”

“No, no, I’m not gonna steal your girl. I just want to know about the person who’s stolen your heart. That’s all.”

“She… she has her own garden. It’s more beautiful than the royal one.”

“Ah, cute.”

With every base covered things could move forward in Seonghwa’s plan. He wanted to build a good foundation before trying anything. Of course the final part was to figure out when the Crown Prince would be out of his way. At least once or twice a week he’d go to the Crown Prince’s library, simply socializing or discussing current policies. It was more of a mental exercise for the two as they had no say on the matters yet, but it was important to keep up appearances. Eventually Seonghwa got what he wanted.

“I’ll be gone for a few days, so you don’t have to come and find me.”

“Oh, traveling? I heard you haven’t left the palace in quiet some time.”

“Precisely. My father believes it’s best to visit some of the areas outside the palace, see how the people live. I agree. If I am to be King one day, I need to better understand my subjects.”

“That’s a good mentality to have.”

“If you’d like to join me, I don’t see either of our fathers opposing the idea.”

“I’ve lived outside of the palace for a long time, I’m not quiet ready to leave it.”

“I see, perhaps another time.”

“We’ll have plenty more chances for adventures in the future.”

Seonghwa relayed the information to Hongjoong, deciding the day the Crown Prince left was the day he’d visit. Everything was prepared accordingly, and on the chosen day Seonghwa was up before sunrise, going into the markets to pick up a gift and little cakes he had wanted to give you before. As he returned he wound up running into the Crown Prince on his way out.

“I didn’t expect you’d see me off.”

“That wasn’t my intention, but it’s a pleasant encounter. Safe travels, your highness.”

“Thank you, I’ll see you when I return.”

“Until then.”

Seonghwa bowed and waited until the Crown Prince and his entourage were gone. He was excited for the day, eager to see the look on your face. By now San was already giving tasks to the eunuch, and he knew Wooyoung had been getting very friendly with the court ladies. As Seonghwa and Hongjoong made their way to the princess’ quarters he could see Wooyoung and the two court ladies walking together, all laughing.

“I’ll let you know when lunch time is approaching, otherwise, you should have no interruptions.”

“Excellent.”

♦♦♥♦♦

Before leaving Yunho had come to pay you a visit, letting you know he’d be away from the palace for a while. You were a bit jealous that he got to go out and see the world, but he promised to come tell you stories when he got back. You wanted to see him off, but you knew if the Queen caught wind of you sneaking out things would somehow get worse for you. Instead you’d just wait for your brother to return. You figured that perhaps you’d see a bit more of Seonghwa, but you could only hope.

“Princess…”

You heard a whisper as you were eating breakfast, looking around in confusion. You thought maybe you were hearing things but then you heard a knock. Your window was open, which only made things stranger. Then you noticed the silhouette of a person at your door. For a moment you panicked, and then the doors slid open, revealing a familiar face. Your eyes went wide and everything clicked into place.

“Seonghwa!?”

“Good morning, princess.”

“What are you doing here!?” You jumped to your feet. “Seonghwa! What if someone sees you!?”

“I’ve already taken care of everything. No one’s going to bother us.”

“But-”

“Wooyoung is with your court ladies, and San is keeping your eunuch busy today. Hongjoong is my lookout and the Crown Prince is out of the palace. Who could possibly discover us?”

“… you… you really thought of everything… you’re really here…”

“I told you I wanted to see you during the day, and nothing was going to stop me.”

You were still nervous about this whole ordeal, but the more you thought about it the more you were in awe. He had all the important people out of the way. Only misfortune would interrupt this moment. You laughed with joy and hugged Seonghwa tight, still finding the whole scene unbelievable. Seonghwa hugged you back, rubbing circles along your back.

“Alright, alright, you still need to eat breakfast. It’s one of the most important meals of the day.”

“Wait, what about you!? Aren’t you hungry?”

“I’m alright, plus I brought you something.” Seonghwa revealed a small bag, the smell coming from it was divine. “These are fresh from the market.”

“The market? You mean outside the palace?”

“Yes. I woke up extra early to get them for you. I hope you like them.”

“Seonghwa, you didn’t have to.”

“Of course I did, today is a very special day.”

With your mind at ease you happily welcomed Seonghwa to share a meal with you. It made you so giddy you couldn’t contain your smile. Seonghwa insisted on feeding you, wanting you to eat some proper food before you tried the little cakes he had brought. They tasted just as good as they smelled. This was your first time eating something from outside the palace and it was so good.

“Tell me, how does palace food compare to outside food?”

“Hm, I’d say palace food is good and healthy, but there are so many other foods out there that are just so delicious. These little cakes for one you won’t find in here.”

“Wow, I can only imagine the type of foods you’ve had growing up.”

“I’ll see if maybe I can bring you some.”

“You don’t think I could maybe sneak out with you?”

“Ah, weren’t you the one talking about how dangerous it was for me to be here during the day, and now you want to sneak out of the palace?”

“I didn’t think you’d actually figure out a way to sneak in here. Maybe you could get me out of the palace… then again, you’d be in big trouble if we got caught.”

“I’ll think about it though. Sneaking you out at night would be far easier, but the problem will always be the Crown Prince.”

“I know. He won’t be around for a while.”

“So I can come see you lots more.”

After you finished eating you took your medicine, your grimace making Seonghwa chuckle. You both enjoyed the rest of the cakes out in your garden while cuddling atop a blanket. Seonghwa was glad to see you bask in the sun, getting to see you in a new light. Time seemed to move so fast that before he knew it Hongjoong was signalling to him that it was almost noon, and he had to leave.

“Are you gonna visit me tomorrow?”

“I’d like to, but I have to see how everything went today first.”

“Alright, but either way, today was wonderful.”

“I agree. Before I go, I do have a gift for you.”

“A gift?”

“Something to commemorate such a day.”

Seonghwa revealed a small pouch, pulling out a necklace from it. The gold sparkled in the sunlight, and hanging from the chain was a beautiful sun and moon cradled together.

“It’s beautiful, Seonghwa.”

“Then it will match you well.”

Seonghwa moved your hair aside and placed the necklace on you, enjoying the happiness on your face. Being gifted flowers was one thing, but something like this was new.

“I love it.”

“I’m glad you do. I hope it reminds you of me and keeps you company while I am away.”

“Thank you. It’s wonderful!”

You hugged Seonghwa tightly, not wanting him to go, but you knew he had to. You had taken up his morning, and surely he had things to do as well. You were grateful for the time he gave you, and looked forward to more day time visits. Seonghwa didn’t want to leave you either. He could simply hide while your court ladies brought you lunch, but he can’t push his luck on the first day. As he held you in his arms he buried his face in the crook of your neck. Your scent was so faint, it was practically nonexistent, but with his sharp nose he could pick up on the slightest hint of honey sweetness. One day he really wanted to know your scent, but that was a whole other conversation. Although as he held you he picked up on something strange.

Concern immediately showed on his face, but you didn’t see it. Perhaps he was mistaken, but this was such a strange thing to randomly come to mind. He pushed it aside and made sure to part ways on a good note, promising to visit soon. Afterwards he gathered with his people, asking how things went on their end. For Wooyoung nothing of note happened. The ladies did their duty and spent their free time lounging around. Since they were important to the princess they couldn’t be given orders by others, unless such orders came from the King and Queen themselves. As for San, he seems to have made a new friend. The eunuch preferred the consistency of helping one person than just being yanked around all day.

“So the day was a success?”

“I’d say so.”

After lunch Seonghwa returned to his usual tasks. Hongjoong remained by his side, finishing up his own meal.

“Will you be visiting again tomorrow?”

“I want to, but I’d like to try in the afternoon.”

“You mean after lunch?”

“Yes, get a feel for both times and see what works best.”

“That shouldn’t be much of a problem.”

“I don’t think so either. Hongjoong, may I ask for your opinion on something?”

“Such as?”

“The princess expressed a desire to sneak out of the palace. Do you think such a thing is plausible?”

“I think you know the answer. It’s very well possible, but realistically only at night. Even then, doing such a thing is extremely risky. She is still a princess, and if something were to happen, or you get caught, we could all end up dead.”

“I know. I don’t wish to put her in danger but the idea of stepping out of the palace really made her eyes light up. She’s been a prisoner here her whole life, and her cage has only gotten smaller as of late.”

“It’s not really possible now, but when you accomplish your goal, you could certainly venture out together with all the necessary precautions.”

“When? You truly believe in my desires?”

“I do. Either I’ll address you as your majesty one day, or we’ll be buried in the ground. I welcome whichever outcome destiny bestows upon us.”

“I agree.”

♦♦♥♦♦

Seonghwa felt confident with an afternoon visit, planning accordingly and surprising you once more. You welcomed him, and shared a meal once again, enjoying each other’s company out in your garden. This time around Seonghwa brought some of his work, wanting to do something rather mundane with you. The idea was wonderful as it made you feel normal, and less alone. As Seonghwa read his books and jotted down notes you were painting at his side. You wanted to paint him, but you couldn’t do it in secret. If anything you’d ask him about it so he could dress up if he wanted to.

Seonghwa did prefer the early visits, being one of the first people to see you in the morning. He could get you fresh pastries from the market and brighten your day. As he got a bit more comfortable and confident he began sneaking in the moment the court ladies were gone. That way the two of you had as much time as possible. Although something had been bothering him, and he was only aware of it in the morning. He thought he had just been imagining things, but after the first time he made a point to look out for it, and he never failed to find it. Now he just needed to find the source. He had tried to be discrete about it, but you only ever watched him, so of course you’d notice.

“What’s wrong, Seonghwa?”

“… nothing, it’s nothing.”

“I don’t believe that. What is it? I mean…” You took a moment. “I can tell something is up, and if I can help I would like to, but I understand if you don’t want to share…”

“No, no, it’s not that… I don’t want to worry you.”

“What would I worry about?”

“I… when I’m here… in the morning… I keep catching this faint scent of wolfsbane.”

“Wolfsbane? That’s impossible. The only wolfsbane in the palace is in the armory. You haven’t been around there, have you?”

“No. I have no reason to, but it’s bothering me.”

“I don’t smell anything, but then again my senses don’t really work.”

“It’s alright. I could be crazy, but I do want to figure this out.”

“Well, you’re more than welcome to search my quarters if it’ll ease your worries.”

“I don’t want to rummage around your things, that’s incredibly rude.”

“If it helps you I don’t mind.”

“I appreciate that but… have you been feeling alright lately?”

“That depends on what you mean by alright. I haven’t really gotten any worse, or better.”

“Hm…”

“You think you’re getting it from the food? Maybe a guard or something was in the kitchen and the scent of wolfsbane lingered.”

“I haven’t really gotten the scent from there. I’ve also eaten your food before too and nothing ever seemed off with it.”

“Then let’s try something else.”

You moved the table aside, getting closer to Seonghwa and taking his hands in yours. He wasn’t sure what you had in mind, but he’d play along.

“Close your eyes and focus on your sense of smell. I know you said the scent was faint, but with your nose maybe you can find the source.”

“Perhaps.”

“Try it.”

Seonghwa did as you asked, closing his eyes and focusing on his sense of smell. He honed in on the smells of your room, identifying them and moving past them. When he caught a faint whiff of wolfsbane he slowly moved his head. You noticed his actions and let go of his hands, letting him follow the scent. Seonghwa did just that, getting on his hands and knees and moving carefully until he hit a table. He opened his eyes and saw a small bowl, traces of some mysterious liquid lingering.

“What is this?”

“That’s my medicine.”

“Medicine?”

“Yes. I take it every morning. It’s a mix of herbs and stuff. It has a bitter taste, so I take it first before eating.”

Seonghwa picked up the bowl, taking in a deep breath. He could smell wolfsbane, but he couldn’t be one hundred percent sure this was it. After putting the bowl down he moved closer to you, leaning in and making you move back a bit. When he had initially caught the scent of wolfsbane it had been while close to you. Now that he was following the scent he was led to you again. He wasn’t sure if it was just his fears or not, but he could smell wolfsbane coming from your lips.

“Does the medicine help you?”

“It keeps me healthy. I haven’t gotten worse so I guess it’s working. Why?”

“Don’t drink it tomorrow morning, wait for me.”

“Huh? Seonghwa-”

“Please.”

“You think there’s wolfsbane in my medicine?”

“I don’t know, but I can check tomorrow. Promise you won’t drink it until I come by.”

“Alright, I promise.”

“Good girl.”

Seonghwa hoped he was wrong about this, because just thinking about it was making him worry. The next day couldn’t come fast enough but when it did Seonghwa was with you bright and early. You were of course happy to see him, but you knew he had something else on his mind. You handed him the little bowl that held your medicine, not having a drop of it. He smelled the contents, getting an earthy smell, and he had to admit it really did smell like medicine. Although he did also catch a tiny hint of wolfsbane. He didn’t really ask, but decided to take a sip anyway.

“Seonghwa-”

Before you could finish your words Seonghwa spit out the medicine, a grimace on his face. You could have reminded him of the bitter taste before he did such a thing, but then he merely tossed out the bowl’s contents into your yard.

“Seonghwa! Are you insane!”

“Don’t drink that.”

“Seonghwa!”

“There’s wolfsbane in your medicine.”

“What?”

“I know you probably can’t tell with your senses all numbed up, but I tasted it. You shouldn’t be drinking that.”

“There is no way there’s wolfsbane in my medicine! You’re crazy.”

“I know it sounds that way, but you have to believe me. I may have tasted a bit, but it was there, I’m certain of it.”

“Seonghwa, it’s medicine, and I need it!”

“Do you? Tell me, since you’ve started taking it, have you actually gotten better?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Think about it, has it actually helped you? Or made things worse?”

“I… I… well… it didn’t really help when I first started taking it… but that was just my body adjusting to the medicine, it doesn’t mean anything.”

“It could.” Seonghwa grabbed your shoulders. “Don’t take the medicine anymore.”

“Seonghwa, I can’t just-”

“Just for a bit, see what happens.”

“Seonghwa…”

“I know, I know.” Seonghwa cradled your face. “What I’m asking is insane, and a lot, but I need you to trust me here. I’m terrified of what this means.”

As crazy as this all sounded, you could tell Seonghwa was being sincere. You didn’t like this, but you’d trust him for now. Besides, you were already skipping your medicine today. There was no way you could get another serving without raising suspicion. Seonghwa hugged you tightly, wanting to make the most of the time you had left, even if he had certainly spoiled the mood. You both did your best to put this behind you, just glad to be in each other’s company. Not to mention your brother would be returning soon, so your days were numbered.

“I’ll be by tomorrow, you’ll keep your promise, right?”

“I will. Promise.”

“Good. I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

“Until then.”

Seonghwa left after putting a smile on your face. Once outside your quarters he was greeted by Hongjoong. Although the boy noticed the serious look on his face.

“I heard a bit of a commotion earlier, is everything alright?”

“No. I need you to investigate who is in charge of the princess’ medicine and meals.”

“Is something wrong?”

“I believe someone is poisoning the princess, has been for years.”

♦♦♥♦♦

You were worried about Seonghwa. Everything he had said, you didn’t want to believe him, but all you could do was trust him. Your sense didn’t work the way they were supposed to. As far as you knew the medicine didn’t even have a smell, yet he could pick up on the details, and even taste wolfsbane. In all honesty you were scared. If you didn’t take your medicine you had no idea what would happen to you. All your life you had been so weak and powerless, believing the medicine you took gave you what little strength you had. Seonghwa didn’t see it that way, and he had no reason to lie to you. He was going to look into things, so you just had to be patient and wait for news. It was probably gonna drive you insane until then.

♦♦♥♦♦

Even though Seonghwa had Hongjoong looking into the situation, there were other things he could do. There was someone he had wanted to meet for a while now, and he finally had a good reason too. When he had a moment in the afternoon he went off to look for a physician. He knocked at the door, getting the attention of the gentleman present.

“Hello, I’m looking for a physician.”

“Ah, Lord Park, it’s an honor to meet you.” The gentleman bowed. “I’m physician Kang, how can I help you?”

“Aren’t you a royal physician?”

“I am, but considering who your father is, I’m at your service as well.”

“Oh, lucky me. I’ve simply been feeling under the weather and wanted a professional opinion.”

“Of course, come with me and have a seat.”

For privacy’s sake, Seonghwa was led into another room. He took a seat as the physician began his examination.

“Physician-”

“You can just call me Yeosang if that’s easier for you.”

“Yeosang then. I must say, you’re pretty young to be a physician, a royal one at that.”

“I’ve always wanted to heal others, ever since I was little. I studied hard and now here I am.”

“You must be very good to be where you are.”

“I believe so, but I also have some favor with the Crown Prince.”

“Ah, you must be good friends. No wonder he trusts you to attend to him and his family.”

“I’m just doing my job at the end of the day.”

“I suppose you have your hands full dealing with the princess’ illness. I’m sure you take good care of her. I haven’t had a chance to see her since she stopped going on her walks.”

“Just a precaution. Her health is of utmost importance.”

“Really? I’ve heard rumors that the Queen isolated her out of shame.”

“You surely know the palace staff like to gossip.”

“True. How is she though, doing well?”

“Of course.”

“Does she need anything? I’ve wanted to send gifts but I’m not sure what’s appropriate. Do certain medicines work better than others for her?”

“You don’t need to worry about her health, it’s well taken care of. Other gifts would be better to lift her spirits.”

“Hm. Then I guess you must be busy everyday with her medicine.”

“I don’t prepare her medicine.”

“What? You’re her physician though, aren’t you?”

“Yes, but she is royalty. Something of such importance is to be handled by those above me. I know the recipe in case I ever need to prepare it, but that hasn’t come up.”

“At least you’re prepared. I’m glad to know the princess is in good hands.”

Seonghwa left having more questions than answers. At least he hoped Hongjoong had some information. Later in the evening the two met up, sharing a meal and enjoying the quiet atmosphere.

“How was your visit to the physician?”

“Uneventful. I was wrong in believing the physician was involved. Although it only creates more questions. Did you find anything?”

“Not exactly. Since Wooyoung has gotten close to the court ladies I asked him to investigate a bit. He informed me that the court ladies merely pick up the food as everything is prepared by certain employees beforehand.”

“Do you know who?”

“From what I gathered, it seems to be the Queen’s people who deal with the meals and medicine of the princess. It’s not entirely odd, the Queen does the same for the Crown Prince when he is here, but…the Queen herself approves of the food, and her people hand it over to the court ladies. No one else seems to come in contact with it from there.”

“So… it’s the Queen…”

“You don’t seriously think the Queen has been trying to kill her own daughter?”

“Considering all she’s done, and how she treats the princess, is it really that hard to believe?”

“If she really wanted to, she could have done so a long time ago? Why the small doses of wolfsbane then? Why drag it out?”

“I’m not sure, perhaps to make it appear more natural. The princess has been sick since she was a child, many believe the fact she’s still alive today to be some miracle. If she began to slowly deteriorate and then pass away, who would possibly think foul play?”

“Would anyone truly think the princess was murdered if she passed away today?”

“Hongjoong.”

“Apologies, I’m just trying to understand. It doesn’t make sense… dragging it out is just torturous, who would benefit from this?”

“The royal family is meant to be strong, the fact she’s still alive is proof of that, although perhaps this has nothing to do with her.”

“What?”

“The only person who cares for her is the Crown Prince. I wouldn’t put it beneath the Queen to make the princess’ death look more natural for his sake. If anyone would want an investigation, or could even get one, it would be him. If he can accept her death with his own senses as being natural, no one would be the wiser.”

“Would the Queen really do such a thing?”

“Regardless of her reasoning, I don’t doubt it.”

“Are you really gonna tell the princess about this? What if you’re wrong?”

“Maybe I am, but I won’t hide this from her. She deserves to know what we do and come to her own conclusions.”

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flaneur001 · 1 year ago

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Whitney Theory Time

[CW- talks about mental health, child neglect, random character analysis and unnecessary deep diving into little details (lol)]

I went down a little rabbit hole pertaining to Whitney’s oral fixation. I have known that when something is brought attention to constantly during any story, then it’s not a simple coincidence. I feel like (how Sydney said in the library) that Whitney has a lot going on. And it’s probably not good. I feel like their back story will be very angsty and sad.

So as someone who has studied psychology for a while, I found this…and I feel like I hit the nail on the head (for those morbidly curious like me this is Freud’s theory on oral fixation…and yeah don’t judge me for going all Freudian analysis on Whitney/silly)

So chances of our Whit being a neglected child are very high. But from their general appearance in the game (m!whitney wearing a blazer and f!whitney wearing a long school skirt. Both items are on the costlier side in game) I feel like they come from a well off family? the general hate towards the privileged people they hold, points to either them living a life of privilege but they are so miserable they want to escape? (Tbh their whole schtick sometimes gives rich kid doing all kinds of weird stuff trying to get attention from their absentee parents trope)

Or maybe used to be a part of a well off family? I feel like they are not being able to cope with the sudden change in their lifestyle if this is the case. Thus are trying to sell this fearless image of themselves.

And Is it just me or do you find it weird too that although Whitney is sent to detention Leighton almost never does anything to Whitney besides scolding? I feel like they do come from a powerful background. Otherwise why would all these lackeys follow them around?! And they own a phone to top it all off. I know all the other NNPCs have a phone too but amongst the LIs only Whitney (and Avery) owns a phone?!

The lowkey neurotic and manic tendencies they have towards PC also screams of separation anxiety. (Ahem collection of stuff toys?) For example, them needing to control PC at all times. Their love stat going high only when PC willingly chooses to act on their every whimsical/cruel wishes, them wanting to tattoo their name on PCs face of all places, not being able to be more open/ vulnerable with PC because they feel that PC might leave them.

And their dismissal event also shows just how much their image matters to them, and why they crave to be in control. This is yet another trait they share with Avery, when on low dominance, you can see how humiliated they get whenever PC fights back with them. Add insecurity about looks on top and viola, you have some deep childhood issues (I love complex fully fleshed characters so much)

Also the not being sufficiently fed during nursing part (I’m referring to the picture above) makes me think that the Headcanon about their parents being divorced and maybe their mom moving out at a very young age, seems like a possibility. Hence Whitney not being able to withstand emotional cheating seems like a result of that (I’m just spitballing here…)

So yeah. Thank you for coming to my Ted talk. I feel good after hyperfixating about a fictional character.

[Bonus Angst Headcanon] I like to imagine, if it indeed turns out that Whitney lives in some mansion with their dad, and their mom left when they were young, why do I get a feeling that their mom left them/ said goodbye to them near the water fountain on a rainy day. Them just staring into the fountain with a solemn mood, feels like there is a definite reason behind it. Or maybe they used to come to the fountain and make wishes with their mom? (Yes I like to torture myself with sad thoughts)

#ashewrites📝#flâneur✨#my words💜#tête à tête💜#random thoughts #degrees of lewdity #whitney dol #dol #whitney the bully #rambles

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elainsgirl · 5 months ago

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thank you for always being reasonable.

why are we even discussing whether elain is next? We know she is. Sjm said she knows who the first two spinoff are about, but is choosing between different potential pairings after that. We know she has researched for elains book. So we know elains book is next even without reading the books. And reading the books is so clear. Elain is coming next. And she has chosen Azriel, who is feral over her. It

This fandom is so strange sometimes. Arguing for four years over what is already clear. I've been in this fandom for years, although becoming increasingly disillusioned. I'm tired of being called insane, delusional and anything under the sun for simply reading books as they are and seeing what every other casual reader sees, and minding my own business. I'm leaving now, until we get an announcement. Just like countless others non-confrontational users have left over the years. I can't stand the constant arguing over nothing even though I try to stay out of it and filter it out. It will have been for nothing when elains book is eventually announced. Which has been obvious for four years.

What are your thoughts of all this?

Hey anon 🫶

Thank you sm for the kind words 💕

For antis’ ships to work, as you know, Gwynriel has to happen before Elucien hence Elains book has to come last & Azriels first. Their ships dont logically work otherwise and they know this. The whole reason there’s a debate on whether or not Elains book is next - is due to individuals quite literally being in denial/delusional - hoping through some miracle Sjm will decide to write about Azriel and a new character we have just met instead of the Elain book she had planned and researched well in advance. Apparently Gwyn showing up in a *few* pages of a bonus = her pov next despite the fact - even by using their own flawed logic, Elain appeared in 2 bonuses. One talked about her future arc, the other left her and Az on a cliffhanger which was the same technique used for Nessian/Feysand.

Even eluciens’ know there is no way Lucien is getting his pov in the next book. So if elains book is confirmed to be next - that is the end of elucien. Hence why they go red explaining how her book has to be last despite that contradicting so much of what Sjm has said and confirmed. As for gwynriel, they’re just delusional. When an author has literally stated she left clues for Elains book within the last book yet you are still insisting that Az will share a book with Gwyn - it speaks for itself.

I think these past 4 years have really shown how how far people would go to convince themselves something they hate isn’t happening. It would make a good psychology study tbh - who knows, someone may do it in the future. I think this new wave of antis that have recently joined the fandom: 1) don’t have fandom etiquette 2) have no sense of logically creating an arguement for their ship - that side has genuinely decreased in being logical and making sense. As far as nowadays, they’re just denying canon and lying about the books/interviews. You can’t argue with these types of people’ and they don’t want you to argue with them. Either agree with their baseless takes or get called stupid for disproving them before they block you.

Honestly- I understand the frustration so much, because you’re arguing with something thats so in the face obvious, clear and logical. Ong, its as simple as 2 + 2 = 4 - but then an oddball comes around and says no, Its 5 and you’re just left dumbfounded at how someone can be so confident in being wrong. That is what the acotar fandom feels like. It doesn’t help that Elain/Elriel have always been unpopular therefore have always been hated. As you, I have also been in the fandom for years. I’ve literally grown up and spent teen years in this fandom and year by year, it becomes less enjoyable and more frustrating. I love taking breaks every now and then because you honestly do need to step back from time to time - it helps so much especially if you start getting into other less toxic fandoms.

wise choice anon on leaving the fandom. If thats what you need, then you do you. You’re right, there is literally no point in arguing anymore. Everything has been said and done. Its not like antis are coming up with new and interesting takes to debunk either. This year, I feel like the fandom has been half-dead. Most people have moved on to better things as they should. Sarah isn’t announcing anything anytime soon. For me personally, im going to ride out these last 5 months. Im giving it until May for Mass to announce something about acotar 5. Idc if she only announces who the next book is about. I just need something from her. Whilst I will be deeply satisfied when proven right - in the end, majority of the people will still read an elain/elriel book. So it really does not matter & isn’t that deep.

My general thoughts are - we are going to see a LOT more BS takes from gwynriels & eluciens as they scramble about trying to prove their ship is happening - as time comes closer, I think we will have a lot of antis coming out and saying they don’t care anymore on who the next book is about whilst others that are more deep into the Ga/El side are still going to deny elriel happening. Take breaks and loosely be part of the fandom - we are not getting anything until spring time. There is no point - literally 0 - getting into petty arguements with the other side. Keep your peace, use the block and not interested button as much as you can. Join another fandom - there are so many authors out there who treat their fandoms better then Sjm & her team has treated the acotar fandom.

My blog will always be open to anyone that wants to vent/rant share thoughts or discuss on theories/arguements for and against elriel 🌸

Its just these last few months. It’ll fly by quickly. Hopefully.

#elriel #pro elriel #i love getting relatable anons #We’re in this mess together 💃

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thebibutterflyao3 · 1 year ago

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Day 26 - Prompt: Never @wolfstarmicrofic

January Daily Series - 768 words

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“You know what, never mind,” Sirius said, shaking his head. “I’m just going to-”

“Wait!”

Remus grabbed his hand and pulled him back before he could turn away and flee. He searched Sirius’s face intently. “Did you mean that? You actually like me? Not just half-fancy me or-”

“I don’t half-fancy you!” Sirius clapped a hand to his mouth and closed his eyes tight. This was top tier idiocy. His brother would take the piss out of him if he knew. After a full minute of mental gymnastics, he released it. “I mean, I do, but that’s not why I’m asking.”

When he opened his eyes, Sirius was startled to find Remus grinning. “What’s so funny? Am I a joke to you?”

Remus’s grin widened. “Not a joke, but it is a little amusing that the bloke who swans through a room like the fucking Queen is fumbling this so badly.”

“Swan? First I’m splashy, now I’m a swan? What is with you and these bird metaphors?”

“Uh-uh. No deflecting. You asked me to “try this,” Remus teased, flapping a hand between their chests. “You don’t get to criticise my choice of words.”

“Well, I'll take it back then! You and your Welsh nonsense can go suck rocks!”

Remus threw his head back and laughed. His body shook with his overwhelming glee, and if Sirius’s chest didn’t warm a bit at the raspy sound, he’d have shoved him away. It was a smoker’s laugh, half-cough and half-wheeze. Still, something about it stuck in Sirius’s ribs.

“Kick…not suck,” Remus forced out, holding his side as he caught his breath. “It’s ‘go kick rocks.’”

“Whatever, it’s a stupid saying anyway.”

“Oh, don’t pout. I thought it was sweet.”

Remus was using his own words against him. Clever git. Sirius fought back a smile and pointed at him with a narrow-eyed glare.

“Shut it. Do you want to or not?”

“Are you threatening me if I don’t? Besides, you need to make up your mind if you want me to ‘shut it’ or answer you. I can’t do both,” Remus said. He was entirely too smug now.

Sirius shook Remus’s hand off and threw his arms up in frustration. “Why are you so infuriating? It’s a simple fucking question, Remus!”

“Hmm, perhaps I can do both. I’d have to kiss you though, and I’m not sure that you can handle it in your current state of distress-”

One step forward, Remus’s wool jumper fisted in his hands, and a hard pull. That’s all it took to bring that snarky mouth down to his level. Sirius smashed their lips together, then shoved him away.

“Now who’s in a ‘state of distress?’” he taunted, smirking at Remus’s open-mouthed gape.

The bloke recovered faster than he expected and jerked forward. Remus wrapped his long, knobby fingers around Sirius’s neck and their lips crashed together violently. Sirius gasped into the kiss as a rush of adrenaline surged through his body from the pressure of Remus’s palm against his throat. He swallowed hard and gripped Remus’s jumper with both hands.

Remus deepened the kiss gently and the intensity shift of the snog made Sirius’s chest clench. The hand at his throat slid to the side of his neck as his thumb stroked along Sirius’s jaw. It was hypnotic the way his tongue mirrored his touch, slowly and purposefully softening their connection.

When Remus pulled away, he pressed two small kisses to Sirius’s lips, as if he was apologising for needing to breathe. He rested his forehead against Sirius’s and smiled, a genuine smile this time. There were no remnants of his previous teasing in that smile.

“Yes, if that wasn’t clear,” Remus said, nodding slightly. “I want to try this too.”

“Even if it’s hard? Long-distance is shite.”

Remus released a breathy laugh. “I snogged you in the middle of a pub with dozens of people staring at us. I think I can manage a little travel to see you.”

“Yes, well…alright,” Sirius said, unused to being at a loss for words. It was one thing to choose not to speak what was on his mind, and entirely another to have nothing in his mind.

“Although, I hadn’t expected an audience,” he added, lips twitching as scattered applause sounded from behind him.

Sirius hugged Remus’s waist and tucked his face into his chest. He was surrounded by arms that held him so carefully, as if Remus was afraid to break him. This man was impossibly lovely. He was everything Sirius needed, and in three days he’d have to leave him behind.

That’s future Sirius’s problem.

Next Part>>>

#wolfstar microfic #wolfstar #remus lupin #sirius black #the marauders #marauders

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weirdgenetic-fuckup · 1 year ago

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Can you do a castor fic where the reader is also in a band? your castor fics are soo good btw <3

A/n: tysm <3 I'm so glad people love Castor as much as I do! I need to write for him more :') I know not many people write for him, I've also been thinking about London Hudson(Slash's son) a lot recently and was wondering if anyone would be interested in something about him🤔

Warnings: Smut, finger(f receiving), oral(f receiving), squirting, size!kink, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

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Bastardane was going on tour and decided to bring along another band with them, that band just so happened to be yours. You were the drummer of another small band and when you guys were offered the chance to go on tour with another metal band you took it with open arms.

The tour wasn’t a break for your band as you were working on songs for your next album, the driving was a good opportunity for writing and banging out some good riffs and whatnot for when you got back, and when you did you guys went straight to the nearest studio.

During your time with Bastardane your band got pretty close with them. They were great people with great energies to be around and it made the whole trip such a positive experience.

You ended up especially close with the other drummer, Castor. You kept chalking it up to being because you were both drummers but on more than one occasion you two had been caught cuddling together, dancing together and doing other romantic things. Still, you refused to believe it was anything more than just being friendly...

This particular day you were so tired of everyone and everything. You dropped by a grocery store because you were running low on food, a group of girls started following you around and doing whatever they could to make your time a living hell. A random dude yelled at you when your card didn’t work the first try and you almost left without any of your things.

Finally, when you thought you were in a place where you could get out some of that anger you kept messing up on your parts. You started too soon, too late. You hit the wrong drum, repeatedly. Nothing was going your way.

Your band went to get lunch, they wanted you to come but you declined, refusing to leave until you’d gotten through a full song with no mistakes. They asked you over and over again to come with them but you wouldn’t budge and they eventually left with the intention to bring you back something to eat.

Not long after they left you heard a knock on the door and it fucked up what you were playing. You threw your drumstick and it bounced off your hi-tom. The door opened and in came Castor, although he entered hesitantly after having seen your little fit.

“How’s it going?” He asked with a soft smile as he slowly came closer to you. You reached over to pick up your stick and went back to getting through the song, starting at the beginning again. “That good, huh?” You didn’t hear him, choosing instead to just go harder until you had it right.

It wasn’t that easy and you made another mistake. This time you just froze and closed your eyes, taking a deep breath before throwing your stick again. It made it across the room and hit the wall on the other side with enough force that it snapped in half.

Seeing the two pieces on the floor you just sat back on your seat and let out the breath you took. Your seat rocked and you tipped back, landing hard on your tailbone. “Mother fucker!” You yelled, getting up and throwing the seat away as well. You were huffing and could feel tears brimming in your eyes.

A hand came on your shoulder and you turned to see Castor looking down at you with a worried expression. “Uh, I was told you were having a rough day.” He said, glancing around the room. “Didn’t know it was quite this bad.”

“Oh, fuck off, would you?” You groaned and went to get your seat back.

“Why don’t you take a break?” He asked, trying to keep a calm tone in hopes of calming you down as well. “Might help clear your mind so you could get it right without putting a hole in the wall.” He had a small smile, adding a teasing hint to his voice.

You dropped your seat back in its spot. “I don’t need a break.” You grumbled.

“I think you do.” Again he turned you to face him.

“I’m fine, I just need to get this right.” You said, taking a step. Castor stopped you, lifted you onto your drumset with ease.

“You’re taking a break.” He repeated more firmly. You scoffed and crossed your arms over your chest.

“What, am I just supposed to sit here?” You looked up at Castor and noticed his gaze was wandering. “Cas?” His eyes quickly met yours and he gave a small hum in acknowledgement. You looked down to see what he’d been looking at.

You were wearing a skirt, a tight faux leather one, one that rode up your thighs when you spread your legs even slightly and revealed your panties at the right angle. You looked back up at Castor and his gaze had fallen to your panties again, this time he seemed less embarrassed to do so, biting his lower lip.

You enjoyed the way he looked at you. Hungry, lustful eyes, a window into his filthiest thoughts.

Castor got on his knees between your legs, looking up at you for affirmation that this was ok. You bit your lip and give him a quick nod. He pushed your skirt up a little more and pulled your panties down your thighs. He admired your slick folds for a moment, pressing a few kisses to your inner thighs before lapping up your juices.

You watched him between your head rolling back and your eyes closing from the pleasure. He was watching you, seeing what made you feel the best, how your face morphed when he did something you liked.

He pushed one long digit into you, curling it inside you until he heard a noise he liked. He proceeded to hit that same spot over and over again, relishing the way it made you squirm.

When he noticed you were close he pulled away. You whined loudly at the sudden lack of sensation only to calm right down when Castor undid his jeans and pulled himself out of his boxers. His cock was hard and leaking, begging for you just as much as you were for him.

He held a hand out to you. “Spit.” He ordered. You did as you were told and spit in his hand. He stroked himself a few times, using your saliva as lube before pushing himself into you.

You let out a loud gasp as he hit deep inside you, making your stomach bulge slightly. You always thought you just liked that he was taller than you because it made cuddling easier, you’d never thought it would go deeper than that. Both figuratively and literally.

Castor gave you a moment to adjust to his size, not moving until you told him he could. He went slow at first, trying to savour the feelings but soon the sounds you were making got to him and he couldn’t stop himself from going faster.

He held your hips as he rammed his hips into you, making you moan louder and louder. He groaned in your ear, mumbling about how good you felt around him, how badly he wanted this.

A knot built in your gut, a familiar yet different feeling. “Fuck, Cassey, ‘m gonna cum.” You mumbled. Your hands were on the toms behind you, needing to hold onto something. Castor moved a hand and started rubbing circles on your clit. You came hard around him, watching your cum squirt over his abdomen, soaking into his shirt and jeans.

You knocked your cymbals over and the rest of the set eventually went down with it, drowning out both your sounds. Castor didn’t stop. He held you close while he fucked you, bouncing you on his dick. You could feel him twitching inside you, ready to burst and soon he did. You could feel his hot cum hitting your gummy walls while he moaned into your ear.

He carefully set you back down farther away from the fallen drums. You pulled your skirt back down, Castor examined your drumset. “Nothing seems broken.” He said, picking up your panties off the floor and shoving them in his pocket. He got himself back into his damp pants before turning to you.

You had a knowing look, your arms crossed over your chest once more. “What?” He asked, feigning innocence. He patted the small bump in his pocket. “I’m keeping these.” You smiled at him, taking a few steps closer and leaning up to kiss him. Knowing that he’s a giraffe, he met you halfway.

When you pulled away you looked back to the mess, chewing your cheek. “I don’t wanna clean this up.” You said, looking to Castor for an answer.

“Lunch?” He asked, holding a hand out for you to take. You happily accepted the offer and followed him out of the studio.

#bastardane #bastardane smut #bastardane x reader #castor hetfield x reader #castor hetfield smut #castor hetfield

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averagecontentenjoyer121 · 7 months ago

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I don’t like Zeus in normal mythology and that Bias has 100% made its way into this story.

Anyway it times for more of Zeus parenting

Chapter 7: Home

(Now listen to legendary and Little wolf)

Telemachus retreats back to his room when at the top of the steps he sees an exhausted Athena sitting against the wall. He walks to his balcony, “Tell me Athena why you came to my aid.” Athena sat there staring at him, shocked he could recognize her, for the last time she saw him was right before his father set out for Troy 13 years ago. She began to speak.

(Now Listen to We’ll Be Fine)

That night Athena stands outside Ithaca’s walls; she had been reinvigorated through seeing Telemachus, so much like his father. She stood there still catching her breath from the excessive use of her powers, waiting. Then suddenly a bolt of light rushed beside her. “Now did you call me ‘ere to catch up, spend time with my grandson, or do you need help.” Grinned Hermes. “First, is there anything you know about where Odysseus is.”

“Afraid I can’t say I know. Last I saw him he was at Circe’s. My band came down to give ‘em a hand and encouragement. Although I think Dionysus was trying to convince Odysseus to sleep with her, that's just like him.”

“Now, can you take me to Olympus?”

Woah! Hold on, no mortal can go into Olympus. And I’m a messenger, I don’t transport people, I transport words.”

“Father wanted me to prove myself, maybe this is how.”

“Sounds like it’d at best break the rules and at worst tick your dad off. I’m in.”

“Quick to change your mind.”

“All you have to do to convince me of a plan is for it to cause chaos, that’s funny.”

High above the clouds in the palace of gods Zeus waits for his daughter, knowing of her intentions. As soon as she steps into the palace she demands that Odysseus be let free, that what’s happened to him is unjust. Zeus stares down at her, his head shrouded in clouds. He leans forward, “Seems you’ve become more like them. What right do you have to make demands of me as a mortal? You haven’t proven that you should be a god in any respect. You haven’t proven your wisdom, strategies, or justice. So why do you think you can come here?”

“Because, as I’ve said father, what’s happened to Odysseus isn’t justice-“

“He stabbed the eye of Poseidon’s child.”

“Yes but he wouldn’t have had to if the cyclops didn’t threaten them. Doesn’t that break your rules of hospitality? So you choose to be unjust?”

“Smart play daughter. Fine I shall give your audience. Let us meet above the home city of you favored human.”

(Begin listening to God Games then pause at ‘Who’s them?’)

Athena pondered before her father’s voice thundered out once more

(Continue watching God Games until Zeus starts listing off the names of the gods)

Athena stood there for a second scared that she would have to face the gods who she played a part in getting exiled. She then regains her composure.

(Continue after ‘bring it’ until Aphrodite.)

Aphrodite stood there glaring at Athena. She could feel the bitterness in Aphrodite's eyes.

(Continue until ‘Please reconsider this’)

Aphrodite stood there surprised at the desperation of Athena. Her mind began to sway

(Continue until ‘ares’)

Athena stood in pain as Ares used his divine powers to cripple her for the moment. She saw him approach her with a wide grin as sharp as a blade, as he brandished steel talons on his gauntlets

(Continue God Games until it’s finished)

The thunderstorm stood there towering over the charred, bloody body of its daughter. Her hand grasping his then fell slack as she blacked out from the immense pain she was in. It stood there quietly as all the crowd starred in disbelief. It then slid one of its feet under the side of her torso. With little effort it kicked her off. Her unconscious body fell back down to the mortals and landed in the sea. She would later wash ashore Ithaca again. This time however, scarred.

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ourtearsofrain · 7 months ago

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The Barbarians (D.R.W/S.F.K) - Chapter 6

Pairings: Danny Wagner x Sam Kiszka

Genre: angst

Word Count: just under 4.2k

Warnings: AU typical events/threats/violence (later in the series), thoughts of killing someone else but it’s very homoerotic

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Still The Children Smiling, Can We See No Sin

Sam

Friday, July 8th

“In two weeks, 23 of you will be dead. One of you will be alive, who that is depends on how well you pay attention over the next three days, particularly to what I’m about to say.” Me, I’m going to be that one. Everyone else here will die, by my hands or someone else’s. “First, no fighting with the other tributes, you’ll have plenty of time for that in the arena.” Easy enough, although no promises if Hazel gets on my nerves. And that guy from 7, he keeps flashing me dirty glances and then when I try to make eye contact, he refuses to meet it. What’s his deal? “There are four compulsory exercises, the rest will be individual training. My advice is: don’t ignore the survival skills. Everybody wants to grab a sword, but most of you will die from natural causes. 10% from infection, 20% from dehydration. Exposure can kill as easily as a knife.” They’re wasting their own time telling us this, well, at least the tributes from 1 and 2, we’ve been fed this shit in school every year since we were 12.

Their lead trainer turns and walks away from the group without another word, signaling to them that their training had begun. What is it with these people and never ending a conversation? Seriously, they all just walk away when they’re done speaking.

“So, what station should we do first?” Hazel appears at Sam’s side with a smile, hope flashing behind her eyes.

“‘We’ aren’t going anywhere. I’m going to the sword station first.”

Hazel’s expression falls as he walks away from her, quickly trying to catch up as she plasters a smile back onto her face. “Then I will too.”

Sam rounds on her, keeping his voice low and even as he remembers what the trainer had said about fighting between tributes. “Why? Why are you following me around? We have different skills; it’ll be more useful if you go to stations with yours.”

“It will be more useful if we both stick together and present as a united front. Just think about it, if the others see that we’re already allies even before going into the arena, they won’t dare try anything with us, they’ll be too afraid.”

Frustration fills Sam at the validity of her argument. He knew she was right, he just didn’t want to admit it. “Fine. Stay out of my way though.” Sam steps up to the station, aware of the assistant watching his every move as he considers each option before him. Are none of these sharpened? How do they expect us to train with them, then?

As if the assistant could read his mind, he steps towards him, offering an explanation. “These dull swords are for sparring, one-on-one combat with me. If you’d prefer to practice on a dummy, we have separate, sharpened swords.”

“Oh, ok. So, I can fight you to practice?”

“If you wish.” Sam looks the assistant up and down, considering his likelihood of winning against him. He was of similar build to him, slightly shorter; Sam knew he could easily win a match against him. Winning was all that mattered, he needed the other tributes to see his skills.

“Alright, I choose a Gladius.” He picks the hunk of metal up, testing the weight of it. It wasn’t as nice as the ones he had trained with, but it was for training; he only hoped that the ones they gave them in the arena would be higher quality. Sam steps onto the mat, immediately falling into a ready position as the assistant follows suit. “You ready?”

He cocks an eyebrow at Sam, a small smile playing across his lips as if he expected Sam to fail quickly. “Are you?”

Before he can respond, the assistant leaps forward, stabbing the point of the sword towards his stomach. Sam blocks it easily, counterattacking with a slashing motion aimed at his exposed side. Just before it makes contact, the assistant recovers, deflecting the move with the blade at the base of the hilt. Damn, thought that would get him. The pair duel for what feels like hours to Sam, his frustration growing each time his opponent blocks each of his moves, attacking with increasingly intricate countermoves. Finally, Sam sees his opportunity, taking it faster than he can think as his training had hard-wired his mind for battle. Catching the assistant’s sword hand with his blade, his grip loosens, causing the man to shift his focus from blocking another attack to getting his grip back on the blade. In this second of distraction, Sam stabs his sword forward, hitting the man in the center of his abdomen.

The assistant relaxes, nodding slightly to Sam before leaving the dueling space and standing wait for his next opponent. Sam returns his sword to the weapons table only for Hazel to find his side immediately. “That was great, and even better, I think more than half the tributes here were watching when you won.”

“Good.” Now they know what I can do, what I will do if they run into me. “What’s next?”

“Knives. You’ve had your time to impress everyone, so now it’s my turn.”

“Seems fair.” Sam follows Hazel as she makes her way over to the knife training station, a long table with assorted blades laid out before three practice targets about 20 feet away from them. He zones out as she methodically considers her options, finally landing on three throwing knives and moving to stand before the targets. She raises one of the knives up, taking a grounding breath before sending it flying through the air with all the strength she can muster.

It hits the direct center of the target, its impact ringing out against the metal walls. She throws the other two knives, one after the other, striking each target dead center with ease. She turns back to him with a self-impressed smile, her eyes darting to something behind Sam’s head. He doesn’t get the chance to turn to see what or who she was looking at as two tributes appear at his side.

“Nice aim.” The male comments, turning his attention towards Sam. “I saw you fight too. We think you could make useful allies.” The female tribute nods in agreement before he continues. “I’m Vanil, this is Amaram. District 2.”

“And what skills do you two have?” Sam asks before Hazel can agree, sensing her excitement.

“I’m also good with throwing knives, and Vanil is deadly with a war hammer. He can do a hell of a lot of damage with a machete too.” Amaram’s response is flat, stating basic information without letting any emotion into her tone. “We’re both highly trained in survival skills too.”

“We’ll consider it.” The other two tribute’s expressions stay neutral, only nodding once as if his answer was satisfactory enough for them.

“Good.” Without another word, the pair turn and leave, making their way over to other training stations.

“Why didn’t you accept their offer?” Hazel questions him the second they’re out of earshot, her brows furrowed in confusion.

“If we accept their offer too eagerly, it’ll look like we need them. They’d think we are weak and unable to survive on our own and they’d turn on us as soon as they could.”

“Oh. Yeah, I guess. Alright, have you seen any other tributes you’d like to offer allyship to?”

Sam considers her words, carefully analyzing the others in the room as they’re each consumed with their own tasks. His eyes land on Daniel, a group of three young tributes watching as he explains an axe to them. “The male from 7.”

“What? Why?” She looks towards him, distaste passing over her features. “Just look at him, he’s weak. Offering help to any tribute who’s 14 or younger. What’s he gonna do, become a mother hen to them in the arena? He’ll be killed trying to protect them.”

As she finishes speaking, Daniel turns towards the targets, seemingly easily launching a full-sized axe through the air with one arm. It imbeds itself into a practice dummy, hitting it straight in between where its eyes would be. “Still think he’s weak?” A haughty smile twists Sam’s lips as Hazel’s cheeks tint at how she had underestimated the other tribute. “And the only reason he’s taking them under his wing is to get sponsors, why else would he?”

“How would that get him sponsors?”

“Just think about it; big, strong man from 7 who can probably survive on his own just fine choosing to be allies with younger, less experienced tributes. The Garden will eat that up, call him a hero or some shit.”

“Huh, didn’t know they were so smart with strategic planning in 7. How about a bet, then?”

“What?”

“I think he’ll die in the bloodbath protecting those kids, you don’t. How long do you give him?”

“A couple days with the kids tagging along, maybe a week or two without them.”

“So, it’s a deal?”

“It’s a deal. Get ready to lose, Hazel Fairfield.”

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Saturday, July 9th

The first day of training had passed quickly as Sam and Hazel moved from station to station, sticking to the weapons they knew they excelled at, agreeing to save the training stations dedicated to survival skills for the second day. The pair had been at the edible plants station for no longer than five minutes before they’re joined by two others, Vanil and Amaram.

“Give any more thought to our offer?” Vanil cuts straight to the point the second Sam turns towards him, looking between him and Hazel questioningly.

“We have.” Don’t sound too eager, think of it as a business transaction. They aren’t your friends, in the end, they will be your enemy. “We think you’d make valuable allies in the arena.”

“Good, smart choice. So, I heard you both volunteered?”

Hazel’s quick to respond, her lie convincing all but Sam. “Yep, the female tribute from our district was just a kid, so I volunteered.”

“So did we, not for a younger tribute though.” Amaram offers, her voice and expression still flat and devoid of emotion.

“What about you, Samuel? I heard you were jealous of your brothers.” Vanil smiles at Sam maliciously, as if he were trying to get him to snap.

Keep your cool, don’t let him know that his comment has any effect on you. Sam plasters a smile on his face, not reaching his eyes as he collects himself to respond. “Well, I hate to tell you that you’ve heard wrong, but.”

“Oh? Then why did you volunteer? Some noble cause like your partner?”

“Nope, just wanted a shot in the arena, figured I’ve waited long enough. Same as you, I’d guess.”

“You’d guess correct. Tell me then, if that’s a lie, is the rumor that you took out extra food rations to get into the reaping more a lie as well?”

“That one’s actually true, like I said, I’ve waited long enough.” Sam’s attention is ripped from the other Careers as he sees Daniel move towards him, having been coaching the other three tributes that had been following him around at the fire-starting station nearby. He doesn’t think much of it until Daniel snakes in between the others, his fist suddenly slamming into his jaw, rattling his skull as his vision cuts out momentarily from the sheer force of his punch.

“You fucking entitled ass bitch!” Daniel’s face is painted with rage as he moves to strike again, his voice echoing off the walls as all tributes in the room pause their training to watch the interaction. Just as Sam moves to hit him back, a Peacekeeper grabs Daniel from behind, dragging the man away as others rush to intervene. “Let me go!” As he continues to fight against the Peacekeeper behind him, another moves to his front, sending a punch into his stomach, effectively knocking the wind from his lungs and stopping his fight.

While he’s still incapacitated, the two Peacekeepers grab him by the arms, dragging him from the room, his eyes still furious and trained right on Sam. The second the doors close behind him, the room is silent, all tributes standing with wide eyes at the event that had just unfolded between the two. “Alright people, as you were. May I remind you, there is no fighting between tributes during training.”

And just like that, everyone resumes their previous activities, acting as if nothing had happened. “That was a solid blow, man. You good?”

Sam drops his hand from his sore jaw as Vanil’s eyes find him, keeping his tears at bay. “Yeah, barely even felt it. Have no idea what his problem is.”

Despite his words, Hazel still looked concerned for Sam, knowing better than to voice it with the other two tributes present. “Let’s just hope it doesn’t bruise, it’d be a shame to have it during your interview with Claudius.”

“Yeah, yeah it would.”

Still sensing that something was wrong, Hazel tries to comfort him in whatever way she can, given their surroundings. “Don’t worry, we can get him at the bloodbath. With those kids flocking to him, he’ll be an easy target.”

“Yeah.” Sam offers them a half-hearted smile as he turns back to the training station, busying himself with the activity as his mind wanders back to Daniel. I want him dead. I want to sink my sword straight into his chest, feel his fucking dying breath on my lips. I want to watch the light leave those beautiful hazel eyes, to be so close to him I can see each individual freckle on his gorgeous nose. I want him. Dead.

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Forgetting the End as Your New Life Has Begun

Danny

Friday, July 8th

“In two weeks, 23 of you will be dead. One of you will be alive, who that is depends on how well you pay attention over the next three days, particularly to what I’m about to say.” How encouraging. “First, no fighting with the other tributes, you’ll have plenty of time for that in the arena.” Why would I want to fight anyone before the games? Actually, maybe that Samuel guy. He won’t stop fucking looking at me. Maybe trying to determine how easy to target I’ll be. “There are four compulsory exercises, the rest will be individual training. My advice is: don’t ignore the survival skills. Everybody wants to grab a sword, but most of you will die from natural causes. 10% from infection, 20% from dehydration. Exposure can kill as easily as a knife.” Again, how encouraging. At least she’s being honest.

As the lead trainer turns and walks away from the group without another word, Danny turns to Daphne. “So, what do you want to do first?”

“Ropes course? I’m good at climbing trees, should be fairly the same, right?”

“Sounds good to me, kid. C’mon, let’s go before too many tributes find their way over there.” The pair walk briskly over to their first chosen training station, thankful to find they were the first in line. He lets Daphne go first, watching her carefully as she scurries up the ropes for any minor mistakes that could prove fatal in the arena. Finding none, he smiles, relieved to see that she confidently and easily leapt and balanced on the thin ropes above him. If something happens to me, she can stick to the trees. Keep herself safe enough for as long as possible.

She makes it to the other side quickly, jumping down with cat-like ability. Impressive. I definitely can’t do that. He offers her a light slap on the back as she finds his side again, looking up at him with the need for input clearly written across her face. “That was great, you’re a natural.”

“Thanks, Danny. Now it’s your turn, try and beat my time.”

“If I do that, I’m breaking my neck before I even set foot in the arena.” His words are light as he makes his way to the start of the course, stopping before the rope and inhaling a deep breath through his nose. Knowing he’d make better time (and impress or intimidate other tributes), he jumps to give himself a head start, catching the rope between his hands as he pulls himself to the top, not using his legs to assist himself. Despite the burning in his arms as he hoists himself to the top of the course, he leaps between the netted roping, using his momentum to keep his balance.

The end of the coarse blindsides him, and he saves himself from falling right off the edge by jumping at the last second, his hands blindly finding the last rope hanging from the ceiling. He barely feels the burn against his palms as he slides down it, the callouses from years of chopping wood protecting his skin. When he looks back to Daphne, he sees that she hadn’t been watching him alone, two other young tributes had joined her while he was running the course. They move to leave when they see him approach until he smiles at them, their fear pausing at the warmth in his expression.

“That was cool.” The male tribute speaks as the female tribute nods, still unsure on if she should stay or not.

“Thanks. What’s your guy’s names?”

“Fletch, District 12.”

“Daisy, District 11.”

“Fletch, Daisy; nice to meet you, I’m Danny and my friend here is Daphne.” He looks around the room, trying to find the other tributes from 11 and 12, only to see them occupied talking to the Careers from District 2. “Why aren’t you guys with the other tributes from your district? They don’t want to stick with you guys?”

“Nope.” Fletch’s answer is short, frustrated as anger flashes across his features.

“They said we’re too young, we have no chance at surviving so it’s pointless for them to try to train or be allies with us.”

Assholes. Despite his anger at the other tributes for throwing their partners aside, he manages to control his expression, still knowing to be careful not to scare them. “Well, you guys can stick with us if you want. How old are you two anyway?”

“13.”

“14, almost 15.” Fletch stands a little taller at his words, sending a smile to Danny’s lips.

“That’s good enough for me, Daphne here’s 12. Want me to show you guys something cool?” All three kids nod eagerly, following Danny as he makes his way over to the axe training station. “Any of you have any experience with these?” All but Daphne shakes their heads, leading him to motion them over to the table to explain each weapon. “This one is a throwing axe, they’re lightweight, entirely metal, and sharpened on three sides. The bottom of the handle, or haft, is also pointed, so you can do some damage with that end too. They’re great for distance if you have an accurate aim and good strength.” He sets the small axe down, picking up another, medium sized one. “This is an archer’s axe, good for close range and chopping wood. So, great for fighting and survival skills. This one is a double headed axe, and this a battle axe. The blades are sharp, but the weapon is heavy. They’re really only good in battle if you have a strong arm and good control of it. Now, on to my favorite.”

Danny picks up an axe he had the most practice with, one he had “trained” with for years. “This is a felling axe. Ideal for chopping wood, but if you have a strong arm and lots of practice, you can do this.” He turns away from them, moving the end of the handle to his left hand as he steps to line himself up about 10 feet away from one of the practice dummies. Summoning all his strength, he swings his arm back over his shoulder in a controlled motion before launching it at the dummy. It strikes it right in the center of its head, in between where a human’s eyes would be. Satisfied with himself, he walks over to the dummy, wrestling the imbedded blade out of the material before he turns back to the other three tributes, all watching him with wide eyes.

“That was so- so-”

“Cool?” Danny offers.

As Daisy goes to agree, Fletch cuts her off, his voice riddled with excitement. “That was more than cool! Can you teach us?”

“I can try.” Danny laughs out, replacing the felling axe on the table to grab the throwing axes. “Let’s try with these first though, they’re easier to learn.”

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Saturday, July 9th

“Alright, so you want to create a clearing for the fire, get rid of anything that could catch. We don’t need to burn down the entire arena accidentally.” I mean that wouldn’t be too bad. As Danny explains, he shows Daphne, Fletch, and Daisy with the small model he had built, moving the dried leaves and sticks until he has a clear circle of dirt. “Then, you want to line the circle with large rocks if you have them, this prevents it from getting out of control. Next, you want to put some small sticks down to act as a platform of sorts and cover it with dry leaves or whatever you’re burning.”

As he tries to gather the last of his materials, he can’t help but overhear the conversation between the Careers a few stations down. “So, I heard you both volunteered?” Can’t fucking imagine volunteering for the games willingly. How much of an ego do you have to have to do that? Danny tries his best to ignore the group, needing to focus on the task at hand.

“So uh, then if you don’t have matches or anything like that, you want to cut a ‘V’ into a flat piece of wood and fill that with bark. Then you take a stick like this and place it in that ‘V’.”

“Nope, just wanted a shot in the arena, figured I’ve waited long enough. Same as you, I’d guess.” God, he thinks so highly of himself. Ignore him, you need to focus.

“Then, you want to rub it back and forth between your flat palms while pressing down gently on the wood. When it begins to spark, transfer those sparks to the leaves and blow on it to create a fire.”

“Tell me then, if that’s a lie, is the rumor that you took out extra food rations to get into the reaping more a lie as well?”

“That one’s actually true, like I said, I’ve waited long enough.” What?! Danny’s mind goes blank as rage consumes him, ripping his attention to Samuel and the other Careers. They look fucking happy about it? As if wasting food to get into a fight to the death is fine? Who the fuck does he think he is?!

Not thinking straight, he stands, stalking over to Samuel and weaving between the others surrounding him. Before he can stop himself, his hand forms a fist, and he sends it straight into his jaw with all the force he can muster. He looks surprised, good. I hope he remembers this shit when we get into the arena. “You fucking entitled ass bitch!” Danny screams at him, his rage tearing his vocal cords apart. As he raises his fist again, a Peacekeeper appears out of nowhere, dragging him backwards away from the other man.

“Let me go!” He fights as hard as he can to evade the Peacekeepers grasp, all the progress he had made ending up useless as another punches him hard in the stomach. Fuck. That hurt, I deserve it. Fuck, what have I done? They move to grab his arms, pulling him away from Samuel. Despite the pain radiating through his abdomen, he keeps his furious eyes locked on Samuel’s, happy to see fear flashing behind them as he’s led away.

The moment the doors close behind them, the Peacekeepers don’t stop their path, flooding Danny with terror. Are they going to kill me for what I pulled? Fuck. Daphne needs me in there. The other kids too. “Where are you taking me?” He tries to keep his voice even, not fighting against the Peacekeepers as they lead him through the halls.

“Back to your floor. You’re done for the day.”

“Really? That’s it?” Neither respond as his body relaxes, their grips on him loosening as they distance themselves from the training room, knowing that he had nowhere else to run. That could have been a lot worse. That was a stupid move on my part, I should know better. He’s just so entitled, so egotistical, it’s infuriating. He took out unnecessary rations, meanwhile my sister and I are near starving in 7, with more families than I can count maxing out their extra rations just to stay fed. I swear to God, if I get the chance in that arena, I’m killing him as soon as possible.

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cheynovak · 1 year ago

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Forest Green Eyes - PART 3

Castiel & Y/N Winchester

Warnings: Bad family dynamic, over protected, abuse, bad language …

Side note: English isn’t my first language.

Words: 1142

This story takes place after the SPN finally. Jack asked Castiel to go back to earth to be the guardian angel of Y/N. Cas accepts this task but only to discover that Y/N is the biological child of Dean.

Part 4 - online now

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All Castiel could think of is how he wanted to hold her in his arms forever. How right this feels.

It has been a long time since he felt these feelings. But is there a chance he feels this way because she reminds him of.... him?

Even though the bunker had no windows Castiel knew the sun was already shining.

He looked down, Y/N hadn’t moved since last night. She looked so peaceful when she slept.

Her hair was a perfectly untouched, her breath steady and slow, her arm resting over his chest.

Last night was special for him. She had told Steve that she would always choose Cas.

Steve clearly was jealous that Y/N and Castiel were so close. But he of course had no idea what they went through. “You walk around pretty much naked!” He yelled “I’m always wearing clothes!” She answered “Yeah, if you call underwear clothing.”

“Christ! Steve I always wear shirts and shorts! Don’t overreact, Cas never noticed what I wear.”

“Oh really? Cause last night when you decided that it was a great idea to socialise and watch tv together I definitely saw him staring at your legs!”

Castiel knew that ear dropping was bad, but he told himself that all he did was protecting you. “Did he stare at her? Glanced maybe...” Besides after the fight, when he checked on her, she admitted that she needed him, she trusted him.

The angel started smiling like a mad man thinking about that.

Although he didn’t want to move or end this perfect moment, he knew she had to go to work. But it was Friday so maybe they could have a movie night. While the angel was in deep thoughts Y/N woke up.

“Goodmorning.” she yawned. “Goodmorning beautiful.” A silent pause. She lifted herself of the bed. She smiled a little... awkward he noticed, while she searched for new clothes and walked to her bedroom.

“Eh, I was thinking, maybe we could have a movie night tonight?” Castiel asked to change the mood in the room.

“Yeah sure. But I really need to leave now I'm already late.” “Really not looking forward seeing Steve.” She mumbled as she walked out.

Well that couldn’t be more awkward he thought. But at least he had a purpose for the day.

Searching for a good movie and snacks!

It was almost 3 pm when Y/N texted Cas:

“You mind going for a drink instead of movie night? X “

“Where do we meet?”

“Roadhouse? Anna and Tom will be there after work.”

Great he thought, he was invited to go have a drink with her colleague and his girlfriend. She just invited him so she wouldn’t feel bad for ditching their movie night.

“If you want a night with friends, I can pass. No hard feelings.”

“Castiel, YOU are my friend. See you at 7 <3 “

That night you, Anna and Tom walk in straight to their usual table. Anna immediately eyed a not so bad looking man the other end. “Y/N why don’t you get the first round?”

While you walked away. Anna looked at Tom “The best way for her to forget Steve is meet new people.” She grinned. “Maybe we should mind our own.” He answered shaking his head.

The second Y/N leaned against the bar the guy walked over. “Hey honey, haven’t seen you here before.” Y/N side eyed the man, ignoring him hoping he’d walk away.

But instead, he laid his hand around her shoulder. “Listen, buddy, I’m really not interested so take your beer and leave me alone please.” She said while removing his hand a little aggressive.

“Feisty, I love it.” He grinned

" You have no idea.”

Both of you looked behind the man, Castiel had just walked in. He placed his hand on the man’s shoulder passive aggressive telling him to walk away.

“This your boyfriend honey? Isn’t he a little old?”

Without hesitation you walk towards Cas and wrapped your arms around his waist.

“”You have no idea what an older man can offer a girl.” Y/N said in her flirty voice.

Castiel felt his face turning red. But decided to play along. Just as he wanted to kiss the side of her head, she turned and lifted her head to kiss his cheek.

His lips softly stroke hers, not a full-on kiss, but enough for both of them to be startled.

For a second that felt an eternity she looked at Cas, lost in his soft blue eyes, then at his lips. Y/N laid her hand slowly on Castiel’s neck, feeling her fingers going through his hair, and slowly pulling him closer for another kiss. This time their lips touched properly and Castiel pulled her closer by holding a hand between her shoulders and one on her hip.

Even though the kiss didn’t take long, both of them were out of breath. Your foreheads still touching. “Why don’t you go sit with your friends, and I’ll pay for the drinks.” Cas said grinning softly. “Great idea.” She whispered.

Y/N turned around looking at her friends at the table, both looking at her with their mouth open and eyes in shock.

“I don’t want to sound like a drama queen, but isn’t that your roommate?” Tom asked, “You know the dude Steve didn’t have to worry about?”

“Well, Steve doesn’t have to worry about anyone anymore.” You tried to sound normal. “If I had known you were, you know, doing your roommate I wouldn’t have send you of to that good looking guy!” Anna said. “I’m not doing anyone. Cas just helped me out of an awful situation with that so-called good-looking guy.” Y/N’s voice sound frustrating.

After a couple of drinks Anna decided that she wanted a picture. “Social media freak.” Tom whispers to Cas who in return only smiled a little.

“Ok, Y/N get closer to Castiel, Castiel maybe you hold her a little. Tom kneel down in front. I will place myself next to you.”

*Click*

As Anna was giving instructions to the bartender, who was so kind to take a couple of pictures, you felt Castiel’s eyes linger on you.

*Click*

And like a magnet your face turned towards him. You grabbed his hand that hanging over your shoulders. Looking in each other eyes once more grinning.

And alll you could think of was kissing those angelic lips again. But that was the beers you had earlier talking, right...

*Click*

.... Right?

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mossterious · 4 months ago

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For the 2024 in review ask game, 20 and 23?

Eee yay! Thank you!

20- Share your funniest line!

Let me be so real, this one is HARD. What with my memory issues AND just me not really considering myself a funny writer. Especially not ‘one liner’ kind of funny. Like- ‘Armand doing crosswords at the threesome’ is FUNNY, but it’s not a funny line, yknow? And I can't find just one line that's funny, anyway, so we're gonna pick an entire scene. Whoops.

Anyway, I do think that the funniest scene (that I can remember) award goes to... The torture room exchange in Hands Cuffed Are Hands Held, A Person Bound Is A Person Loved!!! (Side note why are my fic names so long).

“Although, if you are set on keeping him alive for any longer, might I suggest a new location for the boy?”

“I’m not letting you move him to the torture room, Armand,” Louis said with a sigh.

“You cannot keep him locked inside of a washroom forever, love,” Armand said, simply. “And the torture room is far more spacious.”

“Yes, but people need to use the torture room,” Louis said. “He can’t just be sitting there when we need to actually torture him.”

“He wouldn’t be sitting there of we-” Armand started.

“We are not killing him yet,” Louis said.

Armand sighed.

“Besides,” Louis continued. “We haven’t told anyone about him, yet. We can’t just bring down to the torture room and have everyone act like they don’t see him.”

Armand nodded. That did, at least, make sense. However- “The torture room at The Azalea is not the only cell we have access to.”

“You want to bring him to- what, the place downtown?” Louis asked.

“No,” Armand said. “Not downtown.”

“Then where?” Louis asked.

“Here,” Armand said. “We have the cell in the basement-”

Louis sighed. “I don’t even know why I let you add that to the floorplan.”

23- If you had to choose one, what was THE most satisfying writing moment of the year?

lol another hard one! But I think that the most satisfying moment was definitely when I finished Unlikely Hello, Unlikely Goodbye. It was the fic that made me feel like a real writer, and also holy shit that was 30 chapters??? And I actually finished writing and posting it in a 2 month period??? Holy moly??? DURING SCHOOL? All the comments and breaking into the MacGyver fandom- everything about it was just so satisfying. AND I'm working on the sequel rn!!! (Also it’s so hard to believe that Unlikely Hello is from TWENTY TWENTY FOUR. WHAT. Feels like forever ago lol.)

#ask a moss #moss' terrible horrible no good very bad writing time

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self-shippy · 7 months ago

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Selfship-tober Day 9: Music

A different POV of a previous day’s prompt! This one will have acts of violence described in more detail. Prompt created by @sennamybeloved

That night was truly magical. The temperature was perfect for an outdoor wedding, everyone was well-behaved, and of course, the bride and groom looked amazing for the occasion. Yes, everything was just as Lora envisioned it would be.

If only the night ended as well as it started.

The thing that Lora remembered most from that night was the music. She remembered how it was faintly playing throughout the whole night, and the music was in every memory of her conversations with others.

“Larry, why are you crying?” Phoenix asked. His friend, Larry, was leaning on him, arm draped over his shoulder. “You know we’ll still hang out, right?”

Larry sniffled. “Well, it’s just… I wanted to be the first one to marry in our friend group!” he admitted, very blatantly.

“So that’s what this is about.” Phoenix groaned, eyebrow twitching. Lora couldn’t help but laugh at the sight.

“Hey, I’ll be right back, okay?” Lora said. “I need to go to the bathroom.”

Phoenix didn’t hesitate to turn his attention to his wife. “Don’t take too long, okay?” he said with his silkiest voice, then gave Lora a quick kiss. “I’ll miss you.”

“You’re so corny,” Lora laughed, then left to do her business.

Navigating the bathroom in a big, poofy dress was no easy feat. She had to choose the biggest stall she could, somehow lift the dress up enough and keep it lifted up, and make sure none of it fell into the toilet water after she was done. When she was finally in the safe zone again, she took a deep breath.

She could hear that the music had turned up, likely an invitation for people to join the dance floor. Well, it’s my wedding, she thought. I’d better go up there at least once! With that, she left the stall to go wash her hands.

Except, she didn’t make it to the sink. Without warning, a piercing pain shot through her side. Well, upon closer inspection, the pain was from a knife piercing her. She followed the hand that held the knife up to the arm, the torso, and finally, the face. The one who stabbed her was a woman, with short, blonde hair. Lora didn’t really see anything else about the woman, as her sight had started to blur and fade out.

“This is for you and your father selling us out a few years ago,” the woman said, then tore through to the front of Lora’s abdomen, letting the knife loose in the process. “And you’d better hope that this kills you, because if it doesn’t, we’ll hunt you down for the rest of your miserable life.”

Someone… Lora thought to herself. I have to let someone know about this! She staggered forward, taking one shaky step at a time towards the door. Her vision kept blurring, and it was going dark in the sides. Eventually, she tripped on her dress, and landed face-first on the floor with no strength to pull herself up.

“Well, I best be going,” the woman said, although Lora could barely register her words. “I don’t want to be here when they find your dead body.”

And then, there was silence. The music from outside was slowly fading away, and Lora was left with nothing but her thoughts.

I hope someone finds me soon. I don’t want to die. But… she said they’d hunt me down, right? She said I should hope this kills me! I don’t want to live in fear for the rest of my life, either! Maybe I could get my identity changed, and they’d never find me. But what about… what about Phoenix?

That’s when it hit her. Phoenix. He can expose them! He’s experienced with exposing criminals! But he’d need a reason to, right? Someone else needs to be framed, right? And above all, how can I guarantee my safety while he finds who did this to me?

Lora could barely hear a scream. Someone must have found me. But I can’t let anyone know I’m aware of this. I must make people think I’m dead.

Acting dead wasn’t all that hard. Lora was practically halfway there, after all. The hardest part was not reacting to feeling Phoenix’s warmth as he held her in his arms. Being dead was quite cold, after all, and she really wanted to savor these few moments with him…

If Lora wasn’t committed to staying perfectly still, she would have shaken her head. I’ll have plenty of time to enjoy Phoenix’s warmth. I’m not dying yet.

Lora could faintly feel Phoenix picking her up and handing her to others. Her body was going numb, so she wasn’t entirely sure what those people were doing. Please let me stay conscious until I can tell someone to announce my death. At least just let me stay alive.

Eventually, Lora could feel air going into and out of her lungs. She knew she didn’t have the strength to be breathing like this. It must have been a life support system. Now’s my chance!

Lora forced her eyes to open, seeing a blurry figure that was vaguely Gumshoe-shaped. She put every ounce of strength she had into speaking. “Gum… shoe…”

The shape turned to her. Perhaps it was from the oxygen entering her body, but she was starting to see and hear clearer. She could even make out Gumshoe saying, “Don’t you worry, pal! We’re getting you to a specialty clinic! You’ll be a-okay!” It was still quite muffled, though.

“Gumshoe…” Lora spoke again. “Tell them… I died.”

Gumshoe stepped back. “But… you just got married! You want to throw that all away?”

Lora slowly shook her head. “It’s temporary. I can’t… explain in full, but there…” she winced from the pain, “there are people… out to get me. They tried to… kill me. I can’t let them know… I lived in such a… vulnerable state. Until they’re caught… I need everyone to think… I died.”

Gumshoe scratched his head. “I really don’t want to lie about this, though…”

“Please,” Lora said. “I need… to live. This is the only… way.”

Gumshoe gritted his teeth, and then turned his radio on. “Mr. Edgeworth, sir, do you copy?”

“Loud and clear, Detective,” Edgeworth’s voice came through the other side. “What’s the situation?”

“It seems that Lora…” Gumshoe looked back down at Lora’s hopeful gaze, “Lora has… has… died.”

#Selfshiptober 2024

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Do We Dare to Dream? - Chapter 3

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Jason burst through the office with bloodied knuckles, Ra’s watching the child glare at him as if he had just murdered his best friend…which was not that far from it.

“Where’s Marinette?” He growled, quickly turning to knock down another guard.

“Marinette?” Ra’s asked back, testing the waters.

“Yes, Marinette. Wang Fu’s-”

“Ah yes, the guardian girl.”

“Where is she?” Jason growled, although he fully knew where she was.

But to know of her whereabouts while at the dining hall of all places? At breakfast, of all times? They were just together just a few hours ago!

They were talking about wanting to go to Paris together!

“I sent her on a…personal mission.” Ra’s easily provided, showing Jason a file on his table. Upon picking it up and scanning the case, Jason’s heart plummeted. “A simple retrieval miss-”

“More like a suicide mission!” Jason slammed his hands on the desk. “You know Savage can’t be followed! He kills anyone who even dares to!

“All she has to do is follow the man and take-”

“He is going to kill her.” He gritted, crumbling the file as he curled his fists.

“Only if she lets herself get caught by him.” Ra’s calmly said. “Unless…you don’t think she’ll make it out alive.” Jason let out a shuddering breath.

“This isn’t about whether or not she can. It’s the fact-”

“Jason.” Jason froze, feeling the hairs on the back of his neck rise. “I suggest you choose your next words wisely.” Jason felt as Ra’s circled from around his desk to his side, feeling him awfully close to his ear. “After all, this is all your fault.”

“What do-”

“Did you really think I wouldn’t find out about your little encounters with her? That I wouldn’t know about every little thing that happens under my roof? Under my watch?”

Jason swore he felt his heart stop. “I told Marinette I was willing to turn a blind eye if she did this for me and as you can see, she took the deal. So if I were you,” Ra’s made Jason turn to him by grabbing hold of his hair. “I wouldn’t do anything rash until she came back.

After all, it would not take much to make this mission to be her cause of death.”

Jason almost hit the desk once Ra’s let go of him, listening to his retreating footsteps and the slam of a door.

Jason slid to the floor, mustering the courage he needed to keep his tears in, which ended up in vain as one found itself falling, followed by various more a few seconds later.

“Please, be safe…Mari.”

Days passed since Jason last saw Marinette, everyday wondering if she was safe or at the very least alive.

To think Ra’s would make her steal something from Vandal Savage…Savage of all people…

Jason ran his hands through his hair as he sat at the edge of Marinette’s bed.

This was all his fault.

He shouldn’t have-

He let out a scream as he curled into himself, not caring if someone found him.

It was going to be his fault if she never returns. It would be his fault if she-

Jason huffed as he finished screaming, hearing his heart beat loudly in his ears.

No.

He had to…

He had to have hope…

Hope that she will be successful…

Safe…

That she will return…

Because that was all he could do…

He lifted his head, scraping the motivation to get up while his body begged him to stay. That’s when he noticed the red ribbon left on her nightstand.

He walked towards it, ingraining the way the silk felt in his hands as he picked it up, noticing a small silver ladybug embroidered into it.

He gently squeezed it before tying it around his wrist.

That’s right.

This was Marinette he was talking about.

She wouldn’t let this stop her.

She just couldn’t.

She’ll be fine.

She’ll come back.

“So please, come back safe and sound.”

It was a few weeks later when she finally showed up.

“Finally back.” Jason heard Marinette mutter as she threw something on the ground, causing him to quickly get up from her bed.

She was there, wrapped in a soiled cloak but nonetheless here, back in the League.

Within arms reach.

Should he run to her? Apologize? Did she even know the reason why she was sent on that mission? “Could really use-”

“What took you so long?” Jason decided to speak up as he walked to the doorway, causing her to jump. He couldn’t help but smirk, even when his mind was running wild with worry and the thought of just going up to hug her. “Don’t tell me the assignment was too much for you to-”

“If I’m back, that means it wasn’t.” Marinette snapped, wondering why he was in her room, though she had an idea or two. But right now, she just wanted him out of there. She wanted to hurry up and sleep the ringing in her head off.

“Hey, are you-“

“Listen, Jason. I got the job done, I’m here and now, can you do me the favor of getting out of my room? I haven’t had a bath in weeks and I would really-”

“Nobody’s seen you in days.” Jason bluntly stated, grabbing Marinette by her shoulders, missing the way she harshly winced at his grab. “It’s been weeks since we’ve seen-“

“It took a while to get back. Had some problems getting back here without getting caught. After all, I did-”

“Caught?” He narrowed his eyes. “So he really did make you-” Jason huffed. “Why didn’t you-“

“Jason, please.” Marinette stopped herself from yelling, feeling her headache growing worse by the second. “I want to wash myself and go to sleep. So please, leave.” Marinette hissed, wanting to clutch her head. Forget that, her entire body was screaming at her to get some rest.

“What the hell Marinette? You’ve been gone for days and this is how-”

“Would you please stop shouting?” Why was it so hot all of a sudden?

“Shouting? All I’m doing is asking whether or not you’re okay.”

“Okay?” Marinette scoffed, pulling her hair up. “If I’m here, then it means I am. So would you stop with the yelling? And why the hell do you even want to know how I-”

“Because all you ever do is get yourself into trouble and I have to be the one who has clean up after-”

“No one asked you to clean up after me!” Marinette yelled, pushing Jason off of her. “I can handle my own prob-” Blood spurted out of her mouth, Marinette falling to the floor, coughing up the blood that tried to spill out once again.

Jason could only watch as she laid on the floor violently coughing up more blood, her hands clutching her shirt as if that would even help her in the slightest.

He could feel a lump forming in his throat, his throat getting raspier by the second.

He watched as Marinette began to fade from his vision and soon saw his hands lying in a pool of blood, some of it already drying on his fingertips.

He found himself reaching out towards a gate, something ticking somewhere in the distance as he started to notice the boxes around him loom over his body.

“H…elp.” A whisper said, Jason barely able to catch it over his heartbeat pounding loudly in his ears. “Hel…p.” They said even more quietly than the first, only then Jason realizing it wasn’t his own voice.

“Marinette.” He found himself saying, or rather whispering back, somehow managing to snap from his daymare.

She came back to his view, Jason’s chest twisting as he saw her reaching out for him.

He dragged his heavy feet over to her, clasping his hand over her own, flinching at how cold they were. Her nails tried to dig into his hand, but failed.

“Ja…son.” She gasped. “Jay.” He didn’t need to be reminded again.

He was about to scoop her up, only to stop himself. Taking out a pocket knife, he quickly tore off the cloak she had on, his heart stopping upon seeing her suit slit open on her back as well on her arms and legs.

Her gashes were festered over what had used to be evenly done stitches.

Dried blood crusted the edges of the slashed clothes, bruises covering her tattered sleeves.

In a heartbeat, Jason scooped her up and ran out her chambers, cursing himself for being so hesitant and blind.

“Move it!” He yelled as he turned corners, almost dropping Marinette as he slipped over his own footing. He winced at the irregular angle of his foot while avoiding to completely fall, but that didn’t matter.

Getting back up, he bit his tongue to forget the jolting pain that coursed through his body as he stood on his injured ankle. He let out a warbling breath as he adjusted Marinette in his arms.

“Just hold a little more Mari. We’re almost there.” He assured her, even though he knew she probably couldn’t hear him.

He bit back a wince as he picked up his pace again, this time hurrying down the stairs that lead to the Pit and even though Jason swore to himself that he would avoid this place at all costs…here he was again.

But he knew that this was the work of the Gods, mocking his resolution.

He knew this was their way of reminding him about his fate…his bad luck…

Shaking those thoughts away, Jason looked at Mari who had gone limp in his arms, but if he listened closely, her breaths were still there, even if they were starting to get longer and softer with each passing one.

Gathering the courage he needed, Jason stepped into the Pit, his body quaking with each step he took deeper into the green waters. Once he was waist high into the pool of murk, Jason looked at Marinette, taking in a deep breath before he let her go.

He watched as her body floated off of his arms, her fingers grazing his own as he stopped himself from grabbing her as she submerged into the water.

He watched with bated breath as her body stayed underwater, Jason watching the surface with every second that passed, watching as the bubbles came to a stop.

Seconds turned into minutes…minutes that never seemed to end.

He felt the tears that were beginning to form in his eyes and when he noticed that, his breaths began to quicken and that lump in his throat that he felt so long ago came back.

He let out a scream as he started to thrash about in the water.

“Work damn it! Hurry up and work! Isn’t that the whole reason you exist? Aren’t you supposed to do miracles? Aren’t you supposed to heal everything and anything? Well? Why aren’t you doing that then?” Jason yelled, coming to a halt when he felt the lump in his throat grow stronger. “Just heal her…please…”

A wail escaped his throat, but he knew better than to try and suppress it. He screamed as he leaned forward, his head coming into close contact with the water, but never exactly touching it.

He didn’t know for how long he ended up screaming, but it was long enough to let him release everything.

When he did eventually lift his head, he noticed that Marinette was still submerged in the water.

He watched the water stand still, not a single bubble riding towards the surface…

So…

Not even the damn Lazarus Pit was able to save her…

Letting a shuddering breath leave him, Jason made his way to retrieve her body, only to back up when she emerged from the water, Marinette gasping for air and clawing at the air in search of something to grasp on.

Jason quickly took hold of her hands and brought her close to him, burying his head into the crook of her neck.

“Ja…son.”

“Don’t speak.”

“Hmm.” Marinette responded, feeling Jason hug her tighter. “Don’t leave…me...”

“I won’t. I’ll stay by your side, no matter what. I’ll make sure nothing ever happens to you again, I promise.”

“Merci…”

Just when things couldn’t get any worse, it happened.

“We’ve been breached!”

“Get to your stations!”

“Mari! Mari!” Jason yelled, getting jostled by the people who ran past him.

Everyone was going out into the court yard to fight off the intruders, but Jason could care less about them. Right now, he only had one person on his mind.

He sprinted past flying arrows, barely managing to dodge the last one.

He made it across the yard, now making his way past halls and more deployed men, until finally making it to Marinette’s room.

Slamming the door open, he felt his heart drop to his stomach as he found her unconscious on the floor.

“Marinette!” He cried, throwing himself into the floor and scooping her up.

She was cold.

He held her closer to his body, wondering if this was why-

“Jay-Jason. I’m alright.” Jason heard her say, quickly lifting his head, only to see the body in his arms still limp.

That’s when he felt a hand on his shoulder. There was Marinette smiling back at him, a faint blush tinting the tips of her ears. “If it managed to trick you, then I’m sure-“

Marinette didn’t expect Jason to pull her into an embrace, wondering what to do when he wouldn’t let go of her. “Hey, hey…I’m alright.”

“But I’m not.” Jason confessed. “I know what death feels like and just the thought of how you might have died in a similar way I did…”

Marinette didn’t pressure him to continue when he stopped, instead returning a tight hug.

“I’m sorry,” she hugged him tighter. “I’m so sorry.”

“I know. But then, why did you do it?” He asked as he pulled away.

“We can use this distraction to leave.” Marinette said with resoluteness, her eyes sparkling with fire. Glowing with determination. “We can get out of here and be free.”

He froze at those words. Was she insane? “Jason, we can finally be happy if we seize this opportunity! Isn’t that what we’ve always talked about?

About getting to leave this place and live happily elsewhere?”

Ra’s threat echoed in his mind from the day Mari was sent off to that lethal mission.

“Mari. You know you can’t just expect to leave the League without any consequences. Without them knowing you’re still alive. This,” he gestured to the corpse. “This could fool many, but not Ra’s Al Ghul.

If he ever learns that you’ve made a fool of him, he will hunt you down.”

“Jason. This is the only time we can-”

“Don’t you understand Marinette? He will track you down and personally kill you for playing him.”

“He won’t figure it out if we use this.” Marinette says with a grin on her face, Jason’s eyes widened upon seeing the box he had received so many months ago from Fu now in her hands.

He was pretty sure he had-

“How did you get that?”

“You’re pretty terrible at hiding things. Even a baby could’ve found this.” Her smile fell as she kept staring at the box in her hand. “Although, you forgot that I’ve been trained on everything related to the Miraculi. Especially on how to locate them.”

“Is that-”

“Yes, it’s a Miraculous. While I don’t know why you never told me about it and why it was in your possession, I’ll be using this to pull off my plan.” He watched as she opened the box, pulling out a pair of earrings, watching as they glowed a bright red before it faded out. ”Are you in?”

Jason didn’t know much about the Miraculi, but there was one thing he did know about Marinette. She always found a way to make things go her way.

“I’m in.”

How did Jason forget that hope was a thing that was long dead within the walls of the League?

“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice, girl?” Ra’s sneered as he thrusted his sword through Marinette’s back, Jason frozen in place as he watched blood drip from Mari’s mouth.

She sputtered and gagged as the sword was then withdrawn from her body, her face meeting the floor within seconds. She watched as Ra’s dragged Jason away from her, her friend a terrible mess.

Tears ran down his face, baring his teeth against Ra’s as he clawed at him to let him go.

“Stay…safe…Jason…” she found herself saying as she tried to reach for him, only for the world to go black.

Jason watched as Marinette laid in the pool of her own blood, watching as her life drained before his eyes.

Watching her dying off in a similar way as he did…

“Marinette!” He yelled, pulling Ra’s off him, dashing for her only to meet with the ground. He let out a scream as something was dug into his back, feeling it cut into and through his body.

“She is long dead, foolish boy. As she should be for-“

“Get off of me!”

“She became your weakness. Your major flaw to becoming the ultimate-“

“How is a friend a weakness? Is being human so-” Jason yelled, holding in a scream as Ra’s ripped the blade out of him.

“Being human isn’t a weakness, but the emotions that come with being one are.” Ra’s lifted Jason up by his hair, making him face Marinette’s corpse. “This…this is what being emotional gets you. If you want to survive in this world, best learn to get rid of them.

After all,” He let go of Jason, Jason hitting the floor with a loud thud, “there are plans that await you, boy.”

#maribat #league of assassins au #jasonette

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