#im scared for a cruel prince series

[starrynightsxo]

I hate it when books are made into movies and they totally change the casting in my head. Like I could hear this person's voice in my head and now you're telling me it's not real?? I'm wrong??? Shame on you.

[smoochkooks]

can't quite grasp the fact that I live in a world where my favourite books are getting their movie adaptations which makes me incredibly happy and also ten times more anxious because all I can think about is how they are probably gonna fuck up the casting for male leads

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Dawn Ends the Night - Chapter 3

Aemond Targaryen x FemReader (Dayne)

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Rating: M for Mature (18 + no minors allowed)

Word Count: 4.7K

Warning: All warnings on the Series Masterlist, will update if necessary (Re-iterating, no minors allowed! Thank you)

Chapter Summary: The aftermath of the attack sees Prince Aemond wrestle with new feelings.

Notes: Hello everyone, I hope you are all enjoying this chaotic posting schedule just as much as I am!!! I am back with a new chapter, a little window into Aemond's very messy mind. That man is a softboy at heart, he just needs like 20 years of therapy. RN its the beginning of a slight "obsession" as our boy for the first is feeling... something that is not murder, or hatred, or the need to burn everything with Vhagar. So yeah.

Like always thank you to everyone who reblogged and commented I love interacting with y'all and I really hope that you enjoy this chapter 💜💜💜

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Through your Eyes

In the silence of his bedchamber, Aemond's pulse raced like the chained dragons lagering in the dragon pit, its beat echoing from the cavern of his chest to the very tips of his fingers, awakening the primal blood-rage that slept within his Targaryen blood. The air around him trembled with his ragged breaths, each one a stormy gust tearing through the otherwise stillness of the room. Alone, he wrestled with his armor, the leather stained with the day's deadly encounter. He would need to get the leather treated so the blood wouldn’t leave its reddish mark, Aemond thought with annoyance.  His hands, though shaking with a fury he struggled to contain, methodically peeled away each layer, dismissing the need for a manservant's aid. This was his ritual of solitude, after a lost fight in the yard with Ser Criston, or an annoying dinner with Aegon, Aemond needed to take a moment to confront the tempest within, a moment to try and tame the dragon. 

“My thanks for saving us” your sweet words echoed in Aemond’s brain like the hymns his mother had once insisted he memorize, trapped in his mind – relentless in their grab for his undivided attention. Although he had just met you earlier (had it only been 3 hours?) each detail was etched into his memory with unnerving clarity —the putrid stench of Flea Bottom that now seemed to permeate his very being and clung all the way to his smallclothes, the satisfying melody of the guard's screams echoes loud as he replays  the moment he severed the man's hand from his foul body; an act of true dragon-justice.  

 Your eyes. 

Those eyes, captivating and raw, rimmed with red, their watery sheen reflecting a tumult of fury and fear. It was a look Aemond rarely witnessed in others, but they were a mirror to the emotions he often grappled with in his daily solitude. Staring into his own reflection, he was accustomed to seeing the same intensity in his sole eye, the other a remnant of his past, a void where fear once dwelled. Now, that fear was often overshadowed by a simmering fury, a relentless fire that had become his constant companion. Yet, in your gaze, he saw the fear and anger, a young bird still scared of an unknown, cruel world – but oh so angry and unwilling to get yourself drag down by its cruelty.  

Since coming back to the keep after he had settled the matter at the market, Aemond’s mind was inexorably drawn back to the market, to the moment he first laid eyes on you. He had not needed anyone to point you out; he knew who you were from the second he saw you, holding that little boy who was clinging onto you like the barnacles that littered the rocks in blackwater bay.  

Seeing you so small yet standing so tall in the shadow of the guard’s golden cloak, he had only seen the resolve and desire to protect; for Aemond, it was like a visceral pull that transcended mere sight that had drawn him to you, like he was being pulled with a thight string attached to his heart.And in the dirt of Flea Bottom, you had stood cloaked in a gown of gauzy lilac in a style of dress he had never seen at court. The sheerness of the sleeves and the plunge of the loose bodice defied the strict, colorless conventions of the court and in a way that would surely raise his mother's brow in disapproval. But Aemond did not care for what was proper, as when he freed the man’s body from its hand, he only longed to take you in his arms, to press the silky fabric of your gown, under which he knew luscious curves hid, between his fingertips.  

Aemond closed his eyes trying to imagine what you would feel like in his arms, he could almost feel it if he concentrated enough - were he a bold man, Aemond would have tugged on the fabric of your dress to bring you closer to him, to hold you tight. Not for unseemly reasons as you were still his betrothed, a lady of noble birth at that, and he was no Aegon. It was hard to admit it to himself, but all he wanted was to inhale the sweet citrusy scent he had caught when you had tied the purple scrap of silk to his bicep.  

Aemond unwound the fabric from his arm with a tenderness that echoed the way his mother handled her most precious emerald necklace, an heirloom passed down from his grandmother. She cherished it so deeply that she allowed only herself to touch or clean it, guarding it like a dragon hoarding its treasure. But to Aemond, this simple piece of purple cloth was infinitely more valuable than any gems or riches that lay in the royal vault; it was the only tangible thread linking him to you. Through this favor, you were his and he was yours, bonded through blood and silk. He hoped one day he could shower you in trinkets; ruby-red necklaces, perhaps paired with a green samite gown, or freshwater pearls jewelery ; he had heard that Riverrun made amazing hairnet with them  –Aemond could not help but smile at the thought of you outfitted with tokens from him, all would know that you belonged to him.  

Aemond let the fabric dance lightly between his fingertips and bringing the scarf closer, he tentatively pressed it against his nose, inhaling deeply. The fragrance was faint, a hint of your presence as if you had only briefly held the fabric in your grasp. Frustration flickered within him as he sought more of your scent, breathing in with an intensity born of deep longing and desire. Aemond was no stranger to yearning; his life was a testament to insatiable hunger - for recognition, for greatness, for respect, and for the Iron Throne. His brother, with his lecherous appetite and penchant for debauchery, and his older sister who is always entangled in a web of deceit with her brood of Strong bastards, were both underserving of what should have been rightfully Aemond.  

Yet, as he held the fabric close to his face, Aemond felt his greed transform from ugly and covetous to an all-encompassing desire to protect and care. He yearned not for accolades or crowns, but for the intimacy of your existence in his arms. Indeed, Aemond was a greedy man, and at that moment, he longed to truly have you, to have your scent permeate his skin. The mere thought of burying his face in your hair, drawing in the essence of your being, became a need that tugged at his very core. He almost scoffed at his thoughts, to think that the dragonrider of Vhagar would be reduced to a puddle of quivering emotions! If, when his mother first informed him of his betrothal, Aegon had told him that in barely a moon's turn he would desire nothing more than the simple pleasure of his betrothed's closeness, to breathe in the sweet aroma, he would have throttled his idiot brother. But you had ensnared him – a simple instant in your presence, a look from your beautiful eyes and he was yours. What a mess he was.  

Closing his eyes, Aemond did his best to recall the delicate touch of your hands as they had wrapped the fabric around his arm. The feeling of your delicate fingers resonated deep within him, intimate and gentle, unlike any he had ever experienced. The soft pressure of your fingers against his skin, the careful way you secured the scarf, it all felt like a silent promise, I shall care for you, my lord husbands. Words Aemond yearned to hear falling from your plush lips.  

Under the tender scrutiny of your eyes, Aemond felt a man transformed; Gone was the bitter sting of being known as 'Aemond the Dragonless' or 'Aemond-who-sends-the-maids-crying.' Instead, he felt seen as who he should have been, had fate not cruelly snatched away his eye – a true dragon prince, deserving of admiration and respect. Deserving of a crown, even if his weak father refused to admit it.  

"Prince Aemond!" The call from Ser Criston echoed forcefully through the door, breaking the stillness of the chamber and brought Aemond from his musings. Huffing, Aemond groaned in displeasure, he could understand now why Aegon stopped his sword training - Ser Criston did have the worst of timing. Maybe if he held his breath, Ser Criston would go away. He waited a minute, but the pounding restarted; Of course, he would not go away, the knight was relentless.  

"Just a moment," Aemond replied tersely.  

"The Queen requests your presence immediately, my prince. The matter is urgent, so please make haste my prince" came Ser Criston's insistent voice from the other side. 

Aemond groaned before swiftly splashing cool water across his face, feeling it's refreshing touch against his skin and hastily pulling a tunic over his head, covering his bare chest. There would be time for a proper bath later in the evening, before dinner and the official presentation of his betrothed to court, he reasoned. 

His fingers then reached for the purple silk and carefully he tied it around his wrist, positioning it high enough to remain concealed beneath the folds of his jerkin. Though hidden from view, its presence was a secret comfort, a reminder that he did not dream you – that you existed, in flesh and blood.  

Aemond flung the door open, his movements brusque, revealing the stern figure of Ser Criston Cole. The knight looked annoyed; his lips downturned in displeasure. Without exchanging words, Aemond began striding towards his mother’s solar, the path so familiar that he required no guidance, least of all from his mother’s shadow. 

"The Queen is quite agitated, my prince," Ser Criston broke the silence, his voice echoing down the dimly lit corridor. "She has been informed of the incident at the market and is... less than pleased." 

Aemond's steps faltered, his fists clenching at his sides, he knew it was coming, he just had not imagined it would happen so soon, although it made sense as Alicent had many eyes and ears all over the city. Aemond looked at Ser Criston before rolling his eye, the knight had no doubt babbled the second he had reached his mother's vicinity. The thought of disappointing his mother tightly squeezed at his heart, with gritted teeth, Aemond let out a noncommittal grunt in a thinly veiled effort to maintain composure. Ser Criston, however, persisted. "In light of the current tensions at court, such a public display of violence was... ill-advised, to say the least. For a prince of the realm to act so rashly..." 

Stopping abruptly, the torchlight casting long shadows that danced on the walls, Aemond turned sharply, his eyes a stormy sea of frustration and barely contained rage. "And what would you have had me do, Ser Criston? Stand by while that animal threatened my betrothed with cold steel? Be grateful I let him leave with his life." 

Ser Criston's demeanor remained stoic, attempting to soothe the prince's anger. "These are indeed trying times, my prince. But your betrothed should not have found herself in such a predicament. A lady of her station venturing away from her escort raises questions about her discretion. Such behavior could bring unforeseen troubles to our doorstep..." 

Aemond's voice cut through the air, sharp as Valyrian steel. "I severed the hand that dared harm her. What do you think I would do to the tongues of those who dare tarnish her name?" 

Ser Criston's expression flickered, a brief moment of uncertainty crossing his face. "My prince, I did not mean to imply—" 

"I know exactly what you implied," Aemond interjected, his voice laced with a cold venom. He unconsciously reached to his right arm where he knew your favor was hidden, touching it to bring your bravery to his words. "Remember your place, Ser Criston. As much as you are a valued member of this household and as much as I have always considered you to be a great mentor, I will not tolerate any slight against my betrothed. Is that clear?" 

"Yes, my prince," Ser Criston conceded, the strain in his voice evident. "I shall be more mindful." 

With a curt nod, Aemond turned away and, as he moved through the corridors, passing servants and knights alike, he noticed their efforts to avoid meeting his gaze. It was a dance he had grown accustomed to, yet today, it felt more pronounced as it made the hole beneath the eye-patch throbbed. Trying to keep the pain at bay, he imagined you at his side holding his hand and giving a sweet reassuring smile. It seemed to help somewhat as the pain started subsiding, leaving in its wake only the feeling of emptiness. It would do for now.  

 Reaching the door to the Queen's solar, Aemond paused, collecting his thoughts. He had hoped that by now, his usual icy composure would have resettled over him like a familiar cloak, that the fiery dragon within would have been tamed and subdued. Yet, beneath his skin, a prickling heat lingered, a reminder of the inferno that had coursed through his veins earlier. Taking a deep breath, he steeled himself for the encounter ahead. The comforting memory of your grateful eyes had to be set aside, replaced with the bracing reality of his mother's scrutiny. 

Aemond gently rapped on the door and after a brief pause, one of his mother's handmaidens opened the door, allowing him and Ser Criston to enter the room. Inside, Queen Alicent, adorned in a dress of her usual striking green, paced before a large window. Her anxiety was palpable, evidenced by the way she gnawed at her cuticles, some of which were surrounded by tiny specks of blood where she had bitten too deeply.  

Aemond felt a pang of shame tighten in his gut. He was rather unaccustomed to being the source of his mother's disappointment. Throughout his life, she had always shown him a particular kind of attention, especially during his more vulnerable, bullied childhood years when he did not have a dragon to stop people (Aegon) from mocking him. Displeasing Queen Alicent was not something he took lightly. His gaze swept across the room, and Aemond noticed the unusual absence of Otto Hightower, which was odd as the man always had a way to immerse himself in every family discussion. 

Aemond's thoughts were shattered by the sharp rebuke of his mother. "Aemond, for the love of the Seven, what possessed you?" Queen Alicent's voice might have sounded stern and strict to the uneased ear, but Aemond could hear a pinch of desperation. "To attack and dismember a gold cloak in full view of the public. Do you realize the talk this will incite!?" Her eyes, usually so full of maternal warmth reserved for him, now bore into him with a sternness that made him inwardly flinch. 

The smoldering embers of Aemond's anger flared up once more, and he met his mother's gaze with his own steely look – the one that made grown man shudder. "Mother, that man was a disgrace to his cloak. He was assaulting the woman who is to be my wife, threatening her life. He was a beast, unworthy of his position and of the gold on his back. By intervening, I not only did what was necessary to protect my intended, but I restored the name of the King in the eyes of the people of King’s Landing. I will not apologize for my actions as I was under the impression that Lady Dayne, being betrothed to a prince, would be under the protection of our house. It seems I was mistaken. Perhaps I should have allowed her to be stripped naked and beaten for all of Flea bottom to see, would this have been more appropriate?!" 

Queen Alicent, her fingers once again finding their way to her mouth, bit her nails nervously. With a weary sigh, she approached Aemond, her hands reaching out to gently grasp his arms. "Aemond, you misunderstand my concern," she began, her voice tinged with fatigue. "Your actions in defending your betrothed were commendable, but the manner in which you executed them... it is the brutality of it that troubles me. Such a display of violence and cruelty, it's not befitting a prince of your stature." 

Aemond's response came with a touch of bitterness, "Mother, the people of King’s Landing have always viewed me as a monster. What I did today is likely mild in comparison to what they all believe me capable of. And frankly, the man got off lightly. Had it been solely up to me, I would have fed him to Vhagar without a second thought." 

Queen Alicent's sigh was heavy. "Aemond, please," she implored. "I understand your urge to protect your future wife, but you have not even properly met her, your reaction was..." 

"You understand nothing," Aemond interjected sharply, his voice rising with indignation. "My name is Aemond Targaryen! NOT Aemond Hightower and I will uphold the words of my house, 'Fire and Blood,' in dealing with any who threaten us. And that includes Lady Dayne, from the moment Ggrandfather arranged for our betrothal. " 

Alicent's expression turned grave, her gaze unyielding "Is that truly your desire, Aemond? To be remembered as another Maegor the Cruel? To walk the same dark path as your uncle, the rogue that all the nobility of the realm scorns? What legacy do you wish to leave – Aemond the Monstrous? Aemond the Brutal?" 

Aemond winced upon his mother's words – Aemond the monstruous? A bitter retort escaped his lips, "Perhaps I do want that. Perhaps if they called me 'Aemond the Cruel' openly as they all think it, my dear older sister would reconsider herself, parading her bastards as if they were legitimate heirs, worthy of the throne." 

Queen Alicent took a deep, steadying breath, her eyes closing momentarily in a silent plea for patience. She released Aemond's arms, turning away from him, her posture one of weary resignation. "I only wish that you would remember the lessons of mercy taught by the Mother," she said softly. "I understand your anger, Aemond, but you must see that there are alternatives to your actions. Violence, war, death – these are not the sole answers to all our difficulties." 

Aemond felt sour upon his mother’s words, had she always been so blind? "And what would be the 'appropriate' answer, mother, when Rhaenyra learns of your plans with Grandfather? When she discovers your intention to crown Aegon over her?" 

"Aemond, please," Alicent implored, but he pressed on relentlessly. 

"Do you truly believe she will simply just accept it? Do you not see that war and violence are already at our doorstep? Is this not why you arranged my marriage to Lady Dayne – to secure Dorne's support when conflict inevitably breaks out? Consider how our position would weaken if I had allowed the first Dornish lady on our soil since the conquest to be abused on the streets of King's Landing. Prince Quoren might have renounced our alliance entirely. And then what, Mother? Whom would you have me marry? A distant Beesbury cousin? Perhaps some lesser Velaryon to challenge Lord Corlys? What would your grand strategy be, mother?" 

Alicent remained silent, her figure still and composed, even as the tension in the room thickened. Aemond felt like a snarling dragon, spewing fire at the calm and poised figure of his mother – but a dragon could burn down a tower if needed. From his vantage point in the corner, Ser Criston, who had been observing the exchange in silence, finally spoke up, his voice stern. "Prince or not, you will show the proper respect when addressing the Queen." 

Alicent's voice was calm, final. "It is alright, Ser Criston. My son is evidently still distressed from today's events. You may leave us, Aemond." She did not turn back to look at Aemond, her gaze fixed somewhere distant. 

"Mother," Aemond uttered, the anger was still there, but a deep feeling of regret was starting to tightnened in his troath – he had never spoken to his mother this. Had always revered her as the woman who had always loved him, would always love and cherish him, eyes or no eyes. The woman who had taken his side on Driftmark, who had been willing to draw blood for him. So why was he so angry? Because you know of another woman who would have taken your side on Driftmark now, a smooth voice whispered in his mind. He could imagine Lady Dayne, except instead of the little street urchin clinging to you, it was him – holding you as you were soothing him and urling insults to the Strong. Nevertheless, although Aemond knew he had won the argument, the victory was hollow and left a bitter taste in his mouth.  

As Aemond stormed out of his mother's solar, the door slammed shut with a force that was quite petulant and wholly unbefitting of his princely demeanor. The urge to visit Vhagar tugged at him; her presence, the soothing texture of her scales, and the smoldering depths of her yellow eyes often brought him solace in tumultuous times. Soaring through the skies on her back, he found unparalleled freedom, a sense of true self that grounded him amidst the chaos of court life. But today, his steps wavered, his usual path to where Vhagar rested, momentarily forgotten. 

A different impulse guided him instead, steering his course through the corridors of the castle. He caught sight of a maid, her steps quick and purposeful towards the kitchens. In a swift motion, Aemond reached out, his hand gently but firmly grasping her arm. His voice, though laced with the lingering storm of his recent encounter, carried a softer edge. "Tell me, where in the castle is the Dayne retinue lodging?" 

The maid, attempting to maintain her composure, did everything to avoid the intense gaze of his solitary eye, stuttered her reply. "In... the west wing, my prince," she managed, her voice barely above a whisper. With a nod of acknowledgement, Aemond released her, his mind now set on a new destination. 

Navigating the labyrinth of corridors towards the West wing, Prince Aemond was in a whirlwind as each step he took was shadowed by uncertainty - would you be there in your quarters? And if so, would you welcome his presence? He wondered if the radiant spark that had lit your eyes earlier, the one that had captivated him so completely, would still shine when faced with him alone. Doubt nagged at him, whispering questions of whether you might prefer solitude over his company. He shook his head, none of it mattered; the second-guessing, the fear. He needed to see you, to lay eyes on you and ensure your well-being. These thoughts propelled him towards your quarters, and he felt more like a dragon than ever before, like a great beast tracking its prey before feasting – unrelenting, with a singular purpose. You.  

As Prince Aemond neared the West wing, he was met with a contingent of guards adorned with the Dayne sigil – a white fallen star against a field of lilac. A frown marred his features. Where had these men been when you needed them most? "I wish to see my betrothed." Aemond’s tone left no place for arguments. 

However, one of the guards, an older man with a graying beard and sharp brown eyes, appeared unmoved by Aemond's royal status and instead eyed the prince distrustfully. "The lady is currently resting after a taxing day... My prince" The last part was definitely added as an afterthought. 

Bastard, Aemond thought angrily, did he not know he was speaking to a prince? How dare this commoner (who had let harm come to you) come between him and his need to see you! Aemond's sneer was barely concealed. "I'm well aware of her trying day, as I was present," he retorted, trying to quell the anger that pulsed in his veins. "Is it a Dornish custom then, that betrothed couples cannot converse? Especially after one of the party saved the other. Quite a peculiar custom if you ask me." 

Another younger guard grumbled “Not as much as fucking your siblings...” If Aemond was not so consumed with thoughts of you, he would have had whipped this guard for the insolence.  

The older guard's expression soured further, his eyes narrowing. "Given today’s events, where one of your men assaulted our lady, you'll understand my prince,” definitely a sneer” “Our caution.”  

"And the man responsible has been dealt with," Aemond countered firmly, his gaze unwavering. 

The standoff continued for a tense moment before the older guard relented under Aemond's intense gaze. For once, Aemond was quite satisfied that his one eye could make even the fiercest of men grow uncomfortable, it helped to get his bidding done. The guard led the prince to a corner door and knocked briskly. "My lady, Prince Aemond is here to see you," he announced. 

The response came in the form of your familiar, melodious voice, which had haunted Aemond's thoughts throughout the day. "Come in!" you called out, and Aemond felt a mixture of relief and apprehension as he prepared to enter. 

Upon opening the room, Aemond was met with a scene quite unexpected. There you were, center stage in the spacious chamber, having exchanged your earlier attire for a strikingly different ensemble. You were adorned in a long, elegant purple tunic with short sleeves that left your arms gracefully exposed. Underneath, a pair of voluminous white breeches reached down to your calves, leaving the lower parts of your legs exposed. Aemond gulped loudly at the sight of you, he had never seen a young lady dressed in such a manner. Were all Dornish ladies such beautiful women, who scorned proper attire? Were all Dornish ladies so... enticing? No, Aemond thought decidedly, you must be one of a kind, a lone bright star in the otherwise dark skies of his life.  

Yet, it was the action before him that truly caught him off guard. You were in the midst of a tussle with the same young boy from earlier - Daven, was it? You were attempting to apply soap to his hair, a task he seemed to be resisting with all the vigor a 5-year-old boy could muster. On the large bed nearby, another boy of a similar age sat, munching on a bright red apple, his eyes wide with fascination as he observed the struggle. 

“My Lady... Am I... Bothering you? Aemond muttered, at a lost feeling like he might be intruding on such a strange, yet merry moment.”  

Your smile bloomed like a desert rose at dawn, eyes sparkling with the kind of joy that one might associate with discovering a long-lost treasure, or seeing a long-lost friend... Or lover. Gently, you shifted the still-pouting boy in your arms to face Aemond, calling to him with a warmth that melted the icy barriers around the prince's heart. "Look, Davos! Our brave prince who saved us earlier has come to see us!" The boy, Davos, offered a shy smile and a timid wave, his earlier resistance forgotten in the presence of his hero. 

Aemond felt an unfamiliar flush of warmth spread across his cheeks under your gaze, filled with gratitude and something deeper, something that seemed to stir the very core of his being. The usual fire that raged within him, driving his every ambition and desire, seemed to simmer down into a comforting warmth, a feeling he couldn't quite place but didn't wish to escape. 

His heart pounding a rapid rhythm, Aemond offered a slight bow. "Might I be of assistance, my Lady?" 

Your response came with an infectious beam. "Another pair of hands would be most welcome." 

Positioning himself to be of help, Aemond muttered, "Guide me to where I can be most useful, my Lady." 

With a soft and tender smile, you replied, "I believe, my prince, that you are perfect just where you are." 

Perfect right where he is?  

Aemond would never leave your side, nothing would ever tear from you and you from him. The Gods had always scorned him since his childhood, this was payment. His due. You were his and he was yours from this day until the end of his days.  

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OKAY starting book two of the cruel prince series my expectations are HIGH so im scared

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do you have any book recs? i’m currently reading the mistake and icebreaker. i used to be into fantasy-type books when i was younger but i can’t find any that i like now, do you have any ideas? i’m also pretty much open to anything!

I am a huge fantasy reader... what kind of fantasy do you like??

Like fae stories or just magic or greek mythology??

fae stories- I mean i know it's not for everyone but i enjoyed the A Court of Thorns and roses series and i really love the Cruel prince trilogy but make sure that if you are reading it you don't go into it thinking its romance heavy

magic - the legendborn series is really good and these violent delights is soooo good and six of crows is my fav book ever and carry on is good too

greek mythology - ive only ever really read the percy jackson books and those are just nostalgic for me but everyone really hypes up song of achilles (Im to scared to read it)

and i have so many more recs so let me know if you want more :)

sorry that was a lot i just love to talk about books.

[ghostiewriter]

girlie pls help, im looking at new book series to start reading and im thinking of buying the cruel prince series but im not sure if it’s worth it.. please let me know cause i think you’ve read it..

i really like enemies to lovers but im scared that my money will go to waste if i don’t like the series

BESTIE BUY IT RIGHT NOW!!!

no words cannot explain how much I adore the Cruel Prince series and wish I could read it for the first time again🥲it’s very worth it!!! Cardan and Jude together are just 🤌🏽

But even Jude as a main character is just a fucking icon, I adore her!! In terms of war/conflict, it’s more political-ish based than other fantasy series but there’s still battles and it’s still very enjoyable!!!!!!

[mayullla]

Title: Cinderella's Charming Prince

Character(s): Hashirama (Naruto)

Request: really love the wonderland series!!! may i request an yandere prince charming! hashirama x cinderella! reader. Same plot but prince hashi kills the step mother and step sisters and the reader doesn't know because she is oblivious to him. im ok if you don't, I'm ok with that :3 - @chisakitsubaki

Warnings/tags: Fem!reader, yandere themes, degradation and abuses from family, mentions of torture, a little bit of manipulation and lying

Hashirama saw you in the forest as you were doing your chores and cleaning the laundry in the river, he was walking by on his horse and noticed you alone.

Well not particularly alone, you were talking to the birds and small wild creatures that he was meant to hunt. One would say that you were crazy having fun all conversation with animals who were supposed to not understand human speech but Hashirama found that the animals do understand you and you understand them.

He noticed how the birds would help you hang the small articles of clothing while the deers help you with the bigger ones. Rabbits would come by holding weeds but apparently, they were herbs that help with threatening wounds or greens for soup.

He was amused by what he saw and after that would be careful with what he kills forbidding hunters and mercenaries from killing the wildlife where he found you by the river and whenever he was able to he would visit that very place where he first saw you.

The more he watched you the more he fell in love. He envied you at first, as he was a prince and you were not royalty that you would be freer than him with his so-called princely duties. But slowly he started to love the way that you would twirl around with the animals dancing, how you would sing freely it didn't matter if you were bad or not he found your freeness and innocence all lovely.

He noticed while you were always with the animals you were also alone in a way that you didn't hang out with humans, like the maids in the castle as they would prefer doing some word with a friend or two. You were always with animals and while it is a lovely sight, Hashirama was also curious why to why you were always with animals and not friends.

Why you were alone? Surely after months of watching you, he would have spotted you with a friend or family at least once.

That was till one day of the many, he saw how cruel your step-siblings and stepmother were to you.

“____ Why are you not finished cleaning? Did I not tell you to make the tea? How long must I, your stepmother, wait for!!?”

“____ Why is there dirt in the dress? I demand you to clean this again! You are so useless”

“HAh, you did so bad in the laundry you must do it again ____! Here why don't I help you with it.”

He watched your step-siblings throw the clothes that you just finished folding and in the basket into the water. Hashirama felt his blood boil but held it in, he found out what your name was that day but after seeing all that, he knew he would go back to the castle feeling horrible till he could finally get you in his arms.

He didn't immediately attack them because he knew it might surprise you and that you would stay away from him. You two after all were still strangers, but you will learn. You will learn more about him and he will learn more about you.

“Tobiiramaaa~ my dear brother, would you help your brother with something?”

You watched your step-siblings dance with an invitation on their hand while your stepmother was on the side sitting smugly but you could see the excitement in her eyes.

A ball would be held in the castle soon, it was to choose the crown prince's wife and your family was invited to the ball.

You were also delighted but your family only laughed at your face and mocked you. Asking what

you would wear to the ball (rags and scraps?) and what can you do with your beauty that would only scare away others and create a horrible atmosphere. Maybe if you could hide may beee they might bring you along.

“Are you going to go there dressed in dirt and ashes? Please dear, do not make a fool of yourself and stay at home. You will only bring shame to your sister. What would you do if you followed and make the prince lose interest in them because of you? That would not be tolerated.”

“Our little step-sister ____ is too ugly, if you follow you will only repel the crowd. Tho I suppose that could help us catch the prince's eyes..”

“Oh please, right beside a person with rags and tattered clothing? The prince would only puke then move on to the next girl. She will only bring in negative attention and we do not need that~”

“Hmm~ what you say is true sister. Maybe we should cover you with something? Maybe a towel of sorts to hide your face?”

"There there my lovelies, do not tease your sister too much. You need to think about the dress you will be wearing at the ball and your accessories. We need to get you the fanciest dress in the kingdom but also the biggest jewels to snatch that prince. Do not worry my darlings or maybe the two of you will be marrying a prince!”

“AHHHHH!! I can't wait for the ball!”

“Me too!!”

Ever since then you had more work to do, you had your usual chores but now you need to help your sisters prepare for the ball. They would buy dress after dress, make you iron them or clean the fancy thing if they were dirty. Polish the jewels they have and more of the newly bought ones, make you learn how to do multiple makeup looks on their face and hair do only to later get yelled at for not doing good or being so slow.

But it wasnt so bad as you started getting closer to your new friends, a gray-haired man who was always at the bakery where you buy bread, him drinking coffee and maybe a pastry too. You were waiting for the new bread that was soon going to be out of the oven and he happened to start making a small conversation with you. The man was smart and you can't help but be awed by his knowledge but he didn't leave you only to listen, always asking your opinion which you gladly gave. He would always be there whenever you buy bread and in a way you started to look forward to your meetings.

Another was a lady with red hair, she said that she lived in another street and you two met by bumping into each other by mistake. The lady was kind, caring and mature and when either of you have the time you two will meet up to visit the forest. You became friends quickly liking her mature outlook in life.

The two people were kind to you and when they heard about your situation they wanted to help but you didn't take their hands. Instead you told them that you would like to just continue being friends with them and spend time with them. Really that is all you want.

You didn't notice the approval in their eyes, how they fret over you in worry when they see you hurt. The wildness and insane in their eyes but covered by a thin layer of calm. How their hands flinch wanting to take you and protect the innocence and kindness you have. In a way they thought of your like their younger sister and if you knew you would be delighted yet at the same time you will be mortified by what they can and will do to get you to their side.

But what you look forward to meeting was the trader that you often meet at the river when you were washing clothes, because of the new clothes coming again and again you were forced to go to the river multiple times to do the laundry as the sisters didn't really care much about their new clothes if they weren't going to use it to the ball.

The man had long hair tied in a high ponytail and tanned skin. The man was a bubbly and outgoing person unlike your other two more mature friends. While you were cautious when you first met him you quickly ended up warming up to him.

He said his name was Hashirama and while you feel like you heard that name you quickly ignored it thinking nothing of it and just being a coincidence. This man must be telling the truth after all he is only a mercenary.

You too would talk as long as you stayed at the river going to the laundry, Hashirama would be one the other side of the river talking about his adventures and more while you would listen to what he said, always curious about what happened next.

“My brother became very salty when I didn't tell him we were going to a bar. He looked so awkward around others because he lived a very lavish life.”

“There was this one time when I went to the dessert kingdom for a trade, their art there is amazing. Their colourful glass lanterns and puppetry are just a few things that the kingdom has to offer.”

“My ex-fiance was so stuck up in the past that she was troubled when I forced her to follow me for a trip around the kingdom once. But now we are still best friends and she learned how to live the street life.”

“You really need to experience a trip on the boat, the smell of sea water and the air on your face. You will love it!”

It was always fun to talk to the man and you notice this person must be a rather well off trader as many things he did were a bit more eccentric and more luxurious than what you thought most mercenaries do. You told him that and all you got from him was a nervous laugh.

The day you watched your step sister and step mother leave the ball in a carriage, you were hidden behind the drapes of the window, the room dark and gloomy. You wished you could go but you weren't able to do so. Too scared of what would happen if you make your step-mother mad.

But at least the night would be peaceful and the later days without the ball it would not be as busy and you can return to what you used to do.

A bird chirped beside you, placing its head on your cheek and rubbing it affectionately. You giggled a little and was about to go to your room when there was a knock on the door.

“that is strange… nobody is supposed to come-..” You stopped when you opened the door to see one of your friends waiting for you to open the door smiling happily.

“Mito?!” You gasped surprised, Mito’s smile widden looking at your surprised face. “Hello ____. I am your fairy godmother today.”

You blinked, looking at her clothes then her face again. She wore a pretty light green dress with white patterns and flowers decorating the dress, in her hands was a large box that you found pretty amazing that she could hold it with one hand.

“You look gorgeous, Mito… but where exactly are we going?” You asked confused. Mito chuckled at your confusion and pushed you into your house taking you to a room she stripped you from your clothes making you squeal.

“We are going to the ball tonight!”

You looked at her shocked but she still had a smile on her face. She helped you put on your dress, the fabrics were luxurious and soft, the colours perfectly matched your skin tone and the dress brought out your body and pretty features. She added a few accessories to go along with your outfit and did your hair and makeup.

When you finally look at yourself in the mirror you can't help but gasp.

Is that you?

You twirled looking at how the fabrics draped over you flutter prettily. You looked at Mito, excitement was shown in your eyes but also worry. “Thank you so much Mito but this dress must be very expensive. I never saw this dress in the dre-”

“Shhh, just take it. It is a present from me and Tobirama.” She said cleaning up the one strand that frames your face. “Take it, we want to give this to you.”

Tears were in your eyes and you hugged the older woman with all your might as you continued to thank her. “I want to say thank you to Tobirama too…” You whispered after a bit. The man who you would take to occasionally at the bakery was kind enough to give you this.

“Ah one more thing we can't forget about the shoes.”

Mito pulled out a pair of glass shoes that surprised you. You looked at the pretty pair of shoes, your eyes sparkling while Mito was giggling in the background.

“Thank Hashirama for them alright?’

You looked at Mito, surprised... again. “Huh..You know Hashirama?”

Mito nodded but didn't say anything else instead pushed you out of the house ignoring all your questions. You two hopped on a carriage that was already waiting for you and quickly took the two of you to the castle.

---

You bite into your inner cheek you were asked to go to the ball by yourself as Mito had something to do before joining you and suggested you to go first. The halls were empty as everyone was already at the ball.

You can hear the sounds coming from the ball, the music and laughter that made you giddy but also very nervous. Will it be okay? Now that you think about it, what would your step mother and step sisters do if they saw you?

You grew more anxious and were about to head out again till you bumped into someone, “oof!”

Before you can fall to the floor and land in your bum a hand caught you from the arm. “I didn't take you, would you try to run away? Are you nervous?” You didn't hear the sinister tone at the beginning that quickly changed into a more cheerful voice.

You looked up to see-

“Hashirama?” You called out his name, he grinned happily. “It has been a bit Y/n. How are you? You look…..” Hashirama paused, staring at you as if mildly surprised and a little dazed. Your cheeks flush red from his stare.

“Is there something wrong? Something on my face?” You asked, to which he shook his head, looking away. You didn't see his red face, and love struck eyes.

“You should go in, that is where the fun happened and… I would love to have one dance with you.” Hashirama said, looking back at you with a casual smile on his face as he bowed and showed his hand to you.

You giggled at his antics but you accepted his hand, “Why yes, I love to have this dance with you.” Hashirma's eyes lighted up and his grin widen the two of you walked towards the doors. People gasped when they saw you and you felt heat coming to your face. Did you do something wrong? Was the dress a mess, you thought you were careful…

But then you realized that they weren't looking at you but they were actually looking at Hashirama, among the whispers and maybe a bit of yelling could be heard by your shocked step mother and step sisters. You looked at Hashirama, he was no mechent he was the prince!! You were about to ask- no almost demand how, why, wha-

Suddenly your other hand was taken and you were pulled away from Hashirama into another’s arm. You looked to see that familiar white hair and black eyes that you would always see at the bakery, someone who you grew close to.

“Tobirama?” You squeaked in surprise, unable to yell as you were still conscious about the people staring at you. Tobirama chuckled in amusement at your suspense. Hashirama and him promised that he would get one dance with you as platonic friends really, and something along the lines that he should get to know more about his future sister in law. Hashirama relented in the end as Tobirama did help a lot to get to you and set up everything, and he was right really. Hashirama didn't think that his brother would be taking your first dance!? When did he consent to that!!!

Tobirama could feel the glare that his brother gave him and smirked as he dragged you to the dance floor, you were nervous and even flustered really but what can you do. You never knew what the prince actually looked like, it was not like you were blind it is just that the people could rarely see the royal family and even their portraits were little and hidden as if they were diamonds that could be stolen any time. Which in a way they are…

You quickly realized that Mito was actually a princess from a neighboring kingdom and not your neighbor that lived in a different street. It made you feel nervous and even a little betrayed, but how can you get angry at the royals so you kept it to yourself. Tobirama noticed this and even your tone, unlike before you looked at him with curiosity and freeness now you were cautious and polite. You were always polite really just that now he feels that you placed a wall between you two.

“You know you can act like you did before..”

“How dare I, you are the prince. Instead I should be begging you for your forgiveness for my rudeness in the past…”

“You don't have to worry about that. Hashirama, Mito and I, do genuinely enjoy your company. We are the ones who should be sorry for hiding who we are.”

“...”

Tobirama smiled as he made a turn while dancing with you. “Then let's start again.”

You were about to ask what he meant by that till you were suddenly taken away back into Tobirama’s arms again as the man immediately started the next dance. You stumbled a little but he easily caught you and pulled close making a twist following the music.

The man looked all pouty when you finally properly saw and you can't help but giggle a bit at his expense. “I was supposed to be your partner for your first dance…” Hashirama whined but then he looked at you with these mischievous eyes “Well then since i can't have your first dance, i might as well take the rest!”

You weren't able to be formal with this man at all, not with all his teasing that you whispered a complaint that if he really did that your legs might just fall because of pain. You completely forgot about the fact that he was the prince and thought about that time you two were at the river stream finally right next to each other instead of the otherside. You were naive to the man's thought.

Hashirama hoped that your legs would fall off from dancing too much, he really did. It would be better than him doing it himself. He wants to care for you and spoil you, the day where you two talked in the river only fueled his love for you and anger that things like chores and your step mother and sisters are taking you away from him. If he could break your legs you would not have to go back to them and you would rely on him and he could love you.

He hated that his brother took your first dance and almost thought of kicking that man out of the stag but it would only bring shame on not only them but on you as if you were some part of a comedy gig and would never be taken seriously and he didn't want that. He would chop the person's head that looked at you the wrong way.

“Why didn't you tell me?” You finally asked. Hashirama looked at you in the eyes he was smiling but you could see the fluster and shyness in his eyes, how hesitant he was to look at your eyes.

“I am a prince and… I just wanted someone to look at me for me..” Hashirama said. “I saw you a few times before in the past at the river but I was hesitant at first as I was a prince and if you did know who I was then I would have not been able to talk comfortably to you… I…. I am sorry for lying to you. I can understand if you do not wish to continue talking to me anymore.”

“Nonsense. You are my friend, while I was indeed surprised I was not hurt really.” You smiled and reassured the man. Hashirama’s smile widened and the two of you continued to dance happily, this time you didn't really mind the people watching you instead focus your attention on Hashirama. You didn't know that what Hashirama saud was a lie, he would never let you go, even if he said that. If you did say that you want to part from him, he already had a room to lock you in ready but he didn't want to do that to you so he was happy that you said that you didn’t mind.

At one point the two of you stopped dancing, you were getting tired so you and Hashirama walked over to get a drink. Quickly Hashirama was flooded with girls around him asking or even begging for his attention.

You softly laughed at what you saw when your arm was harshly pulled. You looked to see it was your step mother and you felt your blood run cold. “Wait till we reach home.” Your mother threatened you and continued to pull you away from the prince. Your step mother and step sisters managed to sneakily avoid Tobirama’s gaze and the knights and act like everything was “normal” and nothing suspicious.

The last thing you saw was the clock, midnight.

You were sad but you followed your step mother meekly, as you knew you would receive and even harsher punishment if you didn't. You just hoped that Hashirama wasn't too angry at you and that maybe you could go meet him again at the river and you could explain yourself.

When you reached home, your family integrated you and tried to keep things a secret but it was no use as you and Hashirama acted too familiar with each other for it not to be a coincidence. You begged them not to lock you in your room but they pushed you in and locked you in.

You don't know how many hours you have been in your dark gloomy room so different from the majestic place the palace was, your clothes were torn due to the jealousy from your step sisters. You were too pretty, prettier than them and to see you in that luxurious dress drove them mad. Your cheek was still bruised from the multiple slaps you received from your step mother. She never physically touched, as if that was something she was doing as a favor from you but tonight was in murderous rage. That after you explained everything you suddenly felt a sharp sting on your face it took you a moment to understand that your step mother slapped you.

It was really all a blur from there.

The birds tried to comfort you, as well as the animals who were able to sneak into the room from the small window. And it did help you just that you suddenly burst into tears again when you realised that you might not meet Hashirama and the others again. Your step mother specifically made it clear that you will not be returning to the river again and that your sisters were going instead of you from now on.

“____!!!”

Your door was suddenly banged open, the clink of metal telling you that the hinges of the door fell off when you were suddenly assisted but a tight embarrassed. “Huh?” You looked to see it was Hashirama who was holding you.

It seems that when you and your family were sneaking away, Mito caught sight of your guys and alerted the others. Really they knew that something bad was gonna happen when your family took you. But they didn't realise that they would hit you!

Mito and Tobirama watched from the door, looking at you worriedly, then to each other nodding that your family would not go unpunished. After that Hashirama would never let you go, bring you to the castle, he would give you everything luxurious and more. A beautifully decorated room, the best food, clothes and so much free time to spend with him (and also unfortunately his brother and Mito too).

You never have to touch a dust pan or boom ever, nor even wash the laundry. Hashirama would never allow you to, and while it does get a little overbearing sometimes it wasn't that bad in your eyes. You always want physical attention. Something wasn't given by your step mother after your father’s death and they have given it to you in spades.

Maybe it was a surprise to you, maybe not, but it certainly wasn't a surprise to the others. They all saw the prince's eyes when he looked at you. Tinted red with obsessive love, even his father the king saw it and let it go. Almost everyone hopes that you will forever love the man, otherwise many know that the nation will fall if you deny his love and care.

But you said yes, and many cheered and the wedding bells rang.

You asked your soon to be husband where your step mother and sisters were at. You were worried about them, you didn't have the best history but they were around your life for so long it wasnt they weren't someone you could just forget.

But your fiance never really answered properly. He kept everything a secret, vaguely saying that they left the kingdom. You never heard the scream in the basement of the castle because you were never allowed anywhere there all except for the three royals who love and adore you.

[ad1thi]

If u havent done this one yet may i ask for highschool au stevetony? Im always on the look out for those:) the more tropes the better! Thank u for ur work:)

absolutely!! ive tried to pick ones that i feel are a bit underrated or haven’t gotten as much love, hopefully at least some of them are new for you :)) 

if this was a movie: @omg-just-peachy

“One of our seniors is being generous with his time this year—by force of his own actions, but generous none the less—and he’d be happy to help you, I’m sure. Tony Stark? I’ll set something up for later this week. I think between the two of you you’ll be able to pull your average up enough to make it through to playoffs,” Coulson said, with that ever-hopeful lilt in his voice.

Or, Steve needs a calculus tutor, Tony is available, but how is Steve ever supposed to focus when he's been in love with Tony for ... his entire school life?

its nice to have a friend: @imposter-human (this is part of a larger series, all based on taylor swift’s album lover!!) 

“Tony!” Steve called as soon as the school bell rang, his nose and cheeks pink with the chill in the air. “Wait up!”

Tony paused, hefting his backpack on his shoulders. It was heavy with textbooks; Howard had finally convinced the school to let him sit in on the high school classes instead of his own third grade ones. “Hey, Steve,” he greeted as soon as his friend got close.

Howard had pushed Tony to skip grades, to do something with his genius brain, but Tony didn’t want to. Steve was the reason why, really. Tony didn’t want to give up his only friend just to move up a couple of levels. He was happy to spend recess with Steve, even if they didn’t have classes together anymore.

“Are you coming over?” asked Steve. He rubbed his hands together to keep them warm. “Ma made apple pie.

The One With The Red Sweater: @averagemarvelbitch

The one where Steve and Tony are celebrating their one year anniversary, Bucky has a big mouth (and regrets it) and everything goes wrong.

going on a ride: @theappleppielifestyle (part of a series)

"You want to take me for a ride on your motorcycle," Tony repeats, slow so he can process it as he’s saying it, "because you think my glasses are cute.

Dear Mr Fantasy: @pineapplebread

Tony writes letters to his past loves to get over them. They’re all but meaningless by this point, but he keeps them hidden anyways, never to be seen or read by anyone else. Until one day they all mysteriously get sent out.

His deepest secrets are revealed and he scrambles to do damage control, striking a deal to enter a fake relationship with Steve Rogers who just wants his ex back. Tony conveniently forgets to mention that the only love letter he still means is the one he wrote to his fake boyfriend.

Inspired by To All The Boys I've Loved Before (2018).

Steve Roger’s Life Is Not A Romance Movie (He Wouldn’t Get The References, Anyway): @dontholdthiswarinside

Steve hasn't always had this ridiculous crush on Tony Stark.

(Or, the one where Steve is his polite old self and doesn't really hate Tony Stark (unfortunately), Tony is a child prodigy and apparently a cab driver now, too, and high school is still high school, even when you are the son of a billionaire.)

And Then There’s You: @dontholdthiswarinside

And it’s funny that they’re like this, isn't it, because there's Tony, too-clever and too-fast, always having to be moving, selfish and desperate and cruel, and then there’s Steve with his kindness, his slow smile and his patience, selfless and calm and kind to everything and everyone. They’re fire and ice, good and bad, and somehow, somehow, it works.

Or, Steve Rogers teaches Tony Stark how to love, one year at a time.

Our Personal Fairytale: @pensversusswords (part of a series)

In which there is a first date, a giant octopus, and Tony is scared of Ferris wheels.

Extracurricular Love: @blancheludis

"You're staring at Tony's ass again." Steve can't help himself. Just like everything else about Tony, it is great. Too bad no one knows they are in a relationship. He has a feeling that no one believes his protest either way.

Hot Summer Nights: @tonystarksnipples (part of a series)

Tony moves into the apartment directly across the street from Steve. Their windows face each other and there's a small piece of roof jutting out between them, connecting in the middle. As the summer goes on, they find themselves crawling out their windows to spend more and more time together.

(and if you don’t mind a self rec)

captain americana and the heartbreak prince: @me 

Steve Rogers has known Tony Stark for 10 years, 4 months and 11 days

He's been in love with him for the exact same time

//

or: another highschool au with punk!tony and QB!steve

[bellamyblakru]

lol i finished the cruel prince series😌✌🏻

~spoilers~

since i read these three books in about two days, it’s fairly telling that i enjoyed them LOL first things first, i love jude still. she was my absolute favorite at the beginning and stayed my favorite until the end. i love enemies to lovers, and with a badass female mc lead who knows her worth and fights for what she wants? how could i not be sold😭

cardan, man, i love him so much. my heart aches thinking of his childhood, and, in the face of such horribleness, he still manages to be kind, fair, and completely fucking smitten with my girl. HE LOVES HER SO FUCKING MUCH THAT IT MAKES ME SQUEAL. akakalakaakak god, give me a fae king infatuated with me, and only me, and you bet your ass i would fold way faster than jude did😂

i think mainly my only problem with this series, maybe, is that i would have loved a chapter from cardan’s pov, ALSO WHAT THE FUCK DID HE WRITE IN THE LETTERS? they answer that vaguely but come onnnn i wanted more jude/cardan talk time because i absolutely adored them. sigh, nothing fills the hole that finishing aelin’s story left in me, but this was a good escape. and i definitely recommend.

as always, since i didn’t do it for the first two books of the series since i binged them too fast, here is my one of my favorite quotes:

“What they don’t realize is this: Yes, they frighten me, but I have always been scared, since the day I got here. I was raised by the man who murdered my parents, reared in a land of monsters. I live with that fear, let it settle into my bones, and ignore it. If I didn’t pretend not to be scared, I would hide under my owl-down coverlets in Madoc’s estate forever. I would lie there and scream until there was nothing left of me. I refuse to do that. I will not do that.”

YOU WANNA KNOW WHY?? jude never gave up. she was strong, and brave, and beautiful, and wicked, and unapologetic for who she is. and i love that. she found her strengths and weaknesses, had a strong heart and an even stronger mind. she was cunning and good at it, and i love her morally gray nature. its so refreshing and she is absolute a queen.

(close second was “kiss me until im sick of it” because cardan owns my heart and soul and i squealed out loud at that)

[twinfanfics]

The tale of the three head beast. The marching fishes (22/22)

The ending!! OMG THIS IS ACTUALLY THE ENDING

Thank you so much to anyone who wants to read this fanfiction. Now is over. My sis and I are going to take a little break while we start the third part of The Tale of Three head beast. But we love the ending of The Marching Fishes.

Fandom: Digimon GoT au.

Charaters: All the choosen children from Adventure, 02, Tamer and sometimes Frontier.

Ships: Taiyama, Joumi, Daiken, Takary, TakatoxYuri, RikaxRyo …

Second part of the tale of the three head beast series, you can read the first part The chosen children Here and here, or look for the tag  3t3hb  on this blog.

Resume: Three years had pased since Taichi won the hand of princess Sora and both get crowned King and Queen of the living land, now they must faced the duty of the monarchs, but the King is must worried about cover his affair with the royal guard. The war started on the Honest Island, does the King Joe would manage it?. Mean while at the other side of the sea Takato and Ruki stronger their forces.

And you can read all past chapters of the marching fishes in the links below or in AO3

ACT 1. ESCENE 1: THE RAIN

ACT 1. ESCENE 2: THE WILL  

ACT 1. ESCENE 3: THE TRIP

ACT 1. ESCENE 4:THE SON

ACT 2. SCENE 1: THE ARRIVAL

ACT 2. SCENE 2: BROTHERHOOD

ACT 2. SCENE 3: MOTHER | **warning suicide attempt**

ACT 2. SCENE 4: THE BATTLE OF THE IKKAKU ISLAND

ACT 3. SCENE 1: THE INTERROGATION

ACT 3. ESCENE 2:  DELIVERY

ACT 3. ESCENE 3: RED DRESS

ACT 4. ESCENE 1:TRIAL

ACT 4. ESCENE 2: THE SAINT QUEEN

ACT 4. ESCENE 3:THE SPY

ACT 4. ESCENE 4: INTRUDERS

ACT 4: SCENE 5: THE BROKEN SWORD

ACT 5: SCENE 1: THE WIDOW

ACT 5: SCENE 2: WELCOME HOME

ACT 5 : SCENE 3: FAITH

ACT 5: SCENE 4: LIONHEART

ACT 5: SCENE 5: THE PRICE TO PARADISE

Epilogue

Part one

The Light had left her Islands.  The King of all had promised peace for her home when Mimmi  bend the knel. Peace for The Honest Islands, there would be a most pure wish? 

 Iory and Ken were on The Salt. The prison Island. A desertic place were the worst criminals past their last years. Around the Island there were just salt water, infested with the worst leeches and the hottest weather. It was no scape. 

Iory could feel his own sweat draining. The air was heavy and salty, everything stink and in front of him was Ichijouji. HIs brother had always been handsome, always elegant and altive. Now Ken looked like a shadow of himself, skinny and pale, but most important, quiet. At first Ken had been loud and gross. He had cursed Davis name on all the ways posible, he had called Iory a coward and a fool. The guards had not come for them, just had given them an occasional meal. FInally, Ken had reclaimed his own corner on the cell and had leaning over himself to think on silence. 

“It isn't going to work” Iory said. The words between them sound weird and wrong. Ken did not answered “If you are trying to scape you better don't. We both know that it wouldn't work”

Ken kept quiet. 

“You design this prison, you know how cruel it is going to be our death” 

“They should give us separate cells” Ken said at last. And Iory actually laugh at the comment.

“They are waiting for us to kill each other” Iory said “that is why they let you kept that piece of blade on your clothes”

Ken turned to look at him for the first time. 

“I only asking if it is going to be for resentment or mercy” 

“You always surrender so easily” 

“No I don't”

And that made Ken laugh.

“I should had killed you long ago” Ken said showing him the blade. 

“When? When I lost the Ikkaku Island? When I let Davis come back?”

“That time when you replaced all my clothes with pink ones” 

“OH MY GOD, that was so stupid” 

“Even then I was the best dressed on the Gala”

“You and Davis dance all night”

 The silent showed again.

“I am sorry” Iory said. 

“Good” His brother answered.

Other day past and Ken didn't kill him.  At night Iory hear Ken crying. When they stopped to bring them food, Iory cry too. 

“Three days” Ken said “They are going to feed us again in three days to kept us alive” 

Mercy, Iory tough looking at Ken’s blade again.

Ken was right, after three days they started to feed them twice a day, one time at afternoon and one time at morning. 

Fifteen days had passed since they had been arrested when they heard the lock of the cell opened early. 

“They are going to take us to forced labor” Ken said.

“Or they are going to feed the fish with us” Iory answered. 

The Queen Mimmi entered at the room. Iory knelt and reverence until his front touch the floor while Ken lie uncaring over the dirty floor.

“Your majesty” Iory said. 

“Iory, Ken” The Queen greeting “The Light had left the Honest Island. Taichi had left to me to decide what to do with you both”

“Left” Ken said “my favorite eye is the left one, in case you are wondering” 

The eyepatch of the Queen was broided with a rose. She had come to see them alone. 

“Force labor would let the people watch our punishment and would kept the memory of our treason alive, but it would give us the best chances to scaped. The public execution will be better” Iory said calmly.

“The King last will was for you to be alive”  

Iory remember the last word of Joe. ”Don't kill the children” He trembling at the thought of he and Ken as Joe’s children. 

“Children doesn't lead revolutions” Ichijouji said. 

“Well… the KIng of all didn't know that” Mimmi answered 

Iory looked at the Queen. She was composed, but she was not in peace, her purple eye shine and an old blade of the desert rest on her side. 

“What do you want?”

“The Light come to the Island with false promises of peace and when we had solve our problems THe Wolf Knight killed my husband”

“Your majesty” Iory claimed as Ichijouji raised from the floor. 

“Joe was the best of us and they killed him” The Queen said “i am going to do what it has to be done” She get at the door and opened the cell “Stand up, my knights, I, The Queen of the Honest Island, had proclaimed our independency, join me and this land would remember you as libertadores, refused it and you would be forgotten” 

“You are asking for another war, and for what? the people would suffer, Joe knew…” Iory claimed.

“But Joe is death and his murderers are free and ruling!”

“Joe never want a war and if you truly love him you would honor his memory and would rule over the peace that he left you” 

Iory was standing in front of the Queen. He was short for his age, his eyes were brown as his hair. A little rock in the sea, standing. The son of Joe that wasn't hers. 

The forgotten Prince felt the cold iron on his back “For the back, brother?” The child said with sorrow to Ichijouji, who removed the blade from the back of his brother with no hesitation.  

Iory’s body hit the ground and Ken Ichijouji kneel in front of the Queen. 

Mimmi left The Salt with a new knight and that same night she wrote a letter to her sister, the Queen of the Desert would be happy.  

Part two

When he wake up she was already gone.

The remorse craw on his head, why she would stay? What else would she want for him? 

Taichi was not ready for another day, he didn't want Hikari´s eyes over him, her empty words, her endless patient, her lies, her light. 

But behind his door was still dark, no sister, no wife, only one soldier guarding the room.

None of them were ready, Taichi hold his breath uncertain, he want to talk, to come close, but he didn´t know how, Sora´s touch was still fresh on his skin.

“Yamato.... “Since when was he there? did he saw the queen go? did he notice her sweet, her bed hair, her trembling legs?

“Your majesty” The knight do the formal salude, so much melancholy

Taichi flinch, it had been so long since he hear his voice, one word of Yamato and he was able to breath again.

The short distance between them feels like a thousand miles, but it doesn't matter, Taichi run and hold him against the wall, Kissing him had always been easy, they belong together.

“i´m sorry” he murmur at some point when he was able to finally articulate words ”Im so sorry” he repeat while Yamato hands trip under his vest

 “good” he smile while his armor fall over the floor, when they enter to room?

“Yamato.. wait” he use all his strength to separate their bodies “we must be careful, we canot... we cannot make the same mistake twice”

“mistake?” now he was mad, Taichi knows his frowning forehead and the trembling lips 

“No like that, please listen”

“I miss you” somehow it´s feel like a reclaim 

“I.. I... “ No, he wasn't strong enough and once agains he rush to him  “This is dangerous” 

“That's a brilliant discovery your highness, it took you all this time to get to that brilliant conclusion?”

“Shut up!” the skin behind his neck where so soft, her blonde hair has grown at least a few inches since the last time he get to touch him, Taichi get scare for all the new scars on his lover back “ I'm serious”

“Im aware of that, im the lover of the King, i know everyday could be my last”

“I will never allowed that! i promise …” 

“stop, don´t do that” he saw him in confusion “ don´t make any promise” 

“I will protect you” 

 “That's my job” 

“I can…” 

“No you cannot!” Yamato yells  “I´m not afraid of death, look at me Taichi, im not a good man, im a bastard, a liar, a murder” 

“You are not…” 

“Yes im, and if you love me you must accept it , what we do is not right...  Taichi there are only two ways this could end”

“What are you talking about?”

“or I die, or worse”

“Or what?” he could not imagine something more horrible 

“Or you grow tired of me and you  find a new boy toy to fool around” 

“Don't ever said that again” 

“Is that an order you majesty?” 

“Yes”  

“Good, Then it's decided it,  i will die for you my love”

He wish to be stronger, wiser, to dream about something else than his blue eyes, to be selfless enough to make him go away from him; but by the end he was sure, there was no risk in this world he would not take for him.

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when Rowan rescues Aelin pt. 2

a/n: it would appear i got carried away and now will probably need another chapter before the fluff 

part one is here

“Aelin,” the man before her murmured in the softest, most adoring voice she’d ever heard.

What a complete and utter fool.

He took of her mask with the utmost care. She watched his face go from enraged to worried but with loving eyes before abruptly falling with wild panic. Good. The demon in her seemed to enjoy that, relish in ripping that relief away from him.

“Aelin,” he whispered, “it’s me, Rowan.”

That name- Aelin. Was that what she was called? It did nothing to her, didn’t stir up a shred of recognition. Her name was the first thing she had forgotten.

Rowan. That name, however, did something odd. Made her feel an insistent but faint tug near her ribs. He seemed familiar- she was somehow expecting a scent of pine and snow from him even though all she caught was his blood and her filth- but then again, maybe he didn’t. She didn’t know. Couldn’t bring herself to remember.

Watching this unknown, strangle male with almost a detached interest, she didn’t notice tendrils creeping around her behind that mental wall, ghosting up her body leaving a trail of slickness behind.

Didn’t notice until leashes of darkness wound itself agonizingly tight – much tighter than before-  around her hands, her legs, her eyes and down her throat until she was screaming, thrashing, flinging her broken body over and over like she had done a thousand times already. 

Not to escape- no, she had given up any fool’s hope of that a century ago. She just wanted to stop seeing them- stop seeing someone’s bled out body on horrifically bloodied sheets; a cracked spine and paralyzed legs; a body tortured beyond recognition; death after death after death; black collars, rings, darkness, pain, everywhere until it was all she knew, until the overwhelming emotion of that was the only think that allowed her to break the surface of that suffocating abyss.

She had known she was going to die when she first came here. Was fully expecting it, embraced it even. The beast implanted in her had coiled that knowledge like a noose around her neck, letting her slowly choke on its poisonous tendrils, clawing away at her fire bit by bit until it- until she- was reduced to piles of broken bone, ripped skin and floating ash. She had begged; begged for death, begged for the speed and efficiency of the knife; begged for the people she loved to-

She didn’t know who they were anymore. Couldn’t remember their names or faces, they were nothing but blurred smudges.

She was forced into the present when she felt that light tug in her ribs. She peered through the tiny cracks in the wall between her and her body, trying to catch a glimpse of the male who had sparked the tiniest bit of removed curiosity.

She knew he had to be someone; Someone enough to wrench the smallest bit of emotion, of familiarity, of warmth, through the solid walls of the Valg when none of her own memories had been able to. No, none of her bloodied memories made a small ember ignite from within like his words did. 

No, snarled the darkness, he is nobody. He means nothing to you, has done nothing for you except bring you pain, over and over again.

Another series of images flashed through her mind, so fast that they seemed superimposed- a cruel queen in a city of stone whipping her bloody and senseless; powerful males with wicked, bloodied swords; a great, coiling beast underwater-

Watch what this vile abomination did, look how he made you feel that delicious suffering, fear and wrath. Smell his blood, how bright and beautiful it would look spilling against his pale hair.

“Fireheart,” the man – Rowan- continued to speak, slowly, like he was scared about how she might react.

Fireheart. Another tug in her ribs as a result of that word. Eyes that had once belonged to her stared into a pair of pine green ones that were open and trusting albeit a little wary and haunted with pain. 

“My Fireheart. Do you remember who called you that first?” he asked, his low voice now laced with a sense of urgency. “Your mother, Evalin, used to say that. You were her little Fireheart too, all bright rage and a vicious spitfire but with a heart of gold. Do you remember?”

No, you do not remember. She is another whoring carcass as a result of him and his queen. Forget his poison and look- look at the pain in his voice, look at his shattered bones, look at his burnt back. And feast on it, you wretched mongrel.

” Remember that day in Wendlyn where we took down Narrok and his soldiers? How you burnt the filth and darkness out of them?” he almost pleaded, his hands now trailing down her face.

It felt heavenly- no, it felt glorious, like the first bit of warmth after centuries of freezing winter. She wanted more of that, wanted to feel something apart from ceaseless drowning and despair so she thrashed harder, reaching for that bit of light.

Yes, I remember. No, I forgot, I’m nothing, you’re nobody.

She scraped against the wall she was trapped behind until her hands were nothing but ripped skin, shredded nails and bruises, shoving herself against it so hard that she almost felt her spine snap.

Sit down, the demon hissed, viciously shoving her back underwater, until the blackness encased her again.

“Aelin, you’re my… everything,” hic voice broke but he rushed on, words spilling out faster, “You’re my queen, my wife, my carranam, my mate. You saved be from the horrible blood-oath to Maeve. You wreathed the entire city in burning, raging fire to save me. Do you remember the fire?”

Yes. No.

That little ember was stoked by his words, it leaped higher like it was trying t0 alight this hell. And gods, it felt catastrophic and beautiful all at once; it felt like redemption.

She kicked up against that black, slimy void, her hands reaching, stretching, struggling towards that little flame. Her head broke the filthy water the beast had made her drown in, day after year after century.

And, for the first time in an eon, she saw through her own eyes. Saw Rowan for herself; the way he knelt before like he refused to do to anyone else; his soft hands stroking her grimy hair back; his silver rimmed eyes opening the slightest bit wider when he saw the shift on her face.  

Then the Valg slammed her back under, forcing black filth to pour into her eyes, her nose, her mouth. 

No, she roared, something like desperation but magnified tenfold coursing through her. No, let me see him, please, please, please.

That was Rowan, her mate, her husband, her-

She couldn’t remember what else. That second of consciousness and given her a moment of reprieve before cruelly tearing it away.

Something shifted in Rowan. He took a deep breath as if bracing himself and straightened his spine. His eyes held no fear as his hands came around to rest gently on either side of her face.

The Valg Prince screamed at the touch, shrieking and grappled with her for control over her arms, and she tried- godsdamn her she tried- to wrench him off.

She failed. Her fingers wrapped themselves around his wrist, pressing so hard that any more pressure would shatter his bone.

He didn’t flinch. No, Rowan only continued to speak, his words hard, brutal and freeing, “Remember the fire, Aelin. Remember how that endless power felt, in a well so deep you knew you could incinerate anything with half a thought. You used those vicious flames to wipe out five hundred beasts, you used that fire to save our -mine, Aedion’s, Lysandra’s, and the rest of your court and kingdoms collective asses. And not just the fire that Mala blessed you with but that terrifying anger you possess for anyone who threatens us, your razor-sharp mind without which we wouldn’t have survived this far. Use that fire, Aelin. Fight it”, he snarled. Another tug in her ribs, much stronger this time than before.

That ember had lit higher and hotter until it was now a crown of flames wrapped around her hand. She paused and marveled at the way it felt, the intensity, the pureness of it. Just having that weak shadow of her former power was enough to make her want more of it, crave it, need it.

She fueled her pain, her sorrow, her desperation into it, making that fire weep just like she did, marking clear paths past the grime in her soul. Tears of gold leaked out of her, surrounding her, protecting her.

“Yes, my Fireheart,” her husband said, his voice and words stronger now, no longer breaking. “You’re so godsdamned powerful, the Heir of Mala-Lightbringer herself. You’re destruction incarnate.”

She shattered his wrist as the fire wrapping around her tighter, annihilating barbed leashes of darkness to ash and dust.

He didn’t react in the slightest, and said with a new fervor, “Remember that power, the cataclysmic depth of it. Burn down this rutting castle, burn down that rutting demon- burn.”

She was shaking, shattering, shuddering as his words tore through that slimy, terrifying presence, the eternal oblivion snapping its claws in her face. As they obliterated any part of restraint on her behalf as boiling lava replaced her blood, flowed through her veins, and threatened to flood the world. 

“To whatever end.”

She exploded.

That’s when Rowan knew he was going to die.

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Responses to {Part 17} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU Asks~

Please ‘Keep Reading’ to find my response to your ask ^^ As always, I have copied and pasted all asks into this post in regards to last night’s chapter to avoid clogging up people’s dashboards and to avoid spoilers for those who may still wish to read the chapter. Thank you ^^ 

@purelyple said: never clicked so fast in my whole life for a vampire fic. 

Thank you so much :3

Anonymous said: the enDING ARE YOU K I D D I N G ME i need it to be next tuesday right now immediately

I apologise for ending that chapter right then! It was 6,000+ words and it was definitely running on for too long ^^ Thank you so much for reading it my dear =)

@mysr3 said:  Thank you Sara!!! IWSY sigh~  so good! Can't wait for the next part. Although I'll be spending Valentine Day alone, I'll have this to accompany me and make my heart fluff❤️❤️❤️

Thank you very much! At least the next chapter will be a lovely one for Valentines Day for all us lonely souls spending it alone hehe c:

Anonymous said: The reason Tae wanted her to wait before he could get out of view from the mirror was because of the whole vampire thing right?

I’m afraid not my love! I have already laid out my lore of a Vampire’s reflection in Chapter Two when I said that Vampires DO have a reflection (along with not being destroyed in sunlight.) The reason why Taehyung would have moved out of view is because he would have wanted her to see only herself without seeing him in her field of vision ^^

Anonymous said: I absolutely love IWSY! Your writing style is amazing and I always look forward to reading a new chapter❤  Do you have any tips for writing fanfiction? I would like to start writing too but I don't have good ideas.. 😂😊

Thank you so much my dear ^^ I’m really happy you’re enjoying it. I made a post a little while back with some tips so I’ll link it to you here!

Anonymous said: Do you have any idea how long the IWSY serie will be? I loooooove it so much btw

Like I have said before, I have no idea how long it will be going on for. You’ll know when I do! :D Thank you so much for reading it my love :)

Anonymous said: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH 

*screams back* WHAT HAPPENED ARE YOU OKAY

Anonymous said: Eventhough this chapter of IWSY is all about Y/N being excited about the dress and everything, i can't help but feel nervous about the upcoming ball. TT Yoongi actually scares the crap out of me in this story xq How amazing that you can make me feel this way with writing! Love you 💕

Are you feeling the calm before the storm? *whispers* good~ hehe Thank you so much for reading it! ^^

@omelys-space said: Again amazing update as always ~ ❤ Now I have two things:  I need that dress in my life 😍 the way you described it was so stunning  And can ChimChim and TaeTae get any cuter?! 🙈 I am freakishly excited to see Kooks reaction next week 😄 Ohhh and to learn more about her power that she has

Thank you very much ❤  I’m so happy you enjoyed it! And yes - I really want/need a dress and shoes such as the ones in my fan fiction hehe~ Yes! There are many things to be revealed! I’m excited to show them ! ^^

@bangtan-bap-sonyeondan said: I was feeling down earlier and just thought I'd search around the scenario tag and I stumbled across I won't stop you and I read the entire series and then waited for this new part and I love it. I couldn't stop reading all parts and did it in one sitting. I hope you keep at it and I'll look forward to each upcoming part!

I’m so happy that you could find my series and it could make you (hopefully) feel a little better ^^ Thank you so much for reading it and messaging me to tell me, as well! *hugs* I will definitely finish it until the end of the story! You have no need to worry about that :)

Anonymous said: Ok wow.Wow.I've never had a full chapter of changing into a dress get me excited and smily at 2 am when I have to wake up at 7 to study. Wow.You killed me.You should at lest come to my funeral *cries a red river*.MY GOOOOOODDDD. But seriously, I was hoping to get some reaction from jungkook.I can't believe I have to wait a whole week for that omo kill me  Plz make the next chapter loooong with maaaaaaanyy secrets revealed and maaany important details!!!Looking forward to it!THAnks SARS I LOVE U!

I’m happy to know that you enjoyed reading about the dress! I wanted to fully explain everything because of what will happen at the ball ;) There’s method in my madness, I promise you! And don’t worry, you’ll get a worthy description of Jungkook’s reaction next week (seeing as it’s Valentines Day as well ❤ ) This chapter was actually the longest chapter I’ve ever written (6,000+ words heh) Thank you for reading and looking forward to the next one, I love you too!!

@pandafish said: goodness! the gown sounds absolutely beautiful.  and what a fitting color ;)

I really want a dress like the one I described c: It’s like my dream dress! Haha and yes, a very fitting colour indeed ;)

Anonymous said: Oh my gosh, I am absolutely in love with I Won't Stop You! Your writing is so great! It's so detailed and the story is beautiful!

*blushes* Thank you so much! I really feel like the dress needed to be explained in great detail as I wanted you (as the reader) to be able to envision the next scenes perfectly and exactly how you look! :D

Anonymous said: WOW!!! I WONT STOP YOU PART 17 was so good!!!!!!!! I loved it!!!!! But is there a picture of the dress????? I would really love to see it!!!!!!

Thank you so much beautiful! Unfortunately, there is no picture as I created it from my imagination (as there is a reason why Taehyung and Jimin designed it the way they did ;D) - but THE SHOES ARE A REAL THING. Follies Strass by Christian Louboutin are the most beautiful heels I’ve ever seen.

Anonymous said: "You ARE a princess"  Me: *is suspicious* 🤔 lmao now that I think about it they mention her looking/being a princess a lot...😏

Haha aww it’s more so because she has no idea that Jungkook is ACTUALLY a Prince. It’s more of an inside joke that they are keeping from her - especially when she said she felt like a princes ^^

@gwynethjodie said: You are truly a gifted writer. I'm just realizing I've only been reading "I Won't Stop You", when I should be reading all your work. The way you've set everything up in IWSY is indescribable, it feels like i'm watching a movie from all the details, imagery and scenes. Every scene feels so significant to the story and in no way feels like fillers. I was dying for a picture of the dress&such from the last chapter, but maybe you didn't provide one cause you wanted the reader to envision themselves

This is truly such an amazing message to receive. You really made me smile and I mean that from the bottom of my heart. I’m so incredibly happy that you feel this way and that you can see everything so clearly in IWSY because that’s exactly what I was hoping for. And yes - unfortunately there is no picture of the dress because I created it entirely from the realm of my head haha - but if you want to get an idea of the shoes, they are a real thing! Follies Strass by Christian Louboutin are just...so beautiful...^^ Thank you so much my love, I hope you have a great day :)

@audreymv said: I wont be able to say an opinion about this chapter sadly because I decided im going to read it when the other or next part comes out. I feel bad but i knowing you this chapter is probs really good

There’s no need to feel bad! You can read it whenever you wish :) I know some people like that who don’t watch TV series until the series has finished airing so that they can watch it all in one go. So I don’t mind at all my love! The series will remain on this blog for you to return to whenever you want to :)

Anonymous said: I'm not even an army but your jungkook vampire!au appeared on my dash and I started reading just for fun and now I'm obsessed BC ITS SO GOOD!!!!! and I'll follow your weekly updates now. I really liked your writing and keep on doing girl 'cause you're good FIGHTING

Ahhh thank you so much! I’m so happy you’re enjoying it despite not being an army ^^ I hope you’ll enjoy the rest of the series cutie ^^ Have a great day!

Anonymous said: Hey. Just want to let you know once again that I really like your writing and this story!!! I have been waiting for the dress reveal for soooooo long!!! I was having quite a bad day until got home and got the notification that you had updated the story! It made my day to see that you had put up the new chapter! IWSY makes me look forward to tuesdays and i'm really happy that you continue to write! :-) I really liked the chapter and I hope the next one will be just as amazing!!! ~Ro :-)

I hope the dress didn’t disappoint you then ;D I know I kept a secret for a very long time - and there are still more things that I think a lot of people are dying for me to uncover heh ^^ But that’s just the story! I think it’s a little harder because I release it week by week. If it was a book, it would all be revealed in an instant ^^ Thank you so much for reading the chapter and I’m glad you liked it Ro! :D

Anonymous said: TAEHYUNG CALLED HER A PRINCESS!!!?! IS THAT A CLUE OF SOME SORT???!?

Ahhhhh it appears that you’re all so clued into my double meanings and hidden intentions ;) But I promise you that he is just producing an inside joke because she said she felt like a princess, and it’s funny because Jungkook is actually a REAL prince :P

Anonymous said: I BET HE ISNT EVEN GONNA BE THERE WHEN (Y/N) WALKS OUT. //flips tables// cant wait for the next chapter kthnx

Oh come on I’m cruel but I’m not THAT cruel! ;P It would be funny tho “Sorry (Y/N) I had to leave I got tired of waiting” lmao xD Thank you so much for reading it babe!

Anonymous said: Sara, you leave me in absolute awe. This dress that yn has is so beautiful even though I can't actually see it. You're a master of your craft much like tae and jimin are of their dress making omg I am in love with this series and can't wait to see jungkook. That was so sweet how tae told yn to love him no matter what and just omg I teared up. Thank you so much for this. I'm in love with you in the most platonic way 😭😭😭😭 thank you so much Sara ❤️❤️❤️❤️-also I hope your mom is healing well :)

Master of my craft *blushes* YOU FLATTER ME TOO MUCH DEAR ANON. I’m so happy that you could envision it clearly in your mind, that’s what I was hoping for ^^ I love you too my dear! And thank you so much for this beautiful message - you’re making me tear up!! And yes - my Mum is home now and she’s healing well so I’m super duper happy about that! Thank you for mentioning it ^^

Anonymous said: ...I'm crying. That was emotional asf ok. how can words on a screen make me feel this way I don't understand lol. I can tell that you put so much of yourself into your writing cuz I can feel the emotions from reading it. If that makes sense lol. Your writing is better than amazing ok can't wait til next week! Also idk if it's just a side thing for you or you want to make it a career, but I support you and your writing 100% and I know I'm not the only one 💕💕💕

It makes perfect sense, don’t worry! I’m so glad that I could put my emotion into it and make you feel it too ^^ Your message was so uplifting and kind, so thank you for that from the bottom of my heart :) *hugs* You’re amazing and I hope your day is as amazing as you are! Thank you also for reading the chapter beautiful ^^

Anonymous said: this chapter thobsjsjidj i feel like im reading a book holy shit youre very detailed i can literally see the dress infront of me lmao

I’m so happy you appreciate the detail that goes into each chapter! And I hope you enjoyed the chapter my love - and that the dress pleased you! :D hehe Thank you so much c:

Anonymous said: So this is what I am going to do - I'm going to wait until next Tuesday so you've updated two times, so I have two new chapters of IWSY to read, since I don't want them to end

That’s perfectly alright with me! You do what makes you happiest my dear ^^

@doubletroublesince1994 said: OH MY LORD THIS CHAPTER IS BEAUTIFUL ♥ I wonder if you have a picture of the dress that you wrote about, I would love to see it  (Tumblr unfollowed you wtf does this happen often?)

Thank you so much beautiful ^^ And no, unfortunately the dress came from my imagination - but if you would like to see the shoes, they are a real thing! Follies Stress by Christian Louboutin ^^ hehe And oh no! Silly Tumblr :( Don’t worry my love, it’s all good!

Anonymous said: I BET Y/N IS A PRINCESS OF SOME SORT

INCORRECT!

Anonymous said: Genuinely the only writer who can make me read thousands of words about putting on a dress (well I suppose it's not just A dress, but anyway) and still have me captivated until the very last word...  You're so talented 🙈💕  - UK anon

Haha I’m glad it could do that for you! Well, it was mostly about the dress but there was important lore about natum lamia in there too c: And of course, Taehyung’s way of telling her that no matter what happens, she should always go with her heart and love Jungkook ^^ Thank you very much for reading it my dear! I’m happy that you enjoyed it :)

@jynxy24 said: Newest part of IWSY was :3 Atleast you didn't play with my feelings :D I have nothing to say except thank you lolol. Stay Awesooooooome!!

See? I’m not ALL cruel and bad :P Thank you so much for reading Jynxy my love c:

Anonymous said: Is it weird that I can hear "She Is" by Jonghyun playing in mynhead on the last chapter? I don't know the significance to it. It's just a fleeting thought, really.

I’ve never listened to that song, so I will listen to it when I have a spare moment! Thank you for telling me about it :D

@line-fangirl said: Thanky you so much for i wont stop you xxx (cont.) I swear im always afraid that if i read too fast the chapter would end soon i love it <3 :3

Awww you’re so sweet! You’re very welcome and thank you so much for reading it :D And take your time with reading it and absorb everything! Each chapter has some kind of lore or important information to the story, do don’t miss it! ;D hehe

@animeimmortal said: I. WANT. THEM. TO. BE. TOGETHER. SO. BAD. GAHHHH (cont.) AND STAY TOGETHER CUZ LIKE UGH. yoongi will fuck things up I know that for sure but I want them to stay togetherrrrrrr :/ *still loving it*

They are together thooooo! c: But yes, there is the threat of Yoongi~ I wonder if he’ll really show up to the ball and who will accompany him? ;o eheh~ thank you so much for reading the new chapter my love :D