#jewelry casket

[blondebrainpowered]

Ivory, Brass and Onyx Jewelry Casket ca. 1903

Jewellery casket originally owned by Anna Pavlova. In the shape of a mediaeval woman wearing a four-cornered hat or helmet. Probably German.

[yassssifiedhistory]

Fancy little boxes......... my beloved

[witchrealms]

(x)

[fromthedust]

Johan Christian Neuber (Germany - Saxony, 1736-1808)

Neuber is one of Saxony’s most celebrated goldsmiths, he specialized in hard stone boxes, chatelaines and watchcases decorated with local stone, such as agate, jasper, and carnelian, fashioning enchanting landscapes, elaborate floral designs, and complex geometric patterns with tiny pieces of cut and polished stones set in gold-framed cells, a technique known as Zellenmosaik (cell mosaic).

Neuber first practiced in the workshop of Heinrich Taddel, his father-in-law, who was also the director of the Grünes Gewölbe the magnificent State Treasury in Dresden, a position taken over by Neuber in 1769. In 1775 he became court jeweler to Frederick Augustus III of Saxony in Dresden.

[thesorceresstemple]

[spongystims]

vampire stimboard

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[okapirose]

NonBinary Pride Coffin Charms Neither boy nor girl, but definitely cute and goth ♥

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[aquilae-stims]

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[adarkrainbow]

Snow-White vibes

Gilded silver and rock crystal casket decorated with rubies, emeralds, and glass gems, Flemish, circa 1480-1500

from The Walters Art Museum

[wishlisted]

Sterling silver “Lunar Shining” ring from Empty Casket

[etakeh]

Something I thought was a throwaway joke, but it was not.

At first I was kind of...???

then I was like !!!

Because why the fuck not.

there are more.

because, as they say,

[amaranthine-apollo]

i was wondering if you could do some sort of jinx x reader in which the reader somehow gets hurt and possibly dies due to the injury infront of jinx?? (sorry im not specific and im a sucker for angst lol)

thanks!

“ᴛɪʟʟ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴅᴏ ᴜꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛ”- ᴊɪɴx

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•How Jinx would react to her lovers sudden death and the effects it would have on her- {GN reader}

Fandom: Arcane

Genre: Angst/ Bullet points

Warning(s): Death, violence, gore, self harm

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⌖ Immediately she freezes in her tracks whilst all hell continues to break out around her. Time does not stop for her as she stares at your corpse, gunshot wounds inflicted by the guns enforcers wield littering your body with holes that weeped copious amounts of blood. It’s like the gears in her mind stop and her own legs nearly give in at the sight until the weight of someone crashing into her side snaps her out of her disbelief. And as the chaos goes on her first action is to rush over to your body, frantically struggling to pick you up while signaling towards Sevika to guard her as she rushes you back into Zaun.

⌖ All of her previous plans are eradicated from her mind as she runs through the narrow alleyways back to where she hides out a majority of the time. There was no time for her to call for help so that maybe you’d have a sliver of a chance of saliva. No, she could feel just how frigid your skin had become the moment she’d picked you up. You were dead on the spot, and you had the wounds on your chest and sides to prove that.

⌖ She’s hyperventilating as she clutches onto your stained clothes with a desperation she hasn’t felt in a while. The fabric is damp with crimson and when she bunches it up within her fists your blood is what flows out and drips onto the flooring. And as her eyes wearily drop downward to stare at her bloodied hands she finally lets out a guttural, broken scream. Next thing she knows she sobbing against your neck, blubbering out incoherent apologies against your skin until her voice is going hoarse.

⌖ She lays there with your body in her arms for hours upon hours, even after her voice gives away and her heart stops pounding painfully against her ribs. She simply cradles you in her hold, subconsciously petting your hair as her mind plays back the events leading to your death in her head over and over like a broken record.

⌖ After she pries herself away from you she begins to get your body ready to lay down to rest. Her hands are still trembling violently despite how she seems calmer now on the outside. Tears well up in the corners of her eyes that threaten to spill whenever she blinks but she tries her hardest to not break down again. If not for her own sake then for yours. She grabs various items of yours: some clothing, jewelry, and other trinkets belonging to you. She adorns your body with some of your necklaces and rings and shrugs on the jacket she crafted you herself by hand onto your shoulders. The rest of the things she’s gotten lay on your chest as she secured them with a piece of fabric so that they wouldn’t slip off.

⌖ Your burial is nothing special admittedly; but then again how would it be in Zaun? Whilst the filthy rich over in Piltover bury their loved ones in casket’s gloriously crafted with a tombstone where they lay the blue haired girl is left to place your corpse in one of the spots you and her would frequently visited or was your favorite and just.. place you there. If your death is after Silco’s and you had a strong enough bond with the man she may dip you into the very same water she’d taken Silco to.

⌖ Jinx’s hallucinations only worsen, especially on holidays you used to celebrate with her or towards certain anniversaries like when you both first got together and so on. It gets to a point to where it cripples her mentally and she finds herself in a deep depression that she struggles to get out of. All she sees and hears is you in front of her, berating and belittling her for doing this to you- for causing your death. Your lifeless eyes digging into her with such a hatred she ends up on the ground in a fetal position with her nails clawing deep red lines into her arms until she’s bleeding.

⌖ Her hatred towards Piltover spirals only further as a result of your absence and after staying hidden drowning in her own sorrows she’s planning attack after attack on them. It’s like a suicide mission more times than not with how violent her schemes get, and a part of her isn’t against the fact she may die fighting. She feels a sense of pride at the damage she causes, knowing that shes taking from the very people who stole everything from her.

⌖ Sevika often sees her struggle and after a while she suggests for her to get something made in your name to lessen how much your death still affects her mentally. So, she gives herself a tattoo that was symbolic of you. It’s right on her chest where her heart is, and sometimes when shes by herself she’ll run her hand over it and imagine it’s you she’s running her hand over. Your clothes are apart of hers now, taking a few of the rugged pieces to sew together on her own clothes in patches. She’ll also make a doll resembling you with two buttons the same color of your eyes. All of these things are what hold her together, and even though she’ll never get over your death and the love she felt towards you she’ll be damned if the memory of you ever dies.

[yassssifiedhistory]

FUNKY OLD JEWELRY CASKETS YEEEEEAAAAAH

[ryo-kaikura]

Yandere brothers x step-brother reader x yandere males

Your mother remarried to a powerful wizard family because you had a high talent for magic. But when you get there, and nobody likes both of you. After snooping around you heard the head of the family, the one your mother married, only accepted because he needed someone to cover his real wives from the world. The wives hate your mother because they thought you were an illegitimate child, the brothers hate you because they thought you would destroy their family. The head of the family just doesn't care, all he truly cares about was his wives and his sons.

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You were reincarnated as a baby, you were living a fulfilling life with your new family up until you father died of an illness, the illness has a cure but the cost was too high even though you were a noble family, a viscount. Usually for normal nobles the prince will be nothing but their child's allowance for a month. But you were born in a family of a military noble.

Because your grandfather and you mother was in the military and helped the empire, the emperor gave your mother the title of viscount Evergreen. When your mother got the title, she gave every jewelry and treasure she had to improve her land and her people but because o that she had very little money.

Even though you were reincarnated and you knew little to none about your past life, all you knew was your death that was until you unlocked yout mana after your father's death as mana was said to open in extremely emotional moments. Your mana was weird and you couldn't use magic like normal, your mana would hurt you if you used the normal mana handling. Just as you were about to give up the past memories opened up, you remembered your past world was another magic filled world but the world was modern.

When you realized this, you used multiple ways to handle mana and modified it to fit you. Soon you were able to use mana proficiently. Without your mother knowing, you were able to make a magic tower, you named it “phantom tower”. This magic tower rivaled the “magic tower” with their proficiency of having very skilled mages But nobody new how to get inside.

Your mother, who knew you could do magic, tried to help in her own way, since she wasn't able to put you in the “phantom tower” . She decided to marry the head of the “magic tower” So you could learn magic.

In the end, both you and your mother did thing without telling the other.

While you were learning magic, more memories opened. Soon, you realized this place was a novel, where the FL tried to learn magic and was able to get a scholarship into the magic tower to learn. You were also in this novel, because the you in the novel didn't have knowledge of multiple mana handling, you were jealous and bullied the FL because she was able to make your step brothers react positively (saying hello back). Soon you and your mother got kicked and died of starvation. The funny part was your mother was given a hero's death while you were just put in a the soil without a casket.

When you realized why she did that, you were shocked to say the least.

You had zero opinion on the Nortarian family (the magic tower family). When you arrived in the northern Territory you were surprised because the family wanted to scorn the both of you since the public that isn't in your land thinks your family wastes money on materialistic things. When the both of you arrived, you have kept your mother safe from the heat with your magic but she didn't realized since even without your magic, she would still survive since she is called the goddess of the battlefield since she was kind to her people and tries p end thing with as little deaths as possible for both sides.

When you got down from the carriage, your mother was holding her blanket while you just draped it on your shoulders, either of you was shivering even though the carriage itself was cold to the touch. Another surprise was the brothers were shorter than said in the story. The story said when you arrived, you were a head shorter than both of the brothers but it seems they're a head shorter than you.

You also brought with you your first disciple. His name is Joshua, with fluffy brown hair and a well built build. He only reached your ear. When you met the head, Aldrich Nortarian, you were face to face with him. Forgot to mention you were only 18 years old while the brothers were 16 years old.

The day before, you asked to stop searching for the people that were neglected because of their magic/mana. But your disciples already found a girl, you just asked Simeon to teach her. You've asked the other disciple to teach. You only have two disciples, one was Joshua, he was a beggar because his parents died and the people in his village thinks he is a curse but in fact his parents died of the same disease as your father and the other was Simeon, he was a pickpocketer because he needed money to survive since both his parents abandoned him when he unlocked mana but it was unable to use them so basically useless to them.

When you were given a room, the room was amazing to the poor and poor to the rich. For you and your mother, this was just fine.

Two years later

It's been two years since you arrived, the family did treat your mother completely differently after she was willing to sacrifice her life for the wives.

The mother of the first child, Maria, was a strict yet loving mother that's why her child, Wilhelm, was a dream child for any parent. The mother of the second child, Phoebe, was a carefree but she knew how to take care of her child so he would grow into a proper man that's why the second son, Axel, was a carefree but at the same time stuck to his duties.

Ever since the day your mother was willing to save Maria's life from a disease and Phoebe's life from multiple assassinations. Both Maoa and Phoebe fell in love with her. They were able to make Aldrich also like her since your mother, while invited by his wives, would still think of him and that made Aldrich fell in love with his third wife. But the brothers still hated both you and your mother's guts.

Though they can't really do anything since they were weaker than you. How did you know? Since they tried to bully you, they request a magic duel, but they ended up humiliated.

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It was the day the FL entered the magic tower. You don't see the FL, just a guy with FL's hair and eye color. You thought nothing of it.

Soon the FL looking guy walked towards you, he said his name is Emy. Weird, his name sounds similar to the FL's name, Emily. Emi said he has a scholarship, originally they ordered it for his twin sister but his twin sister already entered the Phantom tower.

The reason why they didn't get one for him was because he lacked mana control so he was unable to use magic. Deciding to make him your third disciple, you asked your mother to ask Aldrich to allow it. Later that day, you were allowed to teach Emi.

Emi was fundamentally different, his mana was more like an ocean than a river that flows to his whole body. So you began to manipulate his mana to be able to flow. But sadly the process takes a while so he studies in class in the meantime. Unbeknownst to you, Emi was bullied because he was unable to show his magic.

Emi started to slowly lose his self esteem. In the past, the FL also had the same conditions but because of the brothers' help, she was protected. Seeing as the brothers won't help because it doesn't benefit them, you helped Emi by making the bully back off. Because of this both you and Emi got close. Somehow along the way, the brothers got jealous.

The brothers actually never hated you, you were humble but confident, strong but kind, basically the perfect spouse for them. But they were always the dominant one so when you showed your dominance to them, they backed off, up until you got close to Emi. Wilhelm suggested to Axel to just accept being his wives and not the other way around, and Axel accepted. Soon the brothers plan was in action, they would subtly seduce you with magic and their sudden different nature and take you away from Emi. But surprisingly Emi was able to get into heir group and now they do this to make you forget about anybody else but them.

The plan was working well until Simeon and Joshua realized what the brothers and Emi was doing. Turns out, his sister Emily looked nothing aliked with Emi, and Emi was born without gender so he would be able to change his gender up until age 18 when he would be in that gender forever. Turns out, he originally wanted to be a girl so you would fall in love but forgot to change back to female after playing in the village. How did Emi like you? In truth, he was already saved by you multiple times, you just never realized.

Originally, Joshua and Simeon wanted to put an end to all of this, but they decide to follow.

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Years later

You didn't know how anything happened anymore. Your mother was brought to an island to enjoy the retirement of Aldrich. Aldrich immediately gave you his position after knowing you were the leader of Phantom tower from the age of 16.

You were married to Wilhelm, Axel, Emi, Joshua and Simeon in that order. Somehow every wife was able to give birth and they each gave birth to 1 to 3 children. Every member of the Nortarian family was able to become either high tier mages or the best of the best battle mages.

You also realized the basement of the family manor was filled with people you knew, starting from people you hate to people you have neutral feelings for. All of them had something in common, they were tortured and killed painlessly.

You could do nothing but accept this harem of crazy men.

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This is a flop, originally was only going to make it only the brothers but idk what happened, the ending is rushed, I know, but I didn't know how to end it tbh

[hollyhomburg]

Prey Animals (9)

—  Pairing: Yoongi x reader, Bts x reader

—  Genre: Omegaverse, Mafia au, Polyamory au, Found family, Suspense, Eventual Smut, enemies to friends to lovers, Healing & Themes of trauma,

—  Summary: In a world where Beta's are rare, valuable, and often have more than one pack; Beta Min Yoongi does everything he can to keep his mafia heritage a secret from his primary pack. Little does he know he's not the only one who's living a double life.

—  Words: 4.6k

—  Warnings: Implied clothing control, Physical abuse, Implied eating disorder, Talks of violence, Discussed spousal abuse.

—  Check in at the end for my notes on this chapter! — 

(108 days before, Yoongi)

You can’t hide all of it.

That Is what Yoongi realizes when he attends the next family dinner. It’s a more casual affair than the last one, hosted not at the Don’s ex residence, but on Moon family grounds.  

It’s a catered affair. White suit coated attendants wear red bolo ties, and the steak is served bloody.

It’s not a full celebration because there is still the matter of Jongho’s death. Expressed with condolences that seem rather hollow, seeing as Choi senior is not in attendance. Still out hunting down his son’s killers and searching through dead end leads.

The service had been neat and tidy even Yoongi had not been invited to attend. No one had beyond the Choi inner circle had. The casket closed.

The dinner is sparsely attended, barely more than thirty people. Roll is not called, there is no red carpet or lavish decorations.

The moon family home is a constellation of purple and black velvet. Dark patterned walls neither modern nor mid-century. Great big bouquets of purple roses and purple tulips litter the tables, allowed during Hors d’oeuvres and then taken away for the main course.

Although Yoongi knows that Moonbyul’s- unlike most of the family has a multi person pack (three omega’s), only her mate, the one who wears her bite mark on her throat, is there to welcome guests. Yoongi wonders where the others are. Upstairs probably, locked away from all this bloodshed. Kept safe or kept locked up away from prying eyes, who really knows?

Yoongi can’t say he doesn’t understand the impulse. He’s never met Moonbyul’s other two packmates before, but he knows they’re both omega’s. Moonbyul’s pack is one of the more typical ones; One alpha with three omegas’ to choose from is every alpha’s wet dream.

The moon family has always done well for themselves. Trafficking in diamonds both bloody and clean, real and impressively fake. Having figured out a method of creating lab diamonds without any signature and efficient at passing them off as the real thing. Their business has earned the family quite the fortune. Other families have been after the secret for years. Even Yoongi doesn’t know the location of Moonbyul’s laboratories. No doubt kept under lock and key.  

Moonbyul’s omega is similarly adorned with the kind of things that glitter, blinding to look at. The jewelry that Yoongi had so teased you for looks only dim in comparison. Yoongi has nothing against Hyejin, he might not know her well but…

You by comparison, are resplendent.

The dress code for this evening is velvet, much like the kind that line the inside of jewelry boxes. Many of the alpha’s have taken to dark velvet suits, the kind that makes diamonds stand out- and so has Hyejin. Your dress is lighter in color and more in line with the other omega’s. Off white, a silk corset tightly tied to offset your billowing velvet skirt and skyscraper high heels. Black velvet gloves that go up to your elbow.

Although you can hide the rest of the bruises on your face with makeup, what you cannot hide are the two stitches over one eyebrow. Small and dark, covered with a barely perceptible suture, the makeup dotted over top only makes it more noticeable. A bit of blood at the center, not enough to threaten a bleed, but too much to escape notice.

Yoongi knows what it’s from. The other night when Geumjae pushed you into the car without worrying about your face.

Yoongi sees you cling to Geumjae’s arm, more out of necessity than actual want. Your heels are so high- anyone would have trouble walking in them. Geumjae just smirks. All of them omega’s are delicate and dainty with their white getups, but Yoongi’s own dark three pieces suit feels stifling.

Yoongi watches you pick at your food through the whole of dinner. Not once does he see you lift your fork to your mouth and eat.

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There Is a pause between the first course and the second where the omega’s head to the powder room to correct their makeup and the alpha’s head upstairs to partake in Moonbyul’s less…pedestrian delights.

Moonbyul’s omega tucks her elbow through yours and leads you there, faster than Yoongi can catch up to you, dragged into some conversation- an alpha asking for his advice on this and that. You cast one glance back, not at Yoongi, but at Geumjae. Already following the other alpha’s up to the parlor room.

Its decadently decorated with green velvet and dark leather couches, nooks and a fully functioning bar that serves Macallan by the glass and not the shot. There are dark nooks here and there, pairs of alphas in booths. It’s practically a private gentleman’s club.

Yoongi corners Geumjae in one of those booths, pulling half the red velvet curtain shut to give them both a modicum of privacy. He's already got a full glass of whiskey Infront of him, but Yoongi watches, vocalizes it, even though he probably shouldn’t.

He can’t let the bruises on your body slide; can’t let it go without at least trying. Maybe he should have thought better of it and shouldn’t confront Geumjae out of fear for what it might bring back on you.  But that the whole family surely knows about it, the abuse he’s putting through, they must know and they probably don’t care.

The stitches in your eyebrow…If that’s what Geumjae gives you for being late, for being out past a certain hour, he can’t imagine what the rest of your life is like. Yoongi can’t do nothing.

Predictably- he dismisses Yoongi’s concern. Laughing at his carefully worded chiding.

“She’s just an omega- you know how they are. They need a firm hand to keep them in their place.”

Yoongi bites back a scoff. Thinking of Jin and Jungkook and how little that applies to them. Anyone who even dared to insinuate that it’s Jin who needs the firm hand in their relationship would surely find their world view upended. 

He watches Geumjae cut another line of cocaine. The amount of drugs in this study cost enough to feed a small family for a year. But Yoongi knows better than to partake. He needs to keep his mind clear. He doesn’t even drink. He pretends to take a bump and taps it off onto the floor when Geumjae tips back another swallow of the whiskey.

“Omegas aren’t even fucking worth it if you ask me brother, you’re supposed to give half yourself away and for fucking what? A glorified bed warmer?”

Yoongi boils and stays silent, letting Geumjae get himself wasted on drugs and alcohol. Pupils slowly turning glassy and wide. He can’t tell what distresses him more; that Geumjae has such little regard for life that he can’t recognize that omegas are fucking people or that he’s so freely sharing this with Yoongi. 

He knows he’s toeing the line. More pushing might hurt you more. Yoongi can’t imagine wanting to hurt someone he loves or speaking with the same callousness that Geumjae speaks. “Don’t you love her?”

Geumjae laughs at Yoongi, loud enough to draw attention of the others. “Oh little brother, don’t you know yet that love makes you stupid?”

Yoongi sighs, tired of this conversation already. Barely resisting giving back a retort. But those threats from the funeral linger. And it’s not only your life and Yoongi’s at stake here but the rest of his pack. He has to fool Geumjae into thinking he is on his side. 

“Work with me here- what will the other omegas in the pack think if they find out what kind of shit you pull? And they’ll take their concerns straight to their alphas and say you’re unfit to lead out of fear that one day, their wives and husbands will do the same to them. You know I have to listen to the bulk of them regardless of what you want.”

If he can’t appeal to Geumjae’s humanity- he can at least appeal to Geumjae’s self-interest and common sense. His image in the family is arguably the most important thing in Geumjae’s mind, and Yoongi can tell by the way that Geumjae sits back when he says the words that at least some of it has stuck.

Geumjae might have been trained in torture, but Yoongi was trained in talking people through problems, to manipulate them to do his bidding and convince them it's of their own free will.

Another alpha joins them in the booth, and Geumjae is only too happy to offer the youngster (hardly 16) a line of cocaine. Geumjae just shrugs at Yoongi, and he can practically hear him.

What? It’s good for business.

Yoongi doesn’t know what kind of deal he has with the Miyazato family to personally supply him with the good stuff, but Geumjae has more than enough for every alpha in the Den. (The Miyazato family is one of the few family groups that traffics only in one specific sort of drug, fentanyl and cocaine) Maybe Geumjae gives them cheap firearms if they pass on a brick of the good stuff to him.

One of the other nearby alphas leans over, slaps Geumjae on the shoulder, they haven’t been completely secretive here. “At least your wife is pretty- my old hag doesn’t even bother to put on makeup, yours is pretty good at it.”

Geumjae tips his head back. “You’re right about that, at least she’s pretty.” Geumjae leans forward, pupils blown, gesturing wildly. “Now if only I could get her to shut the fuck up-” they laugh boisterously and Yoongi stays silent, hand tight on his knee under the table.

As quick as the alpha pipes in, he’s dragged away by the appearance of Moonbyul carrying a dark case, not full of diamonds but expensive Cuban cigars that fill the room with sweet smoke. The alpha’s gather around the box and Moonbyul hands out her party favors.

“If beauty is what you value why do you mar her face so casually?”

Geumjae shrugs as someone hands him a cigar. Yoongi declines his. “There’s always plastic surgery, I don’t mind paying for that. She’s already been through her first round of modifications anyway. She’s overdue for a few more. And-” He lights it, spitting out smoke.

Yoongi’s mouth goes dry. Geumjae sips at his whiskey. The ice clinking. “You assume that her beauty is her most dangerous quality” Geumjae jabs a finger at him. “You know nothing about my wife brother. It’s not surprising to me that she’s managed to sink her teeth into you already.”

“She’s practically a child.”

Geumjae scoffs, “She’s of age. Was when we married, if you’re that concerned about her non-existent virtue. A word of advice brother-” Geumjae sips his drink again before he drags Yoongi in, his breath smells like whiskey and ashes. His hand on the back of his neck forcing him in. Yoongi tries to pull back. But can’t manage it, Geumjae is stronger than Yoongi because he’s an alpha.  His lips brush Yoongi’s ear and Yoongi wants to vomit. He tries to recoil, but Geumjae doesn't let him.

“Asking a pretty woman not to have an ulterior motive is like asking a dog not to bite. It may or may not be in their nature; but it is certainly what they’ve been trained for.”

The others file out and Geumjae goes with them. The promise of a new shiny toy in the garage draws alpha's in like flies to honey. A car that like the woman downstairs, is one in a million.

In the darkness of the den room, Yoongi watches Moonbyul pour herself her own glass. Yoongi turns to the side of the booth, resting his elbows on his knees, head in his hands. Moonbyul notices his distress. Takes the last cigar from the box and offers it to him.

Yoongi shakes his head. She shrugs and proceeds to light it with a zippo from inside her coat pocket. She leaves the zippo lighter burning on the bar top. The flame flickering back and forth with the draft in this house.

"Tell me cousin, do you know the difference between villains and hero’s"

Yoongi rolls his eyes at her theatrics and lets the silence hover.

"Villains need to kill millions to gain infamy, a Hero need only kill one." She puffs on her cigar, getting it going. It looks comically large for such a small woman. "Don't let your fear of becoming a villain keep you from being a hero."

Moonbyul shuts the lighter with a metallic clink and the flame is gone in an instant.

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Yoongi toes down the wide curved staircase, trying to delay his return to the others as long possible. The last of the omega’s exits the foyer, heading back into the dining room with a cluster of whispered giggles. The crushed velvet flooring makes the sound of his footsteps nonexistent, gathering his thoughts. He passes by the powder room door, still lit inside, the honey light spilling onto the steps.

He doesn’t mean to overhear.

“Are you sure you’re alright pup?”

You say something soft, that Yoongi cannot hear you, he can’t even see you. Hyejin says something back and your reply, sounding breathless but confident. “You go down first; I’ll be there in a moment.” When Hyejin leaves, she doesn’t see Yoongi, standing there half in shadow. But Yoongi sees her pluck a napkin out of one of the attendants pockets on the way down the steps. Watches her wipe something red from her fingers and hand it to them.

Any other omega might have thrown it onto the ground just to watch the staff pick it up. Yoongi adds it to his mental tally.

Yoongi steps into the light of the doorway the same second you exit the powder room, a bright lit up space, the only spot that’s pastel. Your lipstick Is not smudged at the corner, in contrast, it looks perfectly applied. You teeter, taking a step back. Letting out a surprised “oh!”

Yoongi takes a step back onto the landing. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

Yoongi can’t help but think that you do that, startle easily. He wonders why that might be. You hold your hand over your chest and don’t say anything. You can hear the omegas and the grannies gossiping in the kitchen. Half of the alpha’s from upstairs have disappeared to smoke their cigars outside and appreciate a new Rolls Royce that one of the uncles bought out front. The wide windows are open but threatening. Anyone could look inside and see both of you standing here on the steps. The fountain outside on the cobblestone driveway gives a distant gurgle.

You both occupy the space. Neither of you steps away from the other for a moment.

The corset portion of your dress makes your chest soft-looking, plump, and inviting- if Yoongi was the kind of man to get distracted by something like that. All he notices is how it’s making your chest heave. Breath uneven, he thinks he can hear the boning in the dress creek. It’s a designer thing, but it looks too tight on you. He can tell how uncomfortable you are. 

“Are you okay?” he asks, though it’s clear you’re not, you don’t reply, looking down and away worried. Yoongi thinks you are, but the next second you’re scrabbling, reaching out to grab the Bannister, he catches you, hands going around your waist. “Shit- hey- what’s-” Your breath heaves.

Your collar bones are sharp looking and delicate. You’re wearing a small necklace, not gaudy but certainly sparkly. A diamond. Somewhere between pink and purple. It’s too dainty to be a gift from your husband.

“My dress, it’s-” you gasp, reaching behind you. Scrabbling for the ties there. “He did my corset too tight; it’s hurting my ribs. I’m going to pass out-”

Yoongi quickly looks around, but there is no one around in the part of the house right now, you’re alone. The attendant on the bottom of the steps has his back turned. He turns you around until you’re grabbing the railing, knuckles going white as you grip it hard.

He undoes the top knot of the dress with a harsh yank, and you inhale gratefully, gasping as he tugs at the strings looser, fingers touching your bare skin. “Oh, thank you- ah-” you hold yourself up via the railing of the staircase and Yoongi continues to loosen it. Tugging at the white ribbon tie until you touch your waist, inhaling gratefully. “I fucking hate corsets- how did people wear them for like a hundred years.”

“Is that better?” He has to be quick. This isn’t exactly scandalous but it’s not quite proper. He ties it back up in bow, different than the knot that was tied before, an ineffectual tangled sailors knot (tied so similar to a noose that it almost looked suspicious.

Yoongi’s hands hover on the bare skin of your back. You have freckles here; he wonders if you know. His finger hides a beauty mark. His fingers touch the bare skin of your back. Warm.

You stand up straight, and Yoongi snaps his hand away from your skin like it’s burned him.  You go a little stiff, and Yoongi steps back from behind you so that he can turn. “Sorry, I didn’t mean too.”

You tuck a lock of hair behind your ear, watching him with more suspicion than he likes.

Luckily, downstairs, the bell rings for the second course, and both of you have an excuse to make haste, making it to the foyer the same second that Geumjae comes in from outside in a cloud of smoke.

~-~

For the rest of the evening. Geumjae has the good sense to act softer with you in front of the rest of the family. But Yoongi fears he might have done more bad than good.

There is subtext to everything.

You spend the rest of the dinner with your gaze downturned at the food. You’re sensitive about eye contact, Yoongi gets it; You don’t have as much control over your facial expression as the rest of these robotic mobsters.  

More than once. Geumjae catches him staring at you. You look so much more comfortable now that it’s been loosened. Your hand hovering in front of your dress to conceal your cleavage under the guise of fiddling with your necklace. During those moments, Geumjae rewards Yoongi’s wandering gaze with bold touches. A hand sliding from waist to hip.

Only Yoongi notices how you suddenly straighten up in pain. 

Geumjae’s harsh fingers dig into a bad bruise on your hip. You’re so trained, you barely flinch when he does it. And still- Yoongi’s hands tighten on his knife. He tries to stomach the wagyu Infront of him. The Moon’s like their flesh raw. He grits his teeth and chews hard to stop himself from making a scene and reaching across the table to stop Geumjae from hurting you.

Many of the other members of the family notice Geumjae’s sudden affection. The way that he pulls you to sit on his lap when the hour grows late and Moonbyul’s liquor storage has been significantly depleted. The curious looks from the others confirm what Yoongi has always suspected; that most of the time; your presence at family dinners has been seen and not heard.

He’d never given you much attention at these family meals, at least not before Yoongi came with his wandering eyes.

Geumjae meets Yoongi’s gaze with a challenge in his eyes.

Yoongi keeps his eyes firmly trained on his plate full of spiced soft-shelled crab as one of the grannies comments on how sweet the two of you seem. Yoongi wants to gag. “You know how new love is. I feel like we’ll be in the honeymoon phase forever.”

Yoongi watches as Geumjae’s hand slides up your thigh, you stop him, softly chiding. “Jae.” Most people at the table are on their 5th or 6th glass of wine. He’s not the only alpha drunk and handsy. But Geumjae just smiles, hooking his chin over your shoulder and grinning at you. Nuzzling into your temple. Your stitches. His hand comes up to play with the bow at the back of your dress. You look so small perched on his thigh.

“I want her all to myself so bad I think she’s worried I’ll chain her to my bed” he says- feigning drunkenness. You laugh too- trying to play it off but Yoongi can see your barely concealed fear.

He’s not the only one who notices how uncomfortable you are either; Hyejin also looks at you more than she should. Measuring your wellbeing with every long searching look. Her gaze stays on you for a good long while before flickering to Yoongi.

Yoongi see’s Geumjae smile at her. It’s not a kind or happy gesture, showing his teeth an inch away from snapping at her.

Moonbyul, sat at the head of the table clearly notices, sipping on her wine and picking at her food. Coolly leveling Geumjae with a challenging look. She doesn’t instigate a fight at the obvious show of aggression directed at her omega. While others might see that as weak Yoongi sees it as a remarkable show of restraint. No need to engage with such childishness here.

Yoongi puts his fork down and declines desert.

~-~

Yoongi takes his suit off at the first available opportunity, heading to the cottage to change before he’s called out again. He tries to stop himself from hoping when his phone lights up just after dinner, sitting on the kitchen table in the cottage. Next to your scarf sitting there still. Yoongi hasn’t figured out what to do with it.  

He’s disappointed when he reads the text and sees that it’s not you. He had sort of hoped that you’d text him after dinner, that you’d tell him that you’re alright. Anything. Maybe sent him a picture of you flipping off your dress or something. Yoongi’s not yet sure why he cares, why he’s worried. He shouldn’t be getting involved with this, he should just coast through the next hundred days or so, make his selection and bounce back to the pack to grovel.

But it’s not you whose texting him, it’s just one of his family members who’s in his part of town and wants to go out for drinks.

 Disappointment clings to him, making him feel grimy and slimy. It’s not one of the cousins who is in line for the throne so Yoongi’s not too worried about being pitched so late in the evening. Or dealing with the mental headache of dodging indirect questions about if he’s chosen someone for succession yet.

In all likelihood, they probably just want to bitch at Yoongi about one thing or another. There aren’t many safe confidants in the family. And Yoongi gets paid because he’s sort of the mafias therapist.

He wishes he could ask Jin for some tips when a few hours later he’s got an omega crying into his shoulder, drunk off his ass. It’s good to reconnect with them and the rest of his family. To reconnect names to long forgotten faces made fuzzy by the inelegance of memory. To remember that not all of them are outright evil.

That Yoongi too, is not a Villain, even though he’s not actively trying to take them down.

He doesn’t get drunk- not even close. He’s not stupid. He drinks an overpriced mocktail. It’s not until he’s nearly home that he recognizes the empty weight in his pockets. That’s funny- his wallets still there- but his phone isn’t. Not usual for a pickpocket.

Maybe he just left it back at the cottage.

None of the locks are sabotaged and nothing is out of place. His phone is sitting on the bedspread where he left it. Yoongi would chalk it up to his own forgetfulness if there weren’t a bullet hole clean through the top corner. The screen twitches with green and black, destroyed.

There is a white velvet ribbon looped through the hole and tied with a bow.

Yoongi only saw it once, only touched it once, but he recognizes the tie to your corset, the same ribbons he pulled to let you breathe just hours ago. Tied in a neat little bow, just like he left them.

Yoongi fingers the hole. The phone is as good as a paperweight now. When He turns it over. There is a sticky note on the front. It only says a few words, but they make Yoongi’s blood go cold regardless.

‘Someone named Namjoon called and he wants you home. We want you to leave too’

It’s been years but Yoongi still recognizes Geumjae’s handwriting.

There’s a little bit of blood on the end of the white ribbon, and when he lifts it to his nose- he smells your fresh rain scent, colder than ever, and twinged with something that Yoongi might recognize as fear. Not even a hint of sweetness. 

People’s secondary scents are usually harsh and acrid- meant to draw in one’s pack members out of concern. To communicate to others that you’re in distress without having to say it. Like Yoongi, chocolate when happy and sea salt when angry. Most people hover somewhere around the middle between the two normally.

Yoongi has never smelled something from you other than the rain. He wonders what you smell like when you’re happy and truly comfortable. He wonders if he’ll ever get to smell it. Are you all rainstorms and thunder, or is there something sweeter that you’re capable of? 

What are you like when you’re happy and not just afraid?

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(Read the first Version of this story Here)

Notes:

- I will totally explain why Jongho was killed, HOWEVER it is very very spoilery if you haven’t’ read through the Og version of bily, but send me an ask about it and i will tell you.

- I think the reason why the m/c doesn’t eat in this section of the story is actually not for any ed reasons (although she definitely already has an ed when Yoongi meets her) but it is because Geumjae has literally done up her corset so tight that she can’t even fit a deep breath in her, let alone a bite of food. She is very near to damaging her ribs.

- You should know that Macallan is like minimum 2.5k a bottle, the kind that I think that they’re drinking in this is probably their single malt that’s about 10k a bottle/1k a glass or something like that. Moonbyul is a bougie bitch.

- (SPOILERS) I highly suspect that Geumjae at least knew/suspected that the m/c had a hand in killing the don and beta. I don’t know how he sort of figured it out. But rest assured that’s what he’s referencing when he tells Yoongi to be wary of her ulterior motives.

- I feel like in the OG version of the story, I never really gave Geumjae a personality, but I truly think that with this version, I’ve done a better job of making him a compelling villain, we also get to see a lot more of Moonbyul earlier!

- It’s not actually about the m/c speaking, it’s about control. If she wants to speak, Geumjae will tell her to shut up, if she wants to be quiet, then he’s willing to do /anything/ to get her to make a sound.

- I feel like this is one of the few chapters that like- fully leans into the mafia persona and the mafia au, the aesthetic here is so pretty and I really like some of the details. I hope you can picture it as well as I can!

-incase it wasn't clear, the neclace that the m/c is wearing was a gift from Moonbyul. just another thing that seems a bit on the nose but i want to make sure that you keep track of these little details.

[shewhoworshipscarlin]

Jewelry casket, 1557, France.