#wait for me my beautiful glorious prince !!!!!

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wait for me hondo…. tokyo isn’t too far …..

[moonlightrafe]

Blood Lust

summary: With his ego inflated after Rook’s Rest, Aemond makes another move against the blacks — taking you.

pairing: Aemond x Niece!Reader

word count: 1.8k+

warnings: Explicit smut, dark!Aemond, incest, oral sex (f recieving), p in v sex, heavy dubcon, loss of virginity, mention of blood, knife play, angst!!! 18+ MDNI

Destiny was a fickle thing but Aemond Targaryen knew three things for certain: he was destined to lose an eye, destined to claim the largest dragon of the known world and destined to be with you.

For as long as Aemond could remember, he wanted you, dreamed of you. The mere thought of you made his cock ache at any moment.

It was not as if Aemond had no other options. There were plenty of Lord’s willing to send their daughters to King’s Landing to be married off to a prince.

As lovely as those girls might have been, they all shared the same detrimental flaw: they simply were not you. You were a member of House Targaryen — bastard born or not, the blood of Old Valyria ran deep within your veins. You were a skilled dragon rider, you carried yourself with grace, held a quick wit, spoke your mother tongue. Above all else, you had been there for Aemond when no one else was. You were perfect.

Aemond had no interest in being betrothed to a Baratheon or a Lannister, nor an Arryn or a Stark; even the most beautiful girl the Tyrell’s had to offer would simply never compare. After a denied proposal for a betrothal and you being taken away to Dragonstone Aemond felt powerless — until now.

Your entire body aches as you make out your surroundings. You had been taken in the middle of the night, forced onto dragon back with your hands and feet tied.

“Listen to me,” your uncle says as he crouches in front of you, “if you scream the guards will come and you’ll be thrown in the dungeons. You have no friends here except me. Do you understand?”

You nod your head in agreement, desperate to be free of the makeshift gag he had made for you.

“Aemond, this is treason,” you state plainly.

“Treason, would be betraying the crown, sweet niece,” he responds, “I am the crown.”

“Fuck you!” you grumble at him.

“Iksos bona skoros ao jaelagon?” Is that what you want?

Against your better judgment, you spit right in his face, observing him nervously as he wipes it away.

“Fiesty little thing you are.”

“What do you want with me, Aemond? Will you force me to kneel before you? Carve out my eye? Perhaps I’ll suffer the same fate as my brother?”

Ah, Lucerys. He was waiting for you to bring that up.

“While I’m sure that seeing you on your knees is a glorious sight, I have other plans for you.”

“I have no desire to bed you, Aemond. I am betrothed.”

The smirk on his face slightly drops at that. Betrothed.

“And where is Lord Stark now?” He questions casually.

“Preparing his army for war.”

“I wonder how it must feel?” he goes on, “to be whored out? Practically sold like a broodmare so that your pretender of a mother can build herself an army?”

“Better to be his whore than your war prize.”

The mask of cruelty on Aemond's face fades for a moment, and for a second, he almost looks hurt at your words.

“Is that what you think? That you’re merely a ‘prize’? You wound me, dear niece. Do you not remember that I love you?”

Ice fills your veins at his confession and your heart drops into your stomach. Things could’ve been different, they should’ve been.

“I don’t understand why things had to escalate in this way, Aemond,” you say as you start to cry, “you could’ve —“ you choke back a sob, “you could’ve had me.”

Aemond takes your chin in his hands as he lets out a laugh.

“I do have you, baby.”

Fear courses through you at his words. Aemond unsheathes a knife from his jacket pocket and holds it to your chest for a brief moment before pulling away.

“Hold still,” he demands as he cuts the rope that holds your ankles together.

You wince as Aemond forcefully spreads your legs apart, violently cutting a hole into your undergarments, exposing your cunt to him.

“Tell me, has Stark fucked this pretty little pussy yet?”

He knows he hasn’t, he knows you and Cregan still have yet to meet. He wants to hear you say it.

“N-no,” you stutter as you continue to cry. Gods, you look so pretty when you cry, Aemond thinks to himself. He only smirks in response.

“You are still a maiden, right, sweet one? You haven’t let little Lord Strong defile you, have you?”

“Gods, Aemond. No.”

“Hm,” Aemond frowns, “a shame for him, really. Now he’ll never have the chance being that you will never see him again.”

“They’ll come for you,” you tell him.

“If they wish to keep me away from you and your perfect cunt they’ll have to kill you,” he muses, “But even then…”

A darkness takes over your uncles face and you soon realize the Aemond you once knew is gone. You are dealing with a whole new monster. He is an animal, a beast — and you are merely prey.

“Do you touch yourself?” he asks, pulling you from your thoughts.

“S-sometimes,” you whisper, feeling ashamed, but finding it difficult to lie to him.

“What do you think about when you do?”

“Not you,” you retort.

He runs two fingers through your soft folds, causing you to gasp, before bringing his fingers up to the light.

“Liar,” he states as his fingers glisten, coated in your slick. “You know you don’t have to lie to me, baby. I think about you, too…”

You can’t help but notice the evident bulge in your uncle's pants, his cock strains against the delicate fabric. You can tell how big he is. You try your best to divert your gaze elsewhere.

“Now, I’m going to untie your wrists. Might I remind you of what I said earlier: You are far better off in here, with me, than out there,” he says, pointing to the door with his dagger.

You’re not sure if you believe him. At this point, you might prefer to be thrown in the dungeon with the rats, left to starve. Instead of arguing, you simply nod your head as Aemond cuts you free.

You feel wobbly as you stand on your feet, Aemond holds your hands as you gain your composure. Your ankles and wrists feel sore, but Aemond rubs his thumb against your wrist soothingly.

Your heart is practically beating out of your chest as that familiar ache between your legs begins to grow. You know you shouldn't be aroused by this behavior, but your body is betraying you.

Aemond picks you up swiftly and places you onto his bed. There was a time where you dreamed of this. If only your younger self could see you now.

Your thoughts are interrupted once again as Aemond’s large hand wraps around your throat. He squeezes lightly, trying to keep you in your place. You make a feeble attempt to push him away, but he is too strong and you can’t break free.

“Please, don’t be afraid of me,” he pleads, “I need you,” the timbre of his voice is so low that you aren’t sure if he meant for you to hear. His free hand moves to your breast, massaging it roughly through your chemise.

"You are so beautiful," he says, leaning over you. You feel him press himself against you, his cock rubbing against your leg, pre-cum leaks out of the tip and smears onto your thigh.

He pushes back and nestles himself comfortably between your thighs. His dexterous fingers part your folds ever so gently, exposing you to him completely.

“Gods, you’re perfect. The most perfect girl in the entire realm,” he groans before his face is buried between your thighs. His plump lips suck at your clit as he prods at it with his tongue before moving up and down your slit. You feel yourself getting wetter, arousal leaks from your core and Aemond laps it up eagerly. On instinct, you spread your legs even further apart, your body betraying you once again.

Aemond licks harder, and you feel the soft muscle of his tongue slip inside you. A loud moan erupts from your chest as a tight knot forms in the pit of your stomach. Your hand shoots down to to tug at Aemond’s silver tresses.

You’re so close, you’ve never been touched like this before and one final glide of his tongue pushes you over the edge. You cry out loudly as you cum, your vision going blurry as your cunt contracts around him.

Aemond pulls himself from your core and stands up, grabbing your hips. He harshly pulls you to the edge of the bed and you feel his cock pressing against you. You eagerly push towards him this time. There is no point in fighting him. You gasp as he enters you fully, filling you completely. The stretch is overwhelming, a tight burning sensation. The fullness begins to feel good as your silky walls flutter around him.

“Just relax,” he coos, “I know you want me.”

You feel his cock twitch inside you slightly as he groans, leaning down to bite your shoulder.

“Fuuuck,” he drawls, “you’re so tight and wet, baby, so perfect; just like I dreamed you would be.”

Your cheeks bloom crimson at his praise and you wrap your arms around his neck, holding him tightly as he fucks into you. The sharp pain soon fades into pleasure. The fat tip of his cock relentlessly bullies that sweet spot inside you that you were never able to reach on your own.

Aemond reaches up to paw at your breast, pinching at your nipple roughly, and a wave of pleasure crashes over you. Your spine tingles and your toes curl, causing you to moan in response.

"You think Stark could fuck you like this? Make you feel the way I do? That anyone could?" He rasps as his thrusts become relentless. He slaps your face when you fail to give him an answer. A shameful whimper escapes you.

"Answer. Me." he demands between thrusts, his teeth gritted together, his thumb swiping over the rosy, delicate flesh where he hit you.

“N-no, Aemond! Only you, just you! I'm sorry!” you all but choke out to him.

“That’s right, my sweet. You were fuckin’ made for me,” he grunts before pausing his thrusts, his hips stuttering before he pulls his cock out of you almost entirely. Making note of the blood that coats his shaft, hoping you don’t notice.

“You know it, I know it, your mother knows it,” he grits out, “you’re mine.”

“Yes, Aemond, I’m — fuck! I’m yours,” you mewl.

“Do you love me?" he asks, your mind is hazy, and stars blur your vision as he continues to drill into you. Even while he is taking control, his insecurity still has a way of shining through his cruel demeanor.

You loved him once, long ago. Maybe you could love him again? You know the answer he is looking for is not ‘maybe.’

"Kessa, Avy jorrāelan." Yes, I love you.

Aemond grins at this, impressed with your knowledge of your shared mother tongue.

He slams his cock into you full force, stilling as he presses hard against your cervix, making you cry out again. His hand tangles in your hair as he places his forehead against yours.

“I’m not gonna last much longer,” he tells you.

You grip at his hips, pulling him into you.

“C-cum inside me,” you moan through bated breaths, “claim me as your own, once and for all.”

“You’ve always been mine,” he says as he complies, pushing into you deeply as he shoots his hot cum inside of you, warmth blooming in your chest as he does so; before collapsing on top of you.

“What happens now?” you ask, as he gently pulls himself out of your heat, allowing his seed to seep onto the bed sheets.

“This is just the beginning.”

[maplesyrupsainz]

˖⁺｡˚⋆˙opposites attract | CL16˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

pairing: charles leclerc x tattoo artist!reader y/n (she/her) x alexandra saint mleux

genre: social media au, polyamory

warnings: polyamory, some sexual innuendo

summary: in which no one actually believes your new partners could actually like you

a/n: LOVE this request i jus chose charles & alex coz i figured they r both sweet and tattooless LOL they dnt rly match y/n vibe hehe i luv it tysmmm

request!!!: reader is a tattoo artist of at least heavily tattooed. I’m talking big tattoos all over her body. I imagine that no one believes they could be together let alone be friends because it’s someone you totally wouldn’t expect to be with a driver and his girlfriend? I’m open for any driver x wag pair :))

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yourusername so much fun in monaco this week – got to do some super cool tattoos among other things!

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user1 alex in the likes

user2 why would they be friends 💀

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yourbff sooo cool

yourusername ilysm

user5 who's the man lol

user6 who is she???

user7 tattoo artist who's been seen out with alex

user8 who cares bro 😂

user9 idk ppl r so dramatic and nosy lol

alexandrasaintmleux me next! 🙋‍♀️

yourusername i could never mark that glorious skin of yours

alexandrasaintmleux not what you were saying last night .......

charles_leclerc 😂😂😂

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f1wagupdates (your nationality) tattoo artist y/n y/l/n was spotted driving one of charles leclerc's cars this weekend in italy, following rumours of her newfound "friendship" with him and his girlfriend, alexandra saint mleux

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user20 not y/n liking this post lol

user21 i kind of love her

user22 threesome alert threesome alert

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yourbff she looks good in red

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alexandrasaintmleux all in good time 🤓

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user33 this pairing makes no sense

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user34 AHHHHH stop it

user35 omg wait what?

user36 WAS THREESOME ALERT THREESOME ALERT REAL???

user37 YESSSS F1 POLYAMORY

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alexandrasaintmleux our tattooed goddess 💘

charles_leclerc she is so majestic!

alexandrasaintmleux unbelievably beautiful

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user43 i can't believe it's real omg

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yourusername im so lucky to know you guys! you know what they say, opposites attract 😉

charles_leclerc forever and always ❤️

alexandrasaintmleux our missing piece 🧩

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[lionneee]

Council meeting

English is not my first language, please be kind

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•Warnings: exhibitionism, oral sex, public sex.•

Prince!Regent!Aemond x Wife!Reader

The sound was well explicit, and everyone at the council table was trying to ignore it.

But it was hard.

As hard as Aemond’s cock as he kept pushing your head down.

You put your hands on his thighs, gagging and coughing as his length touched the back of your throat, again.

Aemond’s hand was in your hair, gripping them tightly as he guided you movements, decided the pace, decided when you could breathe.

“My Prince, we should discuss our next move-” Ser Tyland Lannister was the one who talked first, looking down at the table, not daring to look at the Prince Regent in the face.

“Go on then.” He groaned as he looked down under the table, his single eye making contact with yours immediately.

It was a sight he would never grow tired of.

He looked back up at the men around the table, waiting for them to speak.

Lord Jasper Wylde was trying hard to ignore the background sounds, or to not let his mind imagine the Prince Regent wife sucking the Prince’s cock right under the same table they were all sitting on.

Based on everyone’s look, they were all trying to do so.

“My Prince-” Orwyle spoke with a composed voice, but he was quickly interrupted by Aemond’s groan as he forced your head lower, keeping you there as he bucked his hips up, leaning back against his seat.

You dug your fingers in his pants as you tried to stay still, swallowing around his cock to contain the urge to cough and pull back.

He lets you raise your head with a sigh, pulling you up until your lips are wrapped around his head.

“Go on, I said.” He grunted as he quickly glanced down at you, before turning his attention to Orwyle looked down at his table, the embarrassment and unease clear on his face, but he did talk regardless.

“Ser Criston Cole, the Hand, has done a successful job, bringing us glorious victories.”

You could barely hear him, you were focused on making short quick movements with your head, concentrating on the head of his beautiful cock, caressing the spongy skin with your tongue as you hollow your cheeks, trying to give him more pleasure. In the meanwhile, your hand worked the rest of his length, jarking him quickly.

“So?” He growled.

“He asked for new directives, or when you will meet him in battle.” He concluded. “Perhaps on Vaghar’s back.” He added, then he took a deep breath, as if he just gave the hardest speech in his life.

“Soon.” The Prince sighed as he pushed your head down again, and you silently complied, sinking your head down on his cock, moving your mouth and hand together, squeezing him lightly as you caressed him with your tongue. “I have other duties here now.” He grinned as he looked back down at you, his wife.

“Of course, my Prince.” Orwyle leaned his head down.

“Ser Tyland.” Aemond groaned as he started bobbing your head up and down, quickly, harshly, uncontrolled.

He was close.

“Update me on the situation.” Aemond grunted as he kept his eye down, fixated on the sight of you, kneeling between his legs under the table with his cock in your mouth, tears running down your face and the pleading look in your eyes.

“God –” He mumbled, he quickly stopped listening as he felt your tongue press against the tip of his cock, you tasted his precum, mixed with the flavor of his skin as you looked up at him through your eyelashes.

He forced your head down, making you break eye contact, your nose was pressed against his pubic bone as you gagged and coughed around his length, trying to take him as much as he forced you to.

He wrapped his arm around your head, keeping you down as he curled up, his lips reaching your ear as he kept bucking his hips up, trying to fuck your throat as deep as he could.

“Keep going –” He moaned as he moaned in your ear. “I’m gonna come in your mouth, wife-” He groaned as you moaned around him at his words, the vibrations of your songs sending shivers of pleasure through his body. “And you’ll walk out with your mouth full-” He moaned again as he jerked his hips up again.

You moaned as you tried to hollow your cheeks as much as you could to bring him over the edge and collect your prize.

Your hands clutched his leather jacket, the other slipped under it, scratching his skin, but he immediately grabbed your wrist, not allowing you to let it wander further.

“Don’t swallow it.” He hissed. “Not until you’re about to walk out of the room —“ He managed to finish his sentence, then with a low grunt, he finally came in your mouth, bucking his hips up the last few times to ride out his orgasm.

You pulled away once you felt his cock stop twitching, and looked up at him. 

He smirked down at you and tucked himself back in his breeches, then he pulled his chair back and helped you out of the table and on your feet.

You felt suddenly aware of everyone’s presence.

You kept your eyes on your husband to not die in shame as he sat back on his seat, putting his hands on the table.

“So let’s plan our next move.” He said, and you knew it was his sign for you to leave. 

You could feel everyone’s eyes on you, but you kept your chin up, you turned around and started walking towards the large door, the guards opened it for you, and you turned back to look at your husband one last time before leaving.

When you met his eye, you found it already on you, so you swallowed and only after his nod of approval, you hurried out of the room for good, leaving the uncomfortable and embarrassed gaze of the council members behind you.

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[heliosunny]

A part 3 of yandere Mydei x knight reader. But one of the reader's assassin friends visited to help them but before they reminisce and do a little sword/dagger dance like they did when they were little. But a certain someone HATED seeing this...

Yandere!Mydei x Knight!Reader

[part 3]

Visit [part 1]; [part 2]

After exposing Lady Callista’s treachery, you meet someone from your past, a fellow assassin, a woman both deadly and stunning.

The city streets are alive with the glow of lanterns, the scent of roasted meat and sweet wines drifting through the cool night air. You move like a shadow, blending into the crowd, savoring the rare moment of freedom. Mydei had given it to you, or so he claimed.

“You deserve a reward, my dear” he had murmured after Lady Callista’s demise. “Go where you please tonight. Enjoy yourself.”

You took it anyway, slipping out of the palace like the assassin you once were. And that’s when you see her.

She leans against the wooden rail of a bridge, bathed in the silver light of the moon.

A woman of breathtaking beauty, long, silken hair cascading over her shoulders, eyes that hold secrets and lips that curve in amusement as she watches the city below.

“Took you long enough, darling.”

Your lips part in shock. “You’re supposed to be dead.”

She turns to face you fully, her fingers brushing against your cheek, too familiar, too warm.

“You didn’t think I’d die so easily, did you?”

Her name is Selene, an assassin like you.

A friend. A partner. A ghost of your past that you thought you’d never see again. The two of you sit atop a rooftop, away from prying eyes.

“So” she drawls, stretching her arms above her head. “I hear you’ve been playing knight for the oh-so-glorious prince Mydei.”

You glare. “It’s not like that.”

She smirks. “Oh? Then what’s it like, darling? Does he let you off his leash, or does he just tighten the chain when you run too far?”

You say nothing.

Because she’s right.

“You could leave, you know.”

You exhale. “It’s not that simple.”

She hums, considering. “Then stay with me, at least. We have a bond, you and I. Something that man will never understand.”

You return to the palace at dawn.

And Mydei is waiting. His fingers tapping against his throne.

“You were gone for quite some time, my dear” he murmurs. “I wonder… what kept you?”

“Ah.” He leans forward, a slow, knowing smirk curling his lips. “It was her, wasn’t it?”

“Selene.” Mydei already knows.

“Tell me, my dear knight” Mydei murmurs, tracing his fingers along your arm, his touch deceptively gentle. “What makes her so special to you?”

Your jaw tightens. “That’s none of your concern.”

“But it is.”

You meet his gaze, unyielding. “She’s my friend.”

“Friend?” Mydei repeats “No, my dear. She is a distraction. A relic of your past. And I do not share.”

“You will not see her again.”

You don’t respond. Because you will.

And Mydei knows it. Which is why, as he presses a slow, deliberate kiss to your forehead, his voice is almost a whisper.

“I wonder, my dear… Will she still be beautiful when she’s dead?”

Selene is a master of deception.

She slips past palace guards like a whisper in the wind.

She visits you often, without Mydei knowing. Or so you think.

Until one night, she confronts him alone.

The palace is a fortress. Tall marble walls. Elite guards. The finest security Mydei’s wealth can provide. And yet, Selene walks through it as if she owns the place. She slips past locked doors, secret passageways, hidden corridors, until she reaches you.

Your chamber.

She pushes the door open without a sound.

And there you are fast asleep, oblivious.

Selene exhales softly, a smirk curling her lips. “Still so careless, darling.”

She sits at the edge of your bed, watching you.

She doesn’t wake you because she already knows what she came here to do.

Mydei’s private chamber. She slips inside, silent as a blade, only to find him already waiting.

“Ah” Mydei murmurs, reclining lazily in his chair. “So the little ghost reveals herself.”

“Your security is pathetic” she muses, crossing her arms. “Then again, you don’t actually believe anyone could take Y/n from you, do you?”

Mydei chuckles, pleased. “My dear knight, you mean?”

His fingers tap against the polished wood of his desk.

Selene’s gaze hardens. “They are not yours.”

Mydei sighs, as if bored. “How odd. They live in my palace, wear my colors, carry my mark. What does that sound like to you?”

“A prison.”

His lips curve into a smirk.

“A home, dear Selene.”

Selene takes a slow step forward, voice dropping into something cold.

“They don’t belong to you, Mydei. And they never will.”

Mydei stands. He is taller than her. Broader. A prince bathed in golden light, regal and untouchable.

But Selene?

Selene is a creature of the dark. And she is not afraid of him.

“Tell me,” Mydei muses, “why should I let you live?”

Selene smirks. “Because if I disappear, they’ll know it was you.”

Mydei chuckles, unimpressed. “And if I make it look like an accident?”

Selene tilts her head. “Then I’ll simply take you with me.”

For a long moment, they study each other.

A prince draped in gold. A ghost wrapped in silk.

Two monsters in their own right.

“You’re afraid.”

Mydei’s eyes narrow. “Afraid?”

“Afraid of what we have. Afraid of the bond we share.”

She steps closer, close enough to see the flicker of something dangerous in his gaze.

“You know what we mean to each other, Mydei” she whispers. “And that’s why you hate me.”

Mydei says nothing.

Selene’s smirk widens. “Don’t worry, my prince. I won’t take them away.”

Her voice drops into something mocking.

“But they will leave on their own.”

She turns away. And just before she disappears into the shadows, she leaves him with one final whisper

“Enjoy your throne while it lasts, Mydei.”

“Because one day… you’ll be sitting on it alone.”

Mydei does not move for a long time.

Selene was a nuisance. But now?

Now she was a threat.

“Oh, my dear knight” he murmurs, gaze turning toward your chamber. “It seems you need a reminder of where you truly belong.”

And he will make sure you never leave his side again.

The annual Hunting Contest begins, a grand event among the nobles, where power is displayed through skill, strategy, and bloodshed.

Prince Mydei, the golden star of the hunt, is adored by many noble ladies.

You, his “knight” are given a new order: keep them away.

You stood beside his white stallion, arms crossed, blades hidden beneath your cloak.

“Look at them” Mydei mused, adjusting the gloves on his hands. “Fawning over me like wolves in heat.”

Your gaze flicked across the field. Noblewomen watched from their shaded pavilions, whispering, giggling, some already planning to attach themselves to the prince.

You sighed. How annoying.

Mydei smirked. “Are you jealous, my dear?”

You rolled your eyes. “Hardly. But if you want to avoid them, you shouldn’t have brought me.”

His golden eyes gleamed. “Oh, but that is exactly why I brought you.”

Before you could question it, he leaned closer, his voice brushing against your ear.

“You will be my shield today, my dear assassin. Keep them away.”

Great.

The hunt lasted long into the evening.

As expected, Mydei was the star, cutting through beasts like an artist with a blade, laughing as blood splattered his white attire.

Women watched with adoration, fascination. By the time the nobles returned to their tents, the forest was filled with whispers, music, and lingering gazes.

You were sharpening your dagger when you felt it. A presence.

Someone approaching Mydei’s tent.

You slipped into the shadows, watching as a woman in a silk gown moved toward the prince’s private quarters, her veil drawn low. A noblewoman. And she was not supposed to be here. You were about to grab her when a hand wrapped around your wrist.

“Inside. Now.”

Before you could protest, he pulled you into his tent. You barely had time to react before his hands pressed against your waist.

Your breath hitched. “What the hell are you—?”

“Shh.” His lips brushed against your ear, his tone mocking, smug. “We have an audience.”

Outside, the noblewoman hesitated. You could see her shadowed figure beyond the silk curtains, hear her faint breathing. She was listening.

Mydei smirked. “Let’s give her a show, shall we?”

He leaned in. His nose brushed against your neck, lips ghosting over your skin.

“You play your role well, assassin” he murmured, his voice laced with amusement.

You clenched your jaw, hands pressed against his chest to push him away, but he didn’t budge.

“She’s still there” he whispered. “Are you really so shy, my dear?”

You gritted your teeth. Fine. Two can play this game.

You tilted your head just enough to brush your lips against his ear, voice dripping with false sweetness.

“I could stab you right now, you know.”

Mydei chuckled.

“And yet you don’t.”

Outside, the noblewoman gasped softly.

“Why, my dear assassin…I think you rather enjoyed that.”

Slowly, deliberately, you close the space he thought was his to control. Mydei’s smile did not waver.

"Should I be flattered?" you murmured, your voice softer, more taunting. "Or should I worry that you're so easily entertained?"

His eyes flickered, not with annoyance, but intrigue.

"You wound me" he said "If I wanted to entertain myself, I would have chosen one of those women fawning over me." His golden gaze burned into yours. "But I don’t."

You tilted your head, letting the flickering lantern light cast shadows across your smirk.

Then—you leaned in.

Close enough to make his breath hitch.

Close enough to feel his fingers tighten, just slightly.

"Then I must be special" you whispered.

You shoved him away the moment the noblewoman left, stepping back into the dim glow of the tent’s lanterns. He wants to tease you, to provoke you, to make you stumble first. But this time, you play along. And for the first time tonight, he was the one left waiting.

The next morning, rumors spread like wildfire.

And of course, Selene finds out.

"Did you hear?"

"Prince Mydei was with someone last night."

"A secret lover?"

"No one saw their face, but someone swore they heard… sounds from his tent."

Your face twitched.

"Sounds?"

Selene grinned like a devil.

"Mmm, you must have had quite the passionate night, darling."

You glared. "You know that’s not what happened."

"Oh, I know." Selene leaned in, voice dropping to a mock whisper.

"But they don’t."

You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. "How the hell did this spread so fast?"

Selene shrugged, utterly unbothered. "You know nobles—one little whisper and suddenly it’s a scandal."

"Well, let them talk" you muttered, arms crossed. "It’ll die down soon."

Selene grinned wider.

"Oh, I doubt that."

"Why?"

Selene pulled out a silk handkerchief.

Embroidered in gold. Marked with the royal insignia.

"Where did you get that?"

Selene twirled it between her fingers.

"Some poor servant found it outside Prince Mydei’s tent."

You froze.

It was yours. A gift from Mydei—given to you for “formal appearances.” You must have dropped it last night.

And now—everyone thought it was proof of an affair.

Selene’s laughter was merciless.

"Oh, darling." She wiped a fake tear. "I’ve never seen you so careless before."

You snatched it from her hands.

"If you breathe a word of this—"

"Oh, please." She patted your cheek mockingly. "I wouldn’t dream of ruining your tragic romance with our dear prince."

You groaned, already dreading how long this rumor would last.

Mydei must have heard it by now.

And knowing him—he was enjoying every second of it.

You weren’t wrong.

Sitting at the head of the nobles’ gathering, Mydei sipped his wine leisurely, his golden gaze flickering over the whispers, the stolen glances. And at the center of it all—you.

"How interesting" he murmured, setting down his glass.

"It seems my dear knight has finally been noticed."

He leaned back, pleased.

"Perhaps I should give them something more to talk about."

The rumors of your “secret affair” with Prince Mydei refuse to die down.

Rather than deny them, he makes them worse.

At breakfast, Mydei insisted on sitting beside you—closer than ever. Touching you.

His fingers ghosted over your wrist when reaching for his cup. His shoulder pressed against yours when he leaned to speak. His eyes never left you.

Whispers grew louder.

"Look how close they’ve become." "Do you think they really…?"

At training, it was worse.

You were preparing your weapons when—

"Here, let me help you."

His hands were suddenly on yours, adjusting the straps of your armor.

"I can do it myself."

"Oh, I know. But I rather enjoy taking care of you."

You could feel the gazes burning into your back.

Lady nobles whispered behind silk fans, their jealousy sharp.

"He’s never done that for anyone before." "It must be true…"

Damn it. This was exactly what he wanted.

You pulled away abruptly, stepping back.

"You’re playing a dangerous game, Mydei."

He smirked. "Am I? It seems I’m simply treating my dear knight with the affection they deserve."

Something was wrong. Your body felt too hot, too heavy, like molten iron poured through your veins. Your vision blurred, steps uneven as you stumbled down the hall. The last thing you remembered was a noblewoman handing you a drink.

You should have been fine. Poisons never affected you.

But somehow, this one did.

Your mind was slipping.

And before you knew it, you were standing in front of his door.

Mydei. The only name in your muddled thoughts.

The only presence that felt steady. Safe.

Without thinking, you pushed the door open.

"Mydei." Your voice was breathless, uneven.

He was at his desk, golden eyes flickering up. Then he stood immediately.

"What happened?" His voice was sharp, full of concern.

But you... you only stepped forward.

"I… I don’t know." Your hands clutched his coat, desperate, seeking warmth.

"Something is wrong."

His arms were around you, steadying you.

"Who did this?" His voice darkened.

"I don’t…"Your words slurred."It doesn’t matter."_

You felt his hand cup your face, fingers pressing against your pulse.

"You’re burning up" he murmured, voice lower now—almost soft.

"I’ll find who did this."

But you weren’t listening. You were watching him. Golden eyes, sharp jaw, the way the candlelight flickered across his skin. He had always been dangerous. Controlling. And yet, right now, all you wanted was to pull him closer.

So you did.

Your fingers curled into his collar, tugging him toward you.

"Stay" you murmured.

"You don’t know what you’re saying" he said, voice tight with restraint.

"Don’t I?"

Your lips brushed against his jaw—light, fleeting, teasing.

And Mydei stopped breathing.

His grip on you tightened, shaking.

"You’re not thinking clearly" he said—but his voice was strained, wavering.

"Maybe" you whispered. "Maybe I just don’t care right now."

Then, you bit him.

Sharp enough to leave a mark.

Right on his throat, where no royal scarves or armor could hide it.

"You—" His voice caught, unsteady.

But you only smirked hazily—pleased with yourself.

"Goodnight, Mydei."

And before he could react, before he could pull you back, you slipped away. Leaving him standing there breathless, frozen, wrecked.

"Did you see it?"

"Gods, it was right on his neck—"

"Who could have done that?!"

The noblewomen were losing their minds. Prince Mydei arrived at court that morning with a deep, unmistakable mark on his throat. No scarf to cover it. No explanation given. Only the slightest smirk curling at his lips as he took his seat.

Selene leaned toward you, whispering, grinning like the devil herself.

"Darling, I must say—I didn’t expect you to leave such a bold claim."

You froze.

Then, realization crashed into you like a blade to the gut.

Oh. Oh no.

Last night. The drug. The haze. The mark. Your fingers touched your lips.

What had you done?

Across the hall, Mydei caught your gaze.

And his smirk, his knowing, triumphant smirk, sent a shiver down your spine.

You had given him exactly what he wanted.

And now—he would never let you forget it.

[sarahscribbles]

Kinks Loki has

Praise kink (receiving and giving)

IDK if this classifies as a kink-Bondage?? I think he would be into the soft kind of bondage

Breeding kink but he won't admit it...unless we coax him to

𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐲

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞: 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐒𝐮𝐛!𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟕𝟓𝟐

𝐀𝐍: 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐛!𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Loki whines desperately the second your warm lips leave his cock. You watch, amused, as his hips snap up in a hopeless attempt at chasing your mouth, and how they just as quickly fall when he realises it’s an impossible endeavor. 

His strong arms are stretched out above him and restrained to the headboard by his own magic. Vibrant wisps of green encircle his wrists and pulse wildly with each tug, though they won’t go anywhere until you utter the word. 

He knows this, yet he still strains and pulls like he has a hope of escaping. It’s endearing, really.

“How many times is that, my love?” you ask, stroking his shaking thigh with your fingertips. It’s a gesture meant to reassure as much as tease. 

Your lover lies nude amongst the crumpled cream sheets, chest heaving, brow sweating, and hair fanned around him in a glorious mess of midnight curls. Your perfect, pretty prince.

“T…ten,” he replies, still panting heavily and subtly rolling his hips as bliss ebbs away from him once more. 

As it has done for the past thirty minutes. 

Your fingers continue to lightly stroke his thigh and he sighs softly at the sensation of being so openly adored. “Ten times you’ve given up your pleasure for me,” you coo, taking care to let a pause linger heavily in the air.

As expected, those big green eyes snap expectantly towards you and he seems to almost hold his breath in silent anticipation. There’s a “will she or won’t she?” etched into every line on his face, a wordless plea settled between those partly opened lips. 

Tonight, you have no intention of disappointing him.

“Such a good boy,” you praise him, scooching along the bed so you can cup his face and brush some stray curls back into place. “How lucky am I that you’re mine?”

His eyes light up beneath you, shining like pretty emeralds at your adoration. “Yours,” he repeats back softly, and you watch the rosy pink hue that stains his cheeks and the way his broad chest puffs up with pride. 

“Mhmm,” you murmur back, leaning in to nudge his nose with yours. “The prettiest prince in all the land is mine.”

A smile so soft it melts your heart curls across his lips and you can’t help but press your own firmly to his, moaning eagerly into his mouth and nipping at his bottom lip when you pull away.

He whines again and you catch the same vibrant pulsing of his restraints as he tries to pull you back in. “I’m not going anywhere, my darling,” you assure him, beginning to trail slow lazy kisses along his chest. 

Loki arches into every press of your lips against his skin, breathing out your name like a desperate prayer to the gods. He curses when your tongue runs over a nipple, and then the other, and you feel the firm muscles of his stomach jump and ripple as you continue your descent. 

“You know, I always wonder why I get such filthy looks when we step out together, but now I realise. It’s envy. They’re all envious that I have such a beautiful, gorgeous man in my bed.” You continue to lavish praise on him, hearing his deep inhale and feeling the twitch of his hips as your words roll over him.

“Please, darling,” Loki begs softly. 

Looking up, you see those beautiful eyes trained on you, watching, waiting. You run a hand soothingly along his thigh again and finally take his cock back in your mouth. 

His groan is deep and primal sends heat coursing between your own thighs, but your focus remains entirely on him. You worship him with your mouth, taking as much of his cock as you can until he’s a whimpering, whining mess above you. 

He writhes in the sheets, tugging violently on his restraints and rolling his hips almost frantically into your mouth. You don’t pause for even a second, don’t slow or ease until you feel his entire body tense and he spills into your mouth. 

You eagerly swallow every drop of him, listening to the melody of his broken gasps and moans until he’s totally, utterly spent. 

He whimpers when you kiss the sensitive head of his cock, and half lidded eyes follow you as you crawl back along his body. 

“There’s my good boy,” you murmur, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Five minutes, and then we do it all again.”

Tonight, afterall, was all about him.

[p123apples]

please God, I want to be impregnated so bad. I want him. That beautiful, radiant angel. Like a god, having come down to Earth to cleanse us of our sins.

he is beyond divine. I can’t help but drop to my knees in worship whenever I see his beautiful figure. I yearn for him in a way both primal and spiritual. I would commit more war crimes than every president in United States history just to lick the sweet, glistening sweat from his smooth, creamy skin. I want to listen to his moans as his manhood throbs within , I want to hear his heart race as our bodies become one and our souls irreversibly intertwine in the holy sin of carnal union.

I want to suckle at his motherly bosom, slurping that rich mana milk from his teat as I would stir his cream into my coffee and let his balls boil in it. His cries of pleasure and the rocking of our bed would be louder than the cacophony of ten thousand drone strikes. I would make love to him until my body gave out, and then some. I would let him break my rib cage with any part of his body. I would let him hit me with his car just to be near him for a brief moment.

he’s so perfect it hurts. Every moment without him I suffer a pain worse than breaking every bone in my body simultaneously while drowning and also having shards of glass coated in hot sauce forced through every orifice of my body. I want him, I need him. I want to desecrate his crisp general suit. I want to start a family with him and retire after our twenty seven children have grown up and moved out. I want to see those luscious lips speak such filthy, perverse words into my ear while he slides ice cubes down my gaping pisshole.

I want to fuck him like he owes me money. I would let him step on me, just to feel the soft, firm warmth of his feet upon my face and his groin area. I would sleep under him just to catch his drool in my mouth. I would fish the strands of hair from his shower drain just to smell his alluring scent, and braid them into necklaces to keep him with me always. Or cock rings. Whichever would please him more.

God please, I would do anything for him. I would relinquish my life, all my hopes and dreams, just to become the socks on his feet so that I may warm his mouthwatering toes with my very being, so that he may feel the heat of my love always. I would encase myself in cement and become his doorstep, so that he may wipe his heels upon my face. I would tear my own limbs off. I don’t know what I’d do after that, or why he might want my limbs. But I would do it.

My prince, my god, the light of my life. Please God, let me have him. I want him to be mine and only mine. I would lick the Doritos dust from his fingers and fill his belly button with honey mustard to dip my teats in. I would give him a sponge-bath with my tongue every morning and serve him breakfast in bed. I would let him eat my eggs,straight from the source . i would let him eat steak off my body if it pleased him, no matter how painful the third-degree burns would be.

I would bear the torment of eternal damnation until the end of time to taste the seat of his car but once. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for him, nothing I wouldn’t say. I wouldn’t even let myself cum until he gave me permission.

I love you,gojo . Please. Be mine. Be my life, my lover, my sorcerer daddy ,my everything. Say yes. I see it in your eyes, when you’re up there yapping about catching up to suguru or whatever. Answer my calls, respond to my letters. Something. Give me a sign, gojo. I’m waiting for you in chapter 269, come back my glorious emperor,it is time you got out of that airport or you would be escorted

descend from heaven satoru,i am waiting.

[dangermousie]

The best cdrama you probably haven't watched - Tribes and Empires Storm of Prophecy

Most of my airing cdramas are ending within the week and unless we get a lot of other good replacements, it means time to rewatch a favorite.

And this favorite? The sprawling, epic fantasy Tribes and Empires Storm of Prophecy. Tribes has a huge cast (one of criticisms I've seen leveled at it - but that is why I love it; it's epic in every sense of the world), but it centers around three very different men - Shaofeng Heye (Zhou Yiwei), a son of a murdered barbarian chief who will eventually lead the rebellion that tries to topple the empire, Muyun Sheng (Huang Xuan), a disregarded prince who is half-fae and whose mother was supposedly the emperor's great love who he mourns (the truth is so much darker and more complicated) and Muru Hanjiang (Shawn Dou), the cursed son of the chief general who was abandoned to live on the street due to prophecy. Sometimes they are allies, sometimes enemies, sometimes both at once.

Despite the huge budget, it was not a hit either in China or internationally - people complained about the slow pace, the large cast and the lack of ending (the drama is 70+ eps and tells only half the story.) I loved every second of it. I grew up reading Russian novels which were also sprawling, with a huge cast, deliberate pace and often lack of resolution at the end. Perhaps that is why the one audience where I think it was a hit was the Russian-speaking cdrama fandom (all the MVs I can find, btw, are made by Russian speakers.)

(The above is a gorgeous general MV)

Why do I love it? Other than the amazing visuals (it's directed by Cao Dun, all of whose dramas are genuinely stunning looking), there is the fact that it really feels like a window in a whole other world - epic and a little alien, complex, full of horror and beauty.

And there are the characters and the narrative. Because this drama does not hurry, it's not only the mains who get fleshed out - secondary and even tertiary characters are fully-fledged. Two of my favorite characters are emperor and empress - two intense monsters locked in an emotional cage with each other, clawing at others and themselves, as bystanders die.

This is a dark dark world - made before the censorship tightening up, there is none of that "tireless emperor ceaselessly working for the people" nonsense or even other character spouting about working for the greater good. The emperor and most of the imperial family are monsters, grasping for power, lives of people as ants to them. Some characters do have ideals but they are not glib or easy or fit within modern parameters. This is a narrative that starts with Shaofeng Heye's entire tribe being wiped out because of an act of kindness by a boy (and his tribe and other tribes are locked into a life death struggle for resources perpetually.) Blind loyalty to the crown is not viewed as a virtue - Muru Hanjiang's father is a monster for throwing his infant to die due to a prophecy that states he's a threat to the throne.

(another general MV)

Also, me being me, there are ships. There are a bunch, but my favorite is Muru Hanjiang x Su Yuning. She's a minor noblewoman picked to be a crown princess because her horoscope says that whoever she marries will be the ruler (interestingly, MHJ's prophecy that upended his life is that he will end the rule of the Muyun dynasty - clearly they are meant to marry at some point, heh) and she has no choice about it. Their love is glorious and largely unspoken and kinda doomed; the way the drama ends with her ditching literally EVERYTHING and following him and his clan to horrifying exile that might result in death (and even as he still tries to drive her away to protect her, she knows what he's doing and vows to wait for him) is glorious.

This MV for them is amazing:

I also loved Shaofeng Heye and Princess Muyun Yan Shuang. Not functional in the least but so hot!

(The third main OTP of the prince x spirit, I liked but not as much as these two.)

Anyway, this is my next rewatch.

[eri-pl]

Silm Advent calendar 7: Light

(thank you @edennill for your headcanons, here's a small hc of mine)

Varda smiled, looking at the young Noldo bowing nervously before her. Despite being named “the spirit of fire”, he wore pale blue and yellow, both clean narrow hues, but not too narrow, matching the outer colors of the Treelight surprisingly well for something made by an incarnate.

“I want to show you something, my lady.” There was a tone of anxiety in Feanáro's voice. Why? 

He pulled out an ornate box which shone richly from the inside and opened it—

They were beautiful. A harmony of two lights, resulting in a wide and balanced white, almost like a reflection of the light in her face. This brilliance was the fairest thing ever made on Arda, surpassing the glorious lights made by the Valar, even though it was born from two of them. Three gems in perfect harmony with each other. Almost too beautiful for this marred world, like a pure sound of a violin, narrow, and impossible for the imperfect beings to harmonize with.

She reached for them but stopped, waiting for permission. 

“I love them dearly,” said Feanaro apologetically. “But of course, if you wish to take a look at them, I would be honored… Forgive me, o queen, but I feel— I feel they are so vulnerable, so — they are near impossible to destroy and yet — I do fear for them.” The last part he was almost a whisper.

Varda nodded. Light could only shine where it could be touched, of course. And what could be touched could now also be hurt. Did the Elves not know it? It was difficult to distinguish what was new to them and what they would consider too obvious to even mention.

She studied the scared prince. The best she could do for him was to put some thin glass to protect the light a little and hope for the best. Half-measures, always half-measures. But that was the way with incarnates, wasn't it?

She took the gems and kissed them gently. They were warm and alive, even though unmoving, and they rejoiced seeing her.

No wonder Feanáro loved them.

“Neither evil nor hand unclean shall touch you and stay unharmed,” she said. “Nor a mortal man—” she paused, seeing the Elf’s expression. What was he surprised about? 

Anyway, the blessing was done, for good or for ill.

She kissed the gems farewell and gave them back to the prince. “Thank you.” 

She rarely spoke, indeed, but some occasions were worth it.

[dia-souls]

DIABOLIK LOVERS: Laito Birthday Special Drama “The missing Fedora”

Original title: 行方不明のフェドーラ

Source: Fanmade Tokuten Drama CD

Story: Admin Ava

Seiyuu: Suegara rie, Hirakawa Daisuke, Takashi Kondou, Midorikawa Hikaru, Kaji Yuki, Konishi Katsuyuki, Toriumi Kousuke

Author Note: We are excited to present you the first of the three drama cds for the triplets birthday! We have much plan and can’t wait for you guys to see. Also a little bit of a disclaimer. Make sure to say happy birthday to your favorite pervert!

_The scene starts in Laito room.

*Beep Beep*

Laito: Puwahhh… Mmm, looks like its time to get up~ Oh my, what a beautiful morning. The bats are squeaking, the sun is setting, and a gorgeous full moon is rising up. Ready to fill me with magnificent power~

_Laito get’s out of bed and head towards his vanity.

Laito: But what makes today even better is…Nfu~ today is my birthday~ The one day of the year were I, Laito Sakamaki, am celebrated for gracing this shitty world with my glorious presence. Not to mention the gifts I’ll receive from all my, fufu~, cute little subjects. And Bitch-Chan of course~ Oh the fun we’ll have together. All the naughty, dirty, lustful fun~ I can just imagine how grand it all shall be. It’s a shame I have to share it with those to idiots but beggars can’t be choosers after all~ Now I should get ready for my big day.

*Foot steps*

_Laito grabs a towel and heads towards the bathroom.

*Time Skip*

Laito: Haaah…What a good shower~ Not only do I smell fresh, but I was even able to give myself a , fufu , early birthday present. Now time to pick out an outfit suitable for a prince such as myself~ Now lets see, hmm what to wear? Ah so many decides, how can I pick just one when they’ll all look dashing on me? Being this beautiful is so hard! Haaah… well it can’t be help. I’ll just have to live with this gorgeous body forever….Not that I’m complaining of course~. Ooh, what’s this?

*Shuffles*

Laito: Hmm? Ah its a suite. I don’t remember buying this one. Oh, there is a note on the side. “Dear Laito, Happy Birthday. Today is all about you and it should be celebrated to the fullest. Inside the box is custom tailored suit, fit for a king such as yourself. I do hope you will wear it with your signature style. Have a divine birthday. From, Anonymous.”

_Latio takes of the outfit from the box’s and throw it on his.

Laito: Anonymous, huh? Hmm, just whoever got be such a nice gift? Gasp! It couldn’t be, one of my brothers. Could it? Maybe, just for toady. They put aside their hatred and envy towards me so they could buy me a gift? That’s so….pfft… Hahaha! That’s so fucking disgusting~ There no way those bastards would ever give me something this nice. Unless it was laced in so deadly poison of course. Sooo, if it’s not one of them, then that means….hehe

*Inhales*

Laito: Ahh~ That could only mean~ Oh Bitch-Chan, you impish little girl~ Sneaky into my bedroom in the middle of the night while I slept. Just to give me a present before you were too shy~ How adorable~ Nfu~ I wonder what else she could’ve done as I was sleeping…Mmm~ I can already imagine that lewd look on her face when she saw me all defenseless. Probably itching to run her hands all over my body~ To wordship me with her soft lips, whispering such dirty words in my ear~ Aah, perhaps she wanted to straddle herself onto me, slowly removing that sheer little nightgown. Revealing that pale supple nape full of the most delectable crimson ambrosia~ Oooh, the more I fantasize, they dryer my throat becomes. Perhaps I should finish getting ready so I can, hehe, personally, thank Bitch-Chan for such a lovely little gift~.

_Laito takes out the suit.

Laito: Not too bad, if I do say to myself. But then again, don’t I always look extravagant in everything I wear~ However, one last touch is needed before I achieve ultimate perfection. My trusty fedora~ Once I place it on, Bitch-Chan won’t be able to resist me~ Now, where did I put it?”

*Ruffle Ruffle*

Laito: Heeh? That’s strange. I could’ve sworn I left it on the dresser. Maybe it just fell over.

*Creak*

Laito: ….Not there. I probably misplaced it. Somewhere….in here. Not under my bed. It’s not in my closet. It isn’t in my bathroom. I couldn’t have lost it. No only forgetful people lose stuff. My memory is in top performance. I distinctly remember getting home from karaoke and putting my hat right here on my dresser. Where I always put it. I probably just didn't look hard enough. I’ll check one more time. It has to be somewhere. *Gulps* It has to be…

_Laito runs around his room, searching for his hat. Throwing clothes everywhere and pushing furniture out of the way.

Laito: …. I-It’s not here. H-How the hell is that p-p-possible. I l-l-left it on my dresser. Im sure I did! So why isn’t it here?! How is this even- wait. What if I didn’t misplace my fedora? What if, someone took it? After all, I do live with a bunch of thieving, lying, rodents. Something like this would be right up their alley~ Messing with me on my big day, getting a kick out of seeing my panic. Well, I won’t give them the satisfaction of seeing me lose it. I’ll find the bastard who dares takes my things. And when I do, fufu~, let's just say. It’s going to be one bloody birthday~

*Time Skip*

*Knock Knock*

_In Yui room.

Yui; Huh? Hello who is it?

_From the other side of the door.

Laito: Hey Bitch-Chan~ Its Laito-kun. Could you please opened the door for me? There something I wanna ask you.

Yui: Oh sure! Just give me one second.

*Click*

Yui: Hey Laito-kun, come on in. You said you have something to tell—

_Laito pins Yui to the wall.

Yui: L-Laito-kun! What’s the meaning of this?! Let go!

_Yui struggles against him

Laito: Uh uh Bitch-Chan let's not get too hasty now~ I just want to have a little chat with you, that’s all~ So why don’t you stop struggling and listen to what I have to say.

Yui: If that’s the case could you at least let me go? Your really hurting my wrist.

_Laito moves his face closer.

Laito: Aww, sorry Bitch-Chan~ Unfortunately I can’t do that just yet. Who knows what will happened if I let you out of my grasp for even a second. You might try to escape, and we can’t have that. Can we?

Yui: What do you even want from me?!

Laito: Bitch-Chan, Bitch-Chan, acting stupid just to make yourself look like a saint is soo cute! It absolutely just, turns my stomach. How about you cut the angelic act and give me my fedora back before I tear your thin wrist with my fangs.

Yui: Laito what are you even talking about?! I don’t have your fedora, why would I even take it in the first place?!

Laito: Bitch-Chan, unlike my other brothers, I’m not stupid. Im trying to be nice right now but your making it very difficult to be kind. I’ll give you more one chance to tell me the truth or….nfu~…I’ll turn you into a gorgeous little blood splatter~ Speared across your entire room for all my brothers to see.

_Yui shivers

Yui: Laito I’m serious I didn’t take your fedora, honestly! If you don’t believe me then I’ll help you look for it! Just please, let me go.

_Laito thinks for a second.

Laito: ….Fine. If you help me find my fedora, then I’ll show you mercy.

_Yui sighs in relief.

Laito: However, if we can’t find it and I find out that you’ve lied to me…Aah~ I’ll turn you into my personal buffet~ I’ll rip you up into delectable little pieces and slowly devour your sweet body bit by bit. Until the only thing left of you, is a strain of hair~ Okay?

Yui: Yes of course! I c-completely understand. Anyway, I think we should head to Reiji-San's room first. He normally knows where everything is so he might have some insight on where your fedora is.

Laito: Hmm~, not a bad idea Bitch-Chan. Maybe you aren’t as ditzy as I thought. Now, shall we get going?

Yui: Ah, yes. Let’s head over.

*Clack Clack*

_Scene sifts to the hallway.

Laito: Hey Reiji-San~ its meee, your amazing, splendid, beautiful younger brother~ Are you there?

_No answer.

Yui: Hmm, maybe he’s in the middle of reading or something. I’ll knock on the door.

*Knock Knock*

Yui: Excuse me, Reiji-san. We need to talk to you right now. Can you open the door please?

_No answer.

Laito: Ehh? Why is Reiji ignoring us Bitch-Chan? Thats so meannn! Oh well, I guess we’ll just have to, go in ourselves~

Yui: Wait Laito-kun! I don’t think Reiji-san will appreciate us barging in his room unannounced. Perhaps we should just wait out here until he—huh? Laito? Where did he-

Laito: Hurry up Bitch-Chan. Your such a slow poke~

Yui: Did you not here I word I said?! We shouldn’t be in her without Reiji-san's permission. *mumbles* I though vampires were suppose to ask before entering somewhere…

Laito: Not if it's their own house Bitch-Chan~ Stop mumbling under your breath and relax. He’s not even here right now so there is nothing to worry about. Now, go search on that side of the room and I’ll search on this side. Make sure not to make too much noise~ You can do that after we’ve found my hat.

_Yui face flush.

Yui: Ummm, l-looks like its not in this cabinet. I’ll go check over there now…

Laito: Nothing in these drawers either. Oh, now what do we have here~ Ohh Bitch-Chan, look what I’ve found~

Yui: Huh? Did you find your—

*Crack*

Yui: N-no way…Laito, please don’t tell me what I think that is…

Laito: Oh but Bitch-Chan, we both know exactly what this is~ Reiji favorite whip. Beautifully hand crafted by the finest craftsman in the demon realm. He threaten us with this so many times, get a kick out of touring us. It’s not so secret little kink of his. Say, Bitch-Chan. I've always wanted to have a go this thing myself. Unfortunately I never got a chance to…until now~

Yui: L-L-Laito…we’re supposed to be looking for your hat right? S-so why don’t you put it down and we-

_Laito pushes Yui on the bed.

Laito: Nfu~…Bitch-Chan~ Come on, there is no need to be shy~ I just want to have a little fun with you before Reiji gets back. Besides, the smell of your blood has been tempting me since I came to your room~ My fangs are just aching to get a taste of you~ So be a good girl and let me fill you steamy hot pleasure…fufu~

* Tears*

Yui: Laito! Stop it before Reiji—

_The door opens.

Reiji: Ahh, what a splendid shower. Hmm, I think I’ll have a hot cup of tea after drying off, then relax in my chair with a good boo-

_They make eye contact with each other.

Reiji:…..

Laito&Yui: *Sees Reiji in a towel*

Reiji, Laito, and Yui: AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

_Reiji towel falls

Reiji, Laito, and Yui: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

_Reiji covers himself up

Reiji: WHAT ARE TWO DEVIANTS DOING IN MY ROOM?! WHERE ARE YOUR CLOTHES?!

Laito: AH my eyes! Uwaaa, I’m blind! Let’s get out off here Bitch-Chan!

_Laito covers Yui’s eyes

Yui: I’m so sorry Reiji-San!

_Laito teleports them out of the room

Reiji: What in the?! Laitooooooo! YOU TWO GET BACK HERE THIS INSTANT!!!

*Time Skip*

_Scene changes to the hallway

Laito: Ugh…I feel nauseous….I think I’m going to puke again!

Yui: God, I’m sorry! Please don’t punish me! I didn’t mean to see one before I got married, it was an accident! Please forgive me!

Ayato: Geez! Why the hell are you two hollering like a couple of banishes! Y’all being more annoying than Kanato!

Kanato: Ayato….I suggest you hold your tongue, before I rip it out from your ass! Although, he’s not wrong. Why are you two wailing like as if someone ate your chocolate cake. Im the only one who’s allowed to do that!

Laito: We saw…*gag* something absolutely fucking atrocious! Oh it was horrible…my eyes…my poor,poor, eyes….I don’t think I can see anymore… Ayato, Kanato, is that you? I can only here your voices but I don’t know where you are.”

_Kanato slaps him in the back of the head.

Kanato: Will you snap out of it! It takes a lot more to make you go blind then whatever you saw. Anyway, were you two the reason why we heard shouting from Reiji's room?

Ayato: Yeah I heard that too! Chichinashi, you have the most girliest scream I’ve ever heard! That shit was loud.

Yui: Huh, what are you talking about Ayato-kun? That scream came from La-

_Laito puts his hand over her mouth.

Laito: Yep that sure was a loud scream she made. Right, Bitch-Chan?

_Smiles at Yui darkly.

Yui: *coughs* Y-Yeah, that was all me. Definitely…just me and no one else…Oh yeah! By the way guys, Laito misplaced his hat and were trying to find it. Have you guys seen it by any chance?

Kanato: Ha! I told you that if you wore it all the time you’d eventually lose it. But you didn’t listen~ Thats karma for you~

Laito: I didn’t lose it! I distinctly remember placing in on my dresser when I went to bed. Also, your not one to talk Kanato-Kun. I can’t possibly imagine what would happened if your teddy suddenly went..nfu~ missing. What a shame that would be~

_Kanato glares at Laito

Kanato: If you ever, talk so vulgarly about Teddy ever again…I’LL RIP YOUR HEART OUT WITH MY BARE FANGS!

Ayato: Kanato will you calm the fuck down! I swear one of these days you bitches will make me lose my fucking hearing! Damn!

Kanato: Fuck off Ayato before I—

Ayato: In any case, did you check your room to make sure you didn’t just leave it there back accident?

Kanato: Don’t ignore—

Laito: Of course. That was the first thing I did. But it wasn’t in my room. We checked Reiji's room as well but it wasn’t there.

Kanato: STOP INTERRUPTING—

Ayato: I suggest checking Shu's room. That guy is always taking shit that’s not his. Plus you did piss him off yesterday remember?

Kanato: YOU BAST—

Laito: Hmm, good idea. After all it wouldn’t be beneath that guy to be so petty~ To think that he’s the oldest. Fufu~ What a joke~

_Kanato starts losing his shit on the floor.

Yui: Um guys. I think there’s something wrong with Kanato.

Ayato: Eh? What you talking about Chichinashi? He’s fine.

Kanato: REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!

Laito: Yeah that’s normal. Nevertheless, Bitch-Chan. Shall we go to Shu’s room?

Yui: Yeah sure, let's get going.

Ayato: Hold up! I’m coming with. Beats doing my chores.

Laito: Kay. More people to help search. Let’s go~

Ayato:Alright. Come on Kanato, lets go.

Kanato: *Foaming from the mouth*

*Time Skip*

_Scene changes to Shu room.

Latio: Oh, the doors open. Hellooo~ Shu-Shu~ Are you here ? Your adorable baby brothers are coming in.

Ayato: Gross man! Trust me, none y’all ugly mugs could ever been considered adorable. Now me on the other hand, am chiseled like a Greek good.

Kanato: Oh, well whoever sculpted you clearly was either blind, deaf, or both because he didn’t do a good job that’s for sure.

Ayato: Shouldn’t you still be rolling in in your rabies or something?

Kanato: I stopped doing that 10 minutes ago you fu—

Yui: Boys! Enough fighting! We need to be quiet. Look.

_Points at Shu sleeping

*snore*

Yui: If we make any sudden movements or any unnecessary nosies , then he’ll wake up before we even get a chance to search his room. We’ll each check a section of the room and then get out as quickly as possible. Okay?

Latio: *Whisper* Aah~ I love it when Bitch-Chan gets all serious~ It makes your blood smell all that more pungent~

Ayato: *Whisper* Oi! Cut it out Laito. Odd-Sama never gave you permission to touch her! If you want her blood you’ll have to ask me first. And the answer is no!

Kanato: *You two suck as whispering! All your doing is shouting very softly! Shut up before he wakes up!

*Rustle*

Ayato, Laito, Kanato, and Yui:..

Shu: Mmm….

Yui: *whsiper* And this is why we need to be quiet. Now, start searching before he actually wakes up.

_The nod and start looking.

Kanato: Nothing on the desk.

Laito: It’s not under the couch.

*Shuffles*

Ayato: Dresser is clear too.

_Yui puts her hand under the bed.

Yui: I don’t feel anything under—huh? What is that?

*Squish Squish*

Yui: *Pulls something from under the bed* What the!?

Laito: Hmm? Did you find something Bitch-Chan———Oh my~ Well that’s really, unexpected, fufu~ Hey boys~ Come look what Bitch-Chan found under our big brothers bed.

Ayato: Huh? What did Chichinashi find—-no fucking way! Haha! You’ve gotta be kidding me! Kanato! Kanato! Look what was under Shu bed!

Kanato: What? Oh my! Ewwwww! Gross! Gross! Gross! That is so disgusting! I think I’m going to throw up! Yuck!

Yui: Huh? Guys I’m confused What is this? It’s big cylinder with a really big opening…

Laito: Well~ You see Bitch-Chan, when guys need a bit of a, relieve they—

Shu: Get the hell out of their brothers room for making so much noise.

Ayato: Son of a—when did you wake up?!

Shu: Ive been awake every since I heard Laito girly voice in the doorway. Ugh, who the hell do you all think you are sneaking into my room while I’m trying to sleep.

Laito: First of all, my voice isn’t girly you piece if shit~ Next, were trying to find my fedora. You see it went missing and were searching around the manor to find it. Trust me~ If we didn’t have to check in here, I wouldn’t step foot in here. Thats for sure~

Shu: Tch, well sorry to disappoint you but your rancid smelling fedora isn’t in here. Why would I even take it?

Laito: Fufu~ You were probably trying to imitate my look~ But sorry to disappoint you, you’ll never be as stunning as I am. So, don’t even try it. Ok-ay~

Shu: Heh, your delusional if you I’d ever want to look like your ugly mug. I’d rather eat a bowl of worms than look like you. Now if you brats have nothing better to do. I suggest I get out before I make you.

Laito: Oh really~ Because to me it sounds like-

_Yui grabs his arm.

Yui: Come on Laito, lets go and search some else. Sorry for bargains into your invited Shu-San. We’ll leave you to your rest. Let’s go guys.

Shu: At least someone here as common sense. Get out and stop making so much noise. Im going back to…zzzz

_The door closes.

*Time Skip*

Kanato: Well, that was a wasted of time. Now where are we suppose to look for his hat?

Ayato: How the hell am I suppose to know. Im all fresh out of good ideas. Oi Chichinashi, where do you think we should check next?

Yui: Hmm, I’m not so sure. Laito-Kun, where was the last place had your hat before you went to bed?

Laito: Hmm~ Good question Bitch-Chan~ The last place I recall having my hat with me was~….Oh yeah the dining room. I was on my phone talking with some of my…nfu~..ladies. No need to be jealous Bitch-Chan~ Your still my number one. Anyway, we should check there next.

_Scene change to the dining room entrance.

Kanato: Huh? Look, its Subaru.

Ayato: Oh it is. Oi Subaru! Why are you standing in front of the door? We need to get in. Move it.

Subaru: No can do. Reiji told me that no one is allowed in here until later on. I didn’t want to do it but he said he would increase my allowance if I did so. So, I am.

Yui: How come Reiji said that none of us can go in there?

Subaru: How the hell am I supposed to know that? He just said I need to make sure no one goes in before 5:30.

Kanato: 5:30? But that’s like in 6 more minutes. Just let us in for a few seconds then we’ll leave before Reiji har turns grey.

Subaru: Tch, that wasn’t funny you bastard. Just for that, your asses definitely aren’t getting in. Now if you guys have no more business here, then vamoose.

Ayato: Huh?! Who the hell die and made you king. You either let us go through or I’ll turn your face into a fucking pancake.

Subaru: Ha! Oh is that right . Fine by me, I was getting bored of just standing here. Kicking your ass will be some well deserved entertainment,

*Crack Crack*

Yui: Crap this isn’t good. I should stop this before something gets ruin…Uh, Subaru-Kun! I just remember, I need your help with something. Can you please come with me?

Subaru: Huh? Can’t you see I’m busy right now?! I’ll help you after I’m done with him.

_Yui walks in front of Subaru.

Yui: Please Subaru. I really need your help.

_Gives him the puppy dog eyes.

Ayato: Butt out Chichinashi! Can’t you see I’m about to hand Subaru his ass—

Subaru: W-Well I guess since you ask, I guess I don’t mind. Let’s go.

Yui: Great lets go. I’ll be right back guys.

*Clack Clack*

Laito: Bye Bitch-Chan~ thanks for the distraction. Great now that our baby brother is out of the way, shall we go inside?

Kanato: I guess. That took way to look. Let’s just find your hat so I can go to bed.

Ayato: Agree. I have some takioyaki in the fridge with my name on it. Let’s get this over with.

*Beep Beep*

Ayato&Kanato: Oh, my phone is ringing.

_They read the message.

Ayato&Kanato: …

Ayato: Uh I just remember that I have homework to do. Don’t we Kanato?

Kanato: Homework?…Oh yeah! Yes we sure do! You can handle searching for your fedora yourself right Laito?

Laito: Ehh~ Since when do you two do homewor—

Ayato: Ok Kanato let’s go!

Kanato: Right! We’ll be right back Laito.

_They walk away.

Laito: Fufu~ I wonder what’s got them so anxious to tell me such a crappy lie. Oh well~ Back to just me I guess. Now, time to find my fedora.

*Creak*

Laito: Geez its so dark~ Where is that light switch? Ah! Found it.”

_Turns on the lights

Laito: Alright, time to sear—

_Everyone jumps from behind the the table.

Everyone: Surprise! Happy Birthday Laito!

Laito: Oh my! What is all of this?!

Yui: It’s your surprise birthday party!

Ayato: They’ve been planning it since last week.

Kanato: But apparently they didnt tell us because they said that, “you guys are blabber mouth* and *you guys wont be able to keep your mouth shut* or whatever.

Subaru: We weren’t wrong, if we told you two then the surprise would be ruin.

Shu: This party was a pain in the ass to plan and set up so you’ll be the one to clean it up.

Reiji: Excuse you, all you did was sleep during the preparations. You have no right to talk about being overwork.

Shu: Your nagging is making me…zzzzz

Reiji: Insufferable dead beat. In any case, Laito since your the main character of today. You should take your seat in the center.

Laito: Ooh~ Don’t mind if I do~

_Laito sits down.

Ayato: And here’s your birthday crown. But remember, your only allowed to wear it for today. The only true king in this house is me.

Kanato: Im pretty sure you mean me. Im the second oldest so I should get to wear the crown after him.

Ayato: Well according to Japanese mythology, the third triple is the eldest triple. Which basically means I’m older than both of you!

Laito: Oh is that so Ayato-kun~ If that’s true then how come I act way more mature than you do~ Because I actually am the real oldest~

Ayato: You trying to start something with me?!

Laito: Of course not~ After all, I don’t fight with little virgins~

Ayato: Oi what the hell?! You wanna die birthday boy?!

Laito: Mmm, no thanks I’m good~ But you can go keel over for me as a birthday gift~ I’d really appreciate it~

Ayato: You mother-

*Squeak Squeak*

Reiji: What? A familiar, what is it doing here?

Yui: Look, it has a present with it.

Kanato: I think that present is for Laito

Laito: Hmm~ What could this be?

Ayato: Look there is a not on the side

Subaru: It says, “Dear Nephew, I hope you had a wonderful birthday full of fun. Unfortunately I wasn’t able to make it to your mini celebration, but I sent a familiar to give you a very special gift. I hope you enjoy. Once again, Happy Birthday. From, Uncle Richter.” What the hell? A special gift?

Shu: It’s probably full of dead rats and snakes. I wouldn’t open it if I was you.

Laito: You aren’t wrong, however~ I am just a but curious to see what are bastard of an Uncle gave me~ Plus I can just burn it afterwards.

_Opens the box.

Yui: Oh my god! It’s—

Laito: My fedora!

Ayato: What the fuck!? He had it the entire time?

Kanato: Gross he snuck into your room and took it! If I were you, i’d burn it and just buy a new one.

Laito: Don’t worry I’ll give it a nice clean. After we get this party started of course!

Ayato: Yeah your right! Let’s party wooooo!

Kanato: Let’s cut some cat!

Yui: Alight everyone, lets do it one more time on three. 1…2..3!

Everyone: HAPPY BIRTHDAY LAITO!

Laito: Thanks everyone! Happy Birthday to me!

Happy Birthday Laito!

______ The End ______

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Ghost Fandom Fic Recs

This is such a great idea @ghuleh-recs thank you so much tagging me in yours and saying such lovely things about Banchetto!

I must say this is by no means an exhaustive list of the writers I admire but on digging through my tags and my AO3 bookmarks these are the ones that had my giggling and kicking my feet all over again

And this is getting really long so I'm am going to try to limit myself to one fic per amazing person 💜 haha I failed so hard at that you are all too talented.

@ghostchems I actually gobble up everything chems writes like a greedy little gremlin and I love her OCs as much as I love the Papas. But as I recently admitted I have been fangirling about her since before I was lucky enough to be her friend so Black Light Guides You is my go to for many reasons. It's got the signature horny/horror Chems blend as well as our boy getting resurrected and taking back his rightful position. I love how Terzo and Marion's relationship develops and I am so excited about where they are headed in the ongoing sequel A Perpetual Rise. And then Burn with me!!!! I came for Dracopia and stayed for Mia.

@ramblingoak The Queen of AUs if you want a Papa in any kind of situation Oak is the person you need. If I start talking about The Cardinal's Bride I will actually never shut up and Oak suffers enough word vomit about it from me so I will stop there. But I will say Oak is an incredible all rounder. Every thing she writes it is great and there is something fantastic for everyone. Sexy Cardinals, Mary Goore, Vibrating Pants, Ghaseball, Rat Birthday Parties or Zombies have at it!!

@the-hole-in-terzos-shoe No matter what the scenario Shoe writes the most romantic, charming Terzo you will ever read. I was going to rec the incredible My Dirty Little Secret and Let's get these heels off... which was inspired by our mutual love of Vita deVoid's Terzo but then she dropped Intro to Romantic Literature yesterday and I haven't been able to stop thinking about Professor Terzo so just go read both.

@sucharide If you want to read about some of the darkest depravity written in the most beautiful poetic way you could ever imagine then Roach is the writer for you and A Problem of Mind and Body is the perfect example. But my personal favourite and the first I read I think is Ritual and Ruination a silly and sexy look at the consequences of rituals gone wrong. And who am I kidding I can't not put Poor Beast in the Catacombs on here.

@zombiequeenblog I tell everyone who will listen to me about Cardinal Copia: A Sadistic and Glorious Bastard. It was my first Dark Copia fic and still to this day my favourite Copia characterisation. He is such a well rounded full character in this and I can't get enough. It's hot, it's emotional, it's scary at times but I can count on my hand how many couples I am as invested in and these two are at the top of my list. The world building is incredible, this version of The Abbey is so vibrant and all the side characters are so fleshed out. I have an especially large soft spot for Terzo in this fic he is the perfect dramatic flirt and I would give anything to be one of his girls.

@honeyynymphh Reading anything by Missy is like reading a gothic horror classic. The way she builds atmosphere is second to none a little nightmarish, a little maudlin (good golly go get this kid some laudanum!) is such a great example. And another one of my favourite Copia characterizations especially in The Mark of the Beast, Freshly Squeezed and my personal favourite there’s total depravity (standing right in front of me) he is so mean and I love it so much.

@kissingghouls SUCK CLUB!! I can't possibly decide which one of these is my favourite. I love this whole universe. There is so much going on and I can't wait to get to the bottom of the ongoing vampire mystery. I love how they all interact and I love that the all read The Cardinal's Bride! The Count, The King, and The Prince and I just love them all!

@xfilesinamajor With Wandering Steps and Slow This Terzo!!! This one right here is my favourite, god this fic breaks my heart but it is so so so perfect. His self esteem, his natural charm as a defense mechanism god I am obsessed with it. Also The Peach is one of the hottest ghost fics I have ever read. The ghoullettes really need to get more action, especially if it's like this

@writingjourney Everything Ibi writes is just so perfect. The slow burn of Honey and Venom and Unprecedented have me on the edge of my seat. But I have to especially urge everyone to read Friday Nights at the Cinema Club because if you aren't a Primo fan you are wrong and this will show you exactly why. Like I said, perfect!

@sweatandwoe I am always impressed with the ideas that sweaty comes up with. Really fun and original and hot. These assorted drabbles and headcanons are an excellent place to start. Study Break is so incredibly hot and The Sacrifice was a real highlight from petrifying papas. I also can't rec sweaty without mentioning the Saren fics because WOW. If you have any interest in Mass Effect and Turians then you have to read Overflow and Melting Point

@inkstainedrat Lacrimis et Memorias This fic broke my heart and put it back together again. It is the definition of bittersweet and yeah. I have a lot of feelings about Terzo and this story pokes every single one of them and is another one that stays with me.

@violet-lazer Another one of my favourite Terzo writers, in Pride, Incumbent and Astronomy he is so charming and lovely. Also Terms of Engagement Copia is such a cutie

@whatawonderfulexistence--blog Distractions is a lovely first date with Terzo and then Strawberries because i do love when he is being all seductive. Also I'm not fully caught up with Powerwolf yet but Atone was so HOT

@hallowed-be-thy-username Kissing the Obscene was the Terzo fic I ever read and Please Papa was the second and I just keep going back to them. I had started to fall in love with Terzo already but reading these and all the others really sealed the deal. And also coincidentally one of my favourite papa cosplayers!!

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I am really not the target demographic for Red, White and Royal Blue and honestly, the entire premise sounds dumb af from where I'm sitting, but all the gifs that crossed my dash looked hilarious and that main actor is beyond gorgeous, so I am going to give it a shot tonight. My expectations are so low, that unless this movie gets a shovel and starts digging, there is no chance it cannot exceed them. I am so ready to eat my words, just give me some pretty people, mindless fluff and basic comedy and I will be happy, I swear!

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TWO FUCKING HOURS?

You guys, I'm going to be honest here, I don't think I have it in me to sit through this 😭😭

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LOL, only a younger brother 🤣🤣 They did not have the guts to go all in and make him the heir to the throne.

Also, lol @ "Prince of England's hearts" but even more so at "whom all the world adores" 🤣🤣 I cannot. I am absolutely not the target demographic for this and I don't think I have it in me to just go along with this, fictional British royal family or not. Who speaks like this? Who even believes it?

Anyway. Abolish the monarchy, Guillotine them all. Long live the glorious revolution!

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LMFAO 🤣🤣

Well, at least he looks equally disgusted.

If we can't off the royal family, how about we just off this news announcer? Because I am getting so much second-hand embarrassment.

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LMAO, OK, he gets ONE point 🤣🤣

OK, fine, two points, because he is stupid beautiful and the reason I sat down to watch this in the first place 😤

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Yassss, girlfriend has great taste!

I'm two minutes in and so far, she's my favourite. I would totally watch a two-hour movie of her touring London and giving commentary on the yumminess of various guys she encounters.

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LMAO, is he going to get hammered and smash the obscene 75-thousand-pound cake? 🤣🤣

Because why else would they mention that price point and also show the cake in all its humongous 8-tier glory 🤣🤣

Here for the diplomatic incident, ngl, I would totally read the shit out of that in the tabloids the next day 🤣🤣

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NOOOOO, THE CAKE IS RIGHT BEHIND THEM!

THEY WILL TOTALLY TOPPLE THAT CAKE!

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Okay, I am laughing 🤣🤣

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SCREAMING 🤣🤣

I saw it coming from a mile away, but goddamn, it DELIVERED! 🤣🤣

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I can't stop laughing 🤣🤣

Watching this was such a good decision 🤣🤣

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LOL, if this was a real-life event, I would spend a week gleefully reblogging it on Tumblr, no lie 🤣🤣

Also, it is a 9-TIER CAKE, not 8 🤣🤣 The more, the messier!

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LMFAO 🤣🤣

Also, OMG! Uma Thurman! 😍 It's been a hundred years since I watched her in anything!

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"Sunshine of my heart" 🤣🤣

This movie is hilarious 🤣🤣

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Wait, Sarah Shahi??

I loved her in Life! I also watched Fairly Legal for her and thought she was stunning in The L Word! I'm forever bitter we never got to see that Nancy Drew adaptation with her in the main role 😕

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The thing that is the most difficult for me to suspend my disbelief for is the idea that these two overly privileged young men involved in their countries' respective politics are actually nice people.

I keep chanting to myself, "You are not here for realism! You are not here for realism! YOU ARE NOT HERE FOR REALISM!"

To varying levels of success 😕

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Romantic comedies are so not my genre. And I am so not here for ex-boyfriends or whatever this guy is.

I need Alex and Henry to get back together ASAP and start smashing cakes again because I'm starting to get bored.

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These are gutter-level jokes.

Seriously, they couldn't get more creative?

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They have the most basic taste in literature ever. It doesn't even feel authentic, more like what a nineteen-year-old girl thinks good taste in literature should look like.

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I feel like I am extremely uncharitable towards this movie (the cake thing was funny tho) but it is very hard to take their bland flirting, pedestrian romance and pathetic humour seriously when you're coming into this from 2ha 😕 The standards that have been set are on another planet compared to what we are being given here.

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Please 😭

And smash another cake, otherwise I don't know how I'm going to make it through another hour-and-a-half of this 😭😭

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The things I will watch for pretty people 😭

He truly is stupid beautiful and makes this thing infinitely more watchable every time he's on screen.

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I'm with Henry on this one, this party is like something straight out of my worst nightmares and crushing on the tall, hot guy seems like the only tolerable thing in this whole hellscape.

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Aww, baby, he is not having a good time.

He wants to kiss him for New Year's too!

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LOL.

Well. That escalated 🤣🤣

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NOOOOO, WHAT ARE YOU DOING JUST STARING AFTER HIM?

RUN AFTER HIM AND TELL HIM IT'S OK AND THAT YOU SHOULD CONTINUE SOMEWHERE BEHIND CLOSED DOORS!!

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And some women! 👀

She's my favourite character in this thing, lol, followed closely by Sarah Shahi and Uma Thurman. And then Prince Henry 😅

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This guy stands no chance to the level that it's embarrassing he still keeps trying.

I almost feel sorry for him, but I kinda have the feeling that he's going to be the one to out Alex and Henry, so my sympathy is very shallow. Just know when you've lost, my man, and MOVE ON.

[pinkrangermemes]

RED SHOES & THE SEVEN DWARFS

please watch this movie, it's delightful. feel free to change pronouns and such when needed

"A magical land of princes and princesses, witches and monsters."

"Accidents and strange events happen all the time."

"We thought she was a witch. Sooo... we attacked her, but we were wrong."

"Everything changed the day we slayed a dragon and saved a princess."

"She wasn't a witch. She was a princess. The fairy princess!"

"How were we supposed to know!"

"So, anyway, she wanted to teach us a lesson, so she placed a curse on us, and this was a nasty one."

"And the only way to break the curse is to get a kiss from the most beautiful woman in the world."

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME? With THIS face!"

"Not again! How long must I wait!"

"Oh, pull yourself together."

"Huh. That wasn't there before."

"What is she up to now?"

"I can't believe my beloved daughter, ____, has turned 18."

"They said she was a witch, but she was too beautiful to be a witch."

"People around the castle have been disappearing, one by one."

"I should send _____ away to a safer place."

"Apples. The most suspicious of fruits."

"But they don't look dangerous."

"Green is like an ogre."

"Quit your complaining, _____!"

"I'm figuring out how to take this curse and kick it where the sun don't shine!"

"What was that, some kind of bird?"

"Magic mirror, full of wisdom, who's the fairest in the kingdom?"

"Inside note, wisdom and kingdom don't really rhyme."

"Cut the sass, and tell me her name!"

"Magic is just my first name. It's short for Magichard, like Richard."

"What can you do then?"

"Perhaps you should recruit another. Someone who stands to gain from your success."

"Let's not jump to conclusions."

"Yes, it could be a witch, but... Yeah, it's a witch."

"Wands where I can see'em, witch!"

"Fraulein! I baked you some revenge!"

"I have six roommates, but my name is on the lease."

"Wow. I look so... different."

"Oh, my gosh! What happened to me?"

"Is that... really what I look like? In the mirror, you see the same thing?"

"Obviously. I mean, I am a princess."

"Nah, that _____ isn't your type. You seem more like a _____ fan to me."

"Honestly, none of them are really my type."

"How can I assist you, my fair lady?"

"I need to find my father, and I know _____ can help."

"Leave it me. I'll find your father within the month."

"I already found your father like two weeks ago!"

"I just need a few days to get him across state lines."

"No one's offered to help me in such a long time..."

"I think I hit her too hard..."

"Who is coming to my birthday party?"

"If she's not gonna sleep, she can come to a party!"

"I DEMAND glorious guests!"

"I couldn't be anymore unpopular!"

"Finally! Someone talking sense!"

"Fear not, loyal hag!"

"I, Prince _____, shall find this fugitive and make her pay for her crimes--by making her attend my birthday party!"

"No! Whatever it is, I haven't seen it! Now, please, go away!"

"Hate to zap you, _____, but I need to impress a beautiful woman."

"_____, stop putting yourself in danger!"

"I see that light at the end of the funnel. Time for me to kick butt in heaven. I had a good run. Hashtag blessed."

"Seriously _____, you need to find a better way to hit on girls."

"Stand back. I may have to risk my life again."

"Where have you been? Something awful could've happened to _____ if I hadn't shown up!"

"You shouldn't go into the forest by yourself. It's a nightmarish landscape fit for only the finest warriors, like myself... and squirrels."

"Oh, I am so sorry. That was... much slappier than I intended it to be."

"To break this curse, we've got to work as a tightly knit team. Which means you do everything I say."

"You took your shot, you got slapped."

"A half baked plan is better than none!"

"It says: do not attempt to remove by force."

"I like a girl who can keep things classified."

"Who said you could leave your post?"

"I'm just walking the bunny."

"There's no need to push me into a corner. This is super scary."

"Are you a criminal!?"

"Just let me know what you want. Anytime. For the rest of your life."

"I don't want your jewels, only your good intentions."

"Ugh, it's that loser, Prince _____."

"Don't troll me, troll."

"Can we get this over with? They're just dwarves!"

"Gentleman, he surrenders."

"I! Shall! Return! On Tuesday. No, wait, let me check my clandarrrr.... Thursday."

"You always talk about what someone looks like."

"I think I can see the real you, and I like you. Just as you are."

"You're a gift. A gift that will transform me into someone amazing, just like you're amazing."

"Nope! Stand back! I got this! One... Two... Okay, yeah, I need help."

"This kingdom has a serious monster problem!"

"What do they want besides smashing us!"

"Take a look, _____! I have triumphantly saved the day!"

"You're going after _____ yourself?"

"By the time I figured out _____ was a witch, _____ had already disappeared."

"If I had given up their magic, you wouldn't have helped me find my father, would you?"

"I'm talking about the kind of spell you never want to break."

"I just wonder what I would have done if I'd seen the real _____."

"Seriously? It's still all about appearances for you?"

"Those are bears."

"If you think you've humiliated, embarrassed, and otherwise frustrated me... you're right."

"Sweet lord, please end this."

"You've torn apart my family, and you will not get away with it, _____!"

"What's going to happen to her?"

"It's a good day to break a curse."

"You're the most beautiful woman in the world, whether my eyes are open or closed."

[writingsofwesteros]

https://www.tumblr.com/writingsofwesteros/757363388405989376/httpswwwtumblrcomwritingsofwesteros757350202?source=share

If there's one thing Nora's gonna do, it's handle businesssss-

"In return for the supply of extra grain and meat sent through the ports at Oldtown and Lannisport, and House Martell's allegiance to your brother as the rightful King, you offer me a marital alliance between my youngest girl and your nephew, the Prince Maelor." Nora nodded. "Indeed. You would also have the support of my family's dragons should ever you need them, you only need call upon us." Prince Qoren folded his arms and chuckled, "And what of you? Which lord or prince will hold your hand in marriage?" She sipped her wine. "My hand is not yet on the mart, My Prince." "By order of whom?" He asked. "King Aegon....or your brother the Hand?" Nora smirked. "Both of them." Prince Qoren set his chalice down, saying, "Tis' a pity that in Westeros they do not always see a woman's true value- for if you were a Dornishwoman, rest assured you would be elevated as befits your clear wisdom." "I always knew Dornish men were great flatters," She replied.

That very afternoon she mounted Cannibal, and began the flight to King's Landing, a parchment with House Martell's seal stamped on it secured in Cannibal's saddle bag. That evening in the Red Keep Aemond and Aegon sat watching Jaehaera play with her dolls as Helaena watched her crickets in their little cages. "When will Aunty Nora come back?" Jaehaera asked her father. "Soon, sweetling." Aegon said, as he set down his chalice. "The dragon brings the sun as it takes flight." Helaena whispers softly. Moments later, the familiar screech of the Cannibal pierced the air, and the guards flew into a commotion as they shouted, "Dragon!" Aemond and Aegon flew onto their feet as Aemond instructed Helaena to stay back inside- he could never be too safe, not after Jaehaerys. He and Aegon ran out as Aegon shouted, "Halt!" As the guards were preparing defence. He and Aemond watched as the Cannibal landed nearby outside the city. He and Aemond mounted two horses and rode through the streets to where their sister usually kept her dragon. As they approached, they could see Cannibal's chilling green eyes on them, and he growled- even Aemond himself was hesitant to approach the Cannibal too close. Nora slid down her dragon and approached her brothers, her silver curls windblown as she smiled, saying, "Missed me?" Aegon pulled her close and kissed her deeply, murmuring, "You were gone for too long." Aemond pulled her to him, kissing her with equal fervour, as she said between kisses, "I was gone but a few days." "Your King commanded no more than a week." Aegon grumbled as she mounted Aemond's horse. "Well I'm here now, My King. I shall be sure to seek absolution from My King and his Hand tonight." She hummed as they rode back.

Helly has already put Jaehaera to sleep and is waiting in Nora's chambers, her hair loose in her robe- her brothers were not the only ones who had missed her.

!!!!!!

oh she is good, she really is their diplomatic weapon

(imagine her going to Winterfell..Aegon is not happy about such a thing)

Helaena looking so glorious here; so beautiful. Nora did not make the first; her sister's soft lips were soon upon her and she could not stop her hands moving down that silky hair of hers

[goth-iqqa]

BLAME THE ROSES

Chapter Two- The Son, the Crippled, and the Queen

(Revised and edited)

18+ MDI

Life can only be paid with death. After the demise of Princess Allysanne, a cursed couple brings forth a new life across the Narrow Sea, unbeknownst to the war approaching.

Daemon × Fem!reader, Aegon II × reader

Warnings: angst, cheating, smut, neglect, violence, death/gore. mentions of suicide. kidnappina. dub con, non con, (Targ)incest, pregnancy, miscarriage.

AN: I’m sorry this took so long, idk what happened, pls forgive me. Im not very confident in this chapter, so just bear with me. Also if you’re reading this, thank you for your support💕ily all!!!!

THE MOMENT LADY Y/N BEGAN her descent into fire and blood was in the tourney to Jacaerys name, settled above the chants for gore and the clash of swords from men who proudly raised to the young prince. She sat next to Rhaenyra then, charmed away by the rows of bannermen and knights who crossed the burning grounds for a glorious victory, honored to their house and their lords.

It had only been a few hours since her arrival, the feast had yet to begin, and the first round of champions was set to battle. Princess Rhaenyra did not spare a moment alone for the youngest, before the scurry of pastries entered the great hall and the abrupt facade of the girl-child fell, she slithered her arms around hers with a promise to a festive slaughter of blooms. Thorns of the mighty, she called it. “You’re to be part of the Dragon soon, you will sit with us.”

Before the ground painted red, in the passing of her ripening, her ladies in waiting tugged at the strings of her dress, suffocating and tightening over bruised skin and shattered bones to the smallest silhouette her father deemed perfect. One, the oldest woman, greyer and quieter than a mouse, rubbed scented oils behind her young lady’s ears, her arms, and between her legs down below.

“Why?” Y/N asked, confused.

Her voice went dead between the ears of her maids when a knock at the door caused their heads to lower down and welcome the golden prince into his youngest daughter’s quarters. The veils of oak doors opened and Calyx Endo, dressed in black and threads of gold, stood before them, underneath the gaze of a frail sun, a smile spread across his face.

“My,” he stilled when he saw her dress. “You are beautiful, my dear girl.” Long fabrics of soft orange and yellow sunsets, woven with the symbol of her house, stretched to the floor and danced behind her figure. A jaguar, threaded with black and silver gists of precious stones remained at the pleats of her skirt, thin in rows for the aloof weather. “The most beautiful girl I have ever seen, indeed.”

“You speak lies, Father. I could never compare to the beauty of your oldest daughter. Lady Aelle is the one who should stand here, rather than me.”

Though Y/N would never speak ill of her sisters, Aelle, the oldest sired by the prince and his first wife, was the only one she spared. Aelle Endo was not wise, and—according to the jabs the young princess would often taunt—a cunt with poor skills to maintain herself afloat. One who failed in her wifely duties and carried vines of whores wrapped around her fingers and beneath her feet. If their father's wealth was thinning, Aelle would be the one to blame.

“She’d do anything to remain in your grace, Father.” She stepped away from the hands of her maids and forward to her father. Her fingers fixed and stretched the collar of his shirt. “Aelle would be more than willing to marry a child. She would not greed for more, a queen gets all the gold she desires. My sister does not have an empty hand to play if I’m allowed to say.”

Calyx chuckled. “You are right, Aelle would do anything. She is rogue and careless. I could never trust someone as sloppy as your sister is. Which is why you’re here, not her. Is that not what you wanted? To be a queen?”

“I’d be past my prime when Prince Jace sits the Iron Throne.”

“You are a child, my dear. You are much too young to think of your gray years.” He added, “I was as old as Prince Jace is now when I first wed. Aelle’s mother was nearly five and ten. Age is not a matter of concern.”

“It is, Father, it is to me. Lady Baela and Rhaena have equal name days as the prince. Who’s to say Princess Rhaenyra will choose me over the granddaughters of the Sea Snake?”

“You mustn’t worry too much,” his hands reached to hold her face and his thumbs soothed the furrow of her eyebrows. “All you’re to do is be yourself. Teach the princess to play chess without a board, make her king bend to your will. It would not be the first time a black king falls to a white queen.”

Y/N only nodded in her father’s embrace. Choosing to continue adorning her ears and fingers with golden jewelry, her maids crowded her once more. “The Tourney will be starting soon. We must make haste. The King wishes to meet you before then.”

The princess pursed her lips, like she usually did when she was disconcerted. And while that had the habit of irking her father, as long as she was not airing out her frustrations or speaking wild schemes in a game of chess, Calyx Endo was content. “Fetch Midnight, as well. He will be your gift to the prince.”

They were not the first ones to arrive, though not the last, judging by the empty row of the box where the sons of the King were meant to sit. Rhaenyra pulled her to the seat beside hers, smiling as she prepared herself to gossip with her future daughter-by-law about the different knights and ladies present. Mere heads, sworn to her and bent to her rule over them in the years to come. Hers…and the hereafter queen that lolled at her side.

It was a few more moments before the King finally rose to greet the ecstatic crowds of commoners, high lords, and knights gathered beneath the sun. He rose amidst the cheering of the tribunes below them. "Be welcome!" The crowd began to quiet down as he began his welcome discourse. "I know many of you have traveled long leagues to be at these games. But I promise, you will not return disappointed."

Y/N heard a scoff come from beside her. A pale shadow, dressed in green and flattered by the beauty of his ancestors, flumped onto the chair meant for her father.

"When I look at the fine knights in these lists, I see a group without equal in our histories. On this auspicious day, ten years ago, the realm was blessed with Prince Jacaerys Velaryon, my first grandson! I am happy to share this blessing among all of you,”

She looked at him, for the first time. The line of his silver scalp dancing above his shoulders, the flicker in his lilac eyes, the tip of his crooked nose, and down to the muddy boots on his feet. “I am Aegon,” he leaned with confidence and the titter of a drunken man. “Prince Aegon. And you are…?”

“Y/N,” she simply answered. “I am Y/N Endo.”

“Ah, the princess of Manmo. Mother spoke plenty of you.”

“May the light of the Seven shine upon all combatants!” King Viserys concluded with a smile, raising his hands benevolently before returning to his seat. The crowd cheered and clapped, as did all sitting in the royal square, some more or less enthusiastically.

The games began at once. Red painted the ground before long and delicate petals soothed the ache in the shouts of the people who roared after more, bashing a man for another. Y/N did not react. Not when the skull of a knight exploded beneath the fist of a bare cavalier of no house. She remained still, watching the bits of flesh spread to the walk so gently like opals of red roses. The body of the knight writhed in its last breath before falling deadly still, in foolish honor.

“What a shame,” Aegon leaned toward her once more. “Baratheon knights tend to put on a show before their end. Your brother made him squeal like a pig.”

“My brother is quite skilled, my prince,” Y/N said, pleased and raised in pride for the brother she loved most. “It is no surprise, at all.”

“That is known. It is said he fought alongside my uncle in the Stepstones when he was just a boy. Beheaded many dornishmen in battle, the knight of Blood and Steel they called him. I need not wonder if they’re just rumors anymore, Ser Syrion Corgel has proven himself quite well.”

Y/N shook her head, though her expression never changed. “My apologies, Your Grace, but you are wrong. It would be impossible for Syrion to aid in the Daughters’ War. He’s only a year younger than me, and I was only a babe when the siege came to an end.”

Below them, the drums rolled in anticipation as a King's Guard mounted the black flag and red crest of House Targaryen onto the barrel across from their shortened square.

“It was my oldest brother,” she continued. “Ser Haenys Endo, who fought along the sellsword army. He was a fine knight, and he died, with honor, as one.”

In truth, Y/N did not know many things about the War for the Stepstones or her eldest brother. A once-named heir, Haenys Endo was the only son fathered by the Solstice prince and his second wife, spared by the gods on his twentieth name day when the sword of another and the crest of a sun and a spear slew his body whole.

It was a shame, the young princess often said. She didn't remember his face anymore, puzzles of the brother she once knew were twisted and foggy in her mind, the remembrance only in the words and stories her father uttered. The bronze child, a death paid for her birth.

For a moment, Aegon appeared to register her words. She watched him, his mouth opened then closed when it seemed a joke and a taunt threatened to spill from his cracked lips. “I did not know, my lady. I simply assumed Ser Syrion was—“

“Brother?” At last, Princess Rhaenyra acknowledged the missed beat. When her question to the young girl went unanswered, and the soft grunts of discomfort disappeared, Rhaenyra turned to Y/N. She had wondered if the gore had been too much for her like it’d done in the much younger years, but her eyes landed on Aegon and she worried much more. “Are you not meant to sit beside Aemond?”

“Aemond is an idiot,” Aegon answered with a shrug. “I much rather this view, sister.”

“I’m sure your mother will not be pleased to hear you speak of our brother that way.” Rhaenyra’s eyes moved to Y/N and a smile perched on her lips. “Do you wish to change seats?”

“It is quite alright, thank you, princess.”

A pale hand soon fell over hers, embracing cold fingers in familiar warmth. “I’ve got you a gift,” Rhaenyra said, excitedly. “You used to enjoy playing Cavysse when I first met you. Do you still play?”

Y/N nodded. “I do. It’s the one thing that takes my head off all chaos.” Marriage, her father, her brother, her mother, the young princess could not decide which one. “I could not think of a more pleasurable way to relax.”

Both Aegon and Rhaenyra laughed.

“Well, yes,” the crown princess straightened her poise but the flicker of tease did not leave her eyes. “It is a mind-consuming process, I imagine. I could never keep up when you spoke about it, Cavysse and chess. A passionate little girl you were then. I almost wondered if you spoke anything other than kings and queens across black and white squares,” she said. “I hope in your stay, you will teach me to play.”

While not everything spoken of the princess was true, her love did truly lie in the pieces of wood and a simple checkered board. Even when the cards flipped, and the ashes of a lost dream roamed in the wake, Y/N remained aside the gift she most treasured. A gift from the other princess she came to love most. “I’d be honored to.”

“If you decide to spend the years to come in Dragonstone, you will need a partner to play with.”

“If I decide?”

“If you decide,” Rhaenyra repeated, “To wed my son. I will not agree to the union unless you’ve chosen for yourself. Your father is a man who speaks to please, I do not wish you to be rattled and swayed by his words, as well.”

“My Father is—“

“For his first challenge,” The loud drums announced to the crowds below them. “ Prince Daemon chooses Ser Syrion Corgel, sworn protector of Bilge and the golden islands of Manmo.”

Upon his name, Y/N’s response went quiet and she jerked her eyes to the battlefield once again. The bastard of Alanis Endo moved forward, mounted in the black stallion of his sister, and he bowed his head to the King, lifting his helmet when he turned in her direction. He smiled, confidently, shimmering in the light and fortified in clatters of silver armor. “I would kindly ask for Princess Rhaenyra’s favour.”

On the opposite end of the field, the churlish princess could see Daemon Targaryen staring, intensely, at the exchange between the bastard of Manmo and the crown princess while his squire polished the red lance in his fist. Rhaenyra, upon the tease of her husband, Laenor Velaryon, blessed the weapon of the knight with a wistful smile and a crown of red roses, delicately looped through the heavy metal lance and let it fall to the leathered grip.

“Best of luck, Ser Syrion.”

Y/N smiled, proudly, when Princess Rhaenyra returned to her seat and the beat of the drums began again. The familiarity of the scene brought a sudden chill to her back, a spark that traveled to her limbs and goosebumps painted the flawless skin of her arms and beneath her skirt. Her fists tightened in anticipation as she neared the edge of her seat.

The crowd cheered, and with one simple kick of the heels against their horse's sides, the two were off, hurtling toward one another at a speed so high. For a moment, Y/N could not distinguish their armor, had she not seen the crests carved into their shields, she would not know who declared for each side of those tribunes.

“You said your brother was skilled,” the boy at her side chimed above a whisper. “I hope he’s skilled and wise enough not to return home a corpse, my lady.”

She flinched at Aegon’s words, unwillingly, but she did not bother to reply.

Syrion was skilled, a strong cavalier, and strangely, was as much an enigma to his contemporaries as to his sister. His commanding presence drew men to his sword, Thorn, yet he had no close friends, save for his sisters, Y/N and Saera, the companions of his youth and first breath. Women were drawn to him, the princess often joked, but Ser Syrion remained ever faithful to his knighthood and the blade he wielded with passion.

The brother (the only one) she loved most, Y/N never failed to let others know. Not the people of court, not the dragons that watched as she stood and approached the rim of the balcony, silently standing next to the dwarf who watched everything, alone.

Below, in the field, Syrion and the prince neared the center in chanting mares. Her brother was quick to the task, leaning only slightly forward to ram his lance into Prince Daemon’s shoulder, almost knocking the cur off his horse. Y/N gritted her teeth, anxiously, when the silver prince managed to tighten his hold and remain on the horse until they each reached the other end of the stadium. Regaining his previous position, Daemon hurtled toward her brother once again, determined to be the only one left on his horse by the end of this.

Y/N saw it coming before her brother did. In the bite, Prince Daemon decided to stick his lance in front of her horse, the mare, much faster than smarter, rammed into the blunt curve of his weapon, a cry left the stallion’s lips when he dropped to the ground, still. His eye was raptured and carved by the lance that pierced through his skull, Y/N gasped. Her fists tightened, her knuckles turned white and they seemed to explode when she looked at his rider.

Her brother, Syrion had been thrown to the ground, folded at an awkward stance in the dirt beneath the petals, his back twisted and his arm broken. His armor was dented from the impact, edged and digging into his bruising flesh.

Despite it all, the Prince seemed perfectly content to ignore the scene he had just caused, instead he trotted his horse over to the royal box. Daemon spared only a glance her way, smirking, as he greeted his daughters and requested his youngest’s favour for the next round.

The crowd cheered hesitantly as two guards rushed to aid the defeated off the field.

Ser Syrion Corgel never got up.

According to her maids, when the hours of the owl painted the Red Keep in its dark veil, Y/N remained at her brother’s side, loyally. It was said, when the news of the incident traveled to the ears of the young princess, she’d not taken kindly to the butcher of her brother. Surely, if it were any true, Grand Maester Mellos, faithful and true to his duty, did not expect the dagger drawn to his neck, threatened by the vicious Volantene tongue.

The curtains had risen, and light flickered from the sun above into the window from the highest peak of the castle. Among the soft clatters and whispers of maesters, shuttled in the sheets, Syrion Corgel watched the scene take display mere feet from his own.

The blade, black with obsidian stones and chiseled to the sharpest of steels, pressed to the maester’s throat in a single breath. Much too fast for the watchful eyes and the bodies of the guards to react, the princess did not hesitate and she embraced the light drag of the dagger against old, damaged skin.

“Udligon nyke!” Y/N gritted, “Answer me! Will my brother ever stand again?”

Grand Maester Mellos took a shaky breath. His hand went to the girl’s shoulder in an attempt to thwart her attack, but the much smaller frame did not stop. Instead, she pushed forward and the blade dug deeper. “You said you will heal him. Did you not? You said he’d be fine, then why is he still unable to rise?!”

“Princess, I’ve done everything—“ the man tried to explain, “I’ve done everything in my knowledge. My hands are not powerful, my lady, I’ve read through countless books in the Citadel. There are cases in which the damage fixes itself. If we just give it a few days…perhaps, Ser Syrion will stand.”

“Perhaps? I will cut your—“

“Let him go, Y/N.” Behind them, the heavy doors pushed open and Calyx Endo marched with the confidence of a proud man. “Hurting the Maester of the King is punished by death, it is treason in the council’s eyes, my dear. Let the man go.”

It was the first time Y/N had seen her father. After his sudden disappearance, he had not heard the sudden call and cry that rioted from her throat, the tears that ran down his daughter’s cheeks when her brother failed to wake in the early hours after the battle of second sons—he’d been scheming, Y/N was sure. The look that was only carried by a man who stumbled upon a barrel of gold laced in his eyes so mischievously, for a moment, she feared him.

His hand did not waste a moment to yank the knife from her hold, separating both bodies with the cane, carved with the finest stones and of dragon glass. “Apologize,” he demanded. “Apologize for the mistake you’ve made and the inconvenience you’ve caused.”

Like a corpse, Y/N went along. “I’m sorry,” she said. Her eyes remained on the oldest man of the two. “It was not my intention, my Lord. I did not wish to harm you. You’ve done everything you could. It is not my place to expect miracles from a man who shares a table with the King. I deserve a punishment.”

She bowed, almost shamefully.

“It is quite alright.” He tried fixing himself. “I understand emotions are high. Your brother, Ser Syrion, will heal. Whether his legs will continue to function, is not up to me.”

Again, Y/N apologized. After a while, when the Maesters were gone and just the three of them remained, silence in the room was broken again. “He killed my horse!” She hissed, “He made my brother into a cripple! Why must he be free of punishment?”

“It was only a duel,” her father answered. “They both agreed to it. One of them was set to win, and Prince Daemon won.” Calyx turned to Syrion, who laid quietly on his bed. “Be only grateful you did not die, instead of the horse. Your mother would rain hellfire if you returned a corpse.”

“It is not fair.”

“I know. But it was a game, a game Syrion played and lost. It is nothing more, my dear.”

Y/N returned to her brother’s side. “I’m sorry,” Syrion was the first to speak. His voice was groggy, and his hand trembled when he reached the sheathed sword that rested aside him. “I can no longer protect you, sister. I had planned to, until my last breath, but—“ a sob choked from his throat.

“Don’t…”

She almost spoke further, a remembrance of the past, wooden swords and pit-and-patters of feet chanted by laughter then a threat to a wordless boy who forced a scar to his sister’s chest. Her eyes harden when she glanced at her brother once more: weak and bruised, frozen in the favour of the warm blanket that covered his twisted legs.

“You never needed my help, not ever.” When his arm stretched, the sword, leathered in a tunic of skin, was pushed into her own, forced into her grasp until her fist tightened around the sheath. “If I must return home, I will not leave you undefended. Thorn will remain in your hands.”

“It will not.” She tried to protest, “You will stay here, with it. Your legs will get better, and you will fight once more. You are not to give up, brother. I will not allow it.”

Syrion shook his head. “No. If you speak of my legs once again, I will be offended,” he laughed, a bitter laugh. “Stop being stubborn and receive my gift, at once. Swear to it.”

“But I—“

“Swear to it.”

For a moment, Y/N was quiet. She could not say no. The missed beat was soon fetched by the blade being unsheathed, the soft clatter resonating in the room like quiet pins. Thorn, the sword red as gore and mended by hot dragon breath, was a gift from Queen Visenya to the girl queen of the neighboring golden islands. Once said, fought the same wars Dark Sister slaughtered, wielding alongside Vaghar and the cats of black fur against great houses of the West.

Alysanne Endo, the Untamed, mother of all, the blessed, was—as books came to call—the first true friend of Visenya Targaryen. Before the crown was placed onto the head of her brother-husband, in the sky above, Vaghar rumbled and shook the clouds when the oath of loyalty came from Queen Alysanne, in all her mighty glory, sworn to the friend she loved most.

In the hours before her execution, as far as historians cared to record, the girl-queen broke her vow, and the blade of her sword bit into her flesh, breaking skin, and the last thread Queen Visenya declared a traitor. Alysanne Endo did not die painlessly, her last breath came with a curse to her friend and the line of successors that came from her blood.

“I will come back, one way or another,” Alysanne Endo seethed before the Iron Throne, King Maegor, and the dowager Queen. “And every time you’re reborn, I will drag you to the deepest veil of death before your first breath. I will hunt you till you are nothing but ash.”

And at last, in Ser Syrion’s eyes, the last queen had come back in the body of his sister. Weaker and smaller than the frame of the warrior afore, but Y/N would be one to prove him wrong. “It is said, only a true fighter is worthy enough for Thorn. You must only use it for protection. Do not taint its reputation with the blood of the innocent. Swear to it, sister.”

Y/N continued to watch the blade rather than her brother, observing the majestic splendor of red and silver. “I swear.” There wasn’t any truth in the words she said, yet only her father seemed to catch them. “I will wield this sword as honorably as you did.”

Anything but, had it been, when the young princess crossed Maegor’s Holdfast, the clatter of her newfound sword was not missed by the man with a debt to pay. Daemon Targaryen stood before her, a lamenting smile adorned his chalky face and his eyes roamed her figure whole for a while. The look of a jealous man, preying upon his daughters’ competition for a title that was not secured.

He was offended, Rhaenyra had hinted in the early hours. His daughter’s offer was placed on the table but refused for the one with a lesser name.

It did not help his aunt, Saera Targaryen, vile and rich with her words, only spoke the truth when it came to her granddaughter. “A girl so innocent on the outside”—her fist tightened over the handle of the red blade and her tongue rolled with unspoken threats—“but so cruel on the inside.”

The flower before him seemed to be anything but.

“How’s your brother?” Daemon asked. “I heard the King granted him countless aid.”

“He’s alright. The Grand Maester has faith, and so do I. It is not the first time Syrion has gotten injured in a tourney. Injuries come and go, they heal and are forgotten.”

The prince nodded his head. His eyes moved to the sword guarded in her hands. “Thorn,” he whispered, almost amused. “Last I saw it was in Ser Haeny’s hold as he slaughtered men in my name. It is nice for Dark Sister to be at its once-companion's side yet again. A good change, even. It deserves to be in the hands of someone like you, niece. People speak lively of your skills, it is no wonder.”

Y/N bit her tongue and smiled. “Perhaps you would like to help me. I do not know much about swords, a knife gifted by Otto Hightower is the closest thing I’ve held to a blade.”

“I’d enjoy bonding with the blood of my whore of an aunt, but I don't seem to have enough time. Should you be in urgent need, seek the help of tainted bastards like yourself, niece. Perhaps one like your brother will teach you well.”

Daemon smirked then pushed past her.

“Prince Daemon,” Y/N called. He turned to face her. “I hope you are careful at night. It is your tendency to escape into the tunnels of the Red Keep, you might not know what hides in the darkness. You are aging, and your senses must be going mute. I will pray for your safety…uncle.”

A quiet oath was made when she was the one to walk away.

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Kang Yeosang : Prince Of Hearts (Part 1/9)

Pairing : Kang Yeosang (Ateez) and named character (Moon Yena)

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Synopsis : Yeosang is a kind-hearted crown prince of a nation that is largely out of the spotlight and harmonious. Yena is the ruthless empress of an empire that is large and glorious, except it is about to go into war. And in order to win the war, yena requires certain minerals that only yeosang’s nation could provide her with. Except there are conditions. What is she going to have to do to win the heart of the crown prince? Or is she going to lead her empire into it’s own demise? 

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A/n : inspired by the song “Beautiful Mess - inspired by China By Kristian Kostov”

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Yena bent down to go under a twig, her blood-red cape flowing behind her freely. She looked around the unfamiliar surroundings, hating the fact that someone like her had gotten lost in a goddamn forest out of all places. She had just arrived in this island and she was already lost, fantastic. Yena paused as she heard a noise not far behind her, her senses heightening at the sound of leaves crunching. Someone was coming.

Yena turned around swiftly, letting out a grunt as she felt something pierce through her left shoulder as soon as she turned. She looked down and noticed that it was an arrow, one that did not belong to her country, which meant that the someone she had heard before was foe.

Yena heard the footsteps again, now coming closer to her. Except it was now behind her. She kept herself from turning behind, her hand grasping the handle of her royal sword that was currently sheathed to her waist band. As soon as she knew the person was right behind her, she swiftly turned around, unsheathing her sword in the process and holding it against the neck of the man standing in front of her.

The man's eyes widened as he let out a gasp, the edge of the arrow pierced into yena's shoulder now pressed against the man's chest. He looked at it, panic filling his eyes at the sight of blood dripping down his arrow.

??? : oh my god.

Yena : identify yourself, stranger.

The man flinched and looked at yena as he said

??? : w-what? Oh yes um, I am the…prince of Kedah, Kang Yeosang.

Yena : you're the future king of this island?

The man made a small humming noise before looking at the arrow

??? : I'm sorry. I was chasing a deer, trying to hunt it down for supper. I like hunting, you see. I heard your footsteps and thought it was the deer and shot you accidentally. Forgive me, my lady.

Yena : mm.

Yena moved her sword away from yeosang's neck before sheathing it back as yeosang said

Yeosang : I can take you to the palace and let the healers take care of your wound, if you do not mind that.

Yena : wonderful, the palace was where I intended to go until this…inconvenience you caused.

Yeosang : you were going to go to the palace? Why? Wait…who are you again?

Yena : Moon Yena.

She pulled out the arrow harshly from her shoulder, not making a sound of pain as she said

Yena : Empress of China.

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Yeosang : what is the empress of China doing in our nation?

Yena avoided a sharp stone lying on the ground as the both of them walked through this forest to reach the palace, yeosang guiding the way as if he had built this place himself.

Yena : your nation is supposed to be rich in mineral content, prince kang, minerals that have high value in the mainland market. I would like to invest in some of them.

Yeosang : I don't think they're for sale, your majesty.

Yena : even if I offer all the money you require?

Yeosang : we have enough and more of that, we've ruled this country for centuries from here.

Yena : there's never too much money and power, prince kang.

Yeosang sighed and looked at the wound in yena's shoulder, blood still trickling down from it.

Yeosang : are you sure that doesn’t…hurt?

Yena : I've fought 3 wars within the span of my 8 years of ruling, an arrow wound like this is nothing.

Yeosang chuckled and said

Yeosang : I, on the other hand have killed 3 deers within the span of my 26 years of living. Isn't that an accomplishment!

Yeosang looked at yena, expecting her to at least smile. When he realized she wasn't the type to smile at jokes, he sighed and asked

Yeosang : do people accept you as their ruler? Since you know, you're a woman.

Yena : I've never really cared about their opinions, hence I'm not really sure. If they don't like me as their ruler, they've done quite a good job at hiding their feelings anyway.

Yeosang nodded and pointed forward as he said

Yeosang : well! We've reached the palace.

Yena looked forward as a huge stone carved building came into her view, gold lining it's walls and the walls having waterfalls flow down them. Yena stepped forward with huge eyes as she marveled silently at how beautiful and rich the palace was. Yeosang smiled and said

Yeosang : welcome to Malaya, empress.

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Yena and yeosang walked down the throne room to where the king, yeosang's father was sitting on the throne, the other people in the room bowing down as the guard behind them said in a loud voice

Guard : His grace, Kang Yeosang, crown prince of Malaya and Her majesty, Moon Yena, empress of China, Japan and Korea.

Yeosang looked at yena with shocked eyes as he said

Yeosang : Japan and Korea too?

Yena : I told you I fought three wars.

Yeosang : I-I thought that was a joke.

Yena : I don't joke, prince kang.

Yena paused in front of the king as yeosang sighed and walked up the stairs, bowing at the subjects before sitting in his seat beside his father. Yena gave a small nod of respect at King Hwan as he said

Hwan : I hadn't expected you to reach us this fast, your grace. And I had expected you to arrive with your companions, not my son.

Yena looked to her right as she noticed that the people who had come along with her from Korea to this island had already reached. Of course they had.

Yena : well what can I say, our boats are quite faster now. And your son, led me out of the forest where I had gotten lost, thanks to some…people.

Yena looked at her guards standing in the side with their eyes to the floor, knowing they had messed it all up.

Hwan : well then, what does such a respectable empress like you have to do in our humble kingdom.

Yena : minerals, I wish to invest in the minerals that your kingdom has influence over.

Whispers arose between the subjects, some shocked and some angered.

Hwan : what do we get in return?

Yena : anything you wish for that I would be able to give you. Money, clothes, land, you name it.

Hwan : those are all things we have in abundance, tell me something you can give that we do not have and I will think about it.

Yena let out a light breath as she thought about what she could possibly offer in order to attain these minerals. She had to buy these minerals at any cost, it was crucial to the development of her nation, and to hold on to her dynasty. A war was coming, and she had to win it at any cost. Nobody except her family and herself knew about this and she wanted it to remain that way for now. But in the near future, it would be unavoidable. Winning the war meant using weapons the foe would not be aware of, and these minerals were the last step to the innovation of that weapon that could save her reign.

Yena's eyes fell on yeosang, who was looking at her intently. And the more she stared at him, all innocence and softness within those deep brown eyes, a strand of his long brown hair falling on his eyes as he brushed it back with a small frown, she realized what she could offer. There was only one way to save her empire, kang yeosang.

Yena : I offer your son, the crown prince, the position of being emperor. By my side, of course.

The king's eyes widened, just as yeosang's did as everyone in that room, including her own guards gasped in surprise. Yena knew how different this was, and how unexpected. She would probably be the first queen in history to offer to marry the king's son in order to attain something else. But she didn't care, and she didn't mind. She rather liked making history.

Hwan : you mean it?

Yena : I don't say things I don't mean, your majesty. I offer my hand in marriage to your son, and to make him emperor of my nations. In return for those minerals, how much ever it is that I require. That, is the deal I propose.

The king looked at yeosang who stood up and walked towards yena, anger filling his voice as he said

Yeosang : how could you, without even asking me.

Yena : well, your father didn't leave me much choice here, did he?

Yeosang : you-

Hwan : son.

Yeosang paused, looking at his father.

Hwan : we need to talk. Join me in my leisure room within 5 minutes. And you too, your grace, join us as well.

The king stood up as the subjects around him bowed. Hwan left the throne room as the other people in the throne room slowly started dispersing as well. A few maids walked towards yena and bowed before saying

Maid : would you like us to show you to your room, your majesty?

Yena : no, just take my baggage to the room and leave it there, tend to our horses as well. I'll come by later.

The maids nodded and left, taking yena's guards along with them as well. Yeosang let out a breath, his hands brushing his hair behind as he said

Yeosang : I can't believe this happened.

Yena : it's that exciting?

Yeosang : No, moon yena, it's that terrible. I do not wish to be a king, let alone an emperor!

Yena ignored that he had called her by her full name without any honorifics.

Yena : what were you going to do after your father died then? Flee?

Yeosang : I was going to name my cousin the king and live a life away from this palace in peace, yes. And now you've come here and destroyed everything.

Yena : we are rulers, lord prince, we do not get to choose the life we lead.

Yeosang : but we do get to choose the ones we marry, don't we? I can't marry someone I don't even know, let alone love!

Yena scoffed.

Yena : did you seriously think you were going to marry the person you love?

Yeosang : how else do people marry. Marriage is supposed to be something built out of love, sacrifice and promises-

Yena : you sound like a child, prince kang. There is no love in marriage, there is only understanding and a mutual sharing of power. Marriage is an economical proposition in order to achieve something external, there are no feelings involved in the process for people like us.

Yeosang looked at yena, not having words left to say.

Yena : you don't know how cruel the world outside is, prince kang. Your father has protected you from all the pain and hence you believe that the world is a good place. Leave this island and come with me and you'll understand that love, is far gone from this world.

Yeosang : you wouldn't be standing here, talking to me if it wasn't for love. You were born because of it, even if your parents married as a form of proposition, as you said before. Any sort of physical intimacy involves love and you're alive because of it.

Yena clenched her hands that were held behind her back, speechless for the first time.

Yeosang : and as for pain? My father never protected me from it, he only inflicted it on me.

Yeosang turned around and walked towards one of the exits of the throne room, pausing on his tracks to say

Yeosang : follow me if you do not wish to get lost a second time, empress.

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Hwan : son, you know we have to do this.

Yeosang : appa, I don't even know her.

Yena : you'll have years on end to know me after the wedding is done, prince kang.

Yeosang pressed his lips together and looked yena who was leaning against the corner of Hwan's leisure room with crossed arms, only adding minimal comments while yeosang tried talking his dad out of the deal.

Hwan : she's right, yeosang, you'll be emperor if you marry her. Do you know how big that is to our legacy? Our dynasty? Your heir is going to rule Malaya while being the emperor of 3 other powerful nations.

Yeosang : h-heir?? Appa I don't even wish to marry her-

Hwan : be rational, son. You're a prince, the kingdom should matter more to you than mere love.

Yena nodded in agreement.

Yeosang : appa!

Hwan : what? She's pretty too, you'll finally have a wife whose beauty can match yours.

Yeosang : what in the-what does beauty have to do with any of this!

Yena : are you saying you do not want a beautiful wife?

Yeosang : I'm saying I need a sensible one.

Yena : did you just call an empress insensible?

Yeosang : yeah, are you going to execute me for it?

Yena : that-

Hwan : you'd make such an amazing married couple.

Yeosang : god!

Hwan sighed and said

Hwan : yeosang-ah, listen to me. This proposition the empress has offered, we will never receive it again. You know our kingdom needs this, it's been in the dark for too long. Think about our people, how happy they would be if our nation would get united into an empire under your rule.

That seemed to shift something in yeosang. So he was a people's king, yena thought.

Hwan : look, your thoughts do matter to me, but so does this. Hence do something, I will give the both of you a month.

Hwan looked at yena and stood up before saying

Hwan : if you manage to make my son fall in love with you within this month, you can have him, the minerals and our nation. If not, I'm afraid you'd have to leave.

Yena looked at yeosang, her gaze burning into yeosang's eyes. He pressed his lips together at that stare, understanding how intimidating the woman in front of him could be. He was only used to ladies being kind, respectful and being…lady-like, always wearing long dresses and having flowers in their hairs. Yena was the exact opposite, she was a woman.

Yena : do you agree to this, prince kang?

Yeosang looked at his father, who only gave him a look. Yeosang sighed before nodding and said

Yeosang : yes, a month is all you'll get.

Yena nodded and stood straight, wrapping her hand behind her back and walked towards the door while saying to yeosang on the way

Yena : show me around then, lord prince.

Yeosang looked at his father as yena walked outside, her head held high and her voice nonchalant. His father smiled and gave a small nod at yeosang as he fast-walked out the door to join yena.

Yeosang : are you seriously going to go out like this?

Yena paused, looking at yeosang

Yena : are you seriously saying I should go and wear some gown before going out-

Yeosang : no! your wound, it needs dressing up.

Yena looked at yeosang, slightly shocked. No one ever cared about her when she got wounds, even her own parents believed that learning to live with wounds was the first thing an empress should learn. Even the king Hwan hadn't said anything, but here yeosang was.

Yena : it's fine, just let it be.

Yeosang : your grace, it's an open wound. Too much blood loss can cause you harm.

Yena rolled her eyes, knowing there was no way around this and said

Yena : where's the infirmary.

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Yena : ask the nurses to leave, prince kang.

Yeosang looked at the nurses standing in the infirmary, eyeing yeosang and yena.

Yeosang : but if they leave who will-

Yena : I will take care of the wound myself. I don't like people touching me.

Yeosang : your grace, it would be better if they did it. The wound is-

Yena : do you not understand my point, I do not want people touching me so ask them to leave.

Yeosang sighed, not understanding why this woman was so difficult. He turned towards the nurses before saying

Yeosang : you may leave, her majesty wishes to tend to her own wounds.

Nurse : but the medicines?

Yeosang : I'll take it for her.

The nurses nodded and bowed before leaving yeosang and yena alone in the large infirmary that was decorated with plants and trees yena had never seen before. It was beautiful, just as the entire palace was.

Yena : and you? What are you doing here?

Yeosang walked towards the nearby shelf before picking up the necessary items as he said

Yeosang : staying, what else.

Yena : I just told you-

Yeosang : I'm sorry, I don't have to listen to you, do I? it's not like you listen to me anyways.

Yeosang sat on the bed with the supplies and motioned yena to sit next to him. She frowned.

Yeosang : weren't you planning to get us married? Don't you think you should at least be able to sit next to me?

Yena still didn't budge, her past not allowing her to move forward. Yeosang sighed and said softly

Yeosang : I won't hurt you, lady moon. Nothing's going to happen. And if you're so scared, unsheathe your sword and hold it against me while I treat you. If I do something, just kill me.

Yena let out a breath and walked towards the bed, sitting down next to yeosang and removing the top layer of her coat in order to treat the wound properly. Yeosang leaned forward and started applying the herbs, his finger lightly grazing yena's skin. Yena clenched her fists, trying hard to fight it.

Yeosang : why do you dislike people touching you?

Because it felt foreign to her, but she didn't say that.

Yena : it feels too personal.

Yeosang : then why are you letting me touch you right now?

Yena : because we're gonna get married soon enough and I'm going to have to get used to this.

Yeosang : me touching you?

Yena : your presence in all parts of my life.

Yeosang : and you're so sure I'll fall in love with you?

Yena : I suppose we'll just have to see.

Yeosang paused, looking up at yena since he was leaning down

Yeosang : what are you going to do to me, empress?

Yena : time, I'm going to give you time.

Yeosang : you think time will earn me?

Yena : doesn't time earn everyone?

Yeosang : your grace-

Yena : call me yena, let's start there.

Yeosang : w-what?

Yena : you done?

Yeosang cleared his throat and stood up, nodding his head

Yeosang : yes, your g-

He paused as yena looked at him. Yeosang sighed and said

Yeosang : yes, yena.

Yena nodded and stood up before wearing the upper layer of her dress that covered the bandage

Yena : good, now show me around.

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