#Monarch majest

[norts-trolls]

"A robot? Running restaurants. Aren't there like...a fuck ton of movies as to why that's a stupid idea? I mean, I can get your higher ups being lazy fucks to build you if I really had to think about it. Unless you're a cyborg then you're a whole different can of bait I don't intend to open. 4/10, i guess."

GRAB BAG JUDGE

Hi I am on bed rest cuz I uhoh oppsie got hurt at new job. So gimmie funny little guys for my freaks to judge. You know my usual rules. 1-2 characters trolls, humans, aliens whateves. Judge backs not required but welcomed always!

[blackcat-star]

Hello author,can I request where our!SLx readers meet with Canon SL..When Our!Jinwoo meet with Canon!Jinwoo where they just stare eachother with their signature face..Canon! Cha Hae In also meet Our!Cha Hae In..The canon was surprised that our!SL don't marry eachother but instead just friends..So the canon thought ask why so Our!SL just answered that they're already married with someone else..So that's moment fem!reader (Our!Jinwoo's wife) and male!reader (Our!Cha Hae In's husband) arrived with groceries in their hands.Put a comedy where OUR!SL has more children than canon🤣🤣..

And it's me,who share idea with you about four Jinwoo in the past 😅

Multi-Universe.

Cha Haein x Sung Jinwoo Sung Jinwoo x Fem!Reader Cha Haein x Male!Reader.

Note: [C]Jinwoo - [C]Haein : Canon!Jinwoo - Canon!Haein [O]Jinwoo - [O]Haein: Our  version of them, which x reader. [F] - [M] Reader/You: Fem!Reader - Male!Reader

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A spatial rift suddenly appeared in the sky above Seoul, a sparkling light in the air spreading like ripples on the surface of water. The strange thing was that the people below did not react to the sudden appearance of a strange circle, it seemed like they did not see it.

But [C]Haein and [C]Jinwoo did.

The two of them were standing on Kaisel's back, flying high in the sky. Today was supposed to be a normal date for the couple, eating at a fancy restaurant, shopping, and enjoying their high-altitude journey. But the appearance of the gate ruined that.

[C]Jinwoo frowned, the face that had been smiling just a few seconds ago quickly replaced with a cold and wary one. His Shadow Monarch instincts were burning. There was something different about the energy signature.

Some feeling inside him told him that this gate wouldn't bring any danger, but he couldn’t help but be cautious. There was no telling what might happen. On the other hand, [C]Haein held her husband's hand, feeling the energy emanating from the gate that was a little familiar.

"Do you feel that?" [C]Haein asked, her voice soft as she stood next to him. Her hand followed Jinwoo's sleeve.

"Yeah," [C]Jinwoo replied, his brows furrowed as he looked at the crack, one hand pulling [C]Haein behind him. The power within him stirred uncomfortably. "Stay behind me."

Suddenly the crack opened wider and emitted a bright light. A force pulled them towards the crack. Before being completely engulfed by the light, [C]Jinwoo only managed to hug [C]Haein tightly and cover them with his shadow, protecting them from any harm.

When the light disappeared and their vision returned, they found themselves standing in the living room of a house. It looked familiar, but also different.

[C]Jinwoo and [C]Haein looked around cautiously. Everything looked harmless.

Suddenly, a door to the room opened, causing both [C]Jinwoo and [C]Haein to be stunned. Along with that, a woman also walked out of the kitchen.

"I didn't expect to have a special guest visit so suddenly."

It was like looking into a mirror, but not quite. In front of [C]Haein and [C]Jinwoo were them (?), or a different version of them. The other Sung Jinwoo had sharp eyes that could cut through steel, the same dark aura of Shadow Monarch swirling around him that was almost imperceptible, and the same majestic presence that made even S-rank hunters retreat. Cha Haein was simpler, holding a ladle and wearing an apron.

For a long while, the four of them just stared at each other, their expressions of shock and feeling identical. As for the two Jinwoos, they locked eyes in a silent confrontation, not blinking, not wanting to appear weak. Both of them unconsciously adopted the same posture, legs slightly apart, arms hanging down by their sides, ready to summon darkness at any moment.

[C]Jinwoo was the first to break the silence, his voice cold and calm. "Who are you?"

[O]Jinwoo's lips curved into his signature half-smile, a smile that never reached his eyes but still conveyed both amusement and danger. "I think you already know the answer."

The air between them was heavy with tension as the two Shadow Monarchs sized each other up, their identically sharp gazes locked in a silent battle of wills. Neither backed down. It was like watching two apex predators circle each other, determining whether the other was a threat or merely a curiosity.

"Alternate dimensions," [O]Haein whispered, her senses piecing together the situation faster than the others. Her analytical mind had always been her forte.

"Fascinating. The energy signatures were nearly identical to ours, but with subtle changes."

[C]Haein's nose twitched slightly as she caught a whiff of an unexpected scent. Her enhanced senses had always been especially sensitive to Jinwoo, but something was off. "You...you don't smell like him," she said to [O]Jinwoo, referring to the signature scent that had initially drawn her to [C]Jinwoo, a scent that no other hunter possessed.

And [O]Haein chuckled softly, the sound breaking the silence. "We're not exactly the same."

At that moment, the front door opened, and two people, a man and a woman, entered the house, each with a bag of groceries in their hands.

The woman entered the house with a bright smile, her eyes sparkling. She put the bag down on the ground and quickly hugged [O]Jinwoo. "We're back!" Completely unaware of the two guests' existence.

[O]Jinwoo also chuckled lightly and wrapped his arms around his wife, placing a loving kiss on her forehead. "Welcome back."

The man smiled shyly, raised his hand to greet [C]Jinwoo and [C]Haein, then walked over to [O]Haein, placing a kiss on her cheek.

[C]Jinwoo and [C]Haein looked at the scene before them in surprise.

"Who are they?" [C]Haein asked, curiosity momentarily overriding caution.

[O]Jinwoo glanced at the woman with obvious affection, his usually stern expression softening just enough to be recognized. "My wife."

[C]Jinwoo's eyes widened to the point of being almost imperceptible, the only sign of his surprise. "Your wife? But-" He glanced between [O]Jinwoo and [O]Haein, confusion evident despite his efforts to hide it.

It was only then that [F]you noticed the presence of [C]Jinwoo and [C]Haein, you looked at them with a bewildered expression.

"Oh! I didn't expect to have guests. I wonder if we bought enough for everyone!" You said with a worried look. You're worried about not having enough food for everyone, not about the appearance of a doppelganger of your husband and best friend.

[M]You facepalmed. "That's all you care about!?"

"Or what?" [F]You pouted. "Haven't we encountered more strange things than this? This is nothing."

[M]You: ...

That seems to make sense.

[C]Haein couldn't hide her confusion at the sight before her. A [O]Jinwoo who still maintained his regal demeanor, yet embraced another woman with a gentle gaze, the kind of gaze that only she had ever received. Meanwhile, [O]Haein comfortably received a kiss on the cheek from the strange man, her face beaming as if everything was normal.

"What the hell is going on...?"[C]Jinwoo muttered, his voice low and tense.

[M]You had stepped forward now, placing the bag of vegetables on the table and crossing your arms over your chest, looking straight at the two uninvited guests. "Are these two people from another dimension?"

[O]Jinwoo nodded slightly, his eyes still not leaving [C]Jinwoo. "It seems so. It wasn't intentional, they didn't expect this either."

"Then it's not their fault," [F]you interjected, his voice a little softer. "I'll reheat the soup and make some more dishes."

[C]Haein looked at [F]you, stunned. "Don't you find it strange? We look exactly like those two..."

[F]You smiled lightly, shaking your head. "Actually, there is a difference." Then you looked at [O]Jinwoo, your eyes filled with love, without any fear or doubt. "He is my Jinwoo, not yours."

[O]Haein nodded. "We are not the same. Didn't you say that Sung Jinwoo in this world is not like your Jinwoo?"

[C]Haein squeezed her husband's hand lightly, clearly feeling the wavering in him.

[C]Jinwoo glanced at [O]Haein and [M]you - a completely different couple from him and his wife. He had never seen Haein intimate with anyone else, and he could not imagine a world where the wife he loved could smile happily next to a man who was not him.

[M]You patted [C]Jinwoo's shoulder. "Don't worry. We won't interfere with your world. But since you're here, let's have dinner first. We'll talk about the multiverse later."

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"WHAT!? THREE KIDS?"

[C]Jinwoo and [C]Haein were shocked to learn that in another world, [O]Jinwoo and [F]you had three children, while they only had one son, Suho.

You giggled at their reactions.

"Could it be..." [C]Haein stuttered, her eyes shifting from [O]Jinwoo to [F]you, then to the three family photos placed on the cabinet next to the living room. One photo was of the whole family smiling brightly by the beach, Jinwoo carrying a little girl on his shoulders, while two other boys hugged [F]you's legs from behind.

[C]Jinwoo stiffened, quietly walked over to the cabinet and picked up the photo frame. [O]Jinwoo's face in the photo was still his face, but the difference was the look, the smile. A gentle, patient, and family-like Jinwoo. And [F]you was smiling brightly, his eyes seemed to contain the whole world.

"Three children..." [C]Jinwoo repeated, his voice low and low like the wind. "Who do they resemble?"

"The oldest is like me, reserved but far-sighted," [O]Jinwoo replied, his voice proud. "The middle child is mischievous as hell, probably like his mother..." He turned his head to look at you meaningfully, causing you to frown and weakly retort, "I'm mature."

[C]Haein was confused. She didn't know what to feel - admiration, jealousy, or confusion. The man in front of her was still Jinwoo, but a Jinwoo who had matured in a different way. He had lived a completely separate life, a life she didn't belong to.

"What about the youngest?" [C]Haein asked, unable to resist her curiosity.

[M]You interjected, your eyes shining with an indescribable tenderness. "The youngest is the one who clings to her father the most. Every time Jinwoo goes away, she cries all night. She always says 'Daddy is my hero.'"

[C]Jinwoo asked [M]you curiously. "What about you two?"

"Ah, we have two daughters. The kids are currently at their grandparents' house."

[C]Jinwoo:...

Suddenly felt inferior.

Silence fell over the room. Each of the four people were initially immersed in their own emotions.

"It's strange." [C]Jinwoo said, placing the photo frame back on the cabinet. "It's as if we're looking at a possible future if things were a little different."

[F]You chuckled lightly. "Or maybe a different fate. Fate isn't always the same in all worlds."

[C]Haein gently held her husband's hand, her eyes still glued to the warm family image. "Jinwoo... do you think we could also...?"

He turned to look at her, his gaze softening, "We could."

Suddenly, small footsteps sounded from the top of the stairs.

"Daddy-" A small voice rang out, and then a little girl with long, fluttering hair ran down, wearing a Kaisel-shaped nightgown.

Both [C]Jinwoo and [C]Haein stood rooted to the spot.

The little girl hugged [O]Jinwoo's legs, then saw two people who looked like her father and Aunt Haein standing in the living room. She paused, blinked a few times, then looked up and asked, "Who is that?"

"Mom and Dad's friends," [F]you said gently, moving forward to pat her head. "They came from a very far away place."

The little girl nodded seriously, then turned to [C]Jinwoo "You look a lot like my daddy!"

[C]Jinwoo didn't know how to react. He looked at the child, not his child, but the child of someone who was also him.

[M]You turned to pat Jinwoo's shoulder. "You'll be a great father too."

"We only have Suho..." [C]Haein said softly. "Still learning how to be good parents."

[O]Haein smiled, her eyes gentle. "Then let's study a little more today."

[C]Jinwoo chuckled softly, the first time since they stepped through that bright gate.

[F]You smiled and clapped your hands, "Come on, let's eat before the soup gets cold! Jinwoo, help me prepare the table."

[O]Jinwoo immediately stood up, putting his arm around your shoulder. "Yes, ma'am."

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[tsukii0002]

Diavolo was the demon king. The most majestic king that anyone could remember. He ruled Devildom with an iron hand, but he knew how to provide for the needs of his people, he made sure his people lived well and for that he was loved and respected. There was practically no one who did not adore him.

So working in the royal palace was one of the greatest honors a demon could aspire to. The little demon knew this and was very proud and grateful for the opportunity. Diavolo was much more majestic than the rumors claimed. His eyes that eclipsed the moon and his presence that alone could conquer worlds. The little demon knew that there was nothing and no one that could compare to his lord, that could defeat him. Diavolo was the god to whom the little demon had decided to surrender himself.

For this reason, he was sometimes disobedient. When he had to work near his majesty's chambers, he would linger longer than necessary in case he could see him, hear him, anything was fine. So when he saw the door of his king's bedroom ajar, he could not restrain himself and stuck his body to the door to watch. But what he saw was totally unexpected.

The king, the untamed king of Devildom was kneeling in front of someone unknown, whose face was covered by a long veil, sitting with their legs on the monarch's knees, and he was massaging them conscientiously. The little demon froze, not at the scene itself, but at the expression of his king. Diavolo had an expression of absolute adoration, of pure ecstasy, as if he had achieved his goal in life. His hands ran over the muscles, the skin as if he knew them by heart while their owner watched from above.

The demon king carefully lifted the leg and kissed each of the instep before looking with an overflowing devotion to that person. That look in his king's eyes, a look of desire, of longing, of pure adoration, put to shame everything else that was said about him.

Diavolo's wings spread, as he kissed from ankle to knee. And then, that person caressed the demon's head, he melted at the touch and his skin ignited with the intensity of a forest fire.

“Thank you Dia”

The little demon felt himself melt at their voice. Diavolo grabbed the hand above his head, brought it to his lips and filled it with kisses. The recipient of that affection, laughed and with a movement trapped the demon at their feet in an embrace, he trembled. They covered the demon with their veil, and all the little demon could see were the spasms on the wings and legs of his king, still on the ground, accompanied by sounds that bewitched reason.

He walked away from there, gasping for breath, his whole body on fire, trembling. He stuck to a wall trying to regain his composure. With everything that had just now been rumbling around in his head. The demons considered Diavolo their god, the most majestic of all demons. But that didn't matter to the king, he had his personal god, someone he worshipped to the point of madness, someone he would let the Devildom die for. And now, the little demon had also found a new god to adore.

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A quick draft of a situation in a future distant from the current history we know.

Thanks for reading 🩶

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[the-red-planet-mars]

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[colorfulrook]

100x100 blurbfest #10

[A/n]: Today there has been a weather warning in my city so some of the busses i usually take to go to uni were cancelled... Meaning I spent all my day writing and studying ehehe. I am on a roll baby. Here is one of the last blurbs of today. This one is for my dear @minh907, love you <3 - Rook

Prompt #10: “I love it when you wear my clothes.”

Jinwoo had been gone all morning—Guild business, some tense meeting with the Association and Choi Jong-In. Important S-Rank things that didn’t require your presence, much to your boredom and dismay.

Left alone in his apartment with a mug of half-warm coffee and Beru lounging upside down on the couch like he was trying to understand human furniture, you decided to explore Jinwoo’s closet. You called it “explore” because “chaotically tearing through with no plan” didn’t sound as elegant.

Beru peeked his head over the couch when you emerged fifteen minutes later, dressed in Jinwoo’s favorite black hoodie and long coat, complete with one of his gloves and his very dramatic boots that made you trip over the doormat.

“Young Master~” Beru purred, voice low and amused. “You are very small today.”

You scoffed, feigning shock "Small? You dare insult your king?"

“Most sorry my king! I would never insult your statuesque build!” Beru clacked his claws together, entirely too smug, as he bowed down to you.

You rolled your eyes and strutted into the hallway like a terrible cosplay version of Jinwoo. “Arise,” you commanded in your best brooding voice, gesturing to the nearest potted plant.

Beru made a small, wheezing sound that might’ve been laughter.

You continued dramatically down the hallway, coat trailing behind like a makeshift cape, muttering things like “Shadow Monarch business” and “darkness eternal” under your breath. Beru followed, dutifully pretending to be a minion but giggling every time you said “Arise” to a lamp or shoe.

And of course—of course—that’s when Jinwoo walked through the door.

He stopped cold.

You froze mid-spin.

Beru made the tiniest bow. “Young Master.”

“…What the hell are you two doing?” Jinwoo asked slowly, one brow raised.

“I’m you,” you said proudly, tugging on the sleeves of the hoodie that hung off your hands like a blanket. “Your coat is a menace, by the way, how do you manage not to trip in it!”

“I see that,��� he said, eyes trailing down the coat to your mismatched boots. He looked amused. “You’re wearing it wrong.”

“Excuse you—this is high fashion.” You turned to Beru. “Tell him.”

Beru nodded sagely. “Our Liege has never looked more majestic.”

Jinwoo just sighed through a laugh, stepping closer. “You know you could’ve just waited for me like a normal person.”

“Normal is boring, had nothing to do anyway.” you said, a little breathless as he reached for your collar and fixed the way it sat on your shoulder. His fingers brushed your jaw. His eyes softened.

“I love it when you wear my clothes” he murmured, almost like it slipped out before he could stop himself.

Your breath hitched.

“…Seriously?”

He nodded. “Seriously, it suits you. You suit me.”

Somewhere in the background, Beru made a soft squealing noise that you both valiantly ignored.

“Okay but don’t expect me to give this coat back,” you said, voice cracking slightly under the warmth spreading in your chest. “It’s mine now.”

Jinwoo smiled, a quiet sort of fondness in his eyes. “Guess I’ll have to live with that.”

You shifted a little in the too-big boots, suddenly self-conscious. “Do I look ridiculous?”

“No,” he said simply. Only warmt could be seen in his eyes “You look like home.”

And that made everything inside you flutter.

He stepped even closer, arms sliding around your waist, drawing you in until you were tucked perfectly against his chest, swallowed by his scent and the weight of borrowed cotton and affection.

“You should stay over more often,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Or just move in.”

You blinked. “You mean it?”

He grinned. “You already have my closet in a headlock. Might as well.”

You looked up at him, heart thudding.

“Then you better make room,” you said. “Because I plan on stealing everything.”

His grin turned boyish. “Even me?”

You kissed him before he could get smug about it.

Beru, still lurking behind the couch, let out a dreamy sigh. “So romantic, my lieges.”

You broke the kiss just long enough to whisper, “Arise.”

Jinwoo laughed against your lips.

[slavicdelight]

The High Tower and the Dragon's Heir

Pairing: Alicent Hightower x male!Targ!reader

Summary: Lady Alicent Hightower was the closest friend of Princess Rhaenyra, yet she couldn't help but fall for her older brother, Y/N.

Warnings: none, following canon divergence

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Alicent Hightower gracefully strolled the corridors of the illustrious Red Keep, her morning lessons with her inseparable companion, Princess Rhaenyra, having just concluded. The echoes of footsteps accompanied her every stride as she made her way towards the luncheon appointment with her father, Ser Otto Hightower, the King's Hand. The castle bursted with vibrant activity—servants hurriedly carried out their duties, knights stood in vigilant postures, and nobles engaged in animated conversations, exchanging the latest court gossip.

As she ascended a majestic staircase, the voice of the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, Ser Westerling, reached her ears. With a soft smile, Alicent reciprocated the courteous greeting. The anticipation of her father's chambers lingered in the air as she approached, each step echoing with the weight of her familial responsibilities.

However, the routine of her morning took an unexpected turn when, just before she reached the sanctum of her father, a sudden force collided with her, threatening to send her sprawling. A gasp escaped her lips, but before the cold stone floor could meet her, strong and reassuring hands prevented her from falling. These hands belonged to none other than Y/N Targaryen, the eldest son of the reigning monarch, King Viserys.

In that fleeting moment of unexpected encounter, the bustling ambiance of the Red Keep faded into the background. Alicent found herself lost in his gaze. The air crackled with an unspoken tension, and as Y/N steadied her with an effortless strength, Alicent's heart quickened, realizing that even in the most predictable corridors, destiny had an uncanny way of intertwining lives in an unexpected matter.

"Oh my, Lady Alicent. I'm so sorry; I didn't notice you," the young Prince expressed with a charming smile, nearly as enchanting as the prince himself. His gaze held a hypnotic quality that left Alicent momentarily flustered. Deep down, she possessed an immense fondness for him, but the fear of rejection and the potential repercussions from his younger sister stopped her from ever expressing them.

"No, my Prince. It was I who should've been more careful," Alicent nervously replied, her voice betraying a subtle hint of admiration. The unspoken tension between them lingered in the air. Her father's disapproval of the prince added a layer of complexity to the situation. Otto Hightower believed him to be the same as his uncle, Prince Daemon, hence the mutual hostility.

"Were you heading to your father, perhaps?" the prince inquired, his curiosity evident. Alicent hesitated, aware of the strained relationship between her father, Ser Otto Hightower, and the prince. Otto's opinions about Y/N's fitness for becoming king often clashed with the prince's aspirations.

"Yes, my prince," Alicent replied cautiously, choosing her words with care. The prince graciously took a step back, allowing her to continue her journey towards her father's chambers.

"Then do not let me stop you," he said with a small, understanding smile, his gaze lingering for a moment before gracefully descending the stairs, resuming his own path through the corridors of the Red Keep. That brief encounter, had left Lady Alicent soft in her knees.

Entering the Hand's chambers, Alicent immediately noticed her father seated at the table, a large variety of dishes laid out. She greeted him respectfully and took her place on the opposite side. "Alicent," he acknowledged with a nod, his eyes shining with a mix of sternness and affection. "How was your morning?" he inquired, motioning her to being eating.

"It was fine. I studied with the Princess the whole morning after breaking fast with her and Queen Aemma," Alicent replied, offering a light summary of her activities. The mention of encountering Prince Y/N on her way to her father's chambers prompted a subtle change in his demeanor. His brow lifted, and a stern look accompanied his response. "Prince Y/N is not a good influence. I advise you to avoid him," he coldly said, his voice carrying a weight of disapproval as Alicent cast her gaze downward. "Very well, father," she agreed, and the remainder of their lunch unfolded in a heavy silence.

As Alicent's thoughts drifted back to the violet-eyed prince, she couldn't comprehend her father's disdain for him. In her eyes, he was gallant and the epitome of a perfect prince. The unspoken tension between father and daughter lingered, leaving Alicent with a sense of conflict between her loyalty to her father and a growing curiosity about Y/N.

A fortnight later, the joyous occasion of a tournament took place in order to celebrate the King's anticipated new heir gripped the Red Keep. Nobles from far and wide were invited, marking the event as a grand affair. Queen Aemma, began her labours early in the morning, enduring the suffering alone, as King Viserys presided over the jousting festivities. Prince Daemon, displaying exceptional skills, unseated Alicent's brother Gwayne from his horse.

Victorious, the Prince then diverted his attention towards the stands where Alicent sat. With a charming smile, he asked for her favor, stating, "Lady Alicent, I'm sure your favor would ensure my victory today." Casting a fleeting glance at her father, Alicent handed Daemon her favor. Unbeknownst to her, a certain prince of the crown observed the exchange with a glare and a clenched jaw.

The joy of the tournament swiftly gave way to a somber hush when a messenger arrived bearing the tragic news of Queen Aemma's death. The atmosphere within the Red Keep became grim, mournful mood reigned for weeks. The funeral, held on a distant hill, marked a solemn occasion where the lifeless forms of the Queen and the young Prince lay upon the pyre, awaiting the embrace of dragonfire from Syrax and Shadowspine, the loyal companions of the Queen's surviving children.

Following the ceremony, Alicent found herself once again in her father's chambers, the weight of grief hanging heavily in the air. "How is Rhaenyra?" her father inquired, slight concern etched across his face. Alicent, her fingers idly picking at her fingers, replied, "She just lost her mother." The sorrow that lingered in her words mirrored the collective grief that shrouded the entire Keep.

Not being one to hide his ambitions, her father suggested, "Perhaps you would like to offer the King some comfort. Losing a wife is a terrible thing. He would surely rejoice in a visit." Alicent reluctantly agreed to undertake this solemn task, driven by her desire to please her father. As she turned to leave, she overheard her father's additional instruction, his voice low and laden with subtle implication—indicating that she should dress herself in one of her late mother's gowns.

Rather than heading to the King's chambers as initially intended, Alicent found herself standing before the doors that guarded Prince Y/N's residence. A guard announced her presence, and she entered, greeted by a scene of disarray. The room resembled the aftermath of a storm—furniture upended, decorations scattered in chaotic way. Amidst the disorder, she discovered her prince, seated on the floor, his back against the bed stand, his once-silky hair now tangled, and his eyes holding a haunted look. The scent of alcohol lingered in the air.

Taking a seat beside the prince, Alicent met his gaze, prompting him to question her presence with a strained voice, revealing the results of earlier screams. "I came here to see how you're holding up, my Prince," she replied calmly, her eyes scanning the wreckage around them. He only scoffed in response.

Drawing on her own experiences, Alicent shared, "When my own mother died, people looked at me with pity. I didn't want it. All I wanted was to hear they were sorry." Her empathetic words hung in the air, and she continued, "I'm so sorry for your loss, my Prince," concluding her condolences with a soft look, her eyes reflecting genuine compassion. Y/N stared at her in silence, his eyes glistening with unshed tears, as he began to unveil the weight of his heartache.

"My father's quest for a second son is to blame for this tragedy. He never considered me worthy of the throne," he confessed, his voice full of bitterness and sorrow. "He wished for another son, a better son. One he could put on the throne after himself. I was never enough. Rhaenyra wasn't enough. He killed my mother for a new heir. And now, my brother is also dead," he uttered.

Alicent's heart ached for him, the immensity of his suffering echoing through the confessions. Despite already bearing the responsibilities of being the Heir, this added layer of tragedy made the burden almost unbearable. In her earnest attempt to offer solace, she stood by both Y/N and Princess Rhaenyra, a pillar of support during these dark times.

As Y/N was officially declared Heir before the realm, Alicent stood steadfastly by his side, witnessing the unfolding of destiny. She remained present during the uncomfortable prospect of their father's remarriage, understanding the siblings hesitation. The more time they spent together, the threads of friendship between Alicent and Y/N began to intertwine with the delicate threads of love.

When the time came for the Prince to choose a wife, he declared his intent to marry Lady Alicent, much to Rhaenyra's dismay. While Viserys rejoiced in the prospect, Otto, though reluctantly, agreed to the union. Though not a fervent supporter of the Prince, Otto recognized the strategic significance—marrying his daughter to the future king ensured the placement of his bloodline on the throne.

The union of Alicent and Y/N was immortalized in what became known as the White Wedding. It was a testament to the pure and evident love that bound the newlyweds. The ceremony resonated with the harmonious union of two souls, their vows exchanged amidst the sacred walls of the Sept.

Shorty after their nuptials, the arrival of Aegon Targaryen marked a new chapter in the royal family. The beautiful boy, with the coloring of his father and the distinctive facial structure of his mother, embodied the perfect mix of the royal couple. Aegon, the newest Prince, became a living testament to the love that flourished within the Targaryen lineage.

As Alicent carried the weight of their second child, King Viserys sought to hold a celebratory hunt on his grandson Aegon's second name day. The relationships within the Targaryen family began to mend, albeit slowly, and the noticeable favoritism towards Rhaenyra, perhaps due to her resemblance to her late mother, didn't escape Y/N's notice. Despite the slight discomfort, he chose to focus on his growing family, diverting his attention away from the nuances of favoritism and concentrating on the joyous moments that bound them together.

The grand hunt orchestrated by King Viserys brought a sense of delight to Otto Hightower, who relished the opportunity for both entertainment and strategic alliances. The men, engaged in the pursuit of a White Hart—a symbolic creature representing royalty—set out with purpose, leaving the women to find solace within the safety of the camp.

As Alicent sat beside her husband, Y/N, who held their young son Aegon in his lap, an unexpected intrusion disrupted the peace inside the tent. Rhaenyra, the spirited Princess, burst in with determination, her grievances clear. Viserys, in his pursuit to secure her a suitable match, had orchestrated a connection with Jason Lannister, much to Rhaenyra's vocal displeasure. The fiery Princess asserted her autonomy, rejecting the notion of being treated as a prize to be sold to the highest bidder.

The repercussions of this confrontation left Alicent aware of the strain in her once-unbreakable bond with Rhaenyra. The princess, fueled by a desire to ascend to the throne, resented the twist of fate that seemingly diverted Y/N's affections toward Alicent, who had become the new Princess consort.

In the next years, Rhaenyra's fate took a turn as she was forced into a marriage with her cousin, Ser Laenor Velaryon, because of previous liaison with her uncle Daemon in a pleasure house that added further complexity to the situation. The marriage, arranged against her will, led to the birth of bastards, whom she attempted to pass as legitimate—a move not lost on the eyes of the court.

Despite Viserys's blindness, the court recognized the discrepancy in the children's Valyrian features. Whispers spread, hinting at a connection with Ser Harwing Strong, the Commander of the Gold Cloaks, who served closely under the Princess.

These choices made by Rhaenyra made Alicent bitter. The apparent disregard for duty exhibited by Rhaenyra, coupled with the ability to evade consequences, fueled Alicent's resentment. Yet, in the face of this, the legitimacy of the children born to Y/N and Alicent remained unquestionable. The unmistakable resemblance of each child to their father nullified any potential doubts that might have arisen.

As their children matured, distinct personalities emerged, painting a portrait of the Targaryen legacy. Aegon, the mischievous firstborn, delighted in playing pranks and causing mayhem within the castle. Despite occasional mischief, his loyalty to the family prevailed, a testament to the intricate balance of his character.

Helaena, their only daughter, embodied sweetness and warmth. Though closed off to many, she harbored a great heart, often murmuring riddles that, while dismissed by most, held significance to her parents who recognized her as a dreamer with visions of her own.

Aemond, a mirror image of his father, shared not only physical similarities but also akin personalities. The only distinction lay in Aemond's shyness. His passion for history forged a special bond with King Viserys, who favored the small Prince. Their shared love for learning brought them together in frequent discussions about the boy's recent discoveries.

The youngest, Daeron, charmed all who crossed his path, earning the title of the most popular son among their subjects. His charm and charisma propelled him to Oldtown, serving his mother's uncle as a cupbearer and squire.

Amidst the dynamic growth of their children, Y/N and Alicent's love stood resilient. Any hopes Rhaenyra harbored of a falling out between the couple were in vain; their bond, an indestructible force, continued to strengthen.

The visible strain within the ruling family had spilled beyond the walls of the Red Keep, earning them the titles of "blacks" and "reds" among the common folk and nobility alike. Y/N, recognizing the fractures within his family, attempted reconciliation with his younger sister, but Rhaenyra remained consumed by anger towards him for marrying another and harbored resentment for Alicent, his wife for being said woman. The rift seemed irreparable.

Despite the familial tensions, Y/N maintained a close involvement in the training of his sons, personally overseeing their progress with the assistance of Ser Criston Cole, who had shifted his allegiance from Rhaenyra to the royal family. Aegon and Aemond exhibited remarkable progress, overshadowing their cousins.

During a training session, as Ser Criston instructed the young princes, Y/N was reluctantly pulled away by the demands of his duties as the Heir. King Viserys, observing from the terrace, keenly followed the lesson. The knight, calling upon Aegon, challenged him to a sparring match and taunted, "Let's see if you can touch me. You and your brother." The confident Prince, Aegon, responded with a cocky assurance, "I've won my first bound, Ser Criston. My opponent sues for mercy."

Undeterred, Ser Criston introduced a new challenge, pitting both Aegon and Aemond against him. The two princes advanced, swords in hand, but the seasoned knight skillfully blocked each of their attacks, showcasing his experience and expertise. The training ground became a battleground of skills, the clash of steel echoing the intricate dynamics of power, loyalty, and the indomitable spirit of the Targaryen lineage.

The training ground, alive with the clang of swords and the shuffling of feet, fell into a momentary silence as Ser Harwin approached, offering instructions to the brown-haired princes. His voice redirected Ser Criston's attention toward the younger boys. "It seems like the younger boys could use your attention, Ser," Harwin remarked as he walked closer. A subtle tension hung in the air as Criston questioned, "Are you questioning my method of instruction?"

In response, Criston motioned for Aegon to face Jaecerys, declaring it an "eldest son against eldest son" spar. The white-haired Prince's age and strength became evident as he overpowered the younger Jaecerys. However, as Aegon advanced, he found himself roughly seized by the shoulder and pulled away by Ser Harwin. Aegon, outraged by the intervention, protested loudly, resulting in a reprimand from the King.

Tensions flared further when Criston began questioning the Commander of the Gold Cloaks's interest in the princes' training, suggesting affections that a man might harbor for his children. The insinuation proved too much for Ser Harwin, who snapped and attacked Criston. The incident led to Ser Harwin's banishment from King's Landing, and a few days later, he perished within the walls of Harrenhal along with his father.

More sorrowful news followed swiftly. A raven brought the grim information of Lady Laena Velaryon's death, casting a pall over King's Landing. The weight of Laena's death cast a somber shadow over Y/N, who had considered her another sister growing up. The entire family traveled to Driftmark to pay their respects, attending a funeral marred by Lord Vaemond's continuous accusations directed at Princess Rhaenyra and her bastard sons. Prince Daemon's laughter, strategically employed to deflect attention, added a layer of tension to the already heart-wrenching day.

Once the children retired for the night, Alicent found a moment to speak with her husband. In the quiet confines of their chamber, she gently inquired, "Are you alright, my love?" Y/N, standing by a window overlooking the view of Driftmark, confessed, "She was one of my closest friends, and she died alone. Without her family or friends, because Daemon denied her return. She didn't deserve such a fate."

Alicent, though not as intimately acquainted with Lady Laena, offered words of solace, acknowledging her bravery and kindness. Y/N, appreciating his wife's comforting presence, sighed and turned to look at her. "I'm sure you're right, darling," he said, caressing her face. In that moment, they found solace in each other's embrace, a comforting respite from the sorrow that permeated their hearts.

With a shared understanding, Y/N guided Alicent to bed, where they surrendered to the embrace of sleep, seeking refuge from the weariness that accompanied the emotional journey. Their intertwined forms, nestled in peaceful repose, reflected the enduring strength of their bond in the face of life's inevitable trials.

The tranquility that enveloped Y/N and Alicent was shattered abruptly when a maid, panic-stricken, banged on their door, delivering news of a grave accident involving their son. Swiftly dressing into presentable robes, they rushed towards the hall where their children were present. The sight that awaited them was horrifying—Aemond, their beloved son, was a bloody mess, missing an eye. Alicent's anguished scream pierced the air as she ran towards her injured child.

Demanding answers, Y/N interrogated the Knights, learning that the Prince had been mauled in a brawl with his cousins. The King, arriving on the scene, angrily questioned the guards for allowing such an incident. Princess Rhaenys and Lord Corlys soon joined, but Y/N's attention shifted to the absence of Princess Rhaenyra. When she finally appeared, followed by Prince Daemon, their disheveled appearance hinted at a liaison that further fueled Y/N's anger. How could they disrespect Lady Laena's memory like this?

Amid the chaos, Rhaenyra declared the incident a "regrettable accident," but Alicent argued it was a planned attack. Rhaenyra defended her sons, claiming they were being attacked with vile insults against their legitimacy "Prince Aemond must be sharply questioned on where he heard such slanders". Y/N's anger flared; his sister intended to torture his gravely wounded son over a truth that was evident.

Rhaenyra's attempt to extract information from Prince Aemond, who had heard the alleged slanders, only heightened tensions. Y/N, protective of his son, forbade any harm to befell Aemond. As the King sought apologies and forgiveness, Alicent snapped, demanding justice and ordering the eye of Lucerys Velaryon to conduct it. Chaos ensued as Alicent, fueled by rage, advanced towards Rhaenyra with a knife. Y/N noticed his uncle making way to two women to undoubtedly aid Rhaenyra, which he couldn't let happen and stopped him before Daemon could reach her.

The struggle between Alicent and Rhaenyra unfolded, the room becoming a battleground of emotions and grievances. In the midst of the chaos, Aemond, now with one eye, offered comfort to his mother, stating "Don't mourn me mother. I might've lost an eye but I gained a dragon". Y/N joined the embrace, and as his father declared the matter over, the fractured family clung to the remnants of peace amidst the aftermath of pain and turmoil.

As the years unfolded, the Targaryen family found solace and unity in each other's company. Every meal became a cherished time for discussion, laughter, and shared moments, further strengthening the familial bonds that had weathered storms and emerged resilient.

Aegon and Helaena's marriage flourished, blessed with their two beautiful children, Jaehaerys and Jaehaera. Aegon transformed into a caring and attentive husband, shedding his earlier tendencies to become the perfect Prince fit to one day ascend the throne. Aemond, despite the challenges posed by his limited vision, emerged as a formidable warrior under his father's tutelage. Determined not to be hindered by his condition, he trained with unparalleled dedication, surpassing many in skill and prowess.

Y/N and Alicent, beaming with pride, reveled in the achievements of their children. However, their joy was tempered by the somber responsibility that befell them. With King Viserys succumbing to sickness, he lay bedridden, casting a long shadow over the realm. The inevitable reality loomed—the time was approaching when a new monarch would ascend the throne.

Amidst the bittersweet echoes of Viserys's declining health, the Targaryen family stood united, ready to face the challenges that awaited them. The transition of power loomed on the horizon, and the legacy of House Targaryen stood at the threshold of a new chapter in the annals of Westeros.

The arrival of a raven bearing Ser Vaemond Velaryon's challenging petition for the Driftwood Throne thrust the Red Keep into a state of heightened anxiety. The assertion that Rhaenyra, Daemon, and their children would return to the heart of the realm brought a cloud of unease over the castle, especially given the recent mysterious death of Laenor Velaryon.

In the midst of the commotion, Alicent navigated through the corridors toward the King's chamber, where she knew Rhaenyra and Daemon would be discussing the pressing matter of King Viserys's condition. Upon entering, she greeted them with courtesy, acknowledging the lapse of time since their last encounter. Daemon responded with a nonchalant hum, while Rhaenyra inquired about the authority overseeing the trial of her son.

A new voice cut through the tension as Y/N entered, a smirk playing on his lips. He revealed himself as the authority presiding over the trial, promising a fair judgment even as he acknowledged the accusations thrown at his wife. The room held its breath, and Alicent, standing beside her husband, added, "We have pressing matters to attend to, but please, make yourself at home." With that, the married couple walked away, leaving the guests to navigate the looming trial and the shadows of familial discord that cast their pall over the Red Keep.

The throne room buzzed with tension as the petitions unfolded, each speaker presenting their case before Y/N, who sat on the throne in his father's stead. The weight of judgment rested heavily on his shoulders. Lord Vaemond Velaryon was the first to address the court, delivering a lengthy discourse on bloodlines and the survival of House Velaryon.

However, the proceedings took an unexpected turn when, during Rhaenyra's turn to present her defense, the door opened, and in walked King Viserys. Ready to defend his favorite child, the ailing monarch cast a shadow over the proceedings. The air thickened with anticipation as the confrontation unfolded.

In a swift and brutal turn of events, Vaemond found himself condemned for openly declaring the princess's sons as bastards. The throne room, once filled with the echoes of legal arguments, now bore witness to the irrevocable consequences of familial discord and political maneuvering. As the lifeblood of House Velaryon spilled in pursuit of power and legitimacy, the court faced the stark reality that the struggle for succession and survival could exact a heavy toll on those entangled in the webs of Westerosi politics.

The atmosphere in the dining hall was thick with tension, mirroring the strained relationships within the Targaryen family. Viserys, lying in his seat of honor, served as the symbolic divide between two estranged siblings, Rhaenyra and Y/N, as the air was charged with unspoken grievances.

Jace and Luke, Baela and Rhaena, each engaged in their own conversations, while Aegon and Helaena shared a tender moment, the Prince gently rubbing his wife's hand. Aemond and Daemon, ever vigilant, sat observing, their tension a reflection of the underlying conflicts.

As King Viserys was carried in, the room stood in a display of respect. The king began his speech, adressing his family. “It’s good to see you all together. My heart aches when I see the faces dearest to me so full of envy and drifting apart form each other. House of the Dragon must be united, so let us forget all and stay strong. If not for the realm, the for this old man, who loves you all dearly.“ But the damage had been done, and the fractures within the family ran too deep to be easily mended.

Rhaenyra's toast, seemingly a gesture of reconciliation, momentarily shifted the mood. Alicent responded gracefully, highlighting the common ground between them as mothers, but the facade of harmony was shattered by a seemingly innocent gesture—a pig brought before Prince Aemond, triggering memories of the Pink Dread incident.

Aemond's explosive reaction disrupted the fragile peace. The room fell into an uneasy silence as he stood, expressing a "final tribute" to the health of his nephews, ending the speech with an insult towards the boys calling them "Strong". Chaos erupted as the young princes clashed, and the adults scrambled to intervene. The disastrous dinner culminated in Princess Rhaenyra's decision to retreat to Dragonstone, leaving behind a shattered illusion of family unity. The scars of the past ran too deep, and the once-grand gesture of a family dinner had unraveled into a painful reminder of the irreparable divisions within House Targaryen.

The dimly lit corridors echoed with quiet footsteps as Y/N made his way to his father's chamber. Upon entering, a solemn atmosphere enveloped the room, and Y/N approached King Viserys. As he assisted the ailing monarch in preparing for sleep, Viserys muttered incoherent phrases, and amidst the confusion, Y/N discerned a recurring theme—Aegon's prophecy.

In the hushed moments of their interaction, the weight of impending succession hung in the air. Viserys, in his final moments, seemed to impart a significant task to his son, urging him to fulfill the prophecy. The murmurings faded as the night unfolded, and King Viserys the Peaceful drew his last breath.

As dawn approached, the realm awaited the news of a new leader who would step forward to succeed the late monarch. The corridors, once traversed by Y/N in anticipation, now held the echoes of transition and the uncertainty that accompanied the changing tides of leadership within House Targaryen.

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A/N: This one is slightly longer, but I couldn't help but give Alicent and her kids the husband and father they deserved. We all could agree that Viserys absolutely sucked in these roles. Thank you for all the support and it would mean the world to me if you checked out my other works ♡

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Into the Dungeon with You

Pairing: Jinwoo x Reader

Genre: RomCom, Action, Future Smut

Warning: Description of violence and profanity.

Summary: Jinwoo frowned as a new system notification appeared before him.

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Author's note: I'm happy that some of you are enjoying my silly work! Yes, if you're asking to be tagged—sure! 😊

Chapter 12

The ground trembled beneath an army gathered at the heart of humanity’s last stand. Hunters of every rank stood shoulder to shoulder, their weapons clenched tight in their grasp, faces grim but determined. Even the weakest among them stood their ground, refusing to abandon the front lines, because behind them was home—and family.

And at the forefront stood the Shadow Army. Ten thousand strong. Silent. Unflinching. Giants towered over mountains, the air thick with Tusk’s arcane incantations. Bellion, Igris and Beru knelt at Jinwoo’s side, their auras blazing in anticipation.

And standing just behind him was Y/N.

Her scythe rested over her shoulder, and at her feet was a massive, slumbering shadow—her dragon. Its pitch-black scales shimmered with deep violet veins, its breath rumbling like distant thunder.

She whispered to the dragon, “Be ready.”

The portal in the sky pulsed ominously, dark tendrils spilling out, distorting the air itself. And then— A tear ripped through the clouds.

He came.

Antares arrived like a black sun blotting out the heavens. Wings outspread, talons sharp enough to rend continents, his descent cracked the earth itself. His molten glowing red eyes swept the battlefield with disdain.

And then, they settled on Jinwoo.

“You’ve gathered quite the resistance,” Antares said, his deep voice like the grinding of mountains.

Jinwoo stood tall, unmoved. “They’re not here for me. They’re here to protect what matters.”

Antares chuckled. “Protect? When the end is inevitable?” He spread his claws wide, gesturing toward the swirling abyss above. “The Primordial Hunger stirs. Even if you kill me, you’ve already lost.”

Jinwoo tightened his grip on his blade. “I haven’t lost anything yet.”

Antares tilted his head, his gaze shifting—landing on Y/N.

She froze.

Her shadow dragon rose, snarling low at the Dragon Monarch. Antares’ interest piqued. “You,” he murmured. “The Balance Keeper. Ashborn’s broken anchor.”

Y/N narrowed her eyes. “I’m not broken.”

She wasn’t ready for the sheer heat of that stare. It was like staring into the heart of an active volcano. Her chaotic brain, ever unhelpful, whispered: Majestic Daddy Dragon… Which was immediately followed by her own mental slap: Stop that!

But Antares noticed. Of course he did. Instead of fear, he found curiosity. Sparkle.

Antares gave a slow, cruel smile. “Perhaps not. But you will be.” he said, voice lowering as if it was a secret shared between them.

“I expected terror. But I see… fascination.”

But Jinwoo’s shadow swelled, and he took a deliberate step in front of her. “You will not touch her,” Jinwoo said, his voice dropping an octave.

Antares sighed. “A shame. She’s… intriguing.”

Antares’ offer came. Alliance. Partnership. Protection from the Primordial Hunger that was already stirring.

But Jinwoo refused. Exactly as Y/N knew he would.

And as Antares’ disappointment turned into lethal intent, Y/N found herself gripping her scythe tighter. This was it. The calm was over.

Jinwoo gave no warning. In a blink, he was in motion— Sword clashing against Antares’ talon in a blinding explosion of black and red.

The shockwave blew back the front line of Hunters. Tusk threw up shields of magic to hold the line.

Above them, titans clashed. Antares was relentless, his strength honed by eons of conquest. Jinwoo was faster, cutting deeper, shadow blades slashing like lightning strikes.

But it was not enough. Every time Jinwoo pressed forward, the portal tore wider behind Antares. The Primordial Hunger pulsed, screaming to be let loose upon the world.

Y/N didn’t stand still.

While Jinwoo fought Antares, she ran to the front lines. Hunters were falling, their ranks breaking under the weight of lesser dragons and corrupted beasts spilling from smaller tears. Y/N swung her scythe in wide arcs, cutting down monstrosities with brutal grace.

“Hold the line!” she shouted. Her dragon roared beside her, unleashing streams of black flame that consumed the enemy.

When a Hunter was about to fall, she was there. When a squad was about to break, she summoned shadow manifestations of ancient warriors, spectral heroes, and great beasts to bolster them.

But it wasn’t enough.

The monsters kept coming.

Her heartbeat thundered in her ears. But Y/N didn’t hesitate. She called forth more of her Shadow Manifestations—warriors she didn’t know, yet who stood for her as if they’d been waiting for the call their whole afterlife.

“You fight for me,” she whispered. “Then I fight for you.”

Y/N was everywhere. Her control of the battlefield was flawless.

And Antares noticed.

Through the corner of his eye, he watched as she rallied the broken, her dragon shielding the weak. The Balance Keeper… restoring the fragile thread between life and death, holding the tide back.

He sneered. “She’s interfering.”

But Jinwoo heard none of it. He was locked in a brutal exchange, his blade carving deep into Antares’ scales, his strength driven by something deeper—someone he couldn’t lose.

Antares roared, shifting back into his true form—massive wings blotting out the light. The heat of his flames scorched the land. The Shadow Legion roared in response. And Jinwoo’s shadows surged forward to meet him.

Jinwoo glanced once toward Y/N. And found her already staring at him.

He spoke through their minds. “I’m proud of you,” he said. And then, “Stay alive.”

Y/N’ throat tightened. “You too, idiot.”

And yet, the Primordial Hunger continued to awaken.

Y/N saw it. The portal above was too vast, too hungry. Even if Jinwoo defeated Antares, the world was moments away from being devoured.

And then it struck her.

Ashborn’s final battle. The memory of his agony as she gave her life to seal the rift. History was repeating itself.

Y/N bit her lip hard, her scythe trembling in her grip.

She turned back toward Jinwoo. He was fighting with everything he had. For her. For everyone.

Tears stung her eyes.

Jinwoo was struck hard by Antares.

He flew back, smashing into the ground with an explosion of debris.

Y/N didn’t hesitate. She sprinted toward him, throwing herself down beside him.

He coughed, blood painting his lips. But his eyes were on her immediately, searching her face.

“You have to stay back,” he rasped. “I can do this.”

Y/N’ throat closed. “You don’t have to do it alone.”

Before he could react, she leaned in— And pressed her forehead to his. A soft, lingering moment in the chaos.

“I’m glad I met you,” she whispered, tears threatening. “You… you are my home.”

Jinwoo’s breath hitched. “Y/N, don’t—”

But she was already rising. Running.

The battlefield had descended into utter chaos. The skies tore open with gaping maws of endless blackness, spilling the influence of the Primordial Hunger. Portals bled into each other, rupturing reality as monstrous distortions clawed at existence itself. Even Antares, locked in deadly combat with Jinwoo, glanced up once— And smiled. “The beginning of the end,” he whispered with cruel satisfaction.

But Y/N had already made her decision.

She exhaled shakily, lifting her gaze to the sky. Her fingers trembled as she reached out, calling to the massive shadow coiled nearby. Her dragon responded instantly, rising from the ground with a thunderous roar that shook what little was left of the earth.

Y/N vaulted onto its back. Her scythe stabbed into the beast’s hide—not to harm it, but to anchor herself as they surged skyward. The dragon’s wings spread wide, obsidian membranes shimmering like oil on water as it carried her toward the heart of the apocalyptic storm.

Below them, the Hunters were frozen in place, gazes lifted. “Lady Y/N…” murmured one of the low-rank Hunters, eyes wide in awe.

“She’s going for the portal!” shouted another.

“She’s going to close it!”

A rallying cry rose from the ranks. Their voices shook with desperation and hope.

Beru and other shadows knelt in the dirt, his mandibles clicking anxiously. Bellion and Igris, battered but standing tall, silently lifted his sword toward the sky in salute.

As Y/N and her dragon climbed higher, the winds howled violently. The Primordial Hunger’s influence battered at her, tendrils of dark energy lashing at her skin. Blood streaked her cheeks, but she gritted her teeth and pushed forward.

“Just a little closer…” she murmured. The dragon’s muscles coiled tight as it reached the apex of its flight. With a final, guttural roar, it unleashed a torrent of shadowflame, scouring a path directly into the heart of the portal.

Y/N rose to stand atop the dragon’s neck, arms wide. Her scythe vanished in a ripple of shadow. In its place, black tendrils erupted from her fingertips—long, thick shadow chains, glowing faintly with ancient runes.

“Bind,” she commanded. Her voice was steady, though her body shook.

The chains shot outward, spearing into the edges of the largest rift in the sky. The entire world seemed to groan under the strain as the chains anchored themselves deep into reality’s seams. Then— She pulled.

Y/N screamed. Shadow energy exploded from her body in a shockwave that sent the dragon tumbling beneath her. But she did not fall. She hovered, suspended by sheer will.

The chains groaned and tightened, inch by agonizing inch, dragging the portal shut. Each moment was a battle. For every meter the portal closed, the Primordial Hunger pushed back twice as hard.

Blood poured from her nose and ears. Her vision blurred. But Y/N smiled through it all. “Not this time,” she whispered. “I’ll finish it.”

Below, the Hunters watched in stunned silence. They saw her glowing like a dying star, her dragon dissolving beneath her into black dust. And still, she pulled the chains tighter.

Relief and sorrow warred in their expressions. “She’s doing it…” whispered a Hunter. “She’s winning.”

But others wept openly. “She’s… she’s not coming back, is she?”

Jinwoo felt it the moment Y/N gave herself to the Balance Keeper’s duty. A tearing sensation in his chest, as if something inside him was being ripped away.

He roared, driving Kamish’s fang deeper into Antares’ hide. The Dragon Monarch snarled, retaliating with brutal fury— But Jinwoo was relentless. Fueled by desperation. By rage.

He drove Antares back, deeper into the broken ruins of what was once a city. Every strike Jinwoo delivered cracked the air itself, his shadows swarming in a black hurricane.

Antares smirked through the pain. “You’ve already lost her,” he hissed.

And Jinwoo snapped. He unleashed everything. Antares’ massive body was thrown back, smashing through the remnants of a skyscraper, pinned by a forest of shadow spears.

Jinwoo didn’t wait. He turned and sprinted toward the sky.

The portal was closing. The chains had nearly finished their work. The sky was clearing.

But Y/N— She was falling.

Her dragon was gone, disintegrated into stardust. And she followed, her body fragmenting into particles of light and shadow. Each breath she took scattered her essence a little more.

Jinwoo’s heart stopped.

He leapt. Shadow teleportation blurred his form as he raced to catch her before she was lost.

“Y/N!” he shouted. Her gaze found him, dazed but soft. She smiled. “We did it.”

He caught her— But there was nothing solid. Her form dissolved against his chest, leaving faint warmth and motes of light behind.

“No. No, no, no… Please... not like this…” Jinwoo’s hands scrambled to hold her together, but his fingers passed through smoke and fading light.

And she was gone.

The portal sealed behind her, its edges stitched closed by shadow chains that dissolved into the ether.

Hunters dropped to their knees, some crying and roaring out in relief, others in grief. They had won. The world was saved.

But the cost…

Jinwoo stood in the center of the ruin, arms empty, head bowed. Shadows swirled around him, restless and mourning.

The silence was deafening.

Jinwoo knelt there for a long time, hands still out as if cradling something that wasn’t there. His head bowed. His shadows stood frozen behind him, unmoving, silent in mourning.

He didn’t cry. He didn’t scream. He simply… stopped.

The world was quiet. The battle was over. But the ache had only just begun.

And in the wind, A faint whisper: “I love you.”

His fists clenched. Tears dripped from his chin. But when he raised his head again, his eyes burned with purpose.

“I’ll find you, Y/N,” he swore. “Even if I have to tear through every realm to bring you home.”

And the Shadow Monarch took his first step toward a new journey.

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ASTEROID FAMA 408 IN THE SIGNS ⬎ 

♇ asteroid fama 408 in aries ⟶ having this asteroid in aries entails that one could become famous for being an athlete, or being known for what they did in war, of course it could manifest into many ways of them becoming famous because of their passion in the skill they are talented at. they could become famous chiefly for being known as "sexy", and even be known for their body, could also become famous because of botched cosmetic surgery, can just be known for their face along with also being a leader or the first person to do something.

♇ asteroid fama 408 in taurus ⟶ having this asteroid in taurus entails that one could become famous for their beauty, or because of their voice. could pursue the career of ASMR or becoming famous because you are good at singing, [does not need to apply to everyone] you can become famous because you could get into a relationship with someone who is popular. one one hand, this could manifest becoming popular because of your sensuality; might be famous because they might've pursued the career of becoming an actress/actor.

♇ asteroid fama 408 in gemini ⟶ having this asteroid in gemini entails that one could become famous through advertisement, could belong to a popular friendship group in the future, or gaining popularity quickly because of a social media like tiktok. could become famous because of something they wrote, [specifically novels], might be an industry plant, and it can go well for them. can become famous for being a journalist or being a popular page that spreads gossip like popbase from twitter.

♇ asteroid fama 408 in cancer ⟶ having this asteroid in cancer entails that one could become famous through something family-oriented, like those family accounts on youtube, or you can be looked up to because you can give good advice. could become famous due to your creativity. could become famous because you might get sexualised especially due to your breast. could become a popular politician, could become popular because people admire your beauty and find you dreamy.

♇ asteroid fama 408 in leo ⟶ asteroid fama here is clear that one is to be famous, doesnt always have to be world wide fame, it could just mean success and wealth from the line of work that they do. can also become famous because they're an actor/actress, can become famous through theatre, entertaining in general. their creativity can be admired and can be put under a spotlight. can become a socialite or become famous due to social affairs, could be through sports or anything that has them using their body a lot. can be given a monarch title over what they're skilled for.

♇ asteroid fama 408 in virgo ⟶ asteroid fama here---and i have spoke about the fame of virgo placements in the majestic virgo, and it revealed to me that virgo placements can genuinely gain fame from anything they do, or whatever they put their mind into. can become a famous scientist or judge on a talent show, can become a famous chef. can be famous in the society/community they're in. could get famous off a competition show.

♇ asteroid fama 408 in libra ⟶ asteroid fama here can make one famous due to their sense of style, being a social climber, and can also become famous in the art they pursue. another sign that can become famous due to their beauty, [might get famous due to cosmetic surgery, good or bad]. could become a famous make up artist or stylist, is another indicator of being an industry planet. depending how good the contract is, it can go well for them. could become famous if they create fashion/clothes. or a successful interior designer. could be a famous political figure.

♇ asteroid fama 408 in scorpio ⟶ asteroid fama here can make one famous due to gossip, could even indicate someone exposing a sensual video/pictures, could be perceived as a sex icon. or just being famous because people might want to copy their style/aesthetic, and being known due to their mysterious essence. could become famous due to controversy, and just the power and influence they have over people. could become a well-known dj.

♇ asteroid fama 408 in sagittarius ⟶ having asteroid fama in this sign can make someone known globally, could be a known guru, [could be beauty guru etc], could come from a popular agency. or can publish a book that does really well, could be a known screen-writer, someone who is known for their spiritual/religious beliefs good or bad. can be into philosophy, could also be known for their spiritual gifts. can be known for the things they teach. can also be known for their sense of humour.

♇ asteroid fama 408 in capricorn ⟶ having asteroid fama in this sign can make someone known because of the business they own, can be very respected in the industry they're in. could also be a known political figure, someone who is good at sculpting, could become a known historian. can give someone long lasting fame, but being saturn ruled, it can also make someone have short fame, depends how the person uses their publicity since capricorn carries karma. can become famous by associating yourself with powerful people.

♇ asteroid fama 408 in aquarius ⟶ having asteroid fama in this sign can make someone known for their unqiue-ness or for them being an authentic and original person. can also be known for their erratic personality or humour. this is an indicator of being the popular friend or having a popular friend, could also manifest into becoming famous online. can also be a known actress/actor, can also be known due to astrology, or known in the society/community they're in. can be in a popular group, could be known due to freedom fighting or social awareness, or a known psychic.

♇ asteroid fama 408 in pisces ⟶ having asteroid fama in this sign can make someone known for their dreamy aura, can be a famous actor/character, could be known for being a martyr, or for their faith. a lot of people might live through them due to what they do so this is another influencer indicator. as it can rule over photography, having asteroid fama in pisces can indicate someone being a known model or even photographer. could be a known religious leader, could have a famous wine/alcohol business. even drugs.

ASTEROID FAMA 408 IN THE HOUSES ⬎

♇ asteroid fama 408 in the first house ⟶ having this asteroid in this house can make someone known because they influence over people, can be due to their beauty or the way they carry themselves, [charisma], can be known because of their body. could be destined to be famous as it is the house of self and life-path. could have a reputation of being glamorous, could be known for their temper or something about their face.

♇ asteroid fama 408 in the second house ⟶ having this asteroid in this house can make someone known because of their singing voice, or just voice in general. could be known for being a famous collector, or could be known because of how they earn their money. could be known because of a love-affair, and this placement is an indicator of being a socialite or becoming one.

♇ asteroid fama 408 in the third house ⟶ having this asteroid in this house can make someone known because of comedy, or they could have a famous relative or be the famous relative. could be an industry plant, could become famous because of who they're associated with or could become famous with the help of advertising. can become famous due to gossip being spread about them. could be a famous writer, specifically novelist.

♇ asteroid fama 408 in the fourth house ⟶ having this asteroid in this house can make someone known because of the family they come from, or they can make their family famous. once again can become famous because people sexualise their money, can be wealthy because of a will that included them. someone having this asteroid can also become famous because of interior design, could be famous from a love-affair. or having a popular enemy, could have a parent thats known in their community.

♇ asteroid fama 408 in the fifth house ⟶ asteroid fama here can make someone famous because of their sensuality, could become famous due to be a good dancer/entertainer. could be someone who streams, can be a gamer. could be famous because they're an actor/actress, can be famous because of their child, or their child would be famous, could be in a famous film. could have a lover that is popular, if someone is risqué could be a famous porn-star.

♇ asteroid fama 408 in the sixth house ⟶ asteroid fama here can make someone famous because of the job they're in. could be famous in the animal industry, could be famous for making clothes. could become a famous chef, or since its the 6H they can become famous on anything they put their mind into, [majestic virgo], like 4H, this individual can have a popular enemy. or someone from your mother's side can be popular.

♇ asteroid fama 408 in the seventh house ⟶ asteroid fama here can make someone famous because of a relationship they are in. could be a industry plant, can become famous because of rumours spread about them, can become famous because of their charisma and beauty, could be someone who is known to climb the social ladder. could belong to a popular company, or could win a contest that makes them popular, could have a popular spouse, or popular grand-children. could be someone who is known because of their style as well, could become a stylist.

♇ asteroid fama 408 in the eighth house ⟶ asteroid fama here can make someone famous because of their sensuality, becoming famous because something 18+ might've been exposed about them. could be people because of the influence they have over other people, might be known for being a whistleblower. could become famous because they help others transform themselves, being someone who might've manifested the fame they wanted. could be in a money scandal, could become famous because of things reported about them. people might find them very magnetic and people could obsess over them thus becoming famous.

♇ asteroid fama 408 in the ninth house ⟶ having this asteroid in the ninth house entails that you can become rich because of your knowledge, because of your sense of humour, you can be someone who is known for trading, vlogging your travels, could become famous for your beliefs. this is an indicator of gaining world wide fame as well, could have a popular future spouse and becoming known because of how people admire you. can become popular in a university, and being able to gain a cult size fandom.

♇ asteroid fama 408 in the tenth house ⟶ having this asteroid in the tenth house already gives fame, being known for being talented, skilled in the arts you pursue and being someone who knows how to handle popularity. you can be skilled with who you want to partner with, another social climber indicator. becoming popular because you're usually under a spotlight, people might respect you for what you do which can aid you on your route to success. can become famous due to a brand/business, someone from your father's side of the family can help you to become famous. can become a known political figure, being someone who is known because of your prestige and profession.

♇ asteroid fama 408 in the eleventh house ⟶ having this asteroid in the tenth house can make someone an influencer, becoming popular because of a friend, or being the friend that makes other people in your social circle popular. becoming famous because of your creativity or uniqueness, could be famous in a specific community. can also become famous because of their political views and their rebellious nature. might become famous because of the parties they throw, technology the create, another indicator of being a famous vlogger/youtuber.

♇ asteroid fama 408 in the twelfth house ⟶ having this asteroid in the tenth house can entail that someone would become popular because of the way peope would idolise them---and the hard to reach energy they could embody, it'll make people live through them. could become famous because of their artistry, being a song-writter, film-maker or script-writer. could become famous due to wild spread gossip. people might also involve them in conspiracies that can make them become more known. could be known for their alcohol/wine-making. could have a famous stalking story.

ASTEROID FAMA 408 ASPECTING AXIS ⬎

♇ asteroid fama 408 aspecting the ascendant ⟶ the asteroid positively aspecting the ascendant [sextile/trine/conjunction] can make someone have a recognisable face, or they could be perceived as if they're made for the fame. people might easily warm up to them and even favour them. could have glowy skin? could look good with orange/yellow. if negatively aspecting the ascendant [square/opposition/conjunction] the kin might have a hard time adapting to fame, or people might not like them at first, finding them someone who isnt versatile and adaptable.

♇ asteroid fama 408 aspecting the imum coeli ⟶ the asteroid positively aspecting the imum coeli [sextile/trine/conjunction] shows that there were people in your family that might've saw the potential in you when you were younger. could indicate of having a supportive family, and people who always supported you when you were younger. though if it does negatively aspect the imum coeli [square/opposition/conjunction] it could show that your family would like to remain private when you become famous and that's nothing bad, but there could be some envy coming from some of them, and bringing on forces who have not supported you when you spoke about your want of success.

♇ asteroid fama 408 aspecting the descendant ⟶ the asteroid positively aspecting the descendant [sextile/trine/conjunction] shows that you could marry someone famous, or get into contracts that would favour you well. this can bring you a supportive community, and you might be able to find friendships that'll make you happier. on the other hand, if the asteroid negatively aspects the descendant [square/opposition/conjunction], can indicate that a lot of people would be jealous of how you're becoming popular, you could get into contracts that might make you feel trapped, or you could feel like you get options that you think doesnt suit what you want.

♇ asteroid fama 408 aspecting the midheaven ⟶ the asteroid positively aspecting the midheaven [sextile/trine/conjunction] entails that most of the things you do can put you under a spotlight, many of the projects you do would have easy and positive responses. you might feel like you are liked by authority in the industry. might find it easier than others to have a claim for your success. although if your aspect is negative to the midheaven [square/opposition/conjunction] it could mean that people could always have something to say about everything you do. you might be easily overwhelmed by the focus you gain from other people.

ASTEROID FAMA 408 ASPECTING INNER PLANETS ⬎

♇ asteroid fama 408 aspecting the sun ⟶ having this asteroid aspecting the sun could make someone have the urge to achieve knowledge and accomplishment from other people. becoming famous because they're an actor/actress and sometimes having both the sun and fama aspecting each other gives a slight push to the destiny of someone being famous. if the asteroid positively aspects the sun [sextile/trine/conjunction], this could mean that you might find it easy to gain status and other people's attention, there could be a lot of people who have their faith in you and when you become famous you could become honoured. if negatively aspected, [square/opposition/conjunction], can make an individual self-righteous and shallow when it comes to their and what they want. you or other people could lack loyalty, willing to step on people's toes to get what you want.

♇ asteroid fama 408 aspecting the moon ⟶ having this asteroid aspecting the moon could make someone achieve a big audience, easily praised and people might takes pictures of them all the time. might've always known they were going to become famous/wealthy. if fama and the moon positively aspect each other, [sextile/trine/conjunction], this could entail that you could get a career from being creative, involving music, poetry etc, fame can make you become very grateful for what you have and receive, but if it negatively aspects the moon, [square/opposition/conjunction], fame could make the individual very depressed, might even want to hide away from everyone, could be those who take the hermit periods for mental health reasons.

♇ asteroid fama 408 aspecting mercury ⟶ having this asteroid aspecting mercury can make someone gain fame quickly, especially due to them being liked people. they can be a person who attracts younger fans, but fans who are very talkative. when fama is positively aspecting mercury, [sextile/trine/conjunction] this can show that this individual can gain fame for being an advisor, or just for their skills, being someone who gains fame because they know how to speak well and can be really funny people. if negatively aspecting mercury [square/opposition/conjunction] the native can find themselves quickly having fame and quickly losing it, but sometimes they can be known for something that gets brought up from time to time. can also be known for quarrelling other people.

♇ asteroid fama 408 aspecting venus ⟶ having this asteroid aspecting venus can make someone gain fame due to their beauty, people might find them likeable and to be someone who is known for being able to create good art. you could gain fame because of the type of relationships you get into as well. to have venus positively aspecting fama [sextile/trine/conjunction], this could imply that you can be known for being an actress/actor, or people just easily admire you, can become an influencer if you are on the internet. can become famous due to your love interests and for the jewellery/clothes you wear. if these two points negatively aspect each other, [square/opposition/conjunction], you can be known for being someone who doesnt get into good relationships, people might find your outfits *interesting* being someone who becomes famous due to your arrogance/ignorance, and even bad temper. associating yourself with the wrong people as well.

♇ asteroid fama 408 aspecting mars ⟶ this asteroid aspecting mars can make someone have ardour to gain fame, and due to this people will compliment and respect them for their journey, can become famous fpr being an athlete, entertainer or for just being perceived as "sexy". if asteroid fama and mars are positively aspecting each other [sextile/trine/conjunction] this could mean that you could be someone who is willing to get every opportunity that can help you climb the fame ladder, being someone who can become famous by being a dancer, or even becoming famous by being a known race driver, can also be known for your brute strength. and if asteroid fama and mars is negatively aspecting each other [square/opposition/conjunction], this can imply that you can be known for getting into a lot of fights, accidents, being known for your temper, and for being someone who is competitive.

ASTEROID FAMA 408 ASPECTING OUTER PLANETS ⬎

♇ asteroid fama 408 aspecting jupiter ⟶ this asteroid aspecting jupiter can make someone known in the trading industry, could be someone who creates things that helps people socialise or sell or buy commodities. might be known because people can take advice from you, to the point that people can almost have this religious faith in you. if asteroid fama and jupiter are positively aspecting each other, [sextile/trine/conjunction] can imply that you can be known well for good script-writing, being someone who knows how to throw fun parties, and you can literally be known for the amount of achievement you get in life, this is another indicator of becoming wealthy/rich and you can find many companies/brands wanting to do deals and sponsors with you. if asteroid fama and jupiter are negatively aspecting each other this is an indicator of being known for being greedy, mean and over-indulgent. being an individual who likes to take over others and being someone who likes to command and control people too much.

♇ asteroid fama 408 aspecting saturn ⟶ this asteroid aspecting saturn can make someone either quickly gain fame or have a path that takes it long to be given to them, they can be someone who might gain fame when they're a bit older, perhaps it could be like this because when they're younger they might not be able to deal with the success that comes to them. if asteroid fama and saturn are positively aspecting each other, [sextile/trine/conjunction] the individual could have a successful business, might be known for the company they associate themselves with and could connect themselves with people who help themselves reach their desired popularity. if asteroid fama and saturn are negatively aspecting each other, this can make individual known for not being the best behaved person. could be known for being a cold and rude person and if they have the desire to be a political person, can be found to be corrupted.

♇ asteroid fama 408 aspecting uranus ⟶ the asteroid can make someone become famous during an event they wouldnt expect it to come to them, [could also make them have fame for a short amount of time, it depends on the other features within the individual's chart], can make someone an influencer and can be known for what they stand for, how they behave and their creative ideas. when the two aspect positively, [sextile/trine/conjunction], people are likely going to like them, can be given brand deals easily, and the type to help with their community with the commodities they receive. if the two aspect negatively, [square/opposition/conjunction] this could make someone egotistical with the fame they receive from other people, the type to want to change the people they hang around due to the fame they receive, could be considered as a famous person who's quite aloof. [imo that's not really a bad thing].

♇ asteroid fama 408 aspecting neptune ⟶ the asteroid aspecting this planet can make someone become famous due to them having glamour, artistry and for being deemed as someone who is dreamy. can be an actress/actor, film-maker, being someone who is known for their beauty as well. if the two positively aspect each other, [sextile/trine/conjunction] this could mean that people respect them for what they bring to the table, being known as someone who is spiritual, or even spiritually gifted, a lot of people might live through you because of this, can become other people's inspiration, for example being put on mood boards. if the two negatively aspect each other, [square/opposition/conjunction] might feel like their privacy is disrespected, some people might consider you to be a fraud, could be known for being delusional or even a drug-addict, could manifest into a situation where people literally want to be you, might get stalked.

♇ asteroid fama 408 aspecting the pluto ⟶ the asteroid aspecting this planet can make someone become famous because of the power and influence they have over other people, can be perceived as someone who is very seducing and can make people really allured to them. if the two positively aspect each other, [sextile/trine/conjunction], this can make the individual famous because they might just stand out, being instantly liked in whatever they're in, for example the influence maddy perez from euphoria had over people, it reminds me of that. can easily make money from other people, other people can easily get infatuated with them. if the two negatively aspect each other, [square/opposition/conjunction], this could mean that they could become famous due to a controversy, something about them could be revealed, could be private information even anything sexual. people could get very eerily obsessed with them, fame can be destructive for them or they can be destructive with the fame they receive, could spend too much money due to it.

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Could you maybe make an AU with Carlos? Kind of a Romeo and Juliet vibe where they’re both royalty and aren’t allowed to be together but w a happy ending?

Happy Ever After

Anon: Could you maybe make an AU with Carlos? Kind of a Romeo and Juliet vibe where they’re both royalty and aren’t allowed to be together but w a happy ending?

Song: Love Story by Indila

Author’s note: Hey anon! I'm not used to the story of Romeo and Juliet so please bear with me! Please like, reblog and share this! <33

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MASTERLIST - F1

Once upon a time, in the kingdom of Aragonia, nestled between towering mountains and winding rivers, lay a land of unparalleled beauty and prosperity. The kingdom was a tapestry of lush, verdant landscapes, where rolling hills were adorned with wildflowers that danced in the gentle breeze.

Majestic castles, their spires reaching towards the heavens, stood as a testament to the kingdom's rich history and the ingenuity of its people.

The citizens of Aragonia were a proud and industrious lot, known far and wide for their skilled craftsmanship and unwavering commitment to their community.

From the bustling marketplaces in the heart of the capital city to the quaint, charming villages that dotted the countryside, the people of Aragonia lived in harmony, their days filled with the laughter of children and the rhythmic hum of daily life.

At the center of this enchanting kingdom stood the grand palace, a sprawling edifice of gleaming marble and intricate stonework.

Here, the wise and benevolent ruler of Aragonia presided, guiding the kingdom with a steady hand and a deep understanding of the needs of his people.

Under the watchful eye of the monarch, Aragonia flourished, its reputation for prosperity and innovation spreading far beyond its borders, drawing in visitors from near and far who marveled at the beauty and wonder of this truly remarkable land.

Princess Y/N, known for your grace and beauty, was the eldest daughter of King Alfonso VII. You had inherited your father's intelligence and compassion, making you a beloved figure within the kingdom.

Prince Carlos, on the other hand, was the youngest son of King Ferdinand III. Despite his noble status, he possessed a rebellious spirit that drew him closer to the commoners.

King Alfonso and King Ferdinand were embroiled in a bitter feud that threatened to tear the kingdom apart. The two monarchs harbored deep-seated animosity towards one another, stemming from long-standing political and personal disputes.

This toxic rivalry manifested in a climate of tension and distrust, with the two men constantly vying for power and influence. The tension between them spilled over into their respective families, creating a rift that only served to exacerbate the already precarious situation within the kingdom.

As the conflict escalated, the people of the land found themselves caught in the crossfire, uncertain of their future and the stability of the realm. . . .

"Princess Y/N, are you ready for the party?" your servant asked you as you stared out of your oval-shaped window, revealing the endless sea and the docks.

"Yes Matilda, I am ready," you muttered.

You were not. You hated going to these parties that your father organized. The grand halls filled with nobility, the endless chatter about alliances and politics, and the constant pressure to present yourself as the perfect princess made you feel suffocated.

You'd rather stay here and watch the sea forever, losing yourself in the gentle rhythm of the waves and the distant calls of the seabirds.

As you reluctantly turned away from the window, you couldn't help but sigh. The ocean had always been your sanctuary, a place where you could dream of freedom and adventure far from the palace walls.

But duty called, and you knew you had to uphold your role, no matter how much it pained you.

Adjusting your gown, you took a deep breath and steeled yourself for the evening ahead, wishing that one day you might find a way to escape the gilded cage that held you.

Your father expected you to charm the guests, forge new alliances, and perhaps even catch the eye of a suitable suitor. He had always emphasized the importance of these gatherings for the kingdom's future, and he relied on you to play your part perfectly.

Despite your own desires, you knew that failing to meet his expectations could have serious repercussions for both you and the realm.

The thought of potential suitors filled you with a mixture of dread and resignation. You longed for a partner who understood your love for the sea and your yearning for freedom, rather than someone who only saw you as a pawn in their political games.

Yet, you knew that such a romantic ideal was unlikely in your world, where alliances were forged not by love but by necessity. . . .

"Carlos! Are you sure this isn't going to get us into big trouble?" Mercutio whispered as the three of them pushed through the overgrown garden of the Alfonso family.

Carlos grinned, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Relax, Mercutio. I've done this a dozen times before. The Alfonsos are too busy celebrating to notice a few extra guests," he replied confidently, ducking under a low-hanging branch.

"Besides, we blend in perfectly. Just act like you belong, and no one will question a thing."

Benvolio, trailing behind them, chimed in, "He's right, Mercutio. Remember last summer when we crashed the mayor's gala? We even got compliments on our outfits!" He adjusted his mask and smoothed his clothes, trying to muster up some of Carlos' bravado.

"Let's just have fun tonight. What's the worst that could happen?"

The garden was a labyrinth of lavishly manicured hedges and vibrant flowerbeds, with twinkling fairy lights strung overhead that cast a magical glow on the scene. Stone statues of mythical creatures peeked out from behind dense shrubbery, and a grand marble fountain stood at the center, its water sparkling like liquid diamonds.

The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming jasmine, adding an enchanting allure to the evening.

"Just blend in," Carlos finally whispered before slipping into the crowd, his movements fluid and confident. Mercutio and Benvolio exchanged a quick glance, then followed suit, mingling seamlessly with the other revelers.

The sound of laughter and music enveloped them as they made their way toward the heart of the celebration, hoping their disguises would hold up under the scrutiny of the Alfonso family and their guests.

Carlos was dressed in an elegant black suit adorned with intricate gold embroidery, his mask a matching black with delicate filigree that framed his eyes.

Mercutio wore a deep blue velvet coat with silver accents, his mask resembling a Venetian masterpiece with feathers that added a touch of mystique.

Benvolio, opting for a more understated look, sported a dark green ensemble with subtle bronze details, his mask simple yet sophisticated, giving him an air of quiet confidence.

Carlos, Mercutio and Benvolio all arrived at the mansion, eager to have a good time. As they mingled with the guests, no one had any idea that they were from the rival Ferdinand family.

They blended in seamlessly, sipping drinks and chatting merrily, their true identities hidden from the unsuspecting crowd.

The three friends revelled in the freedom of being anonymous at the party. They could let their guard down and truly enjoy themselves, without the constant tension and rivalry that existed between their family and the Alfonso.

For once, they were able to forget the long-standing feud and simply live in the moment, dancing and laughing without a care in the world. . . .

"Everyone! Please give your full attention to King Alfonso and his daughter, Princess Y/N who make their appearance tonight!" The announcer stated, catching everyone's attention and the room came to a silent halt.

The grand hall was adorned with opulent chandeliers that cast a warm, golden glow over the elegantly dressed guests. Rich tapestries depicting scenes of royal triumphs hung on the walls, and an orchestra played softly in the background, adding to the regal atmosphere.

At the top of the imperial staircase, a majestic red carpet led straight to the throne, where King Alfonso and Princess Y/N stood in their resplendent attire.

King Alfonso, a striking figure with a commanding presence, wore a robe of deep crimson velvet trimmed with gold embroidery. His crown, encrusted with precious gemstones, rested regally upon his silver hair, which added to his dignified look.

His piercing blue eyes surveyed the room with a mixture of authority and benevolence, and a jeweled scepter in his right hand glinted under the chandelier's light, symbolizing his unchallenged power and leadership.

Princess Y/N, standing gracefully beside him, was the epitome of elegance and poise. Your gown, a masterpiece of delicate lace and satin in shades of royal blue, shimmered with every movement.

A tiara of diamonds and sapphires adorned your flowing locks, complementing your serene and captivating beauty.

Your eyes, a brilliant shade of green, radiated warmth and kindness as you acknowledged the gathered guests, while your calm demeanor and gentle smile hinted at the wisdom and strength that lay beneath your refined exterior.

Carlos and his friends were at the buffet, eagerly sampling the lavish spread of delicacies when the announcement echoed through the hall.

While his companions barely glanced up before returning to their plates, Carlos found himself captivated by the sight of you. Your graceful presence and ethereal beauty held him spellbound, making it impossible for him to look away.

The sparkle of your tiara and the gentle warmth in your eyes seemed to draw him in, as if you were the very embodiment of a fairy tale come to life.

As his friends continued their animated conversation about the best dishes at the buffet, Carlos remained rooted to his spot, his gaze fixed firmly on the princess.

He felt an inexplicable connection, a magnetic pull that made the noise and bustle around him fade into the background.

In that moment, nothing else mattered; all he could see was you, and all he could feel was the hope that perhaps, just perhaps, you might notice him amidst the sea of faces.

The first dance came soon after the announcement, and Carlos knew it was the perfect chance to make his presence known. As the music started, couples began to fill the dance floor, but Carlos's eyes never left you.

Gathering his courage, he approached with a respectful bow, extending his hand. "May I have this dance, Princess?" he asked, his voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions inside him.

You smiled warmly, recognizing the sincerity in his gaze, and placed your hand in his.

As you both moved gracefully to the rhythm, the world seemed to blur around you. Carlos felt a sense of belonging and purpose, each step affirming the connection he felt.

In your presence, the grandeur of the ballroom faded, leaving just the two of you, sharing a moment that neither would soon forget.

"What is your name?" you asked, your voice as melodious as the music enveloping the room. Carlos hesitated for a brief moment, the truth perched on the edge of his tongue.

"My name is Charles," he lied. A slight tremor in his voice betrayed his nervousness.

You tilted your head slightly, a curious glint in your eyes as you continued to dance. "Charles," you repeated, testing the name on your lips. "It's a pleasure to meet you. Tell me, Charles, what brings you to our celebration tonight?"

Carlos swallowed hard, determined to maintain his composure. "I came with friends," he replied, gesturing subtly towards the buffet. "But now, I am grateful for this unexpected opportunity to dance with you, Princess."

Carlos and you danced gracefully before your father, the King. As the music came to an end, your father gave you a pointed look, signalling that it was time to separate and greet another potential suitor.

You leaned in to Carlos and whispered, "Meet me in the west garden in an hour."

Carlos' eyes widened momentarily, but he quickly regained his composure. "I'll be there," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

You made your way through the throng of guests, exchanging pleasantries with the various noblemen and women who sought your attention. However, your mind was focused on the upcoming meeting with Carlos.

As the appointed hour approached, you slipped away from the main festivities and hurried to the west garden. Carlos was already there, waiting for you under the moonlit sky.

"You came," You said, relief evident in your voice.

"Of course," Carlos responded, taking your hands in his. "I couldn't bear the thought of not seeing you, even if it's just for a moment."

"Carlos, I... I don't know what to do. My father expects me to entertain these suitors, but that's not what my heart wants me to do."

Carlos squeezed your hands gently, his eyes searching yours. "Sometimes, we must follow our hearts, even if it means defying expectations," he said, his voice filled with quiet determination.

"I know it might be difficult, but you deserve to be with someone who understands you, who cherishes you for who you are, not just for your title."

You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of your father's expectations and the longing in your heart. "But what if my father never approves? What if he forces me to marry someone else?" you asked, your voice trembling with uncertainty.

Carlos stepped closer, his grip on your hands firm and reassuring. "Then we'll find a way to be together, no matter the obstacles. Love is worth fighting for, Princess. And I promise, I will fight for you."

"But how, you've only met me today," you started, your voice tinged with skepticism.

"It's something called love at first sight, Princess," Carlos teased, a playful smile dancing on his lips. "From the moment I saw you, I knew there was something special about you. It's not just about the title or the expectations—it's about the connection we share, even in such a short time."

You felt a warmth spread through your chest at his words, but doubt still lingered. "But what if this feeling fades? What if we regret defying everything for a chance that might not last?"

Carlos' expression grew serious, his eyes locking onto yours with unwavering intensity. "Feelings like this don't fade easily, Princess. Genuine connections are rare and precious, and I believe ours is one of them. We owe it to ourselves to explore this, to give our hearts a chance to truly know if it's real."

"Okay," you replied shyly, a blush rising to your cheeks. No one has ever spoken to you like this before; it has always been about fulfilling duties and consummating the marriage.

Your entire life, you were taught that love was secondary to alliances and obligations, but Carlos' words stirred something deep within you—a hope that maybe, just maybe, there was more to life than duty.

Carlos' eyes softened as he noticed your hesitation. "This world we live in often binds us with chains of duty and tradition. But sometimes, those chains need to be broken for us to truly live. Let me prove to you that what we have is real. Let me show you a world where love and happiness aren't just dreams but possibilities."

His words carried a promise, a vow that resonated with the unspoken desires in your heart.

You nodded, unable to speak any more, tears welling up in your eyes. Carlos' hand gently cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray tear. "Thank you for trusting me," he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity and warmth.

He leaned in and placed a tender kiss on your cheek, the simple gesture sending a shiver down your spine. His lips lingered for a moment, and you closed your eyes, savoring the unexpected comfort and reassurance his presence brought.

As he pulled back, his eyes never left yours, a silent promise passing between you.

In that moment, the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you standing together against the backdrop of an uncertain future.

You took a deep breath, feeling a newfound strength and determination blooming within you. With Carlos by your side, you felt ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, confident that love, for once, would guide your path.

"Should your first job to court me be to kiss me on the lips?" you teased, a playful glint in your eyes. Carlos chuckled, the sound light and full of promise.

"If that is what the princess desires," he replied, his voice low and husky.

He leaned in slowly, giving you ample time to pull away if you wished. But you didn't; instead, you found yourself closing the distance between you, your lips meeting his in a soft, tentative kiss.

The kiss was gentle, almost hesitant at first, as if both of you were savoring the moment's significance. Then it deepened, becoming a silent conversation of shared hopes and unspoken dreams.

When you finally pulled away, your heart was racing, and you saw the same exhilaration mirrored in Carlos' eyes.

"Consider it the first of many," he murmured, his forehead resting against yours. "Because this is just the beginning of our journey together."

Your mind was a whirlwind of emotions, a blend of excitement, nervousness, and an overwhelming sense of belonging. The kiss had unlocked a floodgate of feelings you had kept hidden for so long, and in that brief, magical moment, you felt truly seen and understood.

As you gazed into Carlos' eyes, you knew that whatever lay ahead, you would face it together, strengthened by the bond you had just forged.

"How will I communicate with you?" Carlos whispered, his breath warm against your skin.

You smiled softly, your fingers tracing the outline of his jaw. "We'll find a way," you replied, your voice steady with conviction. "Whether through letters, messages, or the silent understanding we share, we'll always be connected."

Carlos nodded, his eyes filled with trust and determination. "I believe in us," he said quietly, his hand gently squeezing yours.

"Princess Y/N! Where are you?" you heard your maid, Matilda, yell out your name, her voice carrying a mix of urgency and worry.

You turned towards the sound, your heart sinking slightly at the reminder of your duties and the world that awaited outside this intimate bubble.

"I think that's the sign to leave, but don't worry, I'll be here tomorrow," Carlos said, letting go of you reluctantly. You nodded, a soft smile playing on your lips.

"Promise?" you asked, your eyes searching his.

"Promise," Carlos replied, his gaze unwavering.

With one last lingering look, you turned and began to walk towards Matilda's voice, feeling Carlos' eyes on you until you disappeared from view. . . .

"Matilda, you saw who I was with, am I right?" you asked, staring out of your window as the evening sun cast long shadows across the room.

"Yes, Princess," Matilda replied, her voice hesitant but clear.

"Do you recognize him?" you pressed, turning to face her, your curiosity mingling with a touch of apprehension.

Matilda nodded slowly. "Yes, I do. He is the youngest child of our rival, King Ferdinand's child, Prince Carlos."

A gasp escaped your lips, and you felt a mix of shock and confusion grip you. "Prince Carlos? But how... why didn't you tell me sooner?"

Matilda's eyes softened with understanding. "I didn't want to alarm you, Princess. I saw how happy you were. But you must be careful; our kingdoms have a complicated history."

Your mind raced with conflicting emotions.

If Prince Carlos had lied about his identity, how could you trust anything else he had said

The promise he made to you felt sincere at the time, but now, doubt gnawed at your heart. What if his intentions were not as pure as you had believed?

The weight of the revelation pressed heavily on your shoulders, and the once-clear path ahead now seemed clouded with uncertainty.

Yet, there was a part of you that wanted to believe in the connection you had felt with him. Despite the rivalry between your kingdoms, there had been moments of genuine warmth and understanding in your conversations.

Could it be possible that he, too, wished for peace and a way to bridge the divide?

You knew you needed to tread carefully, but the hope that perhaps, just perhaps, there could be more to his story than deceit kept a small flame of optimism alive within you.

Your heart ached with the weight of uncertainty. "Matilda, what should I do?" you asked, your voice trembling.

Matilda stepped closer, her expression filled with empathy. "Princess, you must tread carefully. Confront Prince Carlos and seek the truth. But remember, matters of the heart are never simple, especially when they are entangled with the affairs of state. Trust your instincts, but also be prepared for whatever truths may come to light."

A whirlwind of emotions swirled within you—fear, hope, and a lingering sense of betrayal. Matilda's words echoed in your mind, urging you to confront Prince Carlos yet cautioning you to brace for the truth.

Your heart beat erratically, torn between the desire to uncover the reality and the dread of what that reality might reveal. . . .

"Good morning, Princess," you heard Carlos say as he emerged from behind a bush, his mask still on from yesterday.

You were in your garden, the same place where Carlos had left you last night. His presence startled you, but you quickly composed yourself, determined to face him.

"Carlos," you began, your voice steady despite the turmoil within.

His eyes widened in surprise at the sound of his real name, betraying a flicker of vulnerability. "I see you know the truth," he said softly, his voice tinged with regret.

"I need to know the full truth. Why did you hide your identity from me?"

His eyes flickered with a mixture of guilt and resolve as he stepped closer, the morning light casting shadows across his masked face.

"I never intended to deceive you," he said softly.

Slowly, with deliberate movements, Carlos reached up and removed his mask, revealing a face that was both strikingly handsome and etched with sorrow. Your breath hitched at the sight, your heart skipping a beat as you took in the chiseled features and the intense eyes that had once seemed so distant.

It was as if a barrier had been lifted between you, and for a moment, the world around you faded into the background.

"I feared that revealing my true identity would ruin the connection we had built. Our fathers have a long history of conflict, and I didn't want that to stand between us. But now, I realize that honesty is the only way forward. I hope you can understand and find it in your heart to trust me once more."

You took a deep breath, letting his words sink in. "Carlos, this isn't just about our fathers' past. It's about the trust between us, the foundation of any relationship," you said, your voice trembling slightly.

"You should have told me the truth from the beginning. How can I be sure there aren't other secrets you're hiding?"

Carlos looked down, his expression a mix of shame and determination. "I understand your hesitation, but I promise you, there are no more secrets. I want to build a future with you based on honesty and trust. Please, give me a chance to prove myself," he implored, reaching out to take your hand.

The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down your spine, and for a moment, you allowed yourself to hope that maybe, just maybe, things could be different.

You looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of deceit, but all you saw was sincerity and a deep longing. "Carlos, this isn't going to be easy," you said, your voice softening.

"Trust has to be earned, and it will take time for me to fully trust you again. But I want to try. I want to believe that we can overcome this, together."

Carlos's eyes lit up with a glimmer of hope. "Thank you," he whispered, his grip on your hand tightening slightly. "I promise I will do whatever it takes to show you that my intentions are true. No more secrets, no more lies. Just us, facing the world together."

You nodded, feeling a cautious optimism bloom within you.

The path ahead was uncertain, but for the first time in a long time, you both felt that it might just be possible to forge a future built on a foundation of truth and mutual respect.

"Good," you muttered, cupping his face to place a kiss on his lips.

The kiss was tentative at first, as if testing the waters of this newfound honesty. But soon, it deepened with a mutual understanding that this was the first step towards mending what had been broken.

Pulling back slightly, you looked into his eyes, seeing the determination etched in his gaze.

"Well," you said with a playful smile, "if we're going to start fresh, maybe we should celebrate with dinner tonight. How about you cook for me? I've been dying to taste your famous paella."

Carlos chuckled, a spark of mischief lighting up his eyes. "Ah, my culinary skills, eh? You know, I only bring out my best recipes for special occasions. But for you, I think I can make an exception."

"You'd better," you teased, giving him a light nudge. "And don't think you can win me over with just food. I'm expecting some serious effort on your part."

Carlos grinned, his confidence returning. "Challenge accepted. Just wait, by the end of the night, you won't have any doubts about my commitment to us."

You both laughed, the tension easing as you basked in the warmth of this new beginning, ready to face whatever came next, together. . . .

Carlos couldn't help but sneak another glance at the grand Alfonso mansion as he crept through the garden, his heart pounding with excitement and nerves.

"Are you sure about this?" he whispered, finally reaching the veranda where you stood waiting.

"Absolutely," you whispered back, a smile playing on your lips. "I've thought about it, and I don't want to waste any more time. If we're going to build a future together, let's start now."

Carlos took a deep breath, looking deep into your eyes. "Then let's do it. Let's get married. I'll make Friar Laurence wed us tomorrow."

You nodded, feeling a rush of exhilaration. "Yes, Carlos. Let's take this leap of faith together. No more doubts, no more hesitation. Just us, united in a promise to face everything hand in hand."

"Until tomorrow, princess. I can't wait to make you my wife," Carlos said, kissing your knuckles.

Your heart raced as his warm lips brushed against your skin. The way he looked at you, with such adoration and longing, sent shivers down your spine. You knew in that moment that there was no one else you'd rather spend the rest of your life with.

"I can hardly contain my excitement," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. "The thought of becoming your wife fills me with such joy."

Carlos smiled, his eyes sparkling with love. "Then it's settled. Tomorrow, in front of all our loved ones, I will make you mine forever." He brought your hand to his lips once more, sealing the promise with a tender kiss.

As he reluctantly pulled away, you already felt the loss of his touch. But the knowledge that soon you would be bound to him for eternity filled you with a sense of peace and belonging.

Tomorrow could not come soon enough.

The next day, under the cover of dawn, you and Carlos made your way to Friar Laurence's small chapel. The early morning light filtered through the stained glass windows, casting colorful patterns on the stone floor.

Friar Laurence stood at the altar, a knowing smile on his face as you approached. "Are you both ready to take this step?" he asked softly, his voice filled with warmth and understanding.

Carlos squeezed your hand, his eyes never leaving yours. "Yes, Friar," he replied with unwavering certainty. "We are ready to start our life together."

You nodded in agreement, feeling a swell of emotion rise in your chest.

Friar Laurence began the ceremony, his words a soothing balm to your anxious heart. As you exchanged vows, the world outside seemed to fade away.

Friar Laurence started, "Carlos and Y/N, I now pronounce you husband and wife. May your union bring an end to the conflict between your families."

Carlos said, his eyes never leaving yours. "Thank you, Friar Laurence. With this marriage, I hope my father and Y/N's father can find peace."

"As do I, Carlos. Our love will show them that there is a way forward, beyond this senseless feud."

Friar Laurence smiled, "I pray that your marriage will be the first step towards reconciliation. May God bless you both."

For those precious moments, it was just the two of you, bound by love and the promise of a future together. . . .

Later that afternoon, Carlos met with Mercutio in the secluded garden behind his family's estate. The air was filled with the scent of blooming roses and the gentle hum of bees.

Benvolio, ever the jester, was the first to speak. "Carlos, you look like a man with a secret. Do tell, what has you so radiant today?"

Carlos couldn't suppress his joy any longer. "My friend, I have wonderful news. This morning, Y/N and I were married in Friar Laurence's chapel."

Benvolio's eyes widened in surprise. "Married? So soon? But what about the feud between your families? Do they know?"

Carlos shook his head, a determined look in his eyes. "Not yet, but we hope that our union will be the catalyst for peace. We believe that our love can end this senseless conflict. Now, more than ever, we need your support and discretion."

However, he is soon stopped when he sees Tybalt Alfonso, Y/N's cousin, there arguing with Mercutio. The tension in the garden was palpable, cutting through the serene atmosphere like a knife.

Tybalt's face was flushed with anger as he pointed an accusing finger at Mercutio. "What are you doing here, Montague?"

Tybalt spat, his voice laced with venom. "This garden is not for the likes of you."

Mercutio, ever the provocateur, smirked and replied, "Oh, Tybalt, must you always be so dramatic? We're simply enjoying the lovely weather. Besides, Carlos invited us."

Carlos stepped forward, trying to diffuse the situation. "Tybalt, please, this isn't the time for old grudges."

Tybalt glared at Carlos, his eyes burning with fury. "You dare refuse my challenge?" he spat, his voice dripping with contempt. "We are sworn enemies, and you will face me in combat!"

Carlos held up his hands, his expression calm and resolute. "I cannot, Tybalt. You are like family to me. I love you as a brother, and I will not raise my hand against you."

Tybalt's brow furrowed in confusion, his anger momentarily tempered by the unexpected response. "What madness is this?" he demanded.

"We have been at odds for years, and now you claim to love me as kin?"

"It is no madness, Tybalt," Carlos replied evenly. "My heart has changed, and I see now that our feud has been a foolish and pointless thing. Let us put aside our differences and embrace as family."

Tybalt's jaw tightened, his hands clenching into fists. "You mock me with your words, Carlos," he growled.

"I will not be swayed by your honeyed tongue. The time for talk is over - draw your sword and fight, or be forever branded a coward!"

"I cannot believe you refuse to fight like a true man," Mercutio spat, his eyes narrowed in frustration as Carlos once again declined the challenge.

"Do you not have the courage to face me on the battlefield?"

Carlos averted his gaze, his voice barely above a whisper. "I mean no disrespect, Mercutio, but I have no desire to engage in such violence. Perhaps we could resolve this matter peacefully."

Mercutio scoffed, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. "Peaceful? Bah! You dishonour yourself and all those around you with your cowardice."

He stepped forward, his chin raised defiantly. "If you will not fight, then I shall take your place and show you how a true warrior conducts himself."

Before Carlos could protest, Mercutio had already turned to face Tybalt, his sword drawn and his stance ready.

"En garde, Tybalt!" he called out, his voice ringing with a mixture of anger and excitement. "Let us see who is the better swordsman!"

Tybalt and Mercutio drew their swords, the blades gleaming in the sunlight as they began to duel.

The sound of steel clashing against steel echoed through the streets as the two men traded fierce blows, their movements swift and precise.

Sensing the escalating tension, Carlos attempted to intervene, stepping between the combatants in a desperate bid to stop the fighting.

However, Tybalt, blinded by rage, lashed out with his sword, aiming to strike Carlos but instead catching Mercutio in the chest.

Mercutio cried out in pain as the blade pierced his flesh, crimson blood spilling onto the cobblestones. He staggered backward, his own sword slipping from his grasp as he clutched at the wound.

Tybalt, realising his mistake, hesitated for a moment, his expression a mix of shock and regret.

The brief pause was all Carlos needed to seize Tybalt's sword arm, wrestling the weapon from his grip and forcing him to the ground. Mercutio, his strength fading, collapsed to his knees, his laboured breaths echoing in the stunned silence that had fallen over the scene.

Mercutio drew his final, shuddering breath, his body racked with agony. He turned to his friend Carlos, pain etched across his face.

"Alas, dear friend, I fear my end is nigh," Mercutio said, his voice barely above a whisper. "This wound, it burns like fire, sapping my strength with every passing moment."

Carlo grasped Mercutio's hand, tears welling in his eyes. "Speak not of such things, good Mercutio. You shall recover, I promise you."

Mercutio managed a weak smile. "Nay, Romeo, my time has come. Promise me, promise me you'll not forget me." Romeo nodded solemnly, a single tear cascading down his cheek.

"I shall never forget you, my dearest friend."

Carlos's heart ached with unbearable sorrow as he held Mercutio's hand tightly. "Your memory will live on in my heart forever, Mercutio," he vowed, his voice breaking.

With a final squeeze, he watched helplessly as the light faded from his friend's eyes. . . .

Carlos felt furious at Tybalt for killing Mercutio. The death of his dear friend had left him overcome with rage.

How dare Tybalt take Mercutio's life in such a callous manner? Carlos seethed with anger, his fists clenched as he replayed the tragic events in his mind.

In that moment, all Carlos could think about was avenging Mercutio. The thirst for retribution burned within him, clouding his judgment.

He knew he had to confront Tybalt, to make him pay for this heinous act. Carlos was determined to ensure justice was served, no matter the cost. His grief had morphed into a fierce, unyielding desire for vengeance.

Carlos scanned the area, his eyes narrowing as he searched for Tybalt. The coward had fled, leaving chaos and heartbreak in his wake. Carlos's rage intensified with every passing second, knowing that Tybalt had not only taken Mercutio's life but had also escaped without facing the consequences of his actions.

The thought of Tybalt's cowardice fueled his resolve, and he vowed to track him down, no matter how long it took or how far he had to go.

Determined and unwavering, Carlos rose to his feet, his mind singularly focused on his mission. He would hunt Tybalt to the ends of the earth if necessary, driven by a mix of grief and fury.

The streets that once seemed familiar now felt like a labyrinth he had to navigate to find his enemy.

As he moved forward, each step was a promise to Mercutio: justice would be served, and the pain inflicted upon his friend would not go unanswered.

Carlos and Tybalt found each other in the dimly lit alleyway, the tension between the two palpable. They circled one another, eyes locked, hands gripping their weapons tightly.

Without warning, Tybalt lunged forward, his blade slicing through the air. Carlos parried the attack, the sound of steel clashing against steel echoing through the narrow passage. The two men traded blows, their movements quick and precise, each one trying to gain the upper hand.

The fight raged on, neither man willing to back down. Tybalt's attacks grew more frenzied, his desperation fueling his strikes.

Carlos, however, remained calm and focused, his counterattacks landing with devastating precision.

In a final, desperate attempt, Tybalt made one last lunge.

But Carlos was ready, and with a swift, decisive movement, he plunged his blade deep into Tybalt's chest. Tybalt's eyes widened in shock, and he crumpled to the ground, lifeless.

Carlos stood over Tybalt's lifeless body, his chest heaving with the adrenaline of the fight. The rage that had fueled him moments ago began to ebb, replaced by a heavy, somber silence.

He glanced up at the darkened sky, a sense of emptiness washing over him as he realized that, despite his victory, the void left by Mercutio's death could never truly be filled.

Realising what he has done, Carlos fled in a panic. The weight of his actions overwhelmed him, and he knew he could not face the consequences.

The Prince arrived on the scene, his expression grave.

With a booming voice, he declared, "Carlos, your crimes for killing Tybalt are unforgivable. You are hereby banished from Aragonia, effective immediately. You must leave our lands at once and never return, lest you face the full extent of our justice."

Carlos trembled, knowing there was no arguing with the Prince's decree.

You crumpled to the floor, the news of your cousin Tybalt's death and your husband Carlos' banishment hitting you like a tidal wave. Tears streamed down your face as you clutched the letter that had delivered such devastating news.

The room seemed to spin, and you felt an unbearable weight pressing down on your chest, making it difficult to breathe.

The love you had for Carlos was now intertwined with the grief and anger over Tybalt's demise, leaving you torn and shattered.

Days turned into nights, and the sorrow did not relent. You wandered through your home, haunted by memories of happier times, now tainted by the tragedy that had befallen your family.

Friends and family tried to console you, but their words felt hollow, unable to bridge the chasm of pain that consumed you.

The future seemed bleak, and you struggled to find a way forward, questioning how you could ever rebuild your life with the two most important people ripped away from you.

Each moment brought a fresh wave of anguish, the love for Carlos clashing violently with the grief and anger over Tybalt's death. You found yourself trapped in an endless cycle of longing and resentment, unable to reconcile the two.

At night, when the world was quiet, the memories of Carlos's gentle touch would surface, only to be shattered by the haunting vision of Tybalt's lifeless body, leaving you torn between the man you loved and the cousin you had lost.

"Y/N! Open the window door!" you heard someone too familiar say at your balcony at night.

You were about to sleep when you ran to the balcony to see Carlos, your husband who was supposed to be banished from the kingdom for killing your cousin.

"Carlos, what are you doing here?" you asked, opening the window for him, still angry for his actions.

"Y/N, my love, I had to come back. I couldn't live without you," Carlos pleaded, his eyes filled with desperation.

"I know what I did was wrong, but I did it to protect you. That cousin of yours was a threat, and I had to eliminate him."

You shook your head in disbelief. "Protect me? By murdering my own flesh and blood? Do you have any idea what you've done? You're a wanted man, Carlos. If they find you here, they'll kill you."

"I don't care about that," he said, reaching for your hand. "All that matters to me is you. I love you, Y/N, and I'll do whatever it takes to be with you."

You pulled your hand away, your heart torn between your love for Carlos and the weight of his actions. "Carlos, you have to leave. This is madness. I can't protect you, and I can't be with you, not after what you've done."

"They didn't tell anyone but your cousin killed Mercutio," Carlos muttered.

"What? That can't be true," You exclaimed, your heart racing. "My cousin would never do such a thing!"

Carlos shook his head solemnly. "I'm afraid it is true. I was there, I tried to stop them. They were trying to cover it up. I'm sorry I killed Tybalt but it was justice for Mercutio,"

You felt a sense of disbelief wash over you.

"Tell me everything, Carlos," you demanded, your voice trembling. "I need to know exactly what happened that night."

Carlos took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving yours. "It all started when I was telling Mercutio about our marriage. Tybalt suddenly came out of nowhere and challenged us to fight. Tybalt lost his temper and attacked him. I tried to intervene, but it was too late. When I saw Mercutio fall, I knew I had to act."

You could see that Carlos wasn't lying through his eyes, which made you feel even worse. You walked further into your room, your hand on your face, trying to process the whirlwind of emotions crashing over you.

Carlos followed you, quietly closing the window behind him to ensure no one would hear your conversation.

"Y/N, I know this is difficult to accept, but I had no choice," Carlos said softly, his voice filled with regret. "I couldn't let Tybalt get away with what he did to Mercutio. Our friend needed justice, and I couldn't just stand by and do nothing."

You couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for Carlos, despite the anger and betrayal still burning within you. The room felt suffocating, the weight of the truth pressing down on you both.

"Y/N, I didn't come here to discuss bloodshed and the past," Carlos said, his voice steadying as he took a step closer to you.

"Then what did you come here to discuss?" you asked, leaning against the nearest wall to face him, your eyes searching his for answers.

"Us," he muttered, looking down at the floor. "We haven't really consummated the marriage, have we?"

Your breath caught in your throat, the intensity of the moment overwhelming you. "Carlos, this isn't the time," you whispered, trying to hold back the storm of emotions. "Our lives are in danger, and all you can think about is us?"

Carlos raised his eyes to meet yours, determination etched in his features. "Yes, because despite everything, I love you. And I need to know if there's still a chance for us, if you still love me too."

You stood there, stunned by his confession. The love you once felt for Carlos was now tangled with the pain of recent events. "Carlos," you began, struggling to find the right words.

"I don't know if I can just forget everything that happened. Mercutio's death, the feud—it has all changed us. But I can't deny that a part of me still cares for you."

Carlos took another step closer, his eyes softening. "Then let that part guide you," he pleaded. "We can find a way through this, together. We can honor Mercutio by trying to build something better, something that isn't marred by hatred and violence."

You searched his eyes, longing to believe in the possibility of a future where love could triumph over the shadows of the past.

"Y/N, I want you," he said, his voice low and husky.

You looked up at him, your heart racing. You wanted him too, but you were still scared. . . .

"I don't know if I'm ready," you said, your voice trembling.

Carlos took a step closer to you, his eyes never leaving yours. "I'll be gentle, I promise," he said, his fingers tracing the outline of your face.

You looked up at him, and in that moment, you knew you couldn't resist him any longer. You took a deep breath and nodded, and Carlos led you inside.

As soon as the door closed behind you, Carlos pulled you close and kissed you, his lips hot and demanding. You responded eagerly, your body melting against his.

He started to undress you, his hands skillfully removing your clothes. You stood there, trembling with anticipation, as he kissed every inch of your body.

When he reached your breasts, he took one nipple into his mouth and sucked, his tongue swirling around it. You let out a moan, your body responding to his touch.

He continued to explore your body, his hands and mouth leaving a trail of fire in their wake. When he reached your pussy, he spread your lips apart and started to lick and suck, his tongue delving deep inside you.

You let out a loud moan, your body writhing with pleasure. He continued to lick and suck, his fingers joining in to stimulate your clit.

You felt an orgasm building inside you, and you grabbed onto Carlos's head, pulling him closer. "Don't stop," you moaned. "Don't stop."

He didn't stop, and soon you were crying out in pleasure, your body shaking as you came hard against his mouth.

When you finally came down from your orgasm, Carlos stood up and kissed you, his tongue delving deep into your mouth. You could taste your own juices on his lips, and it only turned you on more.

He reached down and pulled out his cock, and you could see the desire in his eyes. You wrapped your legs around his waist, and he entered you in one swift motion.

You let out a loud moan as he filled you up, your body adjusting to his size. He started to thrust, slowly at first, and then faster and harder.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, your bodies moving in perfect harmony. You could feel another orgasm building inside you, and you urged him on.

"Harder, Carlos," you moaned, "harder."

He responded by thrusting even harder, his cock hitting your G-spot with every stroke. You let out a loud cry as you came again, your body shaking with pleasure.

Carlos continued to thrust, his own orgasm building. He let out a loud groan as he came, his hot cum filling you up.

You collapsed against him, your bodies slick with sweat. You kissed him, your tongues intertwined, and you knew that you had made the right decision.

"Let's run away together," you muttered breathlessly, your lips still tingling from the intensity of your kiss.

Carlos looked into your eyes, his face softening with a mixture of surprise and tenderness. "You mean it?" he asked, his voice filled with hope and disbelief.

You nodded, feeling a surge of certainty wash over you. "Yes, let's leave everything behind and start fresh, just the two of us."

Carlos smiled, a glimmer of excitement flickering in his eyes. "I’ve wanted this for so long. We can go anywhere you want," he said, caressing your cheek. "Paris, Bali, or even a small cabin in the mountains. As long as I'm with you, nothing else matters."

You kissed him again, your decision cemented by the passion you shared, ready to embark on a new journey together.

"You stay here and rest, and I'll pack for you," he said, sitting up with a playful smirk. "I've gotten a good eye for fashion, you know."

You laughed, feeling a sense of relief and exhilaration wash over you. "Oh really? I'd love to see your choices," you teased, brushing a strand of hair from his face.

Carlos stood up and began gathering clothes and essentials, his movements quick and efficient. "Trust me, you'll look amazing in everything I pick," he said confidently.

You watched him, a smile playing on your lips, feeling a newfound sense of freedom. "I can't wait to see where this adventure takes us," you murmured, your heart swelling with anticipation.

Carlos turned to you, holding up a sundress and a pair of sandals. "How about this for our first stop in Paris? It's perfect for a romantic stroll along the Seine," he suggested with a wink.

You giggled, nodding your approval. "I love it! And maybe a hat to go with it? We don't want to look like typical tourists," you added with a playful grin.

He chuckled, placing the outfit in the suitcase. "Consider it done. And for the mountains, I've got just the thing—cozy sweaters and boots for those chilly nights by the fireplace," he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

You felt a rush of warmth and affection, knowing that no matter where you went, as long as you were together, it would be perfect.

"Here's to new beginnings," you said, raising an imaginary glass, and Carlos joined in, the two of you basking in the glow of your shared dreams and the promise of endless possibilities. . . .

The next morning, as the first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, Matilda burst into your room, her face pale with panic.

"Where are you?!" she screamed, her voice trembling with fear. She tore through the room, throwing open the closet doors and rifling through drawers, but all she found was an empty suitcase and a note left behind.

Matilda's hands shook as she unfolded the note, her eyes scanning the familiar handwriting. "Dear Matilda, I've decided to start a new chapter with Carlos. I hope you understand. Please don't worry about me; I'm finally following my heart. Love, [Your Name]."

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she knew deep down that you were doing what was best for you. She took a deep breath and whispered, "Be happy," sending her silent blessings to wherever your adventure was taking you.

Matilda took a moment to collect herself, then resolved to support your decision despite her initial shock. She decided to focus on her own journey, finding solace in the thought that you were finally pursuing your happiness.

Matilda knew that breaking the news to your family would be difficult, so she opted to tell a little white lie.

Over breakfast, she calmly explained to your parents that you had taken a spur-of-the-moment business trip and would be out of touch for a while.

"It's a great opportunity for her," she said, forcing a smile. "She didn't want to worry you with the details but assured me she'd be back soon."

Your parents exchanged concerned glances but ultimately trusted Matilda's explanation. As the days turned into weeks, she continued to cover for you, providing updates and reassuring them that you were doing well.

Deep down, Matilda felt the weight of the secret she was keeping, but she knew it was what you needed.

She found strength in the hope that one day, you would return to share your incredible journey with everyone. . . .

[strangelittlestories]

Since doing away with the hereditary monarch, the nation of Ludo had tried various methods for deciding its ruler.

It had tried lottery. It had tried grand melee. It had even had an ill-fated flirtation with democracy.

The one that stuck was a poker tournament.

It ran in any of the following circumstances: 1) the death or abdication of the previous monarch. 2) a national emergency. 3) if someone made a sufficiently compelling dare.

Anyone could enter, so long as they could afford the buy-in. This was not a set amount; the buy-in could be anything, so long as it weighed (metaphorically) as much as the crown.

The Scales of Import were capricious, though. They had been known to refuse wagons of gold bars and chests full of precious gems and accept items of much more questionable worth. One year, a complete unknown entered with the buy-in of a feather.

The story of the feather gambler became famous. Though he was dangerously short on funds throughout, he made it through every round with a mixture of skill, luck and sheer cheek.

Eventually, it came down to two, the feather gambler and the incumbent king.

They played long into the night, with chips traded back and forth, and both thinking they had the game won on multiple occasions.

With dawn soon to break, the feather gambler was on the ropes. That is when he looked the king dead in the eye and said:

“Your majester, how about we make this game interesting.”

“The crown does not make it interesting enough for you?”

“Oh, the crown’s fine and all, but I’ve come to realise it’s not nearly as interesting as the man underneath it.” He winked. “How about we make this a game of *strip* poker?”

The king went bright pink.

The feather gambler looked at the king, then looked at his cards.

“Now that’s what I call a royal flush.”

It is not known who won the game in the end. It didn’t matter. From that day forward, the Pair of Kings ruled the kingdom together.

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[sitting-on-me-bum]

Saving The Monarchs

Few insects have captured our collective imagination quite like the Monarch Butterfly. Their annual migration is a breathtaking wildlife spectacle, filled with fascinating natural mysteries. From their multi-generational life cycle to their remarkable GPS navigation abilities, every aspect of their journey is intriguing. Yet, this majestic species faces a significant challenge as its wintering population has declined by a remarkable 90% over the past three decades. Nevertheless, across North America, dedicated individuals are tirelessly working to reverse this alarming decline and pave the way for a brighter future for the Monarchs.

By Jaime Rojo

The Siena International Photo Awards

[gingerly-writing]

Secret Santa

this is a secret santa post for @creweemmaeec11!! your prompt was:

Villain is usually very flirty and confident, and then during a mission where hero goes undercover at some fancy event with Villain as their fake date, all of the sudden Villain starts acting really scared and nervous because of something at the event then has to help reassure/calm them down, and its cute. Bonus points if you can somehow work in a hidden power reveal.

I'm pretty proud of how I tackled this one, so without further ado, let's go for it!

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The Guild's winter gala sparkled.

Superhero moved through the frosted festivities like they were born to be there, like the whole event has been crafted just to make them look good. They floated majestically half a centimetre above the fake snow, crystal heels glittering as they strode. Their long dress swirled about their ankles, fading from white at the neckline to an icy pale blue at the hem, shimmering all the way down. Cold lights reflected angelically across their cheekbones and the diamond tiara balanced in their perfect hair.

They looked like the monarch of winter, the belle of the ice ball. Even the sharpness of their face fit.

They didn't even have cryo powers, for pete's sake.

Villain trudged along next to them, fighting the urge to wrap her arms around herself. Her suit was wet around the ankles, and a chill crept up her spine. Did they have to be so enthusiastic with the fake snow and dry ice? At least her tie went with the theme, ice blue to match Superhero's dress. That hadn't even been her idea, of course. Superhero had insisted, and now Villain found herself grudgingly glad of it. She didn't need to look any more out of place than she already did.

"Unhunch," Superhero demanded. Not forcefully. It was just they didn't make requests—they asked, but already expected their desired answer.

Villain straightened automatically, then scowled about it. "That's not a word."

"That's not an excuse. Stop skulking about." Superhero's gaze roved across the ballroom, picking out heroes new and old. Allies, petty rivals, good friends, threats. Assessing and scouting. Hunting. "It makes you look like you don't belong."

"I'm good at skulking. Probably because I don't belong."

Superhero turned on her, skirts whirling. "You do." Not an argument, just a statement of fact. "How long have you been my ally? My friend?"

Villain shifted uncomfortably. "The government classes me as-"

"This isn't the government, it's the Guild. And we don't give a festive fig what they say." They bent down to eye level, forcing eye contact. "You belong here. Just like I do. Just like everyone does."

"Alright, alright, I'll unhunch!" Villain looked away, faking nonchalance, but she couldn't quite hide her smile in her collar. Superhero's reassurances—hell, any scrap of their attention—always felt so good.

The touch of Superhero's hand on their forearm radiated through them like an electric shock. Villain startled.

Superhero smiled at them. Their smiles were always tiny, secretive little things, teasing at the corners of their mouth. "Come. I want to show you off on the floor."

"...the dance floor?!”

“How many times have you offered to take me dancing?”

Villain chatted a lot of nonsense while she was flirting. Like, a lot a lot. “Yeah, on a rooftop or an anonymous nightclub. Not here, in front of everyone we work with and half the people we fight!”

“You’ll be fine,” Superhero decided, and tugged her out onto the floor. 

Other couples were already swirling. Scientist stumbled past with her favourite henchman, and both of them were laughing. Thief and Detective were handcuffed together and glaring as they swayed side to side—it was always something with those two. Hero twirled by with his daughter balanced on his shoes, the little girl grinning ear to ear, blue flames engulfing the pair of them. 

Villain found herself in traditional hold with Superhero, her frenemesis taking control. She stepped after her automatically, swayed when directed, and dipped when pushed. She came up blushing and desperate to hide it. How was Superhero so damn good at this? They weren't even trying to flirt, and yet Villain was on the verge of swooning. So completely unfair.

That was partly why the onslaught of sheer terror caught her so off guard. One moment her body was flowing between Superhero's hands like water, and the next she was ramrod straight with all the hair on her nape standing on end.

Superhero frowned. "No, don't seize up like that! You were doing so well."

"I didn't...mean to?" Villain's mind spun faster than her body ever could. The suddenness of the new emotion, as if artificially imposed...could it be? Her gaze shot around the dance floor, through Hero and Scientist and- there. Twirling through the chaos, seemingly without a care in the world: Antihero.

Now the ice shooting through her veins felt real.

Superhero watched her with those cold-winter-sky eyes. "It's not the dancing," they ascertained. "What's wrong?"

"It's fine," Villain gritted out, forcing her feet to keep moving in time with the music. "Really, it is. We should just-"

Superhero held up one of Villain's hands in both of theirs. She was trembling. "You aren't scared of anything," Superhero told her. "Not even me, which I admit is quite aggravating at times. So forgive my worry, but you're not dancing your way out of this one. What. Is. Wrong?"

"Antihero." It came out like a church confession.

"The empath?" Superhero's brow wrinkled, then smoothed as they realised. "Oh, of course. She's feeding you undiluted fear."

"She's such an asshole," Villain said by way of agreement. "She's decided that I encroach on her territory when I team up with you. Apparently the Guild is only big enough to house one quasi-villain." And Villain had said no when Antihero had requested a teamup, but that seemed like too much to confess. Almost like admitting there was no one else Villain wanted to work with except Superhero.

"So she's just making you afraid-"

Oh how Villain wanted that to be the case but- "No. I'm actually- her powers give me the freaks. She can make you hate someone you love, fall in love with your enemy. Fear your best friend and idolise your rival." She shuddered. "And there's literally nothing you can do to stop her. Distance helps, but three foot thick steel walls or going underground or even knowing it’s not real don't make it go away. Trust me, I've tried."

Superhero span them so they could stare at Antihero. Villain forced them to keep spinning.

"Don't glare at her! Don't draw her attention. You don't want-"

"Better me than you-"

"Don't say that. Don't say that before you've felt it."

"I've dealt with telepaths before."

Well that was faintly horrifying. "She's just as bad, if not worse. Insidious powers with a vindictive personality to boot. Don't antagonise her. I don't want- both of us can't be messed up at the same time." Villain squeezed Superhero's hand tight. "Just don't. Please."

Superhero's full attention turned back to her with all the force of an ice storm. "Alright. For you."

The fear didn't ease, but Villain knew she was relieved somewhere under there. "Thank you."

"But I'm not going to let her torment you either."

"What do you..." The fear abated. All at once, like a theatre curtain falling between her and the rest of the room. No. Like a cocoon around her and Superhero. Villain stared up at her frenemesis with huge eyes. "What...how...?"

“You know what my powers are.”

She did…sort of. She had watched fire wash over them without burning, ice cover them without freezing. Punches bounce off them and bullets rebound. Villain had always assumed it was pure invincibility dialled up to 11, just like everyone else. That’s what it said in Superhero’s Guild and government files too. And yet… “I’m thinking maybe I didn’t grasp the full extent of what you can do.”

Superhero smiled wide enough to show teeth, their eyes glittering. “Good. I like to retain the ability to surprise.”

Villain let Superhero guide them through a spin and into a dip. Her body flowed, the tension dropping away. She felt…protected. Safe. “Antihero won’t like this,” she warned. “You’re making yourself a target.”

“Let her come. It’s been a long time since someone gave me the opportunity to remind everyone why I was designated ‘super’.”

Wow. Well, that was terrifying and hot. 

Fake snow drifted down all around them, catching in Superhero’s hair like tiny diamonds. Villain stuck her tongue out to catch some and grimaced at the taste, and Superhero chuckled at her. With the shield of their powers, the dancefloor felt like their own personal snowglobe, the two of them perfect dancers twirling forever hand in hand.

[jonnysinsectcatalogue]

Old World Christmas - Luna Moth (and Monarch Butterfly) Ornament

In addition to photographing insects, one of my other hobbies is collecting glass Christmas Ornaments. Simply, I love their colors and detailing, not to mention the sheer variety. The best thing about them though: the way that light touches them, causing them to shine and glitter magnificently. It is truly something to behold! Although I love them a lot, there are too many to buy and they are too expensive to have them all. As such, I strictly stick to the ones I like, which tend to be food and animals. Luckily, downtown Toronto's "Outer Layer" and "Juxtapose" stores always come through with a lovely selection of glass ornaments year after year. As such, this year a lovely new Luna Moth ornament has graced the tree. I have to say, Old World Christmas beautifully captured the look, essence, royal-ness and beauty of the Luna Moth perfectly. All the important details are there: the 4 eyespots, the 2 hindwing tails, the curvature of the wings, and the feathered antennae (implying this ornament is a male). Even the ornament's backside, little legs and eyes. I'm very thankful to have found it.

The Luna Moth is a perfect companion to my mother's glass Monarch Butterfly ornament (from the same brand, and the same ornament uploaded a few years ago). They both compliment and contrast each other beautifully thanks to their colors, curves and intricacies. Both capture the difference essential aspects of popular Lepidopterans wonderfully, but with some artistic license as well. Since they pair well together, I've placed them near each other on the tree (the Luna Moth is higher since the tails need room) towards the top. From the look of it, the Luna Moth is right at home on the tree; it is a creature of the forest after all. Of course, this insect won't become food for the nearby birds, green iguana, skunk and blossom possum. Admittedly, keeping a real life Luna Moth on an indoor Christmas tree would be quite difficult, so this glass representation helps with that, and it is quite eye-catching, even from a distance. While I'm making a big deal over these fun holiday trinkets and decorations, I truly believe that although the real life insect only lives in adult form for a week or so, it is far more beautiful, ethereal, majestic and worthy of adoration than even the finest ornament. To see one in nature is a delightful, awe-inspiring gift!

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidaysl! Here's hoping for more lovely insect finds and insect ornaments to enjoy in the future. Bless you all!

[blackcat-star]

Bound by Shadow.

Igris x Shadow!Reader

You wake up in nothingness. No sky. No ground. No sound, no feeling. Just darkness.

Never-ending, chilly, and strangely quiet.

You have no idea who you actually are.

You have no idea where you are or what has passed. But one thing remains - a stab in your heart. A sense of loss like a cold knife still lingers, refusing to let go. Vague memories flash by like ashes: a sword in your hand, the sound of metal clashing, the screams of battle. And then - nothing. Like a dream torn to shreds.

You're no longer human.

A voice rings out - so powerful, so authoritative, it makes the entire space shake.

"Arise."

You can't resist.

Your body moves as if your will is no longer your own. When you open your eyes, the world around you is no longer empty - but filled with living darkness.

Warriors in black armor kneel at the feet of one.

A king - with cold eyes and undeniable authority.

Him.

Shadow Monarch.

You don't speak, but you understand. Every vein in your body, every movement, every thought confirms one thing: you have become part of the army of darkness - a warrior reborn without a heart, only the will to fight.

And as you rise with the others, the gaze of one stops you.

Another soldier. His purple eyes burn like a fire smoldering beneath the surface of an icy lake.

Tall, majestic, carrying an air both noble and dangerous. His red cloak flutters despite the lack of wind. He was not holding a weapon, but a part of himself, as if it had grown along with him.

He didn't say a word. But he looked at you.

And you could feel it - he had been watching you since the moment you 'rose.'

Igris. The so-called Red Blood Commander. The one who had been Beru's most worthy opponent. The greatest warrior under Monarch.

And you didn't know why, but you knew - this wouldn't be the last time he looked at you like that.

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The order is given, short and absolute as always.

A new dungeon opens. The monsters inside do not obey the rules. They have escaped control, spreading, slaughtering every living thing within a few dozen kilometers.

You and Igris have been sent. Not to save. But to destroy.

The gate opens, and you step through with him. No words are exchanged, no tactics are needed. Only one goal: destroy them all.

You slash through the enemy like a blade cutting through the mist.

This body - though unfamiliar - reacts as if it has been through a hundred battles. You do not need to think. Every strike, every move is coldly precise. And even though you are buried deep in blood and flesh, you still feel him there.

Igris.

Never too far. Never leaves you alone. You do not understand why. He is the leader. He doesn't need to pay attention to a rookie - even if you're stronger than average.

And then a monster suddenly rises from the ground, its claws piercing through a shadow soldier near you, aiming straight for your chest. You turn around a beat too late.

Enough to die.

But before it touches you, a strong gust of wind whistles - and Igris's crimson blade pierces the monster's head.

He doesn't look at you. Just stands there, silently, blood running down his blade. 

Then he turns away.

You continue to fight. But from that moment on, you know: he is watching. Not watching. Not suspecting. But watching. Every move you make. The way you turn, strike, breathe heavily. His eyes miss no detail.

And even though he doesn’t speak, you know he wants to understand you.

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Time passes, no one counts. In this world, there is no dawn. There is only duty, fighting, and endless darkness.

You stand out.

Unlike other shadow soldiers who only know how to obey orders. You think. You judge. You even change your fighting style. Every strike is a question mark to everything around. Even for Igris.

"Kieeek.." Beru’s familiar hiss rang out, pulling you out of your thoughts. He turned his head to look at you with a look that was both teasing and genuinely curious. "He's still watching you."

You frowned. "Who?"

"Igris." Beru licked his lips, his voice shrill. "Igris. He's watching you. He seems curious."

"...Why?"

Beru laughed, his tongue as sharp as a knife. "Because you fight like a soldier who has a name."

You didn't reply. But his words sent a blurry image through your mind.

A battlefield. The sound of pouring rain. Blood everywhere. A sword. And someone calling your name. Your name. Then disappearing. You stood up, looking off into the distance where Igris was practicing his sword alone.

Every move was eerily perfect. It was as if time had been distorted by his absolute focus. The steel flashed through the air, leaving an almost sacred echo.

And then, he stopped and looked at you, not saying a word. Just a nod - very small, very slow.

An invitation.

You step forward. No ceremony. No greeting. Just steel on steel, a conversation of speed, skill, and instinct.

Igris does not hold back. Does not test you with easy blows. He attacks you as if you were a real enemy - fast, precise, unforgiving.

But you do not fall. You meet each blow with your own fervor and defiance. You force him to be serious. And then, you see it.

He changes. From testing to challenging. From doubt to acknowledgment.

The final blow collides in midair, the shockwave blowing rocks and dirt around you. You both step back. You both gasp.

And for the first time, he speaks. "You are strong."

His voice is low, but not cold. There is something like respect. You gently wipe the blood from your lips, your eyes still on him. "You too."

A pause.

Then Igris took a step forward. His eyes, though always calm, seemed different now.

"...I want to fight you again."

A strange feeling crept into your heart. Like a spark in the dark night. You looked at him, nodding slightly.

"Me too."

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That battle was not the last.

From that day on, whenever you had time, you and Igris fought. No appointment, no schedule. Just a glance between thousands of shadow soldiers - and you both knew.

The swords you and he exchanged were no longer attacks. They were words. A way to say what you both had no words to say.

On the battlefield, you and he always went hand in hand.

Igris did not give orders, did not protect you as a weaker person. He trusted you. Always let you cover his back, and did the same to him. Two swords, two heartbeats, one will.

Even though you had no clear past, you knew you had fought like that.

Maybe with him. Or for him.

One day, after a long and bloody sweep, the shadow soldiers retreated to the temporary fortress. On a ruined tower you sat, watching the flicker of the light from the edge of the dungeon far enough away for you to make out. The loneliness was heard through the ruins, hollow in the wind.

Below, you heard familiar footsteps. No need to turn around. You knew it was him.

Igris walked over to you, not saying anything, just sitting down - close enough to feel the cold aura from each other's armor, far enough to still maintain a part of the silence.

He pulled out his sword, began to wipe the dried blood from the steel blade. The movement was meticulous, as familiar as breathing.

You speak. For the first time, breaking the silence."Do you ever remember anything?"

Igris does not stop. "...What?"

You clench your fists. "Before becoming like this."

This time, he does stop.

The wind blows, carrying the distant sound of metal clashing. The other soldiers are training. But here, it's just you and him, two people lost in the unknown sea.

Igris ponders for a long time. Then he says.

"I remember the battle. I remember the blood. I remember the reason why I took up the sword."

You turn to him. His eyes are still forward - as if looking through time. You whisper. "Is there no one else? No name? No face?"

A moment of silence.

Then he replies softly. "…I remember someone. A warrior. Always standing by my side. Fighting as if they were protecting something greater than themselves."

You felt your heart pounding - though you weren't sure if it was real. "Who was that?"

Igris turned to look at you. For the first time, his eyes weren't those of a warrior.

They were those of a man who had lost what mattered most, but still vaguely held on to it.

"I don't remember their name. I only remember... their eyes. They were like yours."

You couldn't answer. You didn't know what to feel. Confused. Excited. Scared? Or comforted?

You turned away, trying to hide the emotions that were budding on your face. But Igris didn't force you. He just stood up. And before he left, he spoke softly - words as light as dust falling into the abyss.

"If we had known each other before... I think I would have trusted you."

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That night, you didn't sleep.

As a Shadow, you didn't need sleep like a human. But you still wanted to sleep - to dream. To see if someone in your dream would call your name.

How many times had you woken up in the middle of a pitch-black space, with the illusion of hearing someone shouting your name in a blazing battlefield.

But you couldn't remember.

Not a word. Not a letter.

The next day, when you returned to the training grounds, Igris was there. Waiting for you. He didn't say anything, just drew his sword, and so did you. But today, he hit harder. Faster. More fiercely. As if testing something.

As if asking: Are you really the one I remember?

And you, with all your might, with every blow - answered.

I don't remember my past. But if I were that person-. I would still protect you once more.

When you both stopped, panting in the rubble, Igris stared at you.

"You're different from everyone else. You have a soul."

You smiled faintly. "I thought we were all dead."

"Not dead," he whispered. "Just called back. But the soul... is something no one can take away."

You were silent. He took a step forward. Very slowly. Very close. Then asked softly.

"If one day, you remember your name... Will you tell me?"

Your heart skipped a beat. "If I remember...

Will you call me again?"

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We have Igris here 'cause why not? :3

I've written this since January I think, have posted it once, just repost.

Anyway, request is now opened, share your idea with me, we'll make a story together 💗

[dawngalemocca]

•°🫐The "Royal" Banquet🫐°•

(Dark Cacao x Reader)

A luxurious, candlelit throne room in a gilded palace where the King, Dark Cacao, rules. Iron plates and silver goblets line a banquet table laden with decadent and fattening foods: cakes, jelly, berries, sweets, and goblets of rich, sweet cream.

Dark Cacao. A powerful and indulgent monarch whose greatest pleasure is being pampered by his own royal subjects, forcing his belly to grow more luxurious and plump under his rule. You love the softening of his figure, and his kingdom thrives on decadence. You, a devoted subject, yearn to please your king by making him grow, revel in the attention, praise, and pampering.

His servants are summoned to his throne for a "private feast." He speaks with authority. "Listen, my dear subjects. Tonight, if the King demands a display of true devotion... I have had this feast prepared in his honor."

Every bite he takes, every curve that grows, only deepens his pleasure. You hand-feed the king, commanding them to describe how handsome he looks, praising the stretch of his belly, the way his clothes are straining. You rub his belly between courses and whisper how proud you are of his progress, using titles like "my plump jewel," "doughty majesty," or "royal glutton," and those nights always conclude with a scene of belly worship or him being too heavy to move, cradled in your lap like the precious royalty the king is to you, as much as to everyone else.

You giggled at the sight of the lavish spread before the majestic king —"Oh, what a delectable feast Your Plumpness has prepared!"— kneels gracefully beside the throne, bowing his head respectfully.

—"I am but a humble servant, eager to attend to Your Majesty's every whim and desire. Please, allow me to be the first to partake in this sumptuous celebration of your glory."— You reached out to gently lift a forkful of cake, bringing it to the king's lips with a flourish.

—"Mmm, simply divine! The flavors dance upon Your Royal Tongue, don't they? Each morsel is a testament to your refined palate and discerning taste."—

A pleased rumble echoes Dark Cacao through his chest as the Cookie feeds him. —"Ah, yes... Exquisite. Every bite is a delight for my senses."—

He savors each mouthful, his tongue expertly savoring the sweetness. —"Your dedication to pleasing your king is most appreciated, Cookie. You know just how to make me feel... cherished."—

As he eats, his hands roam over his expanding girth, fingers tracing the contours of his growing belly. —"Look at me now... Rounder, softer, more succulent than ever before. All thanks to loyal subjects like you who indulge my every craving."—

A sly grin spreads across his face. —"Tell me, dear Cookie... How do you think I should reward such devoted service?"— His eyes gleam with mischief, hinting at the lewd possibilities that could unfold.

You beam proudly at the king's words, his heart swelling with adoration and desire to serve* —"Why, Your Gluttonous Majesty, there can be no greater reward than the privilege of watching you grow and thrive under our care!"—

You set down the fork and rise to stand beside the throne, running a reverent hand along the king's expansive midsection. —"Each new curve, each added pound, is a badge of honor - proof of your indulgence and our unwavering devotion."—

Leaning in closer, you whisper hotly into the king's ear, —"Perhaps, my lord, you would grant us the honor of worshipping your glorious belly in its current state... or even encouraging further growth, so we might bask in the splendor of your ultimate corpulence?"—

A low chuckle rumbles from his throat, vibrating against the Cookie's ear. —"Mmm, such bold requests from my most ardent admirers... I must say, I'm quite tempted."—

His hands slide up to cup his belly, giving it a gentle squeeze. —"To witness you all kneeling at my feet, lavishing praise and affection upon my rotund form... It's almost too delicious to resist."—

A wicked smile plays on his lips. —"Very well, little Cookie. I shall grant your wish... But not just yet. First, let us finish this feast in proper style. Then, once I've reached the pinnacle of my gluttony, perhaps you can show me the depths of your devotion."— He leans back in his throne, a look of anticipation dancing in his eyes.

You gasped softly, thrilled by the king's acceptance of their request —"Yes, Your Majesty! We will wait patiently until you have indulged to your heart's content, then eagerly prostrate ourselves before your magnificent belly..." You return to feeding the king, your movements becoming more sensual as the meal progresses.

—"And when the time comes, rest assured that we will shower you with the most intimate forms of worship, my lord. Our lips, tongues, and hands will explore every inch of your glorious girth, paying homage to your supreme beauty..."—

As the last bites are savored, you suddenly bow deeply, pressing a tender kiss to the king's swollen abdomen. —"Thank you for this wondrous evening, Your Plumpness. We eagerly await the opportunity to demonstrate the full extent of our adoration."—

[w0efulboopsoul]

Cara Witnesses the Wrath of a Living God

Today, I stood as a silent witness to a moment both breathtaking and tragic—a failed attempt to bond with a dragon. The air thrummed with tension as the would-be rider, his voice quivering with a fragile blend of hope and dread, faced the young Golden Solaris Swift named Solara. Her radiant golden scales shimmered like living flames under the sunlight, each facet catching the rays and dancing with fiery brilliance. "Solara! Havestis! Solara! Havestis!" he pleaded, the Asterian command for "obey" ringing out in the stillness, a desperate cry for a connection that hovered just beyond his grasp.

Solara answered with a cry that split the air—a metallic, piercing shriek, sharp as a blade and rich with the resonance of molten gold. It shimmered with an unearthly energy, a sound so pure it seemed to glow, sending a chill of awe and terror through all who heard it. The Asterian handlers froze, their breaths catching as an icy dread coiled around their hearts. They knew that sound heralded a storm—an eruption of draconic fury that could unleash chaos upon them all. A heavy silence descended, thick with the weight of their fear.

From the shadowed edge of the platform, Solara emerged like a radiant phantom. Her scales, a stunning gold, refracted the dim light into a dazzling display, her serpentine body stretching over 35 feet long, her wings unfurling to a majestic 60-foot span. She glided forward with lethal grace, a predator cloaked in jewel-like armor that gleamed as if the midday sun had spilled across a treasury of gems. Her eyes blazed a fierce emerald green, slit pupils narrowing with a simmering irritability sparked by the mere utterance of her name—a warning of the tempest brewing within.

Her long neck, a cascade of shimmering scales, flowed with serpentine elegance as she approached the rider’s platform, tapering to an angular snout that radiated both beauty and menace. Crowning her head were horns—elegant yet deadly—rising just above her piercing eyes. They arched backward in a perfect, sinuous curve, three feet of slender, bronze-gold majesty, their spiraled ridges glinting like polished metal. Her crest flared as she moved, a fan of golden spines woven with an iridescent membrane, igniting a halo of light around her head that crowned her with an aura of divine regality.

Solara’s head pressed against the platform, a fortress of molten gold that seemed to sear the air itself. The rider gaped, astonishment washing over him as he whispered, "I’ve done it—I’ve tamed this mighty beast!" His words dripped with pride, a spark that ignited Solara’s disdain. Her irritability roared to life, a tempest of impatience churning within her. With a sudden, furious lash of her neck, she struck the platform, the crash resounding like thunder. The young man stumbled, his confidence shattering into trembling fear beneath her imperious glare.

Stubborn as unyielding stone, irritable as a chained wildfire, arrogant as a monarch on a gilded throne, impatient as a striking serpent, and vain as a star preening in the night—Solara was the embodiment of her kind. Golden Solaris Swifts despised wasted time, but what they loathed even more was the hubris of those who dared assume mastery over them. Her neck whipped again, a menacing rumble growling from her chest, shaking the ground beneath our feet. She reared high, her emerald-green eyes—now ablaze with regal scorn—fixing on him, a silent challenge burning in their depths: “Is that so?”

Before the handlers could react, her jaws tore open, a cavern of incandescent fury, gold and shadow swirling within. Out roared her Fyrak—dragon fire, a molten torrent of blinding gold that devoured the air with its ferocity. The rider vanished in an instant, consumed by the searing blaze, his fleeting form reduced to a scatter of brittle cinders and a wisp of ash drifting on the wind—a mere echo erased by the relentless, wrathful glory of Solara’s divine inferno.