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fan-goddess · 3 months ago

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I wish you would write a fic where...Aemond forces a lady at court to marry him because she used to bully him when she was young, and he wants revenge. But the sexy kind lol

Authors Note: Oh my god I love thatttttt honestly I should write for a more darker Aemond tbh don’t know why I don’t. This is less bully more torment still I hope you like it

Warnings: angst, bullies, revenge, dark!aemond, mentions of rape, not direct consent, simp!Aemond, hinted at smut but none written, (if I miss any let me know!)

Taglist: @humanpurposes @watercolorskyy @omgbrcat @blue-serendipity @arcielee

When Aemond first laid his eyes on the daughter of Ser Tywin Lannister, he had no idea of the thorns that lay hidden beneath the beautiful rose.

He would find himself staring at you whenever he could, but to his disappointment, like everyone else before you, you chose to spend your time with Aegon and his little duo of puppies that were his nephews.

When he trained with Ser Criston in the training yard whilst you sat in the crowd, he worked hard to try and ensure your attention. Though everytime he looked at you, your eyes never left his brother.

After training one day, Aemond left feeling dejected due to your unspoken rejection, and walked with his head held low to the familiar route of the library. He tried to take his mind off you with some old texts on ancient Valyria before the doom, and yet with every minute Aemond tries to concentrate on his studies he found himself thinking only of you.

It’s something he found himself doing a lot recently since the discovery of your existence. He thinks of your hair and how soft it must be to feel through his fingertips. He thinks of your eyes and how pretty they look whenever he catches your eye. He thinks about how loving your soul is and the warmth your kindness would be to feel against his skin.

Aemond has never felt like he had the soul of a poet, and yet one afternoon he finds himself writing about your beauty on some paper with a quill that had been previously left at the table he sat on.

To my lady sun,

How does it feel to know that your beauty radiates more than the sun, and to be its only envy? I am sure it is grateful for night so that it is not forced to compare to you, and yet even then the jealousy does not sleep, for now the moon must be forced to bear witness to your glowing skin.

Your body is a temple handcrafted by the gods, and I am sure they watch in anticipation for their greatest creation to walk amongst its divergent brethren. With how your head remains high, I am sure you must be aware of your own greatness. So no doubt these words seem meaningless. Yet I hope they spark something within you still.

With care,

a simple worshiper

It wasn’t very good, but then again, Aemond never expected to sound like the greatest poet of the seven kingdoms. He never expected anyone to read his letters ever. But of course, Aegon went snooping and found something that didn’t belong to him that he felt entitled to take.

“Did you really think she would love you?!” Aegon laughed, dangling one of the pieces of paper before Aemond while he tried desperately to grab it before you came and saw it.

“Why would she want a dragon less twat like you when she could have me?”

“What’s going on?” A very familiar voice spoke, a horror filled jolt going down Aemonds spine as he turned to confirm his horror. Lady Lannister stood there as beautiful as ever with your brow furrowed in adorable confusion, and your eyes trained on the paper still in Aegons greasy grasp.

“My little brothers turned into a poet my lady! Just look at what he’s had to say about you!” Aegon laughs while Aemond once more tries desperately to stop him. But with just a simple shove to the floor Aemond is weak and helpless as you take the paper in hand and begin to read.

And when you finish, Aemond feels his heart shatter into a thousand pieces as you begin to laugh at him.

“Did you think I would thank you?” You begin, that once delicate smile turned poisonous as you slowly make your way over to him still laying where he fell. “You were right about one think little Prince. These words are meaningless. But they’re especially so coming from a boy like you. Still, I must thank you for this little Prince, as at least I’ll have something to laugh at when I’m bored.”

Aemond feels the tears brim against his eyes and for the first time since falling he gets the strength to stand and run away. The sound of yours and Aegons cruel laughter echoing through his mind as he does, with a vow of revenge brewing behind it.

“My Prince regent, with this new position, there is a matter of marriage I must bring forward.” Lord Wylde begins, an edge to his voice as he knows the delicacy behind it all.

It’s been years since the embarrassment of his writings, and yet Aegon and you as well had made sure to bring it up almost everyday before you traveled back home. Whether that is by a memorised line from one of the pages or with seemingly innocent words with hidden meanings and a not so hidden smirk, Aegon and you had deployed them all to make Aemonds life miserable.

Aegon continued though long after you went away, and Aemond supposes that’s what made the act of burning him all that sweeter. To know the taste of revenge against one of the ones who hurt him was as sweet as honey against his bitter tongue.

“Borros Baratheon has four unwed daughters who-“

“I have made my decision already in who I should have by my side as my wife my lord.” Aemond interrupts, a ghost of a smile on his face as he thinks of the lady in question and watches the lords at the table furrow their brows. My my how fun was it to watch the rats fumble like a puppet show.

“And who is this lady my prince regent?”

Aemond smirks at Ser Tyland, who sits there unaware of what is about to occur to his family.

“I intend to marry your very own niece Ser Tywin. The young, and I am correct in presuming still unmarried, lady Lannister.”

Silence radiates through the council room as all attempt to process the news Aemond has just released to them, while Aemond himself is just sitting there like the dragon who ate the hatchling.

“My Prince regent, I-it is an honour!” The man stutters out, knowing if he didn’t say anything it would be much more worse for him.

“As it should be Ser Tyland. Tis an honour to be wed to a member of house Targaryen. I trust you to be the man to call for your niece, but please, do not tell her the reasoning. I wish for it to be a surprise that I myself shall tell her, if you would do be the honour?”

“Of course my Prince. I shall write to her soon as we finish this meeting and request for her to arrive the beginning of the next week.”

Aemond would’ve preferred her to arrive on the morrow, but he supposed he shouldn’t be too picky. You’re coming back to him. That’s what he chooses to focus on.

The rest of the week though he waits in anticipation for your arrival. He thinks of you constantly, but unlike him as a boy, he doesn’t write these thoughts down on a paper. At least Aegon can’t steal his thoughts.

Aemond though must confess he is anxious about seeing you. The last time he had, you’d embarrassed him and made him feel worthless. But now, he is no longer that scared little boy who you tormented. Now, he is the Prince Regent of the seven kingdoms. And he has the power to take what he wants and do what he wants.

And what he wants is to take you. He has a plan on what he wants to do, and he thinks of it every day since that council meeting.

Aemond Targaryen wants to defile you and leave you with nothing. Perhaps he’ll even force you to be married to some old lord who’ll use you for a boy or two. Or send you to the citadel and make you become a septa. It all depends on how he feels at the moment he supposes.

Yet on that first day of the new week when he’s standing in the courtyard and seeing your golden carriage pull up, sick anticipation curls and builds in his gut like a fearsome storm.

“Little prince?” You say as you get out of the carriage, sending Aemonds inner storm into an all out raging war.

“That is Prince regent to you little lion.” He snaps, relishing in the way you frown at his words.

“Where is my uncle? In his letter he said it was of upmost importance and to come with haste to Kingslanding today.”

“Ah yes little lion I know of the letter he had delivered to you. I was the one who requested it to be sent. Let us go somewhere more private so we can discuss it.” Aemond purrs, walking forward so he can get his hand on your lower back and lead you into the keep.

You do not protest to his sudden demands, yet still he finds humour in your confusion still.

Aemond as he walks makes sure that servants and ladies alike see him leading you to a room with no chaperone. Or more specifically, see him leading you to a room with a bed.

“What is it you wish to tell me, my Prince regent?” You ask, emphasising the title just to tease him for sure.

“I wish to congratulate you my lady!” He smirks, watching your face further contort in confusion.

“Congratulate me? Congratulate me on what?”

“On your marriage my little lion of course.” Aemond finally reveals. He watches your face turn in its final form, and he’s delighted to know your fire has not been yet destroyed when fury takes over your entire body.

“Who?” You demand.

“It’s me.” Aemond simply says, watching with even further delight what that once dragonlike flame instantly vanish for cold hard horror.

“You?”

“Yes. And I shall take my wedding present now I think. I believe it is what I deserve for what you did to me all those years ago.” As he speaks, Aemond begins to slowly prowl towards you like a predator stalking its prey towards the bed.

“That was years ago!” You shout, looking at him in shock.

“And yet I never forgot what you said.” He simply says, pushing you backwards so with a yell you fall backwards on the bed and look at him with fear in your eyes.

Good, he thinks, you should be scared right now.

He wants to make the oh so proud Lannister she lion be reduced to a mere mewling kitten, and all by his hand alone.

“I suppose I must ask,” he begins, leaning forward and forcing your body to be pressed against his own. “Have you had anyone touch you? Just by looking at you I can think your maidenhead has been given to some poor impressionable lad thinking only with his cock.”

You stay silent initially, but he has ways of making you talk. Including but not limiting to him using his dagger that was strapped to his side to tear your dress from your body.

“Just a stable boy…” You finally confess, gasping as Aemond moves to firmly grip at your upper thighs with a growl on his own lips once he forces the delicate fabric away to reveal you to him.

“Tell me his name.” Aemond demands, his singular eye firm as he forces you to look at him. “I shall rip off his hands and his cock myself for dare touching what is rightfully mine to claim. For what was meant to be taken by me all those years ago.”

“Are you saying you’ve thought of me?” You attempt to tease, only realising your mistake when he answers with a serious tone.

“Of course. I have thought of this moment endlessly. The idea of me ruining you for all has always delighted me, just as much as the idea of actually fucking you does to me.”

And with that, whether you called for him to stop or keep going, he continued with his plan. He ravished you senseless committing the sound of your voice to memory. The guards outside he had posted in order to bear witness to your taking also most likely memorised them, but he’s comforted by the fact he’s going to kill them by the end of the week.

His mother yells at him later that day about how selfish he’s been and how much like Aegon he is being. But the thought comforts him when he thinks of what Aegon had and what he now possesses.

The crown. The people. The power.

He has it all and he’s able to throw it away at the drop of a hat.

From what Aemond has heard, after he had announced to the entire court he would not be marrying you due to your broken maidenhead, you were condemned back to casterly rock and are being prepared for a marriage to a lord from the stormlands named Riordan Rael.

Form what he has been told, Lord Rae is an elderly man long since due for a meeting with the stranger who has yet to father any children from his other past seven wives that have all tragically died young.

Aemond does not care for you anymore now that his revenge has been thoroughly completed. Even if he has had several letters in the last moon detailing the fact you had given birth nearly two months early to a babe with hair as pearly as the moon.

For the power is all his, and there’s nothing anyone can do about it. Not unless they want to be put to his sword and taste his Valyrian steel.

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seaswallovvme · 6 months ago

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You are the one I’d come looking for. Over and over and over again

A/N: I am SO sorry for this but I can’t believe I’ve never seen a fanfic like this so I took it upon myself to write it. No beta reading or editing. We die like..nevermind

TW: angst, hurt and comfort, leprosy? No one is dying!!

People had thought her foolish for longer than she could think.

A pretty, young maiden from a good house, wealthy parents with political influence others could only dream of and yet she had chosen to marry a leper.

The king of Jerusalem was well known around nobility for more than just that of course, having won the battle of Montgisard against the Arabs at such young age seemed like a miracle from God above.

Even before that she had been by his side and it was not the fortunes, glory or status that had interested her which would no doubt be beneficial side effects of being married to him.

No young woman in her right mind would have willingly accepted the hand of a man doomed and she could hardly blame them.

Her parents had approved of the marriage as their hands were bound, depending on trade offers and the generosity of the holy land for their own existence.

Even then, when the letter from the court of Jerusalem had arrived they had been worried about the future of their darling girl.

Everyone had been, even nobility from far away and the news of King Baldwins marriage had spread quickly and then the whispering began.

She had never been bothered by the likes of them, faithful to her new husband who treated her with utmost care, she had everything she could have ever asked for and more.

He was a good man, gentle and wise for his age and he was grateful she had accepted his hand in marriage, he would have been a fool to not treat her well.

To him it was more than a political match propagating his strength to the outside kingdoms and his own.

To him this young woman was home, acceptance and love.

Despite all this their marriage was a slightly unusual one.

They had never been able to kiss nor were they able to consummate the marriage in a way deemed proper, the king refusing to risk contagion and his physicians agreed with him.

Despite all this she had never minded the lack of physicality in their marriage all that much.

She cared about him in a way that was beyond desires of the flesh, what they shared came close to holiness.

They talked a lot, shared poems and stories when she would caress his bandaged hands.

She would spend the late evenings in their shared chambers, after a tremendous amount of convincing, finally applying ointments to his sore, blistered skin to help it slow the spreading.

She would caress his bare back with fingers gentle as if she feared he would disappear into thin air, like a vision or a daydream, is she dared touching him too firmly.

In their eyes those sacred moments were almost enough but of course even the fate of the most pure could be harsh more often than not.

It started with a pale rash on her side, right over her ribs.

At first she had been sure it had come from spending too much time in the stables, perhaps she had been bitten by an insect.

Then one night when she had just finished brushing her hair before going to bed she noticed the tingling numbness in her fingers and feet.

It started slowly, like tiny ants crawling over her skin, not painful but the recognition was and she could feel her heart drop.

Though it wasn’t herself she feared for.

Baldwin let his best physicians be called to their shared chambers immediately.

After the three men had taken a look at her, whispering in a foreign language with their eyes drooped with worry and told them how deeply sorry they were the young king wished for his instant death.

He had always had a hard time being kind to himself, never to others but the wave of agony that rolled over him threatened to swallow him whole, burning like a demonic fury.

Her own eyes brimmed with tears and she sat up after the physicians had left, so frightened for her husband who was now sitting on the edge of the bed, his masked face buried in his hands with his shoulders trembling.

There was no use denying that she had caught the disease.

It was only a matter of time, she is playing with fire, others had whispered behind her back when they thought she wasn’t listening.

“Baldwin..” crawling up on the bed right behind him she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

The gesture that had comforted him even in his worst moments now seemed to shatter his heart even more so.

“I have been so foolish..my beautiful, beautiful angel” he whispered, his voice dying in his throat and when he raised his head his eyes were flooded with tears.

He was trembling as he spoke and she was frightened as he nearly seemed mad with grief.

“You should have never come here..I should have never asked anyone, you, to put themselves in danger for my foolishness. If the Lord wants to punish me so be it but why would he wish to punish you of all people? When it was I who was selfish?”

She only noticed that she too was crying when she tasted the salt on her lips, wiping it with shaking fingers.

“Do not say such things..you are not selfish, nor foolish. It was I who made the decision to accept the offer to marry you with the pain and dangers that I was warned of. And I swear to you that even now I do not regret our vows, a single day or night we spent together”

Reaching out for him he cupped his cheek, a pained smile gracing her features in the soft candle light of his chambers.

“Please do not blame yourself my love. I am not scared of my fate but I am scared of losing you, whether it be to grief or shame. I beg of you, don’t leave me now”

There had never been a moment where Baldwin had to fight against contempt for himself as in this very moment.

He disdained himself for causing her to share his fate when he should have been the one to be level headed, keeping a distance for her own safety when in reality he was the one searching for her warmth like a frightened little boy.

Now there was no use avoiding her, he recognised with bitterness seeping like pus from an open wound.

Now it was too late, the die had been cast but all words of comfort, an apology he could have offered her seemed to be worthless now and he knew this sweet, innocent girl would not hear it.

How wonderfully stubborn she could be sometimes, with too much love to give and headstrong to a point where it was almost unbecoming for a woman but he wouldn’t have it any differently.

“Come now” she murmured, shuffling on the bed to slip underneath the covers.

The silken sheets were cool against her skin and a part of her wondered for how long she would be able to feel them at all.

She pulled him in as she did every night since they had exchanged their vows, his head resting against her shoulder and she caressed his soft hair soothingly.

“The promise of God is not that He will never give us more weight than we want to carry. The promise of God is that He will never put more on us than we can bear.”

Her voice was so soft as she spoke, without a tremor and she was not scared anymore.

Not for herself nor for him, not when God was watching over them, not when her love for him burned stronger than ever and she could feel his heart beating, so alive and warm in his chest.

“Let us not waste the precious time we have..not a second”

This was something the young king could not disagree with and how eager he was for her comfort if that meant to comfort her.

Now he had to be strong for her sake when she needed him now more than ever before, and she was right.

The promise of God is that He will never put more on us than we can bear, no matter how heavy the burden can be in the darkest times.

He shuddered when he felt her gentle fingers sliding the silver mask off his face as she had done many times before but something about it now felt different.

His eyes were wide, still glossy and red, his face scarred severely but she could only see the man she loved more than anyone or anything.

They looked at each other for what felt like hours, the fingers of one hand entwined, the other on each others cheek, stroking over skin, gently brushing a strand of hair behind one’s ear.

She was the one to lean in first and to him the feeling of her soft lips on his, for the first time ever felt like he was being reborn.

The kiss was clumsy with inexperience but it could not have been more raw and honest.

She kissed him like she didn’t care about his disfigured lips and he kissed her like it was the last thing he would ever do.

Both of them kissed like they had been starving for this and now there was nothing left to lose and by the end of the kiss both of them were crying.

A soft sob rose in his chest, fading into a huffed out laugh and he seemed drunk with fondness for her.

She only smiled, wiping his tears as he wiped hers before leaning in again to kiss her warm, soft lips once more with more urgency this time, in disbelief that he would get to experience something like this after all.

Something that made him feel less alone, more like any normal young man instead.

A wave of warmth flooded him when he felt a small, soft hand slip underneath his nightgown, resting on his bare stomach and when he pulled away from the kiss, his cheeks flushed he recognised the desire in her eyes.

Honest and playful as she was and despite his nervously racing heart he gave her the most timid nod.

There was no fear within either of them now, uncertainty perhaps and pain surely, worry about what the future might bring but they had each other after all.

Each other and a life time left to love, however long that might be.

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604to647 · 4 months ago

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Kiss It Better (Drabble)

0.87K / Din Djarin x Princess!reader

Summary: Din tells you he's leaving.

Warnings: None! Some angst, secret relationship, kissing, some Mando'a nicknames. They are in love 😭

A/N: Look, all this new content of a certain General has had me itching to write, but I have a hard time writing for characters I haven't watched. However, the General also gives me some vibes that remind me of this idea/outline I have where Din is dispatched by Carson Teva to train the armies of a New Republic stronghold planet - and there he falls in love with the King's daughter. It's supposed to be semi-canon compliant and also kind of Medieval-y? Maybe I'll rework it for Acacius in the future or just write it as is, who knows? 🤷🏻‍♀️ In the meantime, here's what fell out of my head this morning 🤭

Optional soundtrack at the end; Dividers by @saradika-graphics as always 😘

You look at him with a mixture of sadness, disbelief and disappointment that you know you have no right to feel. He watches the swirling waves of emotions in those expressive eyes of yours that he loves so much, conveying so much distress even as you remain silent to his announcement.

“What would you have me do, Princess?” Din asks gently, his own feelings prickling hot on his skin, nearly vibrating the shiny Beskar metal that lays atop: desperation, resignation, defeat.

Though your eyes soften a little, head tilting now so that they bore into the visor of his helmet, you continue to say nothing – mouth still set in a hard line, the corners of which threaten to pull down into a full out frown sure to overtake your pretty face.

His question isn’t entirely rhetorical – if you have the answers, Din wants them. He’s at a loss. “Do you really expect me to remain in your court while you marry another man? Think it possible for me to stand idly by as he takes your hand and proclaims you his own in front of the kingdom? How am I to bear knowing that another man is taking you in your bed when I know its softness and heaven so well? Endure as you smile at him, love him? Carry his children?”

These last words are practically shouted, Din's incredulity barely concealed by his helmet’s modulator. You flinch at the harshness of his tone; Din never raises his voice at you. To your father’s troops he so deftly commands, yes. To those he sees inflicting casual cruelty or unkindness upon innocents in the villages he protects, yes. But never to you.

Din slumps, deflated when he sees the stiffness of your body and how you’ve shrunk away from him. He tries another approach to make you come around, understand his anguish. Reaching out, he gently pinches your chin between his gloved fingers so you’ll look at him, “And if I were to stay, how would you feel if I took a wife? Some noble woman from court, perhaps? One whose home and family you know well, so you would be familiar with where I lay my head every night?”

A hot bolt of anger surges through your chest and you shake your head furiously, jerking away from Din’s light touch. Eyes flashing with possessiveness and jealousy fueled rage, you practically snarl, “I would have her and her entire family killed.”

Din chuckles, his feisty cyar’ika. Even if it was meant to drive home his earlier point, you both know it’s all talk - there will never be anyone for him but you, “No you wouldn’t, mesh’la.” Gently cupping your face, Din strokes your cheek with his thumb, mollified that you let him.

Closing your eyes, you lean into his hand, the warmth of his palm radiating through the leather bringing you back to yourself. To Din.

When you finally open your eyes, there’s no more fight left in them - only tears. He’s right of course – it’s selfish and cruel for you to want him to stay, and so you beg of him something that would be lesser so, “Though it is my father’s intention for me to wed, I am not yet betrothed, Din. Please. Will you at least stay until I am?”

How could he ever deny you anything? Even though you’ve never exercised your right to command him as his sovereign, he would gladly follow you anywhere, adhere to your every wish and whim as all your loyal subjects do; benevolent and kind (he knows your earlier threat of violence to be completely empty), you will make a wonderful Queen someday. One he would proudly bow to, lead armies for, and love only from afar if you asked. He would do anything you asked of him, which is why he knows you won’t ask him to suffer the agony he described. But this, he can do – he will happily serve you on bended knee, in the throne room during the day and in between your legs at night, until the very day it’s no longer his place.

Bringing his forehead to touch yours, he pledges his fielty to your heart, “I will, cyar’ika. I will stay until you’re no longer mine.”

Unable to hold them back any longer, tears cascade over your cheeks as you close your eyes and swear to your own allegiance, “I’ll always be yours, Din.”

You stay like this, skin to Beskar, heartbeat to heartbeat until you hear the telltale click of Din’s helmet unlocking. Eyes still closed, you nudge up the bottom brim with your nose just enough so that your mouth can find his; needing no addition guidance apart from the familiarity of this intimacy and your desire, your lips easily locate its mark.

Din kisses you soft and chaste, a gentleness that behooves the prim and proper princess you are, but when you open up to him, he deepens to devour you, hungry and wolflike �� paying homage to the wild and passionate fire that he knows burns within the woman he loves.

You kiss like the two of you have forever; both knowing, but unwilling to acknowledge in this moment, that you don’t.

Optional Soundtrack: Kiss It Better by Rihanna

🎶So I argue, you yell, but you take me back Who cares when it feels like crack? Boy, you know that you always do it right

Man, f- your pride Just take it on back, boy, take it on back, boy Take it back all night Just take it on back, take it on back Mmm, do what you gotta do, keep me up all night Hurtin' vibe, man, it hurts inside when I look you in yo' eye

What are you willing to do? Oh, tell me what you're willing to do (Kiss it, kiss it better, baby) 🎶

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srjlvr · 1 year ago

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SEVEN ROYALTIES

“once upon a time, two runaway royals found their peace and comfort in each other” — sim jake

sim jake x fem!reader genre: strangers to lovers , fake relationship , he fell first but she fell harder , runaway royals , fluff , angst ! warnings: mentions of pregnancy(nothing serious i promise trust me) , mentions of food (not specifically, just meals). | NOT FULLY PROOFREAD!!

WORD-COUNT ; 6.9k+

NOTE. i admit, it took me a while to finish it and gosh im so disappointed in this one too omfg- its kinda awful at first but it gets a bit better towards the end(?) just hope y’all won’t be disappointed ! hints of sunghoon’s story are here as well<3

“did someone ever told you how pretty you are?”

“yes, numerous times actually”

“we’d make a pretty couple together”

you rolled your eyes for the nth time this week. it’s your fifth date for this week so far, you’ve honestly had enough of your parents setting you up with disgusting princes who search for nothing but your beauty to show off.

“no, not with you sorry” you replied and quickly left the place back to your palace.

“i can’t believe you keep setting me up with some creeps!” you disturbed your parents’ dinner and barged into the dining room.

“sweetie you already know why we’re doing this,” your mother spoke, “you need to find someone to marry already! your older sister already did that”

“i don’t care about my older sister nor marriage, those filthy princes care nothing but my face”

“well that’s a good thing then! you’re very popular amongst the princes you know”

you groaned. your parents will never get you, will they?

every person you’ve met, every prince that you went on a date with, each one of them kept complimenting you and your beauty.

all princes are the same, you’re sure of that.

you’ve heard dozens of times the same sentences again and again.

“we’d make a pretty couple together” , “my future kingdom will be happy to have such a pretty queen like you” , “if i’ll marry you i won’t need to worry about having beautiful children” — yuck.

all you want is someone to notice you and care for you not because of your beauty, you want someone to love you because of your personality, not because of how pretty you look in their eyes.

what’s so special about you and your beauty anyway?

ever since you were born your parents showed off your beauty. even your older sister didn’t get much attention.

your beauty is clearly beyond compare and because of that you got pretty popular amongst the royals. every kingdom knows you as the most beautiful princess out there.

they made you some kind of trophy, that whoever gets you is a winner. it’s disgusting.

objecting you is disgusting and considering you as a trophy is sickening.

you can’t lie, you’d definitely date yourself if you could, but you believe that there’s a lot more beyond than your beauty only.

“the date didn’t work out?” your father asked you.

“obviously,” you rolled your eyes, “you should stop trying to set me up with princes”

“not going to happen until you find someone to marry” your mother glared at you, “we’ve set you a new date tomorrow, you should go sleep early today”

you sighed and went back to your room.

you have to stop this, until when are you going to suffer?

this is your only chance. run away now or never.

at night, you packed your stuff. you hate the fact that your closet is full with dresses. stupid princess’ dress code.

you packed only small amount of dresses, and a lot of money. tons of money.

you waited for the right time and when it was late enough, you sneaked out slowly and surely.

when the cold breeze hit your skin you shivered but smiled, you were finally free.

you ran away, far away from your palace and hometown.

you ran until you saw a tall building, probably a hostel where you could stay for the night.

“welcom— are you princess y/n or am i just blind” the one who sat behind the counter greeted you.

“um i think you got mistaken” you chuckled nervously.

“oh, okay. it must be late and i’m just tired” he said, “how can i help you?”

you ended up spending the night in the small hostel. it’s not something you’re used for, but luckily, you could easily adjust that kind of life.

you left early in the morning, not wanting to get noticed by anyone as you were still a bit close to you hometown and the citizens might still recognize you. you couldn’t take that risk of being caught.

a few hours passed and hybe’s kingdom was a chaos yet again.

this time, the queen was a bit angry since someone ditched her son.

“how can that princess just not show up!” she shout angrily.

“jake, i promise i’ll talk with her mother and sort this whole thing out” she added.

jake sighed. it was supposed to be his fifth date for this week and he’s been more than tired of his mother’s endless nagging about marriage.

out of all the seven brothers, she chose to bother jake the most, setting him up for loads and countless dates.

today, he was supposed to have a date with a princess named l/n y/n or something. he honestly couldn’t care less at this point.

he had never heard about that princess, but his mother couldn’t stop praising her for her beauty.

she can’t be that pretty, right?

it was later that day when your kingdom announced you as missing.

your parents woke up to nothing but anxious feeling around the palace as you were supposed to be awaken up earlier than usual but were nowhere to be found.

your mother cursed under her breath, not only that her daughter is missing, now she has to deal with the queen of hybe’s kingdom and her son.

how is she going to face them now?

she paid a visit in hybe’s kingdom a few hours later, speaking with the queen and trying to calm her down.

“she’s missing, nowhere to be found around the kingdom” your mother told the other queen.

“i understand, we’ll do our best to help you find her. it’s unbelievable that a princess is running away just like that”

jake, who heard the whole conversation grew some curiosity about you.

how dare a royal blood run away like that? is it that easy? how are you doing right now and how did you even manage to run away?

he jumped from his bed and walked to his older brother heeseung.

“hey!” he called heeseung who was busy daydreaming about something.

“hm? oh hey”

“what are you doing?” he sat next to his brother that laid on his bed.

“just thinking about something”

“something or someone?” jake teased.

“does that matter?” heeseung groaned and sat up next to jake, “what did you want to talk about?”

“have you ever thought about running away from this palace?”

after hours of walking from one city to the other, you arrived to a small village.

it looked too welcoming and warm outside, it definitely had you drawn to it.

as you entered you’ve met with some fellow villagers who worked on their beautiful green, full with flowers, fresh fruits and so much more garden.

it looked really disconnected to the royal life you know. life in this village seems so peaceful and quiet.

you asked the fellow villagers to meet the head of the village and maybe convince him into letting you get a house.

“we have a free house down this road, it’s a bit far from the center of this village but i’m sure you’ll get to meet everyone in this village as fast as possible” he said warmly and you gladly accepted the idea.

“are you sure i’ve never seen you before? you look very familiar” he added and you quickly shook your head, “you’re probably mistaken, a lot of people told me i look like the princess in the other kingdom there but it’s not the case at all”

“i see, let’s go! i’ll show you around” he smiled and lead the way.

“your house is free to live in, no need to pay for rent or buy this house, this house belongs to the village” he explained as soon as you entered your new house.

it’s small, but it looks so comfortable. your palace is huge, this little house is definitely not something you’re used to. but something about this house feels different, different than anything else you know.

“in return, you need to work for the village” he added, “every morning we wake up and each one of us volunteers, whether it’s in the garden, or the local stores around, you just need to sign in and start working!”

you nodded and your tour kept on going.

“running away? are you insane? do you even hear what you’re saying right now?” heeseung angrily remarked.

“i’m not saying i’ll do that, i was just asking if you ever thought about that” jake sighed.

“no, i haven’t,” heeseung shook his head, “royal life is not so bad, why would i even think about running away?”

“you’re falling in love with a commoner and now i’m the insane one” jake mumbled under his breath, “okay good talk! i was just asking”

jake left his older brother’s room and sighed.

is it that wrong to run away? then why did you, l/n y/n decided to leave your royal life and run away?

jake then knocked on his other brother’s room sunghoon.

sunghoon is quite literally jake’s best friend. they know everything about each other and always talk to each other when life gets too hard.

whenever jake wants to cheer up, he goes to sunghoon. whenever sunghoon needs a shoulder to lean on, jake gives him his.

“sunghoon” jake called his brother.

“hm? is everything okay?” sunghoon asked right away.

“what about you?”

“i honestly don’t know man, the girl i want doesn’t want me so i don’t really know what to do” sunghoon sighed, “but you haven’t answered my question and i asked first”

“everything is fine i just….” jake froze for a second.

how would sunghoon react? just like his older brother heeseung? no, no. sunghoon is definitely different than heeseung.

but should he ask him? what could possibly happen?

“just…?” sunghoon asked curiously.

“i was just wondering if you ever thought about running away” he finally let out.

sunghoon was quite for a few seconds, trying to process what he just heard.

it made jake nervous and anxious, will he get angry? no, he has no reason to. is there a possibility that sunghoon will go snitch on him to their parents? no, sunghoon’s not that kind of person.

or maybe yes? god, it’s making him go crazy.

“sunghoon….?”

“what made you think about running away?”

“huh?” jake was left confused. how did he know?

it’s as if sunghoon can read his brother’s mind because a second after he giggled, “you wouldn’t ask me that question if you yourself never thought about it”

jake chuckled, “answer me first i’ll answer you then”

“yes” sunghoon quiet down his giggles, “i thought about it, also thought about giving up on my crown multiple times”

“i was supposed to have a meeting with another princess today” jake finally spoke.

“mom just can’t rest about that, can she?” sunghoon rolled his eyes and jake shook his head.

“her name is l/n y/n—“ “no way! the most beautiful princess?”

sunghoon cut him mid-way through his sentence and jake shrugged.

“how come i’ve never heard about her?”

sunghoon then put his hand on jake’s shoulder and laughed, “jake” he sighed, “only pretty people know other pretty people”

jake rolled his eyes and shoved sunghoon playfully, “whatever you say”

“what about her though?”

“i was supposed to go on a date with her, but she didn’t show up”

“oooooh she ditched you”

“shut up”

“sorry man, it happens to the best of us”

“you can’t be saying all those stuff when the woman you want to marry doesn’t even love you”

“hey, we’re not talking about that” sunghoon pointed at jake seriously and jake could only sigh.

“sorry, i was about to say that she’s now missing, she ran away from her palace”

“no way!”

“yes way! her mother came here to explain the whole situation”

“this is serious” sunghoon gasped and jake nodded.

“that made me think about the possibilities of running away” he fiercely looked into sunghoon.

sunghoon nodded and laid his hand over jake’s shoulders, “if it thrills you and interests you, do it”

jake looked surprised into sunghoon’s eyes, “really? you don’t think it’s insane or crazy?”

“hey, you know what’s crazy?”

“yes i already know the woman you love doesn’t love you back! just go and apologize or something!”

“what makes you think i didn’t do that already?” sunghoon groaned.

“should i just run away now?”

“go for it”

“ok”

“wait not really, you’re still not ready, take a few days and think about it throughly” sunghoon stopped his brother before he was going to do anything stupid.

“you’re right” jake nodded, “i’ll take a few days”

“morning!”

your first day volunteering in the local convenience store just started. you were greeted by most of the villagers with a wide smile and a lot of compliments.

“oh you’re so pretty! would you like to meet my son? he’s really really handsome i think you’d make a cute couple” one of them said with a smile.

you just shrugged her off, thanking her and laughing it away.

“are you sure i haven’t seen you before? you look like the—“ “princess from the other kingdom, i know” you smiled, “i heard that a lot”

“i have to meet your parents one day! how come they have such a pretty daughter and you’re still single?” she asked innocently.

the reminder of your parents made you stop everything you did.

what are they up to right now? do they even care about you being gone? are they going to search for you?

“are you okay y/n?” she waved her hand in front of your face, “yes, my parents are just really far away from here and i haven’t seen them in a while, we don’t talk a lot” you continued helping her and sent her off.

you like your work and new home. you can definitely see yourself spending the rest of your life in this peaceful place.

“boys, as you already know, princess y/n is missing,” the queen told her seven sons, “if any of you get to hear about her, please let us know”

the boys nodded. sunghoon glanced at his brother jake, who was busy thinking and daydreaming about something.

“jake,” sunghoon called, “is everything okay?”

all the eyes in the room looked at him now. “hm?” he asked, “oh yes don’t worry”

“are you sure jake? i know it’s not fun to be stood up” the queen pat his shoulder and his siblings all tried to hide their laughs.

“yes i’m fine”

sunghoon then dragged his brother into his room and forced him to sit on his bed.

“something is wrong” he said.

“guilty” jake sighed, he was trying his best to hide his feelings today, “i just haven’t slept, i’m tired, that’s all”

“okay” sunghoon nodded, “go sleep then”

“o…….kay?”

“that didn’t work as well as i planned it to work” sunghoon mumbled under his breath.

“get up” he ordered.

“why?” jake tilt his head in confusion.

“we’re going to search for the princess”

“are you planning to sneak out right now? are you crazy?” jake’s eyes widened.

“no jake, we’ll just have a walk around the town”

they did end up having a walk with a few guards by their side.

sunghoon is was busy looking around while jake spent his time asking about the runaway princess. needless to say he doesn’t even know how she looks.

“have you seen princess y/n?” jake asked one of the civilians, “who?” the civilian asked back.

“princess y/n” jake repeated, “the most beautiful princess…” he hoped your nickname would be familiar to the civilian but it was no use.

“you’re not helping me here” jake rolled his eyes and shoved his brother.

“sorry, was just thinking about something”

“something as ways to get into your enemy’s heart?”

“she’s not my enemy”

“i’m pretty sure she’d tell me otherwise”

sunghoon groaned and pushed his brother playfully, “let’s just go back, we’re not getting closer to something anyway”

a few weeks passed and sunghoon managed to keep his brother and stop him from running away through manipulating him into doing other things to make him forget about the whole idea.

a few weeks passed ever since you were announced as the runaway princess.

a few weeks passed ever since the village you moved in, became your home.

life in the village was the best thing ever happened to you.

all the villagers welcomed you with open arms and also fell in love with your beauty.

they called you the village’s princess. ironic isn’t it?

you almost completely forgot about your royal life. you got used to their modern uniforms, apparently not only dresses were in fashion!

your own kingdom was almost long forgotten and so are your parents. everything you grew up to suddenly vanished from your new life in the village, you became one of them already.

a few weeks passed since jake asked his brothers about the whole running away idea, and he’s still thinking about it up until this day.

he hasn’t been sleeping well ever since he first thought about it. which is probably the reason to why he looks like a zombie walking around the palace.

his mother also stopped bothering him about dates. she thought he was too broken from being ditched. ouch.

another day full of adventures and sunghoon’s endless distractions passed, and after dozens of sleepless nights he decided to make his run away plan.

before he does that, he went to talk with the most responsible brother in his opinion, jungwon.

it was midnight already but jake couldn’t wait until sunrise, he has to let it all out.

luckily for him, jungwon was wide awake in his bed.

“jake? is everything okay? what makes you come here at midnight?”

“i have to tell you something” jake bit his lips, “it’s important, really”

“can’t it wait for the morning?” although jungwon was wide awake, he couldn’t really process anything as his mind was occupied by something else.

“i just wanted to say that i’ll be gone for a while. i don’t know for how long” jake sighed, “could be days, weeks, months or never”

“jake what are you talking about?”

“just please, don’t search for me and help me out on this one”

“do you even hear what you’re saying?”

“i’ll be fine, i promise” jake licked his lower lips out of anxiety, “i just really need a break from all of this life for a while”

jungwon tilt his head. he couldn’t understand his older brother at all.

“everything is just stressing me out, i just need some quiet” he continued.

as much as jake tried to hide it, his brothers could’ve seen he wasn’t being his best lately.

jake would usually be the first one to wake up in the morning and then would jump on each one’s bed to wake them up with a hug after then of course, but lately something has changed in jake.

he suddenly stopped hugging or jumping around, even started to wake up the last without even calling good morning.

it was obvious he needed some help.

“do you think it’d help you?” jungwon asked.

“hm?”

“do you think running away would help you find peace?” he repeated and jake nodded.

“so you do you” jungwon smiled, “i’ll miss you though”

jake smiled even wider than jungwon and hugged him, “thank you”

“i’ll just tell mom and dad you’ve went to pay a visit in your friends’ kingdom for a few months and explain the situation” jungwon blinked a few times, “please don’t disappear forever”

“i won’t, i promise” he held out his pinky and jungwon interlocked his pinky.

“i’ll kill you if you won’t come to my future wedding”

“i’ll probably marry before you and you’d be able to see my wedding in this palace” he chuckled, that was a sign for jungwon that jake is not going to be gone forever, and it made him smile to know that his brother won’t be a runaway prince for long.

a few hours later jake finally made his way out of the palace, leaving a note beside sunghoon’s bed telling him that he’ll be gone for a while.

he’s going to miss his brothers for sure.

the next morning you woke up earlier than usual, feeling a bit uneasy and something was bothering you.

you slowly got ready for the day and went out of your house to have a little walk alone around the village.

you were taking your time to take in the beauty of the village you’ve been living in for a few weeks already, closing your eyes and breathing slowly as you held your hands together.

you finally opened your eyes just to notice a small figure slowly making it’s way into the village.

that person looks so tired and overworked.

the person was wearing a big sweater with black pants, he also has a quite big bag on his bag as he takes slow steps.

you moved a bit closer to the person in hurry. calling the person so you’ll get noticed by him.

“hey! hello! do you perhaps need help?”

the person slowly looked at you and his eyes formed into a soft gaze, as if he was thankful that he finally saw another person.

you noticed he started to walk closer to you in hurry, and somehow you didn’t feel threatened or scared at all.

you finally reached to him with a smile and he looked at you.

“who are you?” you suspiciously asked. “i’m sorry madam, let me introduce myself, i’m sim jake, hybe’s-“

“hybe’s prince” you gasped, you heard about hybe kingdom a few times and you heard about sim jake, and to be honest, you can’t think of anyone who didn’t hear about them.

the kingdom is one of the famous kingdom out of all, you never would’ve imagine they have such a handsome son amongst the seven of them.

“and you are?” he shrugged off the fact that you just cut him in the middle of the sentence.

“i’m l/n y/n—“ “the runaway princess?”

“huh?” you tilt your head in confusion.

“are you l/n y/n the runaway princess?”

“no……?”

“was that a question?”

“no! i’m not the runaway princess”

“are you lying?” he raised a brow, clearly not believing you.

“no?”

“was that a question again?”

“fine! here, you can take me away” you said, holding your hands together for him to handcuff you.

“i’m not really a runaway but whatever, let me take my clothes and things before i—“ “no wait wait—“ “i understand that my parents sent me but look, i’m having fun here i enjoy my time and—“

“y/n stop” he raised his tone a bit and put his hands on your shoulders to keep you in place, giving you a chance to take a look at his face.

both of you froze for a few seconds.

gosh he’s so pretty.

so the rumors about her beauty were so true.

you realized you were holding your breath for a long time now and finally pulled away.

he coughed, “i’m sorry, you kept panicking and i had to stop you”

“n-no it’s okay”

wait.

were you just stuttering?

you couldn’t help it, his voice is so soft, and his gaze just makes you lose your mind.

you usually hate looking at people’s visuals first time you see them but he’s so breathtaking.

“i just wanted to say i have no intention of taking you back to your parents, i’m a runaway too”

“i’m not a— you know what? you’re probably tired, let’s get you home” you took his hand and dragged him back to your house.

your house in the village is small, but enough to hold two people.

you have one bed, for two people. you’d have to share your bed with him or else one of you would have to sleep on the floor.

“this is my house, feel free to do whatever”

you don’t know why you trust this person so much, he could’ve lied to you about him being a prince, especially a hybe prince.

but you somehow found yourself putting a lot of trust in him.

“thank you y/n” he smiled at you.

you smiled softly at him back and poured him a glass of water, “rest for a bit, i have to work today so i’ll come back later, we’ll talk it out when i’ll be back”

you saw him setting his things away and giggling a bit when he noticed your bed, “are we going to share that bed?” he asked.

you chuckled, “go sleep for now, we’ll talk everything out”

you left your house and went to your workplace.

jake took his time to look around your house.

it’s a small house, not something that he’s used to, but he knows for sure that he feels so comfortable in this house.

anyone who called you astonishing was right. your beauty really is beyond compare.

he noticed a photo hanged on the wall besides your bed. you were in the middle, surrounded by a lot of people who held a big smile on their face.

the background looked like the village, could they be the villagers? why do you have a picture with the villagers instead of your family?

and why is your smile so heart stopping?

he shrugged off his thoughts and went to sleep after he wasn’t able to sleep the whole night.

the day passed by slowly, every minute felt like a year. you kept looking at the clock every five minutes and your coworkers noticed your weird behavior.

“y/n, you’re distracted today” the head of the village teased you.

you love the villagers, and they love you. they take care of you so well and make you feel at home. they know you too well to notice how you feel, and as of now, they know that you’re more than distracted.

“i just have some on my mind” you chuckled, “don’t worry about that”

“ay, are you having some boy problems?” another one said with a smile.

“you can say that” you giggled as they all gasped.

“y/n has a new guy?”

“no! i was counting on you and my son!”

you laughed at their cute comments and shook your head.

just a few more hours and you’ll be able to see him again.

you entered your house, expecting to see a sleeping jake on the bed, but he was actually searching for something to eat.

“uhm” you coughed and he jumped, “oh! hi”

“hey” you smiled and put your things away, “we got a lot to talk about, are you hungry? let me make some food”

he nodded shyly and you chuckled. he’s so cute.

“so,” you settled your food on the table and stared at him, “how and when did you run away?”

“straight to the point i see”

“you gotta be straightforward sometimes” you shrugged.

“i ran away yesterday night, i felt too suffocated in the palace and i had to take a break, i just sneaked out, like you did” he sighed, “we were supposed to have a date you know, on the day you ran away”

“huh?”

“yeah, then your mom came to our kingdom and announced you as missing,” he took a bite from the food, “you were some kind of my role model of running away”

“what do you mean?”

“i started thinking about the running away situation because of you, i’m so glad i finally met you”

he raised his head and shared an eye contact with you.

you stopped for a second to take another look on his face. how will you be able to stand him now?

“yeah,” you nodded, “i’m happy i finally met you too”

“it’s my turn now,” he smiled, “why did you run away?”

“same as you, royal life can be suffocating and annoying” you shrugged, “numerous of dates with disgusting princes, i hated that”

he nodded, understanding the way you feel. “i’m sorry to hear that” he put his hand on your shoulder and showed you a little and comforting smile.

you leaned in and hugged him, “thank you”

he was a bit taken aback, but hugged you back within five seconds.

you needed to feel some kind of affection so you hugged him, ignoring the fact that you met him less than 24 hours ago.

“you have to teach me the way of living here, my plan is to stay here for a long time, you know” he said, his chin on your shoulder and his hands holding you tightly, “is there another free house around? i can get out and search if you—“

you pulled away from the hug and shook your head, “we’d have to live together and sleep on the same bed, i believe we’d get used to it”

both of you giggled and continued eating.

you spent the rest of the night talking and updating each other.

you told him everything he needs to know about the life in this village, and told him you’ll take him to your workplace tomorrow, so you can work together.

he updated you about whatever happened after you ran away, and without even noticing it, it was already past midnight.

“we should go sleep,” you suddenly said, “we have a lot to do later today”

he nodded and got up from his seat, “you’d also have to teach me how to cook” you giggled and nodded.

the morning came and it was already time for you to go to work.

“y/n! you brought a man today!” one of your coworkers who, noticed jake that was standing next to you cheered.

“yeah, meet jake, he’s my—“ “boyfriend!” all of the villagers who were in the store cheered.

“no i—“ “y/nie we don’t need to hide it anymore” jake cut you off and held your hand.

your eyes widened and you froze, “huh?”

“oh y/n! i’m so happy for you!” the elders said and hugged you.

“i brought jake today because i thought he could join our work here, please accept him to this village” you asked the head of the village.

“of course! our princess’ village finally has a prince now!” jake’s soft eyes glanced at you as you smiled.

“thank you”

the day passed as fast as the light, you taught jake everything he needs to know and got hundreds of compliments about your new relationship.

“my boyfriend? really?” you asked as soon as you arrived back home together.

“what was i supposed to say?”

“cousin? childhood friend? family’s friend? i can list more”

“fine fine i’m sorry, i thought it’d be more easy to play in a relationship” he giggled and you sighed.

“i’ll make some food now you should go shower” you smiled and he nodded.

“please teach me how to make some food” he begged while you put your plates on the table.

“i learnt everything from the villagers” you giggled.

“do you have any plans of coming back to your palace?” he suddenly asked.

you were a bit taken aback, “i don’t know” you shook your head, “this village became my house, i love everyone here, they’re like my family and home i’ve never had”

jake nodded and listened carefully.

“i love my parents, but they were making me so anxious around them and here i suddenly forgot how does it feel to be anxious around someone. i must say i really do miss my royal life, who knows? i might come back in a few weeks”

jake moved closer to you and cupped your cheeks, “take your time, i’m staying here with you until you decide to go back”

it felt like time stopped. when he cupped your cheeks and looked at you with his soft eyes, you suddenly felt anxious, but not in any bad way.

butterflies went crazy in your stomach and your cheeks turned slight red, you could melt from his touch.

you were too focused on feeling anxious that you didn’t even notice how red jake’s face turned. he didn’t even realize what he was doing until half a minute after. he was awfully close to you and you somehow managed to make him go crazy inside his mind.

both of you pulled back and cleared your throat.

“we should—“ “yeah, let’s go sleep”

ever since that dinner, months passed by.

you and jake became super close to each other, you were so into the fake relationship that you got used to calling jake your boyfriend.

you and jake cuddled up in your bed, awfully close to each other and playing with each other’s fingers.

it became a usual thing for you two, every night you’d get ready to go to bed together and cuddle until you fall asleep in each other’s hands.

“y/n” jake suddenly called, “hm?” you hummed in response.

“how many dates have you been forced to go to?”

you giggled, “what kind of question is that?”

“did you fall in love with someone you went on a date with?” he asked.

“huh—“

“did you ever date someone?” he sounded serious, and asking those questions didn’t help either.

“no, i haven’t” you replied.

but i fell in love with you, you wanted to add.

you felt bad, you were slowly falling in love with jake. it was supposed to be a fake relationship and nothing more than that.

“good morning” jake got up and noticed you were cooking something for breakfast. he back-hugged you and kissed your cheek, “good morning” you replied.

“i thought about going on a walk today around the village! i also promised the head of the village to help him with some things” jake updated you about his plans for the day.

damn, it really feels like you’re in a relationship with him. how can you not fall in love with someone as sweet as him?

you nodded and sent him off.

you must do something about your stupid heart that fell in love with that perfect human being.

jake took the day off, so you were working alone today.

his absence was really present in work today, not only you missed him in work.

“hey y/n! where’s your boyfriend?” one of the customers asked and you chuckled, “he has a name you know”

“but he took the day off, he’s a bit unwell today”

on the other hand, jake was busy with the head of the village, going around with him and helping him with whatever.

“are you sure about that?” jake asked the head of the village.

“i’m more than sure! you can do it jake!” he pat his shoulder and jake grinned.

“you’ll see the results tomorrow,” he smiled, “don’t tell anyone until you do!”

jake ran back home and got ready to cook some dinner for you.

“jake! i’m home!” you called and he showed up, hugging you tightly and planting a kiss on your cheek.

“i missed you” he pout.

you’re still not used to feeling that much of affection, especially from him.

what’s wrong with your heart? why can’t it stop beating so fast around him?

you giggled and kissed his cheek back, “i’ve been away for only a few hours”

“that still doesn’t change the fact that i missed you, plus a few hours is like an eternity for me”

he guided you to the table that was full with food you guessed he made.

“you made all of that for me?” you asked and he nodded, “thank you!” you hugged him and he returned the hug.

“i have another surprise for you,” he pulled away from the hug and you looked at him confused.

he went down on one knee and took out a box while holding your hand with his free hand.

“y/n,” he called out, “it’s been a while since we’ve first met, and at first i thought you were some snobbish who threw everything away just like that. but soon you became my inspiration to run away from my boring and annoying life, and i think it was the best decision i’ve ever made.” he giggled,

“when i saw you i was shocked, mostly by your impossible-to-beat beauty, but also by your kindness. you took care of me as soon as you saw me, and taught me everything i need to know here, you made me forget about the fact that we’re in fact, royals”

“i felt alive around you, with each day that comes by i fall more and more deep in love with you and i can’t help but want to spend the rest of my life with you” he looked generous, as he really meant every word that just came out of his mouth.

“so l/n y/n” he cleared his throat and opened the box to show a beautiful yet small and shining ring, “will you make me the happiest person alive and marry me?”

“yes! a million times yes!” you helped him get up and hugged him tightly as the tears finally fell down from your eyes.

he pulled away a bit to look at you and wiped your tears, “i love you” he suddenly said and his lips crushed into yours.

you kissed his soft lips and put your hands around his neck to get closer to him.

as you pulled away due lack of air, you played with his hair and stared at his beautiful eyes, “i love you too jake”

“thank you! for making me feel like a part of your family, for accepting me no matter what and for always caring about me,” you cried out, “i’ll always be thankful for each and one of you”

you and jake decided to leave the village and return to your kingdoms. you have to get marry and get your own kingdom of course.

but that also meant that you need to leave the villagers, who became your second home in no time.

“we’re going to miss you too,” one of them said, “don’t come back unless you’re pregnant!”

all of you laughed and you kept hugging each of them.

all the villagers got so excited about you and jake, and even prepared their own presents for your marriage.

“they’ll definitely be invited to our wedding” you told jake and he instantly agreed.

finally, you arrived to your kingdom. you took some deep breaths and jake stood next to you, holding your hand and playing with the ring he put on your finger a few days ago.

“you’ll be fine, they missed you a lot” he reassured you and you smiled, “thank you”

both of you entered the palace and saw the queen and the king sitting in front of the door, as if they have been waiting for you to enter.

“y/n” your mother whispered, her eyes widened and her hands started to shake. “y/n!” your father shout and ran up to you to cage you in his arms.

the queen followed right after her husband and the three of you hugged until you felt like you couldn’t breath anymore.

“y/n our daughter! i missed you so much” your mother cupped your cheeks and looked at your glossy eyes who were filled with tears.

“i missed you too mom,” you dad coughed, “and i missed you too dad”

your mom then noticed jake who was standing next to you.

“jake! how did you—“

“i ask your permission to marry your daughter” jake bowed in front of your parents.

“i love her, more than anything else in this world, and i’m willing to do everything to protect her and keep her safe” he added.

your parents looked at you confused and you showed them your ring on your finger.

“yes, of course!” they cheered, “and you young lady, we have a lot to talk about” your parents pointed at you, “after the marriage of course!”

jake picked you up and spun you around, “we can finally rule our own kingdom and visit our favorite village” he whispered.

you nodded as he leaned his forehead against yours, “thank you, jake” you pecked his lips, “i love you”

he then put his hands around your waist and kissed you deeper and desperately, “i love you too, more than you could ever imagine”

“you still have your parents you need to inform about the marriage, you know that right?” your mother, who was a witness to everything that just happened, said.

you and jake nodded awkwardly and updated your parents that you’ll be back in a few together with jake.

a week later, the wedding was held in hybe’s ballroom.

“i think your mother hates to wait” you told jake as soon as you were informed about your wedding date and he giggled, “it’s not like i could wait any longer to finally marry you”

at the celebration, jungwon and sunghoon came up to you and jake.

“see? i told you i’ll marry before you!” jake ruffled the younger’s hair and giggled. “thank you for bringing jake back” sunghoon smiled at you and you giggled.

“he’s actually the one who brought me back”

“yeah it’s really hard to believe that” jungwon grinned and jake threatened to hit him.

“we’re really happy for the both of you” they said and the both of you thanked them.

“hey jake?” you called him and he turned to his side to share an eye contact with you, “yes, my dear wife?”

him calling you his wife made your whole body flutter.

“i’m more than happy to be able to spend the rest of my life with you” you held his hand and he smiled.

“and i’m more than lucky to have you by my side for the rest of my life y/n”

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rainbows-r-nice05 · 11 months ago

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Frozen Camera

I watched Rise of the Guardians and fell in love with Jack Frost because he is my baby. Anyway here is something I just whipped up and I know it's bad but I needed to so it to ease my mind.

I hate studying, I really do. My mind tries to focus but it drifts into dreamland. Dreaming of the impossible. Fighting dragons, ruling a kingdom….....finding true love. But enough about that. To relax a little, I decided to go read a book outside. Since it was Christmas time, I picked up the story about all the different kinds of Christmas characters. It was night time so I made sure to bring some blankets out. As I stepped outside on my back porch, coldness engulfed me. My porch was spacious with lawn chairs and a brick pillar on the side that leads into the grass. Oh, how beautiful it was. Christmas lights dance around my neighbors backyards across the lake connecting them. Lights from blue and white to red and green. The fountain was still going as the wind danced through it. I sat down in order to enjoy reading a bit into my novel. This section was about the famous Jack Frost to whom I believed in when I was a little kid. But not anymore since I am a junior in high school. About 10 mins into my book, I absentmindedly start singing a famous Christmas Carol.

God rest ye merry gentlemen

Let nothing you dismay

Remember Christ our Savior

Was born on Christmas Day

I heard distant barking of dogs nearby which was normal. And the rustle of plants that were caused by the wind.

To save us all from Satan's pow'r

When we were gone astray

Oh tidings of comfort and joy

Comfort and joyI

Oh tidings of comfort and joy

All of a sudden, my ears perk up at this crinkle or a sound of frost covering something. Like a tingling sound of some sort. I looked around and saw one of my security cameras had frost covering the lens.

“That's weird,” I muttered to myself as I stood up, set my book down and walked toward the camera. Over the lens it looked blueish with little snowflakes covering it. My curiosity got the best of me so I decided to go inside and get a ladder. (The camera was on the ceiling). I got the ladder from the garage and walked back outside. I opened it and climbed all the way to the top. I looked closely at the camera and scratched the frost off of it. Somehow, the frost just would not come off.

“OH GOS-,” suddenly I lost my balance and was headed toward the ground.

“Gotcha,” I was caught by someone who was levitating off of the ground and wrapped my arms around this persons neck. It seemed to be a boy around my age who had piercing blue eyes and platinum blond hair. His skin was pale white and freezing for that matter. His dazzling white teeth showed as he smiled lovingly at me. My goodness was he handsome.

“Woah…” I was too starstruck to even comprehend what was happening.

“Lost your balance, there sweetheart,” the mysterious man said.

“You-your-you…”

“Jack Frost is the name,” he said as he lowered me to the ground.

“Oh my goodness.. It's really you,”

“Of course it's me, alive and in person.” His smile…. Is so…..loving. I finally got a good look at him and he was wearing a blue hoodie with some light brown pants. He was indeed barefoot as he was Jack Frost.

Oh my gosh. OH MY GOSH The Jack Frost in front of ME!!!

“And what might your name be pretty girl,”

Pretty girl…. I flushed deeply at that. I smiled sheepishly as I introduced myself.

“(Y/N) (L/N) at your service,” as I extended my hand out for him to shake.

He shook it softly and his hands were beyond freezing.

“Wait, what are you doing here?” I was so puzzled as to why he was here. It was December right, but it does not even snow over here.

“Oh.. Well…” he walked around with his staff tapping the bird bath with it and it froze solid.

“I got quite bored while I was patrolling so I decided to fly across a random area where I found a beautiful singing voice in this very backyard.”

As if I could ever be more redder, my face would be a tomato.

“What were you doing out here,” he said as he pointed his staff at me.

I gently pushed his staff out of my face and raised an eyebrow.

“Well, It is my backyard” I started to walk around him.

“But if you want to know, I was reading a book.”

“Oh… interesting”

“Y’know, you have a very nice backyard,” he stated as he walked around and faced the lake.

“And a very nice show you get to watch.”

I giggled lightly at that.

“Oh yes, Christmas is the best time of the year when I get to sit outside in the cold and light a fire. I see all the Christmas lights in their glory.” I smiled at last night's occurrence which was just like how I described.

“Well, isn’t that nice,” he said as he gazed at me.

All of a sudden I hear this ringing noise that sounds jolly. Jack takes a small device out of his hand and looks very disappointed. He verbally groans.

“Wish I could stay, but Santa needs me.”

“You mean North,” I say out of the blue

“Wait how do you-”

“Jack,” I giggle a little,

“Might want to go see him” I say as I step in front of him pointing at the device smiling.

He smiles as he is about to fly away.

“Wait!” I put a hand up signaling him to not go yet.

“Will I ever see you again?”

“I’ll make sure I will see you again, snowflake.” He says as he takes my hand and kisses it with his cold yet soft lips.

I smile and yet again, I flush at the nickname.

He then flies away and I am left alone outside. I walk back to the camera and see that the frost has disappeared. I smile as I walk back inside. I gaze back out across the lake where I think of the many events that Jack Frost will show me.

thinking on a part two maybe or a milti series thing idk yet lol

I have to get back to studying though

#jack frost x reader #rise of the guardians #jack frost is my baby #jack frost imagine

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mahi-wayy · 6 months ago

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“I love someone else.”

He is pretty sure he has sounded this harsh and straightforward a handful of times, his whole focus right now was the woman refusing to break eye contact with him, the fact that Kattappa and his mother was still in the room was pretty much a blur in his mind.

“So you won't marry me? Is that what you're saying?”

Since she was so good at reading silence he decided to remain silent looking back at her with the same challenge he saw in her eyes.

“And here I thought you said he would never let your words down.”

The woman turns her body towards his mother, he can see her jaw clenching before she speaks.

“He will keep my word.”

“He just said he doesn't want to marry me, what brand of keeping words is this?”

Now that statement had no answer other than Sivagami giving him an enraged and disappointed look before looking away. Damn it.

“See in case I wasn't clear enough, I'm not the one who has anything to lose, I'm not even interested in marriage, this is just for survival. The one who has to lose is a kingdom with a population of lakhs. I have already lost my palace, yours however would be massacred, all because you had this crazy delusion that you have an obedient son who respected and loved you enough to keep your words but turns out you have no control over him whatsoever. Not going to lie I am starting to doubt if you even run this kingdo-”

“Enough!”

He yelled out louder than he anticipated but the way that woman was talking with a straight face and flat tone with undercurrents of mocking from the very beginning of this whole conversation has exhausted his patience.

“You're crossing more lines than you think, Maharani.”

She looks back at him with blank eyes and something tells him that the animated personality they have seen her portray till now was all an illusion, an illusion casted by her to get them right where she wanted.

“I never said no, you just assumed it."

He has no idea what would happen but he is not going to let his mother hear these kinds of things, even if it cost him the woman he loved.

“My apologies, my prince. I misread your silence.”

Her body shifts to face his mother again before she continues.

“Apologies to you too, my queen.”

Good lord he never thought one person can sound so different in a span of seconds. The way her tone went from underlying provoking to totally blank had a chill running up his spine.

She curtsied lightly before walking out of the room and the sudden heaviness and pressure lifting off the room had him conscious of his staying on his feet and didn't fall back on the chair.

“So you love Devasena”

Nevermind, he slums down in the chair right behind him just as his mother sits down. He was beyond exhausted mentally, emotionally and physically but this conversation needs to happen.

“Ma-”

The way she raised her hand to cut him off really told him she wasn't happy with him at the moment.

“She isn't suitable for you Bahu, the better you accept that the better.”

He licks his bottom lip, it's dry just like his throat right now, he knew that Devsena wasn't his mother's favourite exactly but that can't change the fact that he was in love with her.

“Ma, janta hun rajkumari ko aap naapasand karti hai isliye mere yogya nahi manti. Lekin mein prem karta hun unse aur hamesha karunga, is baat ko badala nahi jaa sakta. ”

With that he stands up bows in a good night greeting before walking out, he wants to faceplant in his bed now because tomorrow isn't going to be nice.

It was quiet.

That was the first thing that the young prince noticed the next morning, the palace was too normal to have three such strong women staying in it, especially when neither of them seemed to like each other.

But seriously Bahubali thinks it has to do something to do with his stars or something, how else does one land up in a situation like where the only one even remotely ready to listen to anything was him and only him.

For now he just sighs walking towards the training grounds so he can physically let some tension go when he runs into Kattappa.

“Suprabhat mama.”

He wishes the man in a tired voice only to receive a couple of strong pats on his back as they both walk side by side.

“You seem tired, couldn't sleep last night?”

“Yeah, I just can't stop thinking.”

The older male gives him a sympathetic smile while squeezing his shoulder and he feels just a little better. It's good to know he isn't alone here.

The two chat up a little more before Kattappa notices some soldiers standing outside of the training area.

“Why are you all here? When you are suppose to be preparing for helping the prince in his training??” The general asks, his voice authoritative and commanding.

“We-um, the grounds are already occupied sir.”

“Occupied and by whom? Who dares to use the training area knowing very well the prince comes out to train at this hour?”

Kattappa gets his answer in the form of sword clanking sounds, they make their way towards the commotion, where Bahubali decided to contemplate his stars again when the people sparring turn out to be the two royal guests.

Ayudhina and Devasena were having it out right infront of them. Though dressed in similar training outfits of a dhoti and armor the females wielded two very different weapons. The latter was swinging her sword with both a practised and dangerous ease while the former's contol over the spear appears natural.

He hears the audible gasp from the soldiers behind him when the sword collides with the body of the spear after which Ayudhina kicks the Kuntal princess back.

Yeah he takes back the sparring part, they are out to hurt each other.

Everyone watches as they get more and more intense with no idea of how this all even began, they were cleary not friendly, as they can see, in anyway to have this initiated as a friendly spar.

“Rajkumari…”

Kattappa's concerned voice brings him out of his head again and he looks infront to see Devsena dodge the spear by a hair length and he swears he has never heard his own heartbeat but right now he can.

This needs to end, they need to be broken away before a mishap takes place.

He steps forward to tell the girls to knock it off when the princess gains a upper hand and it freezes him in spot when Devsena first gets the hold of Ayudhina's spear, lands a blow from the back of her sword right to her gut and then uses all her force in elbowing the older woman before kicking her back.

The armor cracks under Devsena's force as her opponent falls back right into the water pool that usually kept the weapons hidden from sight.

“Next time you pick a fight make sure you're strong enough.”

He has never heard the princess speak like the way she just did, it made his stomach churn and not in good way. At all.

“That's enough.”

He says joining the princess by her side, his voice low and calm not letting his nerves show, he recieves a nod in answer.

The sound of water gives them the conformation that the supposed queen of Chandresha was alright too was alright too.

“One last shot.”

Before he could tell Devsena not to, the woman had already picked up the spear and launched towards the rising figure from the water.

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freakassfemme · 8 months ago

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[QueerFic's] NSFW Alphabet: Yara Greyjoy

A/N: Hello!!! Yes, this has been done before, but I wanted to give my own personal spin on Yara's NSFW alphabet:)

NO MINORS BEYOND THIS POINT

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

In my mind, Yara is quite the chatterbox. She's not really up for extensive aftercare, though she certainly wouldn't refuse a bath together, but I feel like aftercare for Yara resides in conversation or physical touch. Did you enjoy yourself? What did you like? How do you feel? She wants to hold you and draw out those last fleeting sparks from the skin to skin contact.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Yara is an ass woman. Everyone's got an ass, man or woman, and she loves them all. Having something soft to grab on to, and the way that it extends into your hips, your thighs, she adores it.

On herself, I think Yara probably likes her hands or her shoulders. She likes something that makes her feel strong, and her arms bare the most of the physical labor and fighting she does, so they remind her of her capability and strength, and it kind of turns her on a little bit. She likes to be intimidating.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

Especially with women, Yara is a swallower. It's symbolic of her hard work, and I think she views it as a reward rather than an end goal, and something for you to both enjoy. I think Yara has a bit of an oral fixation, so I'm sure she loves to have her face covered in it in all honesty, or to ride her partner's face and have it on theirs.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Yara loves to seduce any woman on the ship. Crewmate, passenger, prisoner, it's her little game of cat and mouse, and she plans on winning.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

I don't remember if this is canonical or just fandom stuff, but I heard/read somewhere Yara has fucked a woman from each of the seven kingdoms? Yeah I believe that. She's probably aiming for 20 from each about now.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Yara loves to ride, Yara loves to be ridden. It's a must for her. I feel like she would also love having someone in her lap, or missionary or a mating press. Anything that commands power, eye contact, and complete openness or vulnerability,

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

She'll definitely crack a joke or two, especially in aftercare. We all love Yara for her smart mouth, boldness and outright attitude, and I don't think that's something that simply slips away when she's horny.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

I don't think she cares, and tbh I don't think she cares about other people's grooming either. Definition of "baby call me Moses cause I'm gonna part the Red Sea" or "the wilderness must be explored" or something LMFAO

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Intimacy is key for her! And being a little silly or sarcastic doesn't ruin that intimacy. She needs to feel a connection to the person, and she thrives on that moment when she "syncs" with someone and it turns into more of a dance or rhythm. Eye contact is crucial.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

In some ways I feel like Yara is a 5 minutes and go girl, or she's just too busy and just waits to find a partner, but I also like to think about her late at night in her bed, full of her own fingers, without a care in the world.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

VOYEUR oh my GOD I am a devout believer in voyeur Yara. YES she would fuck you in front of her whole crew, in ANY throne room, on ANY ship, in ANY dining room, for fun or to prove a point. She herself might not get naked, but she loves that anyways, it makes her feel so powerful to be fully dressed while her partner is bare and vulnerable.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

I feel like Yara loves to fuck in public, like on the deck late at night or giving head on a balcony somewhere, but I feel like she also holds a special place for her own large bedroom, perhaps a secluded tower, where she can really lean into her deepest desires and do whatever she pleases, even if it involves getting a little sadistic.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

When is she not ready to go???? I feel like she's always ready ngl, but I feel like if she saw you fight someone off or help with manual labor, she'd go nuts. Or like sitting on her lap in front of the crew, making any bold comments or attitude.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Yara is up for a threesome, foursome or orgy on occasion, but she isn't going to do an open relationship in a committed relationship or marriage. If you were just a hookup buddy, it wouldn't bother her, but if you're serious, she doesn't like the idea of you being intimate without her being involved.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Head is Yara's expertise. When she gives, she usually likes to be completely in charge. When she receives, it's 50/50. Maybe she's sat up and playing head pusher, or maybe she's tied up and growling and whining.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Yara is typically large and in charge lmao. I feel like she can definitely both, but given her tendency to intimacy, multiple rounds, and basking in pleasure, I feel like she leans more towards slow and sensual, but still fairly rough, to really draw it out.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Oh she 100% would. She'd fuck you until you cum on her face then wipe her mouth and walk out on deck like nothing happened. Better a quick fuck than none at all I guess.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Absolutely. Yara loves creativity. She sleeps around because she loves new experiences, so she'll take experimentation anywhere she can get it.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Yara can definitely go for a while, especially when receiving, she's an absolute soul-sucking demon.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

YARA WITH A STRAP SUPREMACY! Yara will give that strap to anyone who asks for it, and I'm sure she'd love to ride one or get stuffed.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

We're talking about the same woman right? Yara's whole thing is teasing and banter. She's grabbing you in front of anyone and everyone, saying the nastiest things over the dinner table where anyone could hear, reaching under the table and grabbing at you.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

I feel like Yara is definitely expressive. She'll grunt and groan and let out soft moans, but she's not exceptionally loud. She moreso leans into dirty talk, but she'll get on her knees for a partner who will scream her name.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Yara has got to be a scissoring LEGEND. No strap? No problem. She's meat-to-meating that pussy like it's her dying fucking wish.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Scissoring legend is till on my mind so I'm fingers crossed for big clit Yara :') Like she has big dick energy but no dick so I'm hoping that translates.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Yara has "it's five o'clock somewhere" energy when it comes to sex, but I feel like she's definitely crazy about morning sex, or middle of the night, wake-up fucks.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

I think Yara fucks in the daytime honestly more at night time, and it probably reinvigorates and energizes her because of that, so I wouldn't be surprised if it actually kept her awake and that's why she has such insane stamina.

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phoenix-bleh · 8 months ago

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Okay hear me out on this one because I got this idea from strolling down memory lane of the undertale fandom. Headcanons for the ancient heroes at PTA (Parent–teacher association) meeting.

Sadly I don't remember much of the undertale fandom never really got DEEP into it.

Pure Vanilla Cookie

Definitely the most responsible parent in my opinion.

Also happy to meet other parents and makes events to raise money.

Makes sure the kids have a safe learning environment.

Why do I feel like he has something to do with the school cafeteria menu.

He's most likely the one who has suggestion on what the kids should actually be learning.

Doesn't he have his own academy in his kingdom??

If that were the case he's the one operating the pta meetings

White Lily Cookie

Encourages learning outside!

Definitely has something to say when it comes to what the students are learning and how the students are being taught the subject.

She would know she used to be a top star students herself.

I think she would be a bit more old fashion tho.

But she's open to knew ideas.

Probably like Pure Vanilla but less expressive with her plans

Hollyberry Cookie

She's that parent that would come up to you and start showing you pictures of her children and telling you stories of them.

More of the fun parent and always coming up with ideas on how the kids at the school can have more fun with what they do.

Is in charge of those after school clubs and gives more variety of activities so the kids can be open to knew skills.

However being the fun one she's just a tad bit more responsible then Golden Cheese

Golden Cheese Cookie

Just like Holleyberry but she way to chill about things.

Says things like "Oh just let the kids have their fun."

And it could be something relating to preventing the kids from passing notes to each other or something.

Probably not that much involved in the meetings but can be when it's a subject she most interest about.

Loves to make sure that all the students are getting involved in out door activates

Dark Cacao Cookie

Um I feel like their not much to say about him

He's kind of just there

In charge of the schools sports most likely

Makes sure that the students have a safe learning space as well

sorry I can't think much for him 😭

sorry this one a bit short it's late at night and im pretty tired- but hope you enjoy it anyways<3 if not i am terribly sorry-

#cookie run kingdom #crk #crk x reader #pure vanilla cookie #dark cacao cookie #hollyberry cookie #golden cheese cookie #white lily cookie

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sasheneskywalker · 1 year ago

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brudick fic recs

a bird in the hand by wingdingery The first time Clark meets Robin, he’s completely confused about why Batman (Mr. I am vengeance, I am the night, and I work alone) would choose to have a hyperactive neon-colored ten-year-old as his partner in vigilanteism.

Over the next twenty years, he comes to understand clearly what makes Nightwing so special—though the relationship between Dick Grayson and Bruce Wayne never gets any less complicated over time.

T | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson & Clark Kent, Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson/Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent & Bruce Wayne

a painting you could never frame by wingdingery Batman gets hit by a curse that can only be broken by his soulmate. Fortunately, that’s easy enough for Dick to fix.

The only problem is, no one else knows that he’s Bruce’s soulmate—not even Bruce himself.

T | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson/Bruce Wayne

the courage of stars by wingdingery Dick's time at Spyral ends with the Somnus satellite getting activated – and all memories of Richard John Grayson ever existing wiped from the world. After Dick realizes that trying to get anyone to remember him only causes them pain, he decides that the best thing to do is say goodbye to Gotham and leave his old life behind entirely.

The only problem is, his old life can’t seem to let him go.

T | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson/Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Everyone

love is a river by wingdingery Realizing that he’s in the future is unsettling enough for Bruce; realizing that everyone in the future is trying to keep something a secret from him is even worse.

But realizing exactly what that secret is turns out to be the worst of all.

T | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson/Bruce Wayne

mutually assured by wingdingery Dick’s mom always told him that kissing a wound would help it heal faster.

Somehow, Dick’s not sure that’s ever really worked for him and Bruce.

E | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson/Bruce Wayne

when all the walls come down by wormsin This isn't the first time one of them has been dying in the other's arms. But it might be the last. As far as deathbed confessions goes, Dick thinks his is pretty good.

“Once upon a time, there was a kingdom without a King or Queen…”

Or: It takes a building falling on their heads for Dick to tell Bruce how he really feels.

E | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | Dick Grayson/Bruce Wayne

One-Way Glass by wormsin Dick Grayson—husband, father, hero—is de-aged to his early days as Robin.

There are lots of different ways to look at the past. Sometimes, it's hard to know what really happened.

E | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Underage | Dick Grayson/Bruce Wayne

Hit me with your sweet love, steal me with a kiss by ful_crum After Jason’s death, Dick spends more time back at the manor. There are many opportunities for sparring between Bruce and Dick, but it’s only a matter of time until sparring turns into fighting.

Or, what happens when you fistfight your former mentor that you kind of hate and kind of love?

M | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson/Bruce Wayne

Compromising Positions by ful_crum Bruce and Dick keep getting caught in compromising positions. It’s all just circumstantial though, of course. Dick keeps insisting they aren’t fucking, so they must not be.

Right?

OR, five times someone walks into Bruce and Dick in compromising yet innocent positions, and the one time they’re actually fucking.

(BruDick Week 2024 — Day 6: Caught in the Act)

E | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson/Bruce Wayne

Fledgling by quickmanifyouloveme "But are you in love with me?"

"I can't let you leave."

Bruce Wayne has died. Tim asks Dick why he doesn't want to help get their father back. Dick is tired of lying about the two years before he left to become Nightwing.

E | Rape/Non-Con, Underage | Dick Grayson/Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson

Down the Line by Averia It's just Bruce being Bruce, Clark says. Lois Lane begs to differ.

M | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson/Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent/Lois Lane

Your fortress face belied your fort of lace by treacherous And does any of this lame introspection even matter now when his dick is chubbing up and Bruce is looking at him the same as when he’d brought flavored lube to bed and they didn’t come up for air until the next morning?

(or, Bruce and Dick inevitably come together, inevitably fall apart, and tonight, Dick is weighing the ethics of asking your ex exactly why he broke up with you while he’s dosed with truth serum)

E | Underage | Dick Grayson/Bruce Wayne

Happy Acres by Kyele When a seemingly-rehabilitated Dr. Quinzel opens an upscale retreat for couples in crisis, Batman needs to investigate. An undercover mission as Bruce Wayne and partner should do the trick. Unfortunately, his first choice for the mission is unavailable. As is his second. And his third. And -

“What’s more important?” Dick challenges. “Your considerations - or the lives of the people who may be endangered by a delay in getting the truth about Happy Acres?”

Bruce opens his mouth, and then closes it again. He knows the answer to that. He believes the answer to that. He just - he can’t even form the thought. Logically he knows what Dick is suggesting, but it won’t even compute. He has spent too long preventing his mind from ever considering Dick and romance at the same time.

Dick, who doesn’t have Bruce’s feelings, also doesn’t have Bruce’s difficulties. “That’s what I thought,” he says. Despite his victory, he somehow sounds weary. “So get over yourself, and hand me the damn pocket square. I’m your date tonight, and you’d better start getting used to it.”

E | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson/Bruce Wayne

Casino Royale by spaceisgay (ChancellorGriffin) Boravia’s grand casino, once a hotbed of European crime, has reopened with a high-stakes poker tournament Bruce Wayne suspects may be the work of Roulette. In a country where superheroes are banned, the only way to foil a criminal conspiracy is to enter the tournament as himself, and play his way up to the top.

But not just any card-playing billionaire can get his name on the list. The real price of admission is a lot higher than the two million dollar buy-in. You also need a secret to offer up as your stake. A dirty one. The kind a man like Bruce Wayne would pay dearly to keep quiet.

Enter Dick Grayson.

Though he agrees to accompany Bruce to the tournament in the guise of his illicit lover, to help him fake a blackmail-worthy secret besides the one with masks and capes, Dick's not wild about spending so much time with his old friend in flirtatious playboy mode; but somehow it's harder than expected to watch Bruce direct that legendary charisma at other people, and Dick doesn't quite know why. Over the course of four days, what began as a straightforward undercover job devolves into a messy emotional tangle which forces both men to confront truths they’ve kept hidden for years . . . even from themselves.

E | No Archive Warnings Apply | Dick Grayson/Bruce Wayne

You are forever in my mind by orphan_account This started off as a simple idea: Bruce installs a new set of cameras in the manor; cameras he doesn't tell anyone about. One night, he accidentally sees something that fundamentally affects him - and the way he looks at Dick.

E | Underage | Dick Grayson/Bruce Wayne

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yourantag · 2 years ago

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Of Vices and Virtues (Morningstar!Ithaqua×Reader)

AN: In which I go insane and finally succumb to the urge to write an unhealthy relationship instead of a nice, safe, and sane one. Also, to the people who were waiting for this fic, I am so sorry for the wait. I kept on forgetting it existed and also kept doubting myself since this is pretty different from what I usually do. Hope you enjoy it, even if it isn't the best! Word count: 2.7k words TW: Blood, violence, general insanity, and unhealthy relationships. Summary: You've always seen things others couldn't. When you met him, you were enamored by his unique nature. Perhaps you should have taken it as a warning. Perhaps, you should have ran. Instead, you drew closer.

It all started years ago when things were simpler. You were a child, and so was he. He was someone who bore the face of the future king, the Lord of Babel, the sun of the kingdom. You? You were just a simple peasant. No one noteworthy, not in appearance, personality, or skill. How could you be? You were a child.

Yet, when your paths crossed, it immediately changed you two. Your futures, your destinies which never should have merged, crashed together. The moment your eyes met his, it was over. You could never be normal again. After all, how could a mortal stay sane in the presence of a God?

He was your beginning, and surely he would be your end.

The lady who lived in the forest was odd, but kind. She would give you and your family medicine, never asking for anything in return. You didn't think that was very fair, so you gave her flowers. The prettiest ones you could find in the wild, hidden within the crevices of gnarled roots and heavy bushes.

You liked her quite well, which your parents found surprising. You never seemed to like most adults. They all brushed it off as shyness, laughing heartily as you scampered away.

It wasn't quite that, though.

The way you gazed at people with distrust was never on unfounded grounds. Children, for however random and silly adults believe them to be, are far too perceptive for their own goods.

You've always seen things others couldn't see. You knew not to tell, especially when the curling shadows at those peoples feet hissed and snarled silently. It was a warning, seething quietly around the liars with masks. You learned quickly that they were not people to be trusted.

The problem was, most adults held such secrets with them. Their perfect disguises of the kind neighbor and good samaritan were nothing before your eyes. Their performances of being righteous and pure sickened you. It churned your guts and set alight a blaze of fury inside you that you didn't understand.

You couldn't stand it, so you chose to run.

Thankfully, with her, it was never like that. She had the aura of what you think angels would have. It was warm, gentle, and bright, like a bonfire on a cold winter night. It made you feel comfortable, it made you feel safe. Honestly, you sometimes wished she were your mother so you could bask in her presence forever.

Of course, that is not the case, and you like your parents well. They had no roaring shadows, just a light brush of soothing sunlight. It was sweet and inoffensive, just a whisper of heat and kind words. That, too, you appreciated.

It was why you listened to them well, doing your best to be a good child for them. When they asked you for help, you were always up to the challenge. You'd smile brightly, determination glistening within your eyes and your heart set on fulfilling your mission.

Today was one such day, leading you to a cottage in the woods. Your parents requested that you gave the lady of the forest a package. The task felt more like a blessing than a burden. You got to help your parents and see one of your favorite people in the world! How could you not be happy?

Standing before the worn alder door, you carefully shift your bag as you knock. You rock back and forth, humming cheerfully as you wait for her to answer. The sounds of shuffling footsteps can be heard behind the door, making you smile.

When it opens, your smile slips as you stare blankly. Before your eyes stands not your favorite person in the world, but a child. He has wispy, light blond hair, so light it's white. His eyes are like charcoal, both dark and burning as he stares holes into you. It's half a glare and half a stare, more of a glare, really.

For a few moments, you're stunned. Not really at the fact that the lady had a child you never knew, but at the darkness and light that surround him in equal parts.

Children never had such prominent representations of good or evil on them, having been born with a neutral conscience. They were surrounded by barely flickering echoes of right and wrong, never quite lasting.

Yet, here he was, a child with both virtue and vice wrapped tightly around him. It intrigues you, beckoning you forward like a siren's call.

Before you know it, you've taken his face in your hands and tilted it to look closer. At what, you're not quite sure. All you do is drink in his features like a man starved, staring at him with such intensity you'd feel embarrassed if you were clear headed.

You expect him to fight back once you realize what you've done, but all he does is stare back with equal intensity, challenging you. It makes you smile, an odd feeling of pride and a desire to crush that will of his coming from the depths of your heart. It makes you pause in surprise, letting go of his face and stepping back.

"I'm sorry." You say, fiddling with the straps of your bag as you look away. It was rather unlike you to act this way, or to have such a violent thought. You shook your head to clear them of such things.

"Why are you here?" He asks harshly, ignoring your apology. You accept that considering you were quite rude to him.

"I'm here to deliver a package to the nice lady. Is she home?" You look over his shoulder for any hint of her. He blocks your view, his glare intensifying. He looks like he's about to say no when a familiar voice cuts him off.

"Ah! You shouldn't be here!"

You can't tell if she's referring to you or him. In a few minutes, she's taken you inside the house and given you snacks. The boy pouts as the lady of the forest scolds him, warning him not to open the door to strangers.

You chew on a cookie as you continue to stare at the warped shapes of his soul shift around him. It's warmer now, brighter. It's sentient and alive, happily glowing in the presence of the nice lady. You can't blame him, you like her a lot too.

At the same time, you can't help but wonder what it'll take for his shadows to devour the light.

You calmly give the lady the package and thank her for the snacks, brushing crumbs off your hands. She pats you, causing you to smile as you relish in the gentle touch. She tells you to come again, to play with her son. You don't think he'd like to, but you're willing to try.

With a wave and a smile, you're off. You ignore the no longer hostile stare that follows you out.

Seeing as you're no liar, you meet him again. You keep your promise to visit, and thus a tender friendship begins. The boy is surprisingly nice at times. He's simultaneously so ordinary, yet unusual.

He smiles when you trip, but he always helps you up. He hides your things, but always ends up telling you where they are. He says rather mean things, but his actions never match his words.

He's weird, but you like him. Unlike the others your age, he's quite interesting. The shared soft spot you both have for his mother certainly helps, and before you know it, you're friends.

"Why don't you ever leave the forest?" You ask one day, pulling weeds out of the garden. His mother's garden was in need of some help, so you decided to work on it with the boy. He diligently works, even though he hates the sunlight.

"Mother says I shouldn't be seen by others. You're okay, though." You accept the answer easily. You figured that was the case, anyway.

After the official debut of the future king, a prince around your age, you realized a lot more things than you thought you would. You're sure his mother knows you know, but neither of you mention it. For you, it's none of your business. For her, it's a secret she must take to her grave.

You're quite good at keeping secrets. You're sure she knows that, too. You also know her secrets will one day consume her whole, however. They always do.

You wonder how he'll react that day.

Ever since you met the lady of the forest, red became your favorite color. It's the color of her hair, of the ladybugs in her garden, and of the tiles on your house's roof. It's a sweet color, one of pure and good memories.

That changes the day you turn of age.

You watch in horror as she's brought before a cheering crowd, a spectacle for people to watch. He's next to you, his face covered and a cloak hiding his hair. His eyes shake as he stares at the cruel stage, the start of a scene he'd never want to see showing right before his eyes.

Her chains jingle like cruel church bells, hair a tangled mess as she's dragged across the crude boards of the stage. Splinters stab at her feet, fresh wounds and old ones bleeding red as she's roughly slammed into a wooden contraption. She gasps in pain as they lock it in place, the final Wham! of the wood marking the end of her judgment.

You both look on in stunned shock as the blade whistles down at the call of a man- a man who shares the same face as him. Time seems to slow as her eyes meet yours, silently, desperately, asking for help. Help you cannot give. Help you wish you could give.

Your heart screams as it is forced to face how powerless you are. It squeezes and squeezes as if someone were clutching it in their hand, hoping to inflict as much pain on you as possible while you are hopelessly, miserably left alive despite it.

The man's shadow laughs as the guillotine cuts off her life, destroying the warmth of her soul and putting it out. Like a lit candle in the wind, she's extinguished. She's gone.

The once comforting red of her hair is tainted by the ruthless sight of her blood painting the stage.

You vaguely think you hear something shatter, perhaps something inside of you or somewhere around you. You turn to look at him, your hands trembling, when you see it.

It seems to destroy light itself, yet hold it all the same. A black hole that displaces the refraction of light, like darkness that shines bright, it breaks free from the chains of what is perhaps the last of his humanity.

Perhaps it's the last of his sanity.

Glancing down at your own shadow, you laugh quietly as tears slip down your face. It's carried away by the cheers of the crowd and the deafening applause, going unheard. An unnatural smile stretches your face as you turn your head up to the sky.

If his darkness has light, your light holds darkness. With it, you'd both destroy everything that dared make you this way.

"I'll kill them, I'll kill them, I'll kill them." He's trembling in your arms, his body barely able to contain all his emotions. His rage, his sorrow, his pain, his tears, everything, it seems to pour out of him. You can only rub your hand comfortingly in circles on his back, eyes blank as you stare lifelessly at the wall.

He was suppressing himself as his feelings lashed out. You, however, were eerily empty.

You felt nothing, yet everything. It was like all your emotions had been tossed away, as though they'd never been there before. In its place, a cold, cruel rationality took over your mind. It plotted, it schemed, and it had only one goal.

To destroy.

"You will." You tell him. "We will."

It's a promise, and you don't break promises.

The sound of rumbling stones greets you in a familiar cacophony of noise. You revel in it, watching the statue's face fall and crumble. He stands before you now, so different from the sweet boy he was back then. That's partially your fault, admittedly.

You held him that day, when the world had fallen apart. You'd promised him justice, you promised him peace. You promised him the world and everything in it, because that was what he deserved. He deserved it so he could ruin it, since really, did anything matter anymore? When she was gone, she died, you'd never see her alive, you couldn't understand why-

You sighed, shivering as a cold breeze blew through the area. It doesn't matter now. You'd found your peace. You'd gotten your revenge.

Turning your gaze to the figure before the desecrated statue, you smile widely. He does the same, spreading out his arms as he laughs maniacally. He, too, had gained his vengeance.

"The tower shall fall, and new lies will be treated as the word of god. The morning star is the true king!" He sweeps the air in front of him, hand outstretched to you. You step forward, placing a hand in his. His grin seems to grow wider at that, his grip becoming more firm as he pulls you into his arms.

"And you, my evening dawn, will stand by my side. We'll rule the greedy, the disloyal, and the unworthy. The dogs in crowns will remain at our feet, and it will not matter who stands before us." He laughs as he bites your neck, hard enough to draw blood. You only laugh in return, the pain as sweet as the taste of power.

His hair, now pure white like the feathers on a dove, glows in the brilliant light of the sun. His eyes, once a beautifully deep onyx, are like translucent opal. The red you once grew to hate, tainted by blood, is made again your favorite color. It drapes him from head to toe in majesty, deeming him a true god amongst men.

He pulls you up into a kiss, his lips tasting of your blood and dust. The taste of your own blood upon your tongue makes you laugh. Anything is sweet when it comes from him, from his lips, even the underlying tastes of iron and danger, the possessive curling of his claws.

When you finally draw away from each other, your faces are flushed. You both pant lightly, giggling like school children as you hold each other close. His hold speaks of love, of desire, of a feeling so encapsulating, so damning, he'd rather kill you than let you leave his side.

His shadow says so much more.

It curls around your own, protecting it, stealing it, tugging and holding it like it wants to merge with yours. The darkness tries to devour your light, but it's only a pointless cycle where one cannot destroy the other. They're two sides of the same coin, cultivated into a writhing mass of what you're sure anyone else would claim to be insanity.

You hum in joy, resting your forehead against his chest. He needs you as desperately as you need him. He'll never leave you, and you could never leave him. No one could ever take you away from each other.

"You're all I have." He tenderly murmurs, dragging a claw down your spine. You shiver as you look up at him, smiling. "And I am all you have."

"I love you. Only two things will ever have me, and it'll be you and death." You respond, meaning every word. He knows as well as you do that you mean it, and he rewards you with another kiss. It's sweeter than the last, an addicting pull that makes you yearn for more. More and more and more, until you suffocate.

You'll treasure him for the rest of your life. He's your precious partner, isn't he? You should hold him close and treat him right. Isn't that what they taught you?

You smile, something akin to a nightmare, as you turn. He stands by your side as you saunter over to the gilded cage, the traitors shaking within.

"What do you think, mother, father?"

He was your beginning, and he will be your end.

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beanghostprincess · 6 months ago

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I wanna see Reiju x Tashigi headcanons from you! I actually think they are pretty cute, the Princess of Germa falling in love for a pretty marine woman

I think they're pretty cute too!! I love them!! That color spread rewired everybody's brains, I think 🩷🤍🧡

I am so so so weak for princesses falling for people they shouldn't. Reiju is the perfect golden daughter, mostly to avoid issues with her dad and because she settles with her position as a Germa member instead of looking for what she wants. And she's fine with that. She's ""mature enough"" to know that as the oldest she should be the one taking care of her (even if awful) brothers.

I mentioned this in another post but the thought of Reiju knowing she's a lesbian but never acting upon those feelings and setting them aside because she's a warrior and a woman and I am so sure Judge has the "you have to give birth to my grandchildren" mentality. And tbh she doesn't really want to have children because she feels she will never be able to be like Sora and is afraid she might end up hurting them if she raises them in that environment. But little tiny headcanon (that will be important later for Tashigi) Reiju finds out she actually can't have children after all the modifications and Judge blames her and she actually has an awful time because maybe she did want children. At least she wanted to choose. Whatever.

As to how they meet, I am not that sure. But it isn't that weird that the marines go to the Germa kingdom. Judge probably suborns all of them, ngl. Not Tashigi, though, of course. But it's not like she can do anything about what Judge does yet. But to go directly to the headcanons, yadda yadda yadda Judge makes Reiju talk with Tashigi yadda yadda yadda it's noticeable she's trying hard to force Tashigi to get out of there before anything happens to her even if she's just constantly teasing and threatening her. Typical "I know you're only threatening me because your father told you, you can get out of here with me" vs "I am fine here, this is my true nature (nope) and you should go before I have to kill you".

I actually really want them to have a whole night for themselves and fall for each other kind of right away? Not really right away but there is something between them and they can feel it. And maybe in the future Reiju can sneak out during her missions to see Tashigi and be a little bit annoying (because she misses her and wants to see how she's doing but won't stop teasing her) while Tashigi tries to make her open up and convince her to escape with her and just... Turn in her family. But Reiju has this mentality of "if I turn them in you have to capture me too because we're the same" and also her oldest sister feelings.

So they have this back and forth relationship in which Reiju won't stop teasing and sometimes opening up and Tashigi won't stop discovering and seeing more and more about her. While Reiju starts falling in love (something she was never allowed to do and still feels like she shouldn't be doing) when she sees Tashigi's kindness (kind of resembling Sora's) and Tashigi just knows Reiju has that kindness within her too. Going back to the children again, at some point Reiju meets the Punk Hazard children being with Tashigi and she just looks so nurturing and sweet with them and Tashigi can't help but just knowing she has a good heart.

And it's also the perfect moment to mention Sanji (without actually saying his name). It's just Reiju saying she misses him and Tashigi seriously thinks at first that she's talking about him like that because he died, but she can see on Reiju's eyes that there is more to that.

I really want to get into simple, generic headcanons now so:

Reiju is always taking off and stealing Tashigi's glasses because it's just fun for her to see her fall and catch her

Reiju sees Tashigi fight/on serious mode and it honestly makes her feel things she has never felt before

Tashigi thinks Reiju is extremely experienced when it comes to dating and sex because look at her but she actually has never been with a woman because she has only had to use her seduction on men. So they're both equally nervous even if it isn't that noticeable on Reiju

Reiju finds so admirable of Tashigi that she goes all the way to fight for what she thinks is right and wishes she could do the same. But she's constantly trapped on the "I'm a Vinsmoke" mindset

Tashigi takes care of her and erases that mindset at some point with so so much comfort and gentleness Reiju has never felt before (I think Reiju deserves to cry and be vulnerable too btw)

Constantly teasing each other and it's so much fun when Reiju wants to be the most flirty and Tashigi ends up flirting back and damn she was not expecting that but she likes it

AGHHH I can't stop thinking about Reiju just admitting and accepting she'll have to get married at some point to a man and Tashigi being so furious about it. Imagine these two dating in secret for a while and just-- Tashigi promising they'll be together and get married or whatever and Reiju letting herself dream for a while about it

"I love you" / "It'll pass" or something like this

Again with the dangerously yours quotes but the whole "If I betray you, I betray myself. If I betray them, I betray my family. My brothers are very dear to me" / "Dearer than I?" feels like something they'd go through

This got angsty- Just imagine Reiju like "Nooo this food was definitely poisoned so sad mmm I will have to kiss you now I guess!!" and it's just an excuse to make out with Tashigi but Tashigi is actually freaking out until she realizes she's just flirting

Tashigi rambles SO MUCH about swords and Reiju loves every second of it because she looks so genuine and excited...

And Reiju actually does listen to everything Tashigi has to say and Tashigi has never felt so appreciated...

Smoker knows his girl is in love but he does not want to know shit about it so he pretends he doesn't know about Tashigi and Reiju's calls in the middle of the night. But Tashigi does look happier and more inclined to work even harder so that is a win for him

Suddenly Tashigi knows a lot about poisons and she says some fun fact about them and Smoker goes "??? Since when are you so into this??" and she gets all nervous and anxious and says she read it in a book

Same with Reiju. Her brothers see her happier and want to tease her about it and her secret but she has been more gentle and motherly to them so... They've been acting softer... Kind of. For some reason they like seeing her happy and they're still trying to figure out why

I honestly think Ichiji is the only one who actually knows about the whole thing but doesn't say anything about it as long as it doesn't affect them

Reiju likes dressing up Tashigi with her dresses because she likes seeing her I classy clothes (and then taking them off but that's another story)

Same thing with Tashigi btw she likes seeing Reiju with her hair messed up and just t-shirts because she barely sees her in a genuine, comforting way

I actually do have more ideas about them because they're making me go insane but... I think this is enough for this post. They're so,,, Cute,,, And I adore them. Let Reiju be free please please please 🫶🏻 So she can date her beautiful, nerd, marine girl 🩷🩷

#going very crazy about them i think #please i need tashigi to have the 'sanji is reiju's dead brother' realization bc it'd be so funny #these two at first are giving so much batman villain x superhero energy tbh #banging my head against the wall #one piece #vinsmoke reiju #tashigi one piece #tashirei

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Merciless Beauty

Chapter 7: I Tell You Faithfully

❧ Pairing: Knight Daryl Dixon x Princess Reader ❧ Era: Medieval fantasy AU ❧ Pronouns: she/her ❧ Warnings: suggestive/steamy (no sex but still sexy enough for a warning), scary situation, violence/gore, ...angst... pretty big angst ❧ Word Count: 6.3k

❧ Before You Read...

❧ Glossary

❧ In This Chapter: Days before Negan is expected to return, Sir Daryl is assigned to keep you under his watchful eye at all times. When walkers threaten the safety of Alexandria, can he protect you from the cold hands of death, or will blood be shed on this fateful night?

❧ A/N: Ok so, a couple things. First, I ended up having to split this chapter into two parts, so that means that this series is now TEN PARTS. Yeah. Oh, and I am no longer calling it a mini-series, it's just a full on series because there are way more chapters than I thought there would be! Anyway, Negan will be in the next part, don't you worry. In the meantime, enjoy this... interesting chapter.

Darkness fell upon the kingdom once again, as it always did, but tonight, an indeterminable sense of abject terror lurked in every corner. The castle’s halls were silent, and even the great hall seemed devoid of the usual mirth and warmth it held.

The king’s return from his travels earlier that day had revealed that his last effort to rally the forces of neighboring kingdoms had come to naught, for their defenses had suffered even greater losses at the hands of Negan’s men.

And now, Alexandria’s militia was depleted, too, with only half of the king’s guards left to protect the castle, and less than that left to defend the kingdom’s walls.

The fate of Alexandria was entirely in the hands of the same man who threatened to destroy it if he didn’t get what he wanted, and what he wanted, of course, was you.

But your father was steadfast—he would not let Negan take you without a fight, a fight which you were sure could not be won.

For your part, you could only wait. Wait for Negan’s return, for the king to refuse to hand you over willingly, and for the Saviors to kill anyone who stood in their way of taking you. Fear overwhelmed you now, your mind blighted by your worry. What if Negan killed your father, or your knight?

You pleaded with the king, begging him to just let Negan take you, for the sake of the lives at stake, but he was resolute, or prideful. In the end, though, even if your father agreed to give you to Negan as his wife, there was no telling what the man would do. He could take control of Alexandria with a snap of his fingers, and none of this worry would matter anyway.

Sir Negan would get what he wanted, simply because he had the strength and power to do so. To make matters worse, the king wasn’t the only one with a plan to keep you from the clutches of Negan.

A part of him knew it was futile to try to fight the inevitable, but he had to try. What kind of knight would he be if he did not try to protect his lady, after all?

When the king assigned Daryl to not let you leave his sight, not even in your own chambers, you felt both relief, and guilt. Guilty that your father did not know of the nature of your relationship, of the love he made to you just the night before.

Daryl received strict orders, of course: “She is not to be left alone,” the king said. “She is to be confined to her quarters, where you will look after her and ensure her safety. In the event of an attack, you will guard her with your life.”

The words that stuck out to him most, though, were these: “I am entrusting you with the most precious jewel in the crown of Alexandria. You will not let her be taken.”

And he wouldn’t. He did not need the king to tell him that.

Hands clad in gloves of leather rested upon your waist, pulling your back snug against his chest. Outside your window, a bright full moon bathed the castle grounds and the sleeping kingdom sprawled out before you in a cool, bluish glow. You tried to see beyond the walls, keeping an eye out for any intruders. All you could see were a handful of walkers being taken down by the few archers left in the crenels of the battlements. This was not an uncommon sight, but it worried you nevertheless—there seemed to be more than usual, coming in much shorter intervals, almost enough to overpower the guards.

“Daryl,” you whispered, your voice dissipating into the darkness of the night. The weight of his chin resting upon your shoulder eased your worry for just a moment. “I feel something is wrong.”

He did, too, but he couldn’t say that. His priority at the moment, besides keeping you safe, was keeping your mind off that which worried you. Still, he could not just brush off your fears.

“How so?”

“The Dead, see?” You extended your index finger as you leaned over the stone sill of your open window, pointing towards the outer walls. As though trying to prevent you from falling, he grasped tighter to your waist. “I’ve been watching them the past hour, and the constable has already sent more guards to defend the outer walls… What if…”

You felt him pull you back by your waist, just before he moved past you to pull your window shut. One last gust of cool night air chilled your cheek. Turning back to face you, he offered you a slight smile, to which you responded with a deep exhale. Then, you smiled back.

From a stranger’s perspective, there would be nothing to smile about. Nothing at all. But, even in the midst of unspeakable terror, at least you were together.

The warmth of his arms engulfed you like a worn, familiar blanket. The tickle of his slightly chapped lips against your temple made you release a soft giggle. In rapture at the feeling of his touch, you closed your eyes and hummed a small sigh. It was risky, of course. Though you knew no one would dare enter your quarters without permission, or at least knocking, there was always that slim, miniscule chance.

Just a few corridors away, your father was in his cabinet, meeting with his advisors for the third time that evening. It felt like a sin, being in his embrace like this, so close to your father. That being said, there was no way in Hell you’d push him away, not when you feared you’d be torn away from him against your will at any second.

Between the kisses he planted in a trail down the side of your face, he spoke softly through his raspy voice that tickled you in deep places. “Don’t think about it,” he said. “I’m here.” The space between your faces closed a bit when he leaned his forehead against yours, the tip of his nose soon following suit. With a small, breathy laugh, you leaned into him, letting your nose rub his back and forth. “Everythin’ will be all right.”

“I want so much to believe that is true,” you replied. “But I can’t. I’d rather have no hope than to have it taken away from me.”

Your hands found their place at the junction of his neck and shoulders, where you studied the frayed edges of the collar of his gambeson. As if to take your mind off your troubles, you curled your fingers around the ends of his hair—soft, undulating waves of warm chestnut hue.

Even though it felt so right to be held by him like this, to feel his lips and his hands touch you with such an intimacy you had never known before, you were still getting used to the concept of being loved like this, and of loving someone like this. It came naturally, though, so it was easy to feel comfort in these new sensations, even if they were strange.

“I don’t care about hope,” he said. “I just can’t let you get taken away from me.”

Your lips quivered into a shaky smile as you held back the lump in your throat. At this point, you’d cried so much the past few days that you weren’t sure how you could have any tears left to spare.

Noticing your glassy eyes and your quiet sniffles, he gently coerced you towards your canopied bed, upon which you were seated. He let himself sink into the plush feather bed beside you, still holding you in his arms all the while.

“Tell me something,” you said, using the sleeve of your gown to brush away your tears.

He chuckled at your vagueness. “Tell you what?”

“Anything.”

“I love you.”

Though that was not the ‘something’ you had in mind, it was enough to stretch your lips into a wide grin. “I love you, too, but I was hoping you’d tell me one of your stories.”

“Which one?”

“One you’ve not told me before.”

That was going to be a difficult feat, as he was sure he’d told you just about every story he had. He held you closer, then tipped himself backwards, until he was laying stretched across your bed, your body snuggled tight against his. Your hand found its place in the center of his chest, the rise and fall of which you watched in fascination as he thought of what story he could possibly amuse you with. Most of his stories were full of bloodshed and war, but he was always careful to omit the gory details, for the sake of his lady’s delicate heart.

As his thumb brushed the apple of your cheek, he thought to tell you a simple, silly story that afforded him much embarrassment, but would surely amuse you enough to take your mind from your troubles.

“There was this lake,” he began. “A small lake, I don’t remember where I was. I think it was… just outside a small village, a few kingdoms away. Anyway, I was riding through there with Phantom, filthy and covered in dirt.”

You hummed a little laugh. “That is not surprising,” you said. “You have a habit of being filthy and covered in dirt.”

“Clean right now, aren’t I?” His arm tightened around you to squeeze you. “Clean enough for you, princess?”

“Yes, yes. Please continue, sir.”

“Yeah, let’s see… Well, I was goin’ through this village, by this lake, and I decided to wash in the lake, you know. No one was around.”

Intrigue made your eyes widen at the image—the thought of your knight, naked, bathing in a lake. “You disrobed? Oh, do tell me more, my strong, handsome knight.” Your hand circled in eager movements atop his wide, brawny chest. “I am sure that must have been quite a sight.”

“Wicked girl,” he teased. As his teeth dug indents into his bottom lip, his hand lowered down your back to reach your rump, squeezing the plump flesh above the rosy pink gown you wore. “Somebody ought to teach you manners.”

“Mm,” you hummed in response. With your gentle movements, he felt the weight of your leg folding over him and settling between his thighs. His other hand did not waste the opportunity to slide up the smooth skin, pushing past your skirt and lifting it enough to allow him access to your thigh. Your legs always stirred such a sinful, guilty feeling deep within him, as he knew he shouldn’t have looked at them, but they taunted him, tortured him. Now, your body not only belonged to you, but to him, too, so long as you allowed him.

Wide, dreamy eyes looked up at him through fluttering lashes as the cool leather of his gloves caressed your forbidden velvety skin. “What happened next?” you whispered over his ear. Entranced by the closeness of your soft, heavenly body, he’d all but forgotten his story for a moment.

“Right, yeah. Well, I took off all my clothes, dipped myself in the lake. Then these kids, they couldn’t have been older than twelve, they must’ve snuck up on me, ‘cause I wasn’t payin’ attention. I only saw ‘em runnin’ away, with all my clothes.”

“Oh!” you laughed, and he laughed, too, though his cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. Only the sound of your delicate, lilting laughter could make him smile at the thought of being robbed by mischievous little goblins.

“It’s not funny!” he replied in a voice rippled by the undercurrent of his chuckle. “They took my sword, and my favorite baldric. Don’t even know how they could carry the stuff, they were so small.”

Clearing your throat, you attempted to stop your laughter, though it was hard to do so. “So, did you walk around naked after that?”

“Oh, no, no,” he said. “The lil’ ones were kind enough to leave a new set of garments for me.”

That surprised you, as you thought this story would only get more interesting from here. “Oh, I see. That was thoughtful.”

“Yeah, ‘cept it was a damn jester’s motley.”

Just when you’d thought your amusement was at its end, you broke out into another fit of laughter. If you’d thought the idea of Sir Daryl frantically running through a village in the nude was amusing, you weren’t prepared for the image of your noble knight dressed in the loud, particolored vestments of a court jester. “No!” you laughed in disbelief. “Did you wear it?”

“Well, I had to. I couldn’t run around stark naked. I’d face degradation.” Though losing his title would not have been as degrading as it was to prance around in that hideous outfit.

You, however, found it terribly adorable. “Oh, how I would love to see you in a jester’s costume.”

His gloved hand delivered a very gentle, weak slap to your thigh, causing you to whine exaggeratingly between laughs. “I looked like a fool, wandering around that village looking for those little imps. The whole damn town was laughing at me, askin’ me to put on a show. One of the kids must’ve felt bad—he took me to where they hid my stuff.”

“Poor thing,” you cooed, though the smirk upon your face betrayed your amusement. “What tribulation you’ve faced, brave knight. Your gallantry is unparalleled.”

Daryl shook his head, narrowing his eyes at your teasing. “I’m glad you find my humiliation so funny, milady.”

“Oh,” you sighed, turning more sympathetic now as you leaned in closer to him to drag your nose over his cheek. “I am sorry, my love.”

“Don’t be,” he said. “I was tryin’ to make you laugh, anyway. Take your mind off things. Did it work?”

Although you had found his story to be quite charming, and for a good few minutes, the imagery of your stoic, serious knight in such a situation did divert your mind from the fear that overwhelmed you, but few things could truly keep the worry at bay.

Well, you could think of one thing that might.

“Yes, a bit,” you replied. From the dim candlelight of the flickering sconces upon your walls, you could see his lips parted ever so slightly, and his half-lidded eyes wandering over your body as it clung to him. From what you’d discovered the previous night, you knew he was thinking the same thing.

“Daryl,” you hummed sweetly. “Would you…” As you trailed off, you felt his hand move up further, lifting your dress to render you half-naked. His hand now on your bare bottom, he pulled you even more snug against him, until the friction of his thigh against your exposed womanhood made you shiver in his arms.

“You don’t gotta ask, your highness.” Moving ever so slowly, taking extra care not to hurt you with his strength, he lifted himself to flip you over, until your back rested upon your plush bed. He lay atop you now, sinking his mouth upon yours.

A quiet whimper of satisfaction melted against his tongue, which moved in tender, languid swirls around yours. Unlike his kisses of last night, this was without any desperation or frantic excitement—it was soothing, an act of tenderness that was born out of compassion and care. Still, though, the unifying quality in his kiss was the same: undying love and devotion.

“I’ve missed your tongue,” you confessed between kisses. “Your fingers, your…”

The memory of your misunderstanding as a result of your innocence brought a smile to his lips, which you felt as he kissed you. He lifted his head to look at you, your lashes fluttering like the fragile wings of a hummingbird.

“Rooster?” he suggested with an impish smirk.

“Oh, you devil,” you laughed. “You will never forget that, will you?”

“Nah,” he said. “Just like I’ll never forget how you felt… and how you tasted… how you moaned my name.”

Feeling his hand slide between your thighs, you let your head fall back as a sigh escaped your lips. It gave him the opportunity to kiss down the side of your neck, letting his tongue roll over your skin as his hand rubbed in vertical motions over your slit.

“Oh, my love.” You clung to his flexing shoulder blades, as if he could be torn from you at any second.

“Sweet angel,” he mumbled against your collarbone. “All mine.”

“Yes.” You were already breathless, just from his gentle touch. At that moment, Negan and the Saviors could not touch you, could not plague your mind, could not make you afraid. There was no danger here now, just him, and his touch, and his love. With him, you did not fear even death. How could you, when he made you feel so alive?

“I love you,” he whispered against your ear, as though speaking it any louder would get him thrown in the dungeon, and indeed it would.

“Mm,” you hummed, eyes fluttering closed as his hand moved faster now. “I love you more.”

The light of the candles in your room flickered, as if a gust of wind had invaded your room, despite the shut state of the window. It only distracted you from him for a moment, until his soft, raspy voice caught your attention again. “Impossible,” he said. “I love you most.”

At the feeling of his fingertips grazing your most sensitive spot, you let out a breathy whimper of his name. He pressed his lips to yours once more, his other hand brushing back your loosened hair. Just as your body began to relax, completely giving yourself over to his guidance, his strength, his protective hold of you, a distant yell that echoed through the castle tore your mind away from his embrace.

It was faint, too faint to recognize, but you could make out the vaguest words in that short burst of panic. Well, there was only one word. “Fire!”

Outside, the unmistakable rumble of cannonfire shook the kingdom walls, where guards, or what was left of them, moved frantically from bastion to bastion, loading heavy cannonballs and cartridges of black gunpowder into the mouths of the long-dormant war machines.

It jolted you upwards, as Daryl tore himself from you with great haste, sprinting towards your window to look out upon the scene. All you knew was that you’d heard that sound before, on a night much like tonight, though it was a decade ago—when the Dead breached the walls. When your mother died, surrounded by flesh-eating monsters that were once men. Torn apart, limb from limb, teeth digging into her once flawless skin, blood pooling around their feet as they gnawed on her. Alive. Screaming. Kicking. Begging.

And you watched it all, with that terrible booming of detonating cannons in the distance. Frozen on your bed, and yet somehow trembling, you could still hear her scream. No, please, no!

Daryl looked beyond the expanse of empty land that separated the castle from the kingdom, drawing his sight to the walls, where grey, nearly opaque dust was pluming in thick clouds to obscure his sight. When the smoke began to clear and he could see past the flames on the ground, he could finally make out the silhouettes of jagged figures limping towards the kingdom walls. But there were more of them than he’d seen in years, not since he’d been part of the military efforts to eradicate the Dead, until they finally realized it was no use—there were too many of them.

They seemed to form an army of their own, ranks upon ranks of walking dead soldiers trampling over the wreckage of the cannonballs, walking through the dim fires they left in their wake, some lighting up like torches, and yet still moving, making their assault on the walls.

Daryl did not need to see more. He knew this scene, this story. He’d seen countless kingdoms’ walls be taken down in a matter of hours by a herd this size, he just didn’t think it would happen here, where walkers had never formed this kind of herd before. No, it did not seem right. Not… natural. But that was of no consequence at the moment, as he had no rationale behind his fear, only a hunch that this was not right, that there was more at play here than just happenstance. What mattered most, though, was you.

And you were still petrified, your breath heaving as you stared off blankly, your mother’s voice still crying out to you. Your name, ringing in your ears, but not in your mother’s voice now. It was Daryl’s, him crouched down before you, his hands holding your cold, quivering cheeks, his voice nearly a cry as he tried to get your attention.

“Daryl,” you said, senses finally coming back to you now.

“We need to go.” He did not leave room for you to argue as he coerced you to stand on your feet, then left briefly only to retrieve your brown wool cloak, which he then draped over your shoulders in a hurried motion. “Whatever you need,” he began to say, “get it.” You watched idly as he opened your wardrobe to procure one of your travel chests, which he flung onto your bed and unlatched to open. “Hurry,” he said, retrieving his greatsword from its place beside the door.

What was keeping you standing there, staring at him in abject fear, you did not know. Perhaps it was the memory of that night, still haunting you, keeping you locked in a state of traumatic remembrance. That was a part of it, yes, but there was something more, something in the pit of your stomach. You knew what this was, even if you didn’t realize that you knew. You knew that there was no point in packing, in running away. You knew this was the end.

You could only muster his name again, shaking your head frantically now as your breath caught up with you, short and quick. Your throat was dry from the passage of air stinging with each pant. Your head felt light, like a hot air balloon about to pop. If it weren’t for Daryl’s sudden grip upon your shoulders, you were sure you would’ve fainted, but he kept you conscious with just his intense, serious gaze.

“Come on,” he said. “We don’t have much time.”

We don’t have much time. Those words lingered in your heart much longer than they needed to, but you couldn’t shake this feeling of imminent dread.

“Daryl,” you said again, this time with your own wide-eyed stare meeting his. “Something’s… Something is wrong.”

“Yeah,” he huffed. “There’s a herd outside. That moat’ll slow ‘em down but it ain’t gonna stop ‘em, and those cannons are just gonna bring more. You get that many together and they’ll tear down any wall or gate, and I’m not takin’ that risk. Not with you.”

“No, no, not that.” Now, your voice faltered. An uncomfortable lump in your throat prevented you from speaking briefly, but you swallowed it down, despite the stinging of fresh tears threatening to stain your cheeks. “I think it’s… Negan.”

There was no indication that it was, of course. After all, Negan wasn’t supposed to arrive for another three days, and these were walkers. Still, it all seemed too coincidental. Never before had walkers behaved like this, not since that night, and after that herd was cleared, Alexandria was mostly at peace, with only a few incidents of a walker slipping in every so often, usually on account of some particularly absentminded guard on gate duty.

No, someone had to have something to do with this, you thought. Somehow, some way, Negan was coming for you.

But Daryl shook his head, his hands holding your cheeks once again as he spoke, his voice hurried, yet patient. “Listen to me,” he said. “It could be anythin’. It doesn’t matter what it is, doesn’t matter at all.”

When your gaze fell, he held your chin to force your head back up. With a tilt of his head, he looked at you softly, not with frustration or anger or even annoyance, but understanding. He, too, was afraid. He knew this all too well—the fall of a kingdom. To think it could be happening here, to your home, he knew he had to be strong for you, as he always did. He’d never let himself weaken in the face of anything that might cause you harm.

“Even if it’s Negan,” he continued, “I’ll die ‘fore anyone or anything tries to take you, you understand?”

“No, no, Daryl—”

“Hey.” The castle began to shake now, with bigger cannons releasing bigger cannonballs and more gunpowder. More panicked commands from the constable and the other guards, more explosions, more tears. “It’s gonna be all right.”

Another tremor made you fall deeper into his arms, making you feel only more helpless. It wasn’t that you wanted to be this delicate, terrified thing. It was only that you had no choice—you were a woman, a princess. Your life was in the hands of other people—men—for your whole life. If you knew anything else, you might’ve been able to go out there and slay those walkers yourself, but what did you know? Nothing. All you knew was that you loved Daryl. That was the only truth, the only power, you could hang on to in this moment of utter powerlessness.

“I’m here.” Your forehead found refuge upon his shoulder, just for the brief time you’d have before the world would come beating down on your door. “And I love you.”

“I—I love you.” A strangled sob distorted your words. Sniffling, you lifted your head to wipe away your tears. “But I can’t run. This is my home. These are my people. I must do something.”

And that was why he loved you.

Yet, what on Earth could you possibly do?

“I’ll do what I can,” he said. “But you can’t help them if you’re here. I can help lead the people through the tunnels, but I’m takin’ you through first. That’s my job, and I’ll carry you outta here if I gotta.”

When your tears subsided, you raised your head. Dignified, like a true princess. It almost made him smile. Almost. Your strength was not like his, but it was resolute, determined, true. You were strong, but not strong enough to fight him, when you knew he was right.

“Like… a sack of potatoes?”

Now, he had to smile. Just a little. A miniscule curl of his lips, just on one side, but enough to reignite your hope.

“Prettiest damn sack of potatoes I’ve ever seen.”

At length, you emerged from your quarters, with just that chest and the knife Daryl had given you. The objective was to find the king on the way to the tunnels, leading him and you to safety to regroup with the king’s advisors and make an official decree to evacuate Alexandria’s citizens to the safety of the tunnels until the herd could be diverted. At least, that was your plan.

Unbeknownst to you, there were other plans in motion.

With Daryl leading you down the corridor, moving swiftly towards the entrance to the castle dungeons, where the tunnels began. But the corridor was quiet. Where were the king’s guards? And where was the king? Surely he would’ve rushed to your quarters, demanding to ensure you were safe.

Something’s wrong, you wanted to say again, but as you mirrored Daryl’s quick steps, you began to hear something. It was faint, but loud enough for you to recognize as a kind of hiss. Not just a hiss, though, but a low growl accompanying it. Several growls. Several hisses. Several footsteps, lumbering and aimless, but the closer you got to the end of the corridor, the more those footsteps seemed to have a mission.

Rounding the corner, the unthinkable happened: a few dozen walkers gnashing their teeth and reaching out their decaying arms to grab at the air in front of Daryl, who leaped back to grab your hand, the jolt causing you to drop your suitcase.

“Come on!” He led you back down the corridor, hoping to get through the other side, but another smaller group of walkers appeared, their pale, lifeless eyes widening once their senses feasted upon your living flesh.

With a shaky hand, you held your knife high, as Daryl lunged forward, attempting to clear the path. Your back against the wall, your gaze ping-ponged back and forth, from one impending herd to the other.

Daryl had removed his sword from his baldric, swinging it effortlessly despite its great weight. He did not hesitate to take down those walkers, kicking them back and slicing through their heads without a second thought. When he had slayed them all, he grabbed your free hand, pulling you behind to make a break for it down the next hall.

A few stragglers tried to claw at your gown as you ran hand-in-hand towards the dungeon, but Daryl pulled you hard enough away, until you reached the old iron door that led underground. The familiar glow of the sconces on either side was almost comforting, but the growls from the other side of the door made you step back, Daryl unsheathing his sword once more.

With the smell of your flesh further aggravating the Dead, the door began to rattle, the bodies on the other side pushing against it. You had no way of knowing how many there were, but there were enough to make that sturdy door shake like a leaf. The tunnel was compromised. That much you knew.

It was too much like that night. Too much like the night the castle was crawling with walkers and the Tombs had been flooded by those hideous creatures. They had poured in through that very same door, which was not going to hold much longer.

Daryl acted fast, grabbing your wrist and pulling you away, towards the front of the keep. “We’ll go out the front,” he said. “Stay close. Don’t let go of me.”

You held tight to him, as he said, keeping up with his long strides as he turned several corners, each corridor echoing with the nearby snarls of the impending Dead.

Somewhere behind you, the sound of a hinge breaking, followed by a dreadful crashing sound as the iron door gave in to the weight of the herd. Yes, you were sure now. This was no coincidence. Something brought the walkers here. Someone brought the walkers here. How else would they be coming from all these different directions? You knew it.

It was only until you sprinted through the great hall and out into the foyer that you lost all hope of escaping—another small herd was flowing in through the door, trampling over squirming, screaming guards while other dead men feasted on their flesh. Blood flowed in a shiny, nearly black pool at their rotten feet, their sights set on the two nearest living breathing things before them—you and Daryl.

There was no choice now, nowhere to run. Daryl turned to you, his gaze hard and stern. You felt his grip on your wrist tighten, though it did not seem permanent. It seemed as though he tightened his grip because he knew he would soon have to let go of you.

“Stay here,” he said. “I’m gonna clear a path through ‘em.”

As his grip loosened, you tugged on his hand to bring him back, your eyes wide and pleading, your head shaking frantically. “No, there are too many! We’ll find another way!”

He looked between you and the snarling beasts, their slow gait only becoming more and more threatening the closer they got to you. “Do ya know any other way?!” he shouted above the now deafening growls of the ravenous, drooling walkers.

Though you knew the answer to that question, you still tried to think, wracking your brain for any possible alternative to Daryl going in there, but there was nothing else, not with the entire ground floor now teeming with the Dead at every corner. Every passage you could think of, every stairwell, was blocked. In any case, the keep was designed to be the most protective stronghold on the castle grounds—no one gets in, no one gets out. Sooner or later, the Dead would have to be dealt with. You just didn’t think it would be right now.

When you were frozen silent, he freed himself from you again, reiterating only the phrase, “Stay here.”

“No, Daryl!”

Charging towards the walkers, he aimed for the first walker to the left, his goal to weed out just enough walkers to get a path between the herd and the wall of the doorway, creating enough room to get through before they swarmed that space again. Unable to tear your fearful eyes away, you backed absentmindedly into the nearest wall, chest heaving with short, panicked breaths. Nestled in the inner pocket of your cloak was your rosary, which you took up in your trembling hands to hold above your heart. In your other hand, you kept your knife at the ready, though you were sure that you wouldn’t even be much use with it.

The image was too vivid, too reminiscent. The knight was fast, slicing off rotting heads in quick succession, but it was not enough. They still surrounded him, one’s gnashing teeth only held back by his hand pushing the creature away by the forehead, until he could raise his sword to behead it.

But soon, his strength was dwindling against the herd. He let his sword fall to the ground, procuring two daggers from the waist of his baldric. He could move faster now, with less exhaustion, but the herd was too big, much bigger than he initially thought.

You watched him push through the herd, taking out whatever walkers he could reach, but the force of it was too strong. They surrounded him tighter, his back firmly against the stone wall. When the nearest walker’s mouth came gnashing just an inch away from his neck, you felt your heart leap from your chest, and before you could even take another breath, your rosary clattered to the floor.

“Daryl!”

Knife held high, you did not waste another moment. You could not watch him get ripped apart, not for you, not for anything or anyone. There was no rationality in it, as you knew you could not fight them, but if you could keep as many of those putrid things from tearing the flesh from his bones, you would.

You’d do what you couldn’t do for your mother, all those years ago.

Just when he heard you call out his name, he turned towards you, seeing you coming closer, the sound of your voice distracting some of the walkers as they eased their assault on him. All he could feel in that moment was cold, lifeless hands clawing at him and foul breath beating down on his skin.

“No!” he cried out, then he called your name, begging you not to come closer. If you did, you’d surely die, your lack of experience with herds working against you, but there was nothing he could do.

With a deep, shaky huff, you raised your knife to strike down on the first walker’s head you could get your sights on. It came towards you then, its jaw unhinged and dripping blood, with pink flesh caught in its teeth. You could only hope in that moment that that flesh did not belong to your love, and that you weren’t too late.

And then, before you could even bring your knife down, you felt a sudden weight around your waist, pulling you back. An arm.

The startling motion knocked the wind out of you as the body behind you twirled you around quickly, attempting to drag you away. But you did not recognize the gauntlet on the man’s hand, the steel not emblazoned with the crest of your family. No, this arm did not belong to anyone you knew, or could trust.

Amidst the chaos, you attempted to turn in the man’s arms, but he was stronger, strangling your wrist until your knife clattered to the floor. “Let go of me!” you cried out, and above the sound of the walkers snarling, Daryl heard you, but he was sinking to the floor now, the oppressive weight of the herd all around him bearing down and forcing his body to crumple like paper beneath them, their mangled hands reaching out to grab him.

He cried out your name, desperately. Not for you to save him, but for him to save you. All he could see of you, through the gaps between the walkers’ jagged bodies, was your face looking back at him, while the helmeted knight behind you dragged you away.

“Daryl! No!”

You kicked and screamed and sobbed and flailed whatever limbs you could still have some control over, but the knight did not let go of you, as all around you, more knights in unfamiliar armor cleared a path back into the keep, towards the tunnels.

It was only until you turned around that you saw it—the knight’s tabard of black and red, and the heraldry of House Smith.

The last thing you saw, before the burlap sack was tossed over your head, was the herd closing in, dipping down to finally tear Daryl completely from your line of sight. All you heard was his scream:

“No, please, no!”

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nekole-doodles · 26 days ago

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Part #6 of DSMP-coded songs! This time Fanfic/AU editions! Also, there might be spoilers for some of these fics so be warned!

TNT Duo in Shadows and Ice by FlameDraco (slight spoiler warning)

(Admittedly, the beginning of the song doesn't match up with the story BUT HEAR ME OUT)

"There's no God to award me a crown" Giving the vibes of Wilbur when he was sacrificed and him being very bitter about it all(also the fact he thought he was going to die), especially when he did everything his parents(which were the rulers of the kingdom) wanted of him. He basically kind of accepted that he was going to die at that moment, even if he was very bitter about it.

"All the sparks that went dark in my gut" Wilbur basically talking about all the times he stayed silent even though he really wanted to speak against his parents.

"Dress me in red and throw your roses" Wilbur to Quackity since Quackity said that Wilbur looks good in red, which is one of the Unseelie court colors, and also a bit of a reference to the garden scene when Quackity tucked the rose behind Wilbur's ear

"But I'm always feeding them, the ugliest parts of me" Quackity talking about whenever he gives into the impulses of the shadows/his inner impulsive thoughts and Quackity internally admitted that they were the darkest parts of himself.

"All of the words I've swallowed, All of the sharp things I kept in my mouth" Again, Wilbur referring to whenever he kept his mouth shut when he wanted to speak against his parents.

"Take me to war, Honey I dare you" Referring to the deal Wilbur and Quackity made in the first chapter where Quackity asked that Wilbur give information of the kingdom and the castle for an advantage in the war, and Wilbur asked for the chance to tear down the capital as revenge to his parents sacrificing him and everyone who knew not trying to stop it.

"I'll be the sweetest thing To ever scare you" Quackity to Wilbur, mostly in the beginning because Quackity's eldritch form scared Wilbur when he first saw it and it took some getting used to. But even though Quackity initially scared Wilbur, he ended up giving Wilbur a very comfortable life in his court, an even sweeter life than he had with his parents.

"Give me a fight I can't resist, Give me something to break with my fists" Again, Wilbur wanting the opportunity to take down the capital as revenge for being sacrificed like he meant nothing. He has a lot of wrath and vengeance inside of him.

"All of the ire I've swallowed, All of the coals that still sit in my gut, I am always burning up" Again, Wilbur's wrath and desire for revenge

Put your game face on by cheeziteater/A general college rival TNT Duo AU with a rivals to friends to lovers plot

This song would definitely mark the point in TNT Duo's relationship where there is a shift in their dynamic. For a general college rival AU, rather than specifically "put your game face on," I feel like this would be the morning after the two of them ended up having a pretty emotional and vulnerable talk with each other laye at night where they learned a lot about each other and realized that they have some sort of feelings for each other. But when they wake up, they aren't sure where to go from there and are afraid to change the dynamic they already have too much, so they're stuck between pretending their late night chat never happened and going back to being rivals, or actually trying to become friends and maybe something more.

Wilbur from Unlikely Events by Nymphii

Basically, UE! Wilbur's character development through Unlikely Events as he starts healing from grieving and being on a downward spiral for the past 3 years. The main lines that stuck out to me as UE! Wilbur, which caused me to associate this song with UE! Wilbur, were the lines "I stopped wishing I was dead, Learned to love myself before anyone else, Become more than just a burden," because it reminds me of how he initially felt like he was a burden/obligation when Tommy tried taking care of Wilbur. Then as he began to heal, he didn't feel like that as much anymore.

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loveneversleepss · 2 years ago

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3. Lust

Warnings: switch povs, cursing, degrading names(slut,whore), nicknames, argument, some tension, manipulation?, smut(yeah..), unprotected sex, Mwah 💋 long asf.

Lix’s pov

Y/n..

How did I miss all the signs?

The pink hair? Heart necklace which she never took off. The compulsion I felt when I first made eye contact with her. The irresistible thoughts. The reason why she was being chased by that group of men.

It was all there and I overlooked her. I never even thought it was her. How could I be so stupid?

Now she has both lust and envy. She has always been a step farther than all of us. Now she proves it. She will definitely take revenge on me…

~~~~~

Dumb little boys. They practically gave you their rings. So stupid. Now it’s time for your reign to begin. Starting with your first appearance..

Kingdom of lust.. definitely is a place with no rules. Freedom to do whatever you want. Parties all night. Food. Drinking. Drugs. Sex. You name it.

You reach the gates of your castle. Noticing it’s abandoned and vines are growing all over. Tsk tsk. This is definitely going to need some work. But first you need some helpers…

“What are you doing?” You turn around to see a woman. Skinny and short. You take a step closer to her. Making eye contact. “Why don’t you go find people to help me, hm?” She immediately turns around and starts talking to other people.

Shortly after a while a big crowd is surrounding you. Time for introductions.

“What a crowd. So this is how you greet your queen?” The crowd looks at each other in disbelief. Muttering and mumbling. You smirk. “Hush now. Do you need some proof?” You move your hair to show your necklace. It shining brightly in the light. “Ahh also not only queen of one kingdom. But two. I now own both the lust and envy kingdom.” Showing your rings on your hands. You turn around using your newly gained powers to move the vines off the gate.

“Shall we go in?” You place your hand ok the gate. A loud flash sparks up as a firework explodes in the air. In shape of a heart. You walk in, the vines falling from beside you. The fountains turning on. The vine magically disappearing of the walls. The castle looking immediately alive. Looks like you didn’t have to do much.

The doors open in front of you as you step in. The clicking of your heels echoing in the large room. A grand staircase. Infinite rooms. You order people to get food, drinks, clothes, etc.. them bringing them immediately inside the castle. “Excuse me.” A small voice asks you. It’s a girl. Barely at the age of 7.

You bend down and smile at her. “Aren’t you a pretty little girl.” She smiles wide at you. “But.. you don’t look like a queen. Where’s your crown.” You frown at her and stand up. She’s right. What kind of queen doesn’t own a crown. “Go ahead and run along.” She quickly turns and runs away.

But first. You need the kingdoms to know who you are. “You. Spread the word. Let every kingdom know who I am.” The man bows and runs. This people are so easy. You walk around the halls of your new home. Taking notice of a particular room.

“Oh my queen.” A woman bows to you. “Do you know what this room is?” You ask her. She shakes her head. “We tried to open it but it’s enchanted. Only you can open it.” You nod your head. “You can go now.” Making sure the girl leaves before you attempt to open the door.

Placing your hand on the door. It slowly opening for you. Slowly you walk in. How eye opening..

~~~ Linos pov

“Did you see this?” Chan comes rushing up to us. I gathered everyone together again to discuss our situation. We take a look at what’s in his hand. A paper. Announcing that y/n has two kingdoms. Dammit.

“Now what do we do?” Hyunjin asks.

“Well it says here tonight she’s having a party.”Jeongin says.

“Why would we go to that? It’s a set up.” Han adds.

“I mean if we don’t go we’re basically saying we don’t like her. She might get angry and take revenge.” Changbin argues.

“How about this. Only one of us go. To scope out her thoughts and actions. Then come back and report everything.” I say.

“But who would go?” Felix asks.

We all look at each other. All a little scared to speak up.

“Definitely not you two. You already lost your rings. We need someone.. who can get out of there without being seen..” Seungmin says.

We all turn to Hyunjin. He looks at us confused. Then it hits him.

“Oh hell no. No way. Im not gonna sacrifice myself.” Hyunjin yells and tries to walk away. Chan grabbing his arm and bring him back.

“You have to. You can slow down the time to get past everyone and just to her. Without being seen.” I say trying to convince him. He huffs and pouts his lip. “Just don’t fall for her tricks. That is her power. Be careful.”

“Can’t believe this..”

~~ Hyunjin’s pov

It’s about 9:00. Im being forced to go to this stupid party. Which I most likely will lose my powers. I just gotta be careful. Keep my distance. Just ask her some questions and get out of there.

Walking up to the gates of this hell hole. Holy shit. This is crazy. There must be at least 3 thousand people here. Guess it’s time to use my powers.

Ahh nothing more peaceful than time slowing down. Now to find y/n. Hmm not here. How about upstairs? There’s a door open.. I open it slowly. Walking inside. Noticing a watch on the floor.

“Hello hyunjin.” Y/n says as she comes up behind me. Shutting the door. She’s dressed in a tightly fitted dress. Heels. And a small crown on her head. She walks past me. Her sweet scent filling my nose. Damn. Don’t really blame Lee know and Felix for hitting that. But that’s not why I’m here.

“Sit. Don’t worry. I don’t want your bracelet.” I stare at her as she sits down in the chair across from me. I reluctantly take the seat next to me. She smiles and tilts her head. “So I assume you came to ask me about everything?” I nod my head. She leans back in the chair, crossing her legs. “Ask away. I promise to answer truthfully.”

I clear my throat. Trying to gain confidence. “Why did you take the rings?” She smirks. “Ah well that was easy. Like taking candy from a baby. You see I planned it all from the beginning. Gain trust from Felix. From Lee know. Then when least expected take it. Not so hard really.”

I fidget with the edge of my pants. “But why?” She hesitates for a second. “Well I wanted to see what would happen. And you would never believe what I found out.” She leans on the table separating us. Her eyes piercing into mine. “You see when I found this necklace. I got my memories back. Tell me.. did you get yours?” I shake my head no. She laughs smuggly.

“There’s a room in this castle. Retelling the story of this world we know. We all know it. The holder who holds all is granted a wish. But one thing it says is.. the greatest holder of lust can restore memories. This holder is destined to hold all. They will either wish to create chaos or restore peace.. that holder is me.” I look at her in disbelief. I don’t believe her.

“Don’t believe me? Fine. I’ll prove it to you.” She gets up and walks towards me. I get up quickly and back away from her. She rolls her eyes. “Jeez relax. I don’t want your powers.. just stand still.” She walks closer. She brings her hand up in a fist and blows a powder in my face. All I see next is black.

Until.. a memory comes up. Me. In the old world. I’m performing on a stage. I’m dancing with a group. Who are these people. I can’t see their faces…

“Hyunjin?” I open my eyes to see y/n above me. I’m on the floor. “What. The. Fuck. Was. That?” She grabs my hand, bringing me up on my feet. “A memory.” I quickly look at my hand and still see the bracelet there. “See I didn’t take it.” I still don’t trust her. “I wanna see this room.” She motions me to follow her.

She leads me to a door. She swishes her hand and it opens. I step in and words start to fill my head. Telling the same story she told me. I walk out quickly. Looking at her. “Believe me now?” I cross my arms. “I want to see that memory again.” She rolls her eyes and walks away from me. Walking back to the room we were in earlier.

“Lay down. Don’t want you to fall on your head again.” I listen this time. Quickly laying down on the bed. Guessing this is her room. She comes and sits next to me. “I’m still new to this so it might now be the same memory..” I nod my head. She blows again and I see black.

I’m here again on this stage. I can hear the crowd screaming. The music. My voice singing out loud. I see a big screen. The name Straykids showing. Is that what we are? What were called? But who are these people next to me? There is 8..

“Hyunjin?” I open my eyes. Feeling a year drop down my cheek. Her hands are cupping my face. She wipes away my tear. “Shh. It’s okay.” I close my eyes. Remembering the feeling I felt. Wishing i could go back. Her hands are so soft. Her smell.

Fuck. No. Stop. I pull her hands off me. Sitting up. “I wanna see again.” She shakes her head no. “That’s enough for today.” No. I need to see it again. “Please.” I grab her hand. She looks up at me. “Not today.. another time. Too much in one day. You took longer to wake up.” She attempts to slip away again.

I pull her back. Accidentally making her bump into me. Her falling and landing on top of me. “Please I’ll do anything..”

~~ your pov

He looks you up and down with puppy dog eyes. This position putting you in a familiar mood. Is there nothing more attractive than a begging man? There isn’t. You sit up on him. Straddling him. You cup his face again. “You have to understand me. If I show you more.. I don’t know if you’ll wake up.” He looks down. You let your forehead fall against his. Something sparks.

He gained another memory. A quick one. He looks up quickly at you. “Do that again.” You do so. This time he gains another without fainting. “This is good. I’m awake. I wonder if..” he stops his sentence. Staring deeply into your eyes. He cups your cheek. Leaning in slowly. Placing a soft kiss on your lips. His lips are soft and gentle.

Bringing your arms around his neck. His hands attaching to your waist being your body closer to his. Taking small breaths in between your kisses. He turns you over on your back. Still kissing you. You open your mouth slightly. His tongue coming into your mouth. He’s definitely the best kisser.

His kisses lead down to your neck then your breasts. Soft sucks barely leaving a trace.

Tbc

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