#your honor they are guilty of stealing my heart

[rowdyluv]

how he flings his hands after is how i am when i get sticky 🥹

nope, nada, can’t do it.

[moonstruckme]

Glad your back love! I have a request if that’s alright. Remus and reader going on a bookstore date and lunch or something!! That would be so cute. Imagine how excited both of them would be picking out books and being affectionate. Just a lot of fluff and cuteness. Thanks sweetness hope you enjoyed your break!

Thanks for requesting sweetness!

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

You’re feeling a bit guilty about the teas you’ve snuck in, but if there are two people who can be trusted around books, it’s you and Remus. He takes a careful sip as he leans in to skim the titles, sticking one hand in the pocket of his pants. 

“Island of Love,” he reads, amusement lilting his tone. “Original.” 

“I think I’ve actually read some of that author’s stuff,” you say. 

Remus quirks a brow at you interestedly, hand coming out of his pocket to pull the novel from the shelf. “Let’s see, a summer wedding, the groom’s brother and bride’s maid of honor hate each other, but—oh, he’s frustratingly attractive…and something about passionate summer heat.” The corner of his mouth twitches. “Wonder what that could be alluding to.” 

“Alright.” You steal the book from him, slotting back into its space. “I never said this stuff was, like, literature to be studied at Oxford. If you’re going to disrespect my section, run along to yours.” 

“Fairly sure it’s considered rude to abandon your date,” he muses. “What’s my section, by the way?”

“Depressing stuff.” 

“Oh?” 

“Mhm.” You take a sip of your own tea, trying not to fluster under his attention. You scan the shelves idly for a distraction. “It’s all rather doom and gloom. Very well-written doom and gloom, to be fair, but I’m not always looking to have my life changed. This stuff is fun, at least.” 

“I see,” he hums. “Oh, this looks familiar.” 

You turn to see him holding up the shiny new version of the worn and waterstained paperback that rests perpetually on your nightstand at home. 

“How do you know about that?” you ask him. 

Remus smiles. Your heart flutters. “It was on the coffee table when I was over last week. Are you rereading it?” 

“Yeah.” You shrug, turning your eyes away from him. “I reread it a lot, it’s my favorite.” 

“Mm, I noticed it looked fairly battered.” 

“Well-loved,” you correct him. 

He chuckles quietly, and you grin because you can’t help it. “Right, so sorry. My mistake.” 

You brush a piece of hair out of your face, slotting it behind your ear. Watch Remus’ eyes track the movement. “So what’s your battered book?” 

“Hm?” 

“Your favorite,” you clarify. “The book that’s all war torn and full of nonsensical annotations.”

He thinks for a minute. “I’m not sure,” he admits. “I have a few I go back and forth between, but lately it’s been The Secret History.” 

You have to cover your mouth with a hand to hide the full breadth of your smile, and Remus narrows his eyes at you. 

“What?” he asks.

“That book is so depressing.” You shake your head, delighted at being so right. “I mean, it’s beautifully written,” you amend. “Really gorgeous. I’m just not sure I found the plot as compelling as the prose.” 

His mouth actually drops open. You can’t tell how much of the shock is teasing and how much is real. “You thought that book had no plot?” 

“No, I mean, plenty happened.” You turn to face him, forgetting about the books around you for a moment to focus on this one. “But I felt like it happened so slowly, and there was so much in between that was just tons of description. It was like they almost skimmed over the murder part! There were so many plotlines that were brought in and then just disappeared, though I guess I can respect the ways in which it reflected real life.”

You think for a second that Remus might argue with you (he should, really—it’s his favorite book and you’re slandering it), but he keeps his mouth shut, watching you interestedly. 

“And don’t you think Richard was a bit passive? Henry and Bunny had so much going on, but the narrator could have literally been a fly on the wall the whole time. He kind of reminds me of Nick Carroway, you know?” 

“From the Great Gastby?” He tilts his head, eyes squinting a bit (it’s devastatingly cute). “How’s that?” 

“Just, they’re both such flat characters.” You frown. “I don’t really think either of them needed to be in the story at all. I mean, having a narrator that’s a character with no personality is effectively the same as having a non-omniscient third-person narrator, right?” 

Remus is biting the inside corner of his lips like he’s trying not to smile. “Right.” 

“What?”

“I’m just thinking that I need to get you talking about books more often,” he says. And that’s real affection in his eyes, mixed in with the humor. 

You look down, grinning at the front of your shirt, but his little smile doesn’t waver. 

“Shouldn’t be hard,” you say. An awkward, obvious sidestep of the compliment, but he lets you get away with it. “Your turn. Let’s go to your section.” 

He shrugs. “If you think you can stand it,” he says, but starts moving in that direction. You notice he’s still holding the copy of your favorite book. 

“Aren’t you going to put that back?” 

“No.” He doesn’t need to look down to know what you’re talking about. “You’ve already torn one of my choice novels to shreds, now it’s my turn to read yours.” 

A little bite of nervousness snips behind your belly button even as his sidelong look lets you know he’s only joking. “You could always borrow mine.” 

Remus blinks. “I’m flattered that you’d trust me with it,” he says, and it almost has you blushing again, that he knows the significance of you offering him your copy, “but I think I’ll read the un-annotated version first. But if the offer still stands after I’m finished, I’d love to read your thoughts on it.” 

He says it like it’s nothing. Like taking the time to read your favorite book twice, just so he can get to know you more thoroughly, isn’t the sweetest thing anyone’s ever so much as thought of doing for you. You worry that if you look down, your heart will be glowing right through your shirt.

“Alright.” You muster your courage, taking him by the hand. “But now we also have to find one to read together.” 

Remus has looked down at your joined hands, something like shyness coloring his expression, but he looks up to quirk an eyebrow at you. “Are you so sure we’ll be able to find something we can agree upon?” “So long as it involves a main character that actually does something, I think we can manage.”

[yuri-is-online]

no cause the way you have filled my brain with sho brainrot,,,

baby acting like a mf guard dog for his favourite senpai, constantly wanting their attention 😭

LISTEN

I am so glad I waited to answer this for a teeny bit because I thought I was exaggerating at first because like. It was one voiceline right? WRONG. When you level him up he says "thank you senpai" and when I got his SR and slapped him onto my homescreen he does in fact try to get your attention and ask for help from his senpai. He's supposed to be this brash delinquent but he's shockingly respectful of one very specific senior even if he's just a bit sarcastic about it ugh.

Sho feels like he needs an excuse. He can't just ask to hang out with you because then it looks like you're friends, but if he's asking for a favor then you won't have a reason to say no. The Professors all want you to help out the ghouls so he can say just about anything and you'll jump at it, right? Yeah no that's not the real reason. He wants to have you to himself and if he words it like he needs help he can make excuses as to why you two need to be left alone.

Absolutely uses the fact that he can cook to his advantage. I think one of the main reasons Sho started liking the MC so much was because you supported his cooking. He seemed like he expected to be judged for it so when MC was just hungry and said his food was good? The only person he really seems to have cooked for up to this point is Leo (and Bonnie but she's special) so he wants that praise. And to hear you say he could charge money for it? Oh he was riding that high for ages. I feel like he already wanted to open some sort of cafe but really appreciated the support.

And it gives him the excuse to get you to stay around him longer when he asks for your help. Well he's going to cook anyway and you're hungry, so just stick around. He'll make something and pretend to complain about it but he likes feeding you. Well assuming you don't douse his food in hot sauce, though that won't stop him from making you stuff.

I really like the idea of him competing with the Frostheim ghouls idk why. I think MC should get to be good friends with Kaito and Luca and Sho should get to be a brat about it. Vagastrom and Frostheim already don't get along and he never got his fight with Lucas so yeah. He's super intense about how he's way better at protecting MC than they are, especially with Lucas. Part of it is because he feels guilty for going along with Leo's plan and almost getting you killed, he feels like he needs to prove that he's strong enough to not let that happen again.

Speaking of Leo... I sort of get the sense that Sho hides how much he hangs out with the MC from him. In book 3 Leo makes a bet that would see him getting Sho's food truck if he wins it so I sort of feel like if Leo knew Sho liked the MC he'd be insufferable about it. Honor Roll is stealing his best friend (¬､¬) how lame ugh. And he would try to sabotage it because he would find it funny, or even worse try to make Sho's friendship with you the cost of a bet. I could see Sho having nightmares about that.

Book 3. When Towa and MC go missing. I just know in my heart Sho was loosing his goddamn mind. Again I think he feels sort of guilty for almost getting you killed, and now that you aren't with his dorm you just go missing? Unacceptable where are you? How did Jabberwock fuck this up so badly holy shit. I wanna see him admit that he was worried about MC. I wanna know if he got into any arguments with the Frostheim ghouls while the professors forced them to stay behind.

... i kind of want him to argue with Jin. Like specifically Jin. For no reason other than it would be funny to me personally and like... Jin is the one who interrupted his fight with Luca so I just think it would be funny if they had beef.

I need to level his affinity more. I need to see more chats game please ;-; I love him shomuch.

[misguidedasgardian]

I want to steal the bride (FINALE)

VII. The big finally

MASTERLIST

Summary: The last shot

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x BestFriend!Reader

Warnings: cursing, use of “stereotypes”, I don’t want to say “eating disorder” but I do will say inaccurate methods of dieting, extreme dieting even, Aemond is a slut, Aemond wants to steal the bride, implied smut, might miss some warnings, but you know what this is about

Wordcount: 3.7k

Notes: The end! can’t believe it took me this long! anyways! it will deviate a bit from the story here… 

“I'm sorry you and Aemond had a fight”, Cregan whispered against your temple, as you and him watched Aemond get into the Land Rover from a hallway of the second floor of his castle.  They were going to take him back into Winterfell and then the airport.

“I'm his best friend, he's just afraid of losing me”, you whispered, your eyes never leaving his lithe form, “he'll get over it”, you said, faking a smile to Cregan. “It’s just, a bit much, in so little time, us meeting and getting engaged, then marrying two weeks later, me moving here…”

“Aye”, he said with an understanding that it was bigger than you deserved.

But you felt as if your heart left when Aemond did. 

How could you let him kiss you? Where did that come from?

You were equally guilty, you reciprocated the kiss with the same energy. You already knew, it had always been there hiding just beneath the surface, hiding from him. 

But it was too late now

Yes you might not know Cregan much, but the connection you had with him was like something magical, you really wanted to be with him, you were getting married tomorrow! the decision had been made

“Aegon, what the hell are you doing here?”, asked Cersei as he let the blonde enter the room, “I thought Aemond left”

“Well, he did”, he said, “he left dramatically and hastily, and in that haste, he forgot about me, so…I will be the new maid of honor”, he said simply, rolling up his sleeves, “Walda, darling, let’s get you inside that dress”

The three girls just exchange concerned looks. 

Aegon took place behind Walda, and he grabbed both ends of the back of the dress.

“Alright! let’s do this!”, he said cheerfully

“Can you just suck it? Suck it”

“Okay, okay. I am!”

“Suck it in! Breathe in…! More…!”

“Pull it! You can get into it!”

“Pull it! I'll pull it tighter!”

“I'll hold…! you zip it together!”, demanded Cersei

“Come on! One,..! two…! Three!”

“Oh, my God, it fits!”

“It fits!”, chanted Baela with a wide smile

“Oh, it fits! It fits!”, chanted Walda

“Up top!”, Aegon high-fived the girls excitedly, and then, the girls invited him to get dressed… in a kilt on a pale violet pattern, the colors of the bridesmaids, and he did so without complaint.

Then they went to see you, the hairdresser was putting the final flowers on your hair arrangement, and you smiled nervously through the mirror to your friends

“You look beautiful”, said Cersei. Aegon nodded enthusiastically, but he could see the nervousness in your smile

“Why are we stopping?”, asked Aemond to the driver, as the car was stopping in the middle of nowhere

“Surry ‘bout that, unruly flock”, he said calmly, Aemond looked forwards and he found a herd of sheep blocking the road

First it had been a flat tire, now this, he was going to miss his flight.

He was going to miss his flight, the next one was tomorrow, so he was gonna have to stay in Winterfell till then… meanwhile you were getting married, and then the party, and then the wedding night and then…

He was going to lose you forever

And while he stared down the road, at those sheeps, he cursed under his breath

“I’m insane”, he muttered, “I have to stop it”, he thought of you, of your beautiful face, he thought about how you kissed him back, you wanted to be with him, as much as he wanted to be with you, he just needed to prove it, to prove how you could take this leap for him, with him, and he was going to be there for you, because he wanted to marry you.

He loved you

More than anything in the whole damn world

And he was not going to lose you, not without fighting till the end, he was going to look you in the eye and ask you, he knew you better than anyone, he was going to be able to tell if you meant it, and if you really wanted to marry that guy, he was going to leave you alone

But he needed to know first. 

“Turn around”, he said to the driver

“Whot?”

“I have to go back!”, he said quickly, “I have to!”, the man looked at him quizzically through the mirror, but he shrugged and turned the car around. Aemond let out a breath of relief. 

He checked his watch, and by now… you should be on your way, crossing the lake to the church right now.

“Take me to the crossing!”, he commanded, and Theon seemed to be on a mission, as he stepped on the gas.

Your feet already hurt from walking through all the ancient passages and rock hallways, but here you were, in the small chamber, at the church where Cregan’s parents and grandparents had married. And now you.

“Let's just pin these nice pressed pleats”, murmured Gilliane as she fixed the sash around you, “And it goes across the dress, it looks really beautiful. It's our tartan”, she said proudly, and then she left you alone after a last squeeze in your arm.

And when you looked in the mirror

You saw everyone, but you.

You had agreed to make concessions, Cregan’s family was millenary and they had traditions and you were willing to accept and embrace them, but you never guessed that by the end, there was going to be nothing of you. You didn’t like the hair, you didn't like the dress, you didn’t like the long dramatic veil they put on you.

You flinched when you heard your mother call your name, you were so enthralled by looking at the mirror you didn't even see her come in, you turned nervously, as you were fidgeting with your fingers

“You don’t want to do this”, she accused, in her severe, but somewhat gentle tone

“I do”, you said back, defensively

“Then you shouldn’t feel as nervous as you are right now”, she said with certainty

“I just…”, you murmured, “I don’t know”

“When I married you father… you know… we took months to prepare the wedding, we had everything, the food, the catering, the drinks for the party, the procession, freaking doves to be released, flowers, music, all of it, after months of carefully planning every detail… you know what happened?”, you shook your head, she only chuckled, “all the doves got released the day before, we were completely ripped off and someone stole all the boxes with the wine bottles. When I was dressed and ready to go, I got caught up, and a single thread undid all the embroidery in my carefully made dress…”, you gasped, but smiled nonetheless, “the flowers were sent to the wrong address, we barely had forks and spoons… everything that could go went terribly wrong”, she said. “And you know what? when I appeared at the end of that hallway… and I saw your father, waiting for me, I couldn’t have been more calm, even if I took a hundred valiums”

“Really?”, you asked her, she nodded

“How are you feeling, love?”, she asked gently

“I adore Cregan, he is a great man, and any woman would be lucky to have, he is perfect… so perfect…”

“But is he perfect for you?”, she asked. 

Was it horrible to think that… the first thought that came to your mind when your mother asked you that was… Cregan was perfect in every sense of the world, he was devastatingly handsome, in a Northerner kind of way, he was tall and muscular, he was kind, and generous, athletic and terribly smart, bonus point for having a distillery and a family legacy that went back thousands of years.

But no, he wasn’t the perfect man, for you.

And you felt like the most horrible person in the planet right now, even more so now that you started thinking about someone else in particular

Nobody knew you like Aemond did, with your flaws and all, he knew you like the palm of his hand, he was handsome in an old Hollywood kind of way, and he was good, creative, energetic, always looking for ways to make you smile and…. and…

You loved him, he complemented you, he was the chocolate to your lemon.

But he couldn’t say it back! you couldn’t count on him and after everything that happened, even your friendship might be ruined, so you had nothing to turn to, nothing and all

And that made you feel even worse if that was even possible

Because Cregan didn’t deserve to be your second choice, he was such a great man he should be a girl’s dream

You came to your senses when you heard your mother calling for you, grabbing your arm softly, and only then you realized you were crying.

“I’ll bring in the big guns”, she said, and she exited the room, only to get back with your flying squadron, your very best girlfriends, and well… Aegon in tow

When he saw you, crying, his face got all serious

“Can I speak to you?”, he asked you, you barely nodded, and all of them left except for him

“Aegon”, you knew him from school, even before Aemond, and then, as you became closer to his brother, he was always there, friend by association.

“He loves you”, he said

“What?”, you asked him

“Aemond… he is the biggest pussy I have ever seen, but he adores you”, he said, “he came all the way here to prove that to you”

“Aegon, he couldn’t say it back”, you murmured

“I don’t know why he didn’t say it”, he explained, “but he does”, he said, “and it's your wedding day, and you are crying”, he said, “don’t do it for Aemond, do it for you”, he said, “he might be a coward, but you aren’t, and if you are afraid you lost him? that’s never going to happen, he is crazy about you, and he will always be there for you, no matter what you do”

“Aegon…”

“(y/n)”, Cersei entered the room, interrupting, that determined look in her eyes, “it’s time, Cregan is making his entrance”, she said softly, she looked at Aegon, and then she looked at you. 

You wiped your tears, and looked back at the mirror, to check how you were looking.

You had made a decision 

It was the longest hour of Aemond’s whole life

And when he finally arrived and jumped out of the car right on the docks, he saw in panic how the ferry was on the other side of the lake.

“Oh, no”, he mumbled, “Shit. Shit! Shit!”, he cursed, he turned to the men there, “Hey! I need another ferry boat!”, he said desperately 

“We've only got the one ferry”, an old man said, as they both alongside Theon looked back at Aemond 

“What?”, asked Aemond

“It's waiting over there for the ceremony to finish!”, he said pointing at the boat arriving at the other side of the lake

“Is there another way to get there?”, he asked quickly

“You can drive”, he offered

“Drive. Drive. How long?”, he asked

“It'd take about an hour and a half”, he said

“That's too long!”, he fought

“You can swim”, mocked Theon

“Swim?”, he said it as a joke, but Aemond was actually considering it 

“Well, you can go on foot around the shore”, offered the older man, “But that would take a wee while”, he said then

“Shore... Foot”, Aemond thought about his options and so far swimming seemed to be the best one. 

Then a truck pulling a big horse cart drove until it was parked right next to the range rover that drove him here, a beautiful black horse neighed loudly, restless inside of the metal cage

“A horse! A horse!”, he said quickly, he had taken riding lessons in his youth, but since then, he never rode a horse again, but this might be just like riding a bike, how hard could it be?. “Hey!”, he called the man “I need your horse!”, he said quickly 

“My horse?”, the man asked

“Yes”, he said, walking straight for him. He saw the men hesitating but he did not have the time for it, so he just climbed into the cart, and mounted the horse, ho coincidently had a saddle on already

“Hey, come down from there!”, called the owner of the horse

“I need to get to the church!”, he said quickly, 

“What do you think you're planning, you great fool? You'll hurt yourself!”, said Theon

“I'll tell you I'll give you: 3 copper dragons for every coffee collar used worldwide”, he said loudly to the man who owned the horse

“What?”

“Do you have any idea how much money that is?”, Asked Aemond.

The man just looked at the crazy silver haired men, and then, he opened the doors of the cart to let him out, shrugging 

“Agh, good luck to you then. Her name's Nancy”, he said with a smile. Aemond smiled widely 

“Thanks. Nancy. Let's go!”, he said spurring Nancy. 

“Stick to the shoreline, past the monument, the church is on the left!”, Theon screamed at Aemond, who was already galloping away from the men

“What in the name of the wee man is a coffee collar?”

Aemond could already tell his ass and thighs were going to be sore tomorrow but he didn’t care, the only thing he had to do right now was get you back, stop that wedding. He had to trust the fact that he knew you, he knew you better than anyone and he knew in his heart.

That you loved him like he loved you 

In a romantic way, in a passionate way, in a romantic soulmates kind of way

He couldn't believe there was this chance of losing you.

He spurred Nancy even more.

He could feel his heart beating strongly inside his chest, but such determination took a hold of him that he saw nothing but the finish line. He saw nothing but you, waiting for him.

He couldn't wait to have you in his arms.

To tell you how much he loved you.

Nancy galloped frantically, feeling the adrenaline on her rider, and soon, Aemond with a sigh of relief could see the church right in front of him.

It was a very old, but small stone church, with a beautiful painted glass above the old door.

A cute small metal fence around it.

But Aemond didn’t have more time to see it, as Nancy stopped abruptly and he got ejected forwards. . 

When he managed to regain his bearings, he looked up and he saw you, across the small garden at the side of the church. You had been sitting on a stone bench. You wouldn't believe what you were seeing.

Aemond showed up out of nowhere, flying through the air. 

“Aemond?”, you called. But he had taken a hard hit. “Aemond. Are you okay?”, you asked him, trying to make him look at you to assess any damage he might have gotten.  

“Yeah, I think so”, he said, he seemed relieved, you were not getting married, but alas, this seemed like a dream, why weren't you getting married?, “Did you get married already?”, he looked around, but couldn’t find anyone else

“No I… didn’t”

It was probably the hardest thing you had to do. Aegon had gone in and grabbed Cregan, who had already taken his post in front of the altar. Whispers and murmurs filled the room as they waited for you, this raising their suspicions 

He was a smart man, he saw it coming as soon as Aegon came to grab him. 

“Oh, no”, he murmured, he only had to look at your face when he entered the small chamber, when he saw your crying face. You grabbed his hands

“I can’t do this Cregan”, you admitted, he barely nodded, looking straight into your eyes, “I'm… so… very truly sorry. I don't expect you to ever forgive me”, you assured him, “you deserve the whole world”, the sadness in his beautiful eyes made it so incredibly sad, “just so you know… you are the perfect guy. Just not the perfect guy for me”, you explained softly.

He smiled, sadly, leaning in and kissed your forehead

“Goodbye, (Y/N)”, he said gently. squeezing your hands

“I’m sorry”, you repeated

“You have nothing to be sorry for”, he assured you, and he left the room. He took his family first, you couldn't stand to watch that, you felt so embarrassed. Your family and your bridesmaids where waiting for you on the other side of the lake, at your request

“Aemond, what are you doing here?”, you asked him, wide eyed 

“I have to tell you something”, he said, grabbing onto you, he was smiling widely

“Yeah?”, you asked him, confused, you column’t believe he had returned, you couldn’t believe this was happening 

“(Y/N)... Your hair looks awful”, he said then, frowning

“It does?”, you asked him

“Yeah”, well, you nodded, deep down you knew that too, “And the sash… it sucks”, he said

“Oh, no”, you murmured, looking down at yourself 

“But that hair… It's like a co-op for parakeets”, you opened your mouth in surprise

“What?”, you asked, horrified, touching your hair. 

“Look... (Y/N), you know, I pride myself on being honest with everybody, but there's somebody I've been lying to for a very long time: Myself”, he said firmly, “Because the truth is… Is scary, and 10 years ago, I got in bed with the wrong girl, she turned out to be the right one”, you smiled at the memory, happy tears springing to your eyes, “I love you, (Y/N), I always have. And I always will”

“Aemond Targaryen… you are the worst maid of honor of all time”, you said, with a soft smile. 

“I know”, he said, with a wide smile, he caressed your face, “you didn't get married?”, he asked, you shook your head

“Cregan wasn't the one I really loved”, you said simply, looking straight at him, “I love you”, you confessed, “in the romantic way, not in the platonic way”, you murmured

“And I love you too”, he said it again, making happy tears roll down your cheeks, “in the… I want to spend the rest of my life with you way”.

And then, you finally kissed.

It was a real kiss, a kiss in the open, with the man you truly loved.

It was true, it was, because six months later, as you were putting on your perfect dress for you, and the hairdresser finished doing your hair in a simple and yet fantastic way that you picked, you were so calm, and relaxed.

Especially when the doors to the roof opened and you saw him there, waiting for you.

As handsome as always, or perhaps even more so, looking at you with such adoration it made your legs buckle in the best of ways

You looked around and you saw all your friends and families, even Aemond’s mother was there, which surprised you a lot.

And they were all smiling at you. 

Aegon, at Aemond’s side, threw his thumbs up at you with a wide smile on his face.

Everything was alright.

You decided to do a small ceremony on the roof of Aemond’s penthouse, and it was beautifully decorated and everything was just… exactly what you both wanted and needed.

You walked alone until you reached him, and when his hands grabbed yours softly it felt like everything was well in the world, all of it.

He was your soulmate

“...So (y/n), do you take Aemond Targaryen, to be your lawfully wedded husband?”, asked the septon

“I do”, you said happily, your eyes never leaving Aemodn’s

“And, Aemond, do you take (Y/N) to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do”, he said quickly, his eyes never lingering from you

“Now, this is the moment, I now pronounce you husband and wife… At last! you may kiss your bride”, they said gently. Aemond grabbed you by the waist, turned you in his arms, making you lean back, and he leaned in himself to kiss you softly.

“I love you”, he said with such adoration your legs buckled

“I love you”, you whispered, looking into his beautiful eyes, he pulled you back up and raised both your hands to your friends and family who clapped loudly

You lead the way, as your ‘procession’ of maids of honor and best men were behind you.

Otto grabbed Cersei by the arm as he winked at her

“Number six?”, asked Criston mockingly behind him

“Seven!”, he corrected, winking at him too.

Walda followed next, she had brought from the North Cregan’s family member Roose Bolton, and they seemed happily together. 

Baela was escorted by Addam

And Aegon grabbed your grandmother 

“You're absolutely glowing tonight, grandma Pearl”, teased Aegon, as he saw your grandmother using her mythical thunder beads necklace

“Thank you”, she said, “It's very nice of you to say so”, she said, squeezing his arm and winking at him, making him chuckle 

The ebay part about marrying your best friend and love of your life?

Aemond lost his voice, standing there still, as he saw you, he was left speechless. 

He knew you like the palm of his hand, but you knew him too, and that helped you select the perfect lingerie set to surprise him on your wedding night.

“You look…”, he tried, but no words came to him, he grabbed you tightly, holding you against him, kissing you hungrily

You both landed on the bed, you were going to finally consummate the adoration you felt for one another. 

Aemond released you for a second, to stretch his arm and turn on the nightstand lamp

“What are you doing?”, you asked him, with a soft smile

“I'm just making sure I got the right girl this time”, he teased, making a remark on the first time you guys met. 

“Oh you do”, you assured him, as he returned his hand to caress your body, “Definitely”, you whispered against his lips, kissing him softly. He chuckled, sinking his face on the crook of your neck making you laugh

“Oh, Tyanna!”, he moaned, exaggerating of course, the pitch of his voice

“Oh, Maegor!”, you moaned back, giggling

And you lived happily ever after

PCN: For those who had seen the movie, I changed the whole last part, it's just… it was poorly handled in the movie and I didn’t really like it, poor Cregan, I didn't want the reader kissing Aemond right in front of him, so I made a bit more… tasteful

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GUILTY OF STEALING MY HEART

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Princes reacting to Emma's Cringy Pick-up lines (Season 2)

Chevalier

Emma:  "I never believed in love at first sight, but that was before I saw you."

Chevalier: *looks up from his book* "..........."

Chevalier: *smirks* "Was it before your legs started trembling or after?"

Leon

Emma: "If being sexy was a crime, you’d be guilty as charged"

Leon: "Hahaha...*unbuttons his shirt and opens his arms* then punish me your honor?"

Yves

Emma: "You’ve got a lot of beautiful curves, but your smile is absolutely my favorite."

Yves: *starts blushing furiously!*

Yves: "Stop looking at me with those hungry eyes!!"

Licht

Emma: " It says in the Bible to only think about what’s pure and lovely… So I’ve been thinking about you all day long."

Licht: *.....................*holds her head towards his chest*

Emma: "Umm....Licht?"

Licht: "How can you read my mind so easily like that?" *and starts caressing her hair*

Nockto

Emma: " I can’t tell if that was an earthquake, or if you just seriously rocked my world."

Nockto: "Pfft,..."*tries holding back his laughter*

Emma: ".....don't laugh"

Nockto: "Hahahahahaha!!!"

Jin

Emma: " Your hand looks heavy—can I hold it for you?"

Jin: "Your boobs look heavy—can I hold them for you?"

Emma: "No!" *covers her chest area*

Clavis

Emma: "In my opinion, there are three kinds of beautiful: Cute, pretty, and sexy. Somehow, you manage to be all three."

Clavis: "Emma....*dramatically hugs her* You're the only person who understands me!!!"

Cyran: *side eyes him*

Luke

Emma: "I was going to say something really sweet about you, but when I saw you, I became speechless."

Luke: "Emma...even I think you're sweeter than any honey." *kisses the back of her hand*

Sariel

Emma: "You know, I had a pickup line ready to go, but you’re so hot it just left my mind."

Sariel: "Hm? Really?" *while pulling out his whip*

Rio

Rio: *memorizing pick-up lines that Jin taught him*

Emma: "Rio!!"*comes hopping towards him and stands in front of him*

Emma: "Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I try walking by again?"

Rio: *starts blushing and forgets all the pick-up lines he learned*

Rio: "I don't know about love at first sight....but when you walk like that in front of me....I just..."

Emma: "Thehe..."

Keith

Emma: "Do you know what my shirt is made of? Boyfriend material."

Keith: "Which one? Me or the other me?"

Silvio

Emma: "Trust me, I’m not drunk; I’m just intoxicated by you."

Silvio: *blushing* "Do you think I'd fall for one of your pick-up lines if you keep going on and on!?"

Emma: "If you let me borrow a kiss, I promise I’ll give it right back."

Silvio: *blushes even more* "Just shut up already-----!? Hey! Hey, don't come closer!!"

Gilbert

Gilbert: "What if I say, 'You must be a hell of a thief, because you managed to steal my heart from across all the other princes'?"

Roderic: "I think Emma's heart gonna stop if you say that too her. I think it's for the best, if you don't use pick-up lines, your highness."

Gilbert: "If her heart stops I'll kill her."

Roderic: "Right. The normal you, is way better."

Gilbert: "I know. I guess I'll just seduce her with my dashing looks."

Matias

Emma: "Wow, when God made you, he was seriously showing off."

Matias: "Oh really?"

Emma: "........."

Matias: ".............?"

Emma: "Ok that was a pick up line."

Matias: "It was?"

Kagari

Emma: "I don’t know which is prettier today—the weather, or your eyes."

Kagari: "Dorayaki"

Emma: "Huh?"

Kagari: "Dorayaki is the best. Want one?"

Emma: "...............................................can I have two?"

Azel

Emma: "I swear someone stole the stars from the sky and put them in your eyes."

Azel: "Hah....obviously. Because I'm god."

Azel: (AAHAHAHAHAHA WHY IS MY HEART DOING THE DOKI DOKI THING!?~)

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Aomine X F!Reader X Kise at Teiko Middle: Headcanons

A/N: I made one about Midorima and Akashi earlier and I couldn't help but think of an Aomine & Kise version! If this gets 30 likes before the end of Kinktober, I will write a NSFW one-shot about them like I am intending to release a smut one-shot at college about the earlier duo with the reader. Heh.

-It all began when you started helping your friend who was one of the managers of Teiko. -Who got very much jealous when everyone started raving about Aomine clearly thinking you were hot. -It wasn't like you had intended to steal her crush and you felt pretty guilty so you decided to try make Aomine see how great she was instead. -Which is how you ended up becoming friends, of sorts, with Kise as he saw what you were doing and he thought it was hilarious how you were clearly failing at directing Aomine's attention away from you. -What started with some pointers and a few remarks shared between the two of you, quickly formed into a a close friendship that was the envy of many of his fangirls. -Your relationships with the other girls at Teiko started to sour, but it only backfired on the girls because your loneliness would cause you to spend more time with Kise as well as Aomine in your conintuous quest to get everyone of your back and make yourself less desirable. It really seemed as if the universe was saying to every girl involved that the longer they continued with their squabbling around Kise and Aomine's affection, the more the boys started doing the exact opposite of what every girl wanted them to do. -The rest of the Teiko basketball team could see this and were incredibly amused with the situation. -It took a turn when Kise noticed he was falling for you too, and that was when shit hit the fan. Aomine was picking more fights with Kise then usual and so their childish antics became a full on pre-school brawl every damn time you even stepped as much into their vicinity. -You honestly felt screwed. Kise had already won you over but in your many attempts in redirecting Aomine's attention, he had managed to create a soft spot in your heart. -Not in a million years, had you expected Murasakibara of all people, to be your savior. Once in the locker room when the two boys were fighting like little children again, Murasakibara reminded Aomine of that time when Aomine had asked if harems were a legit possibility with polyarmory getting so popular, and wether that wasn't the perfect solution to both of them wanting you. -It hadn't been the type of polyarmorous relationship Aomine had wished for and he initially rejected the proposal whilst Kise was a little more open to the possibility. -However, Kise had brought up the possibility to you and asked you if you were up to it nonetheless in Aomine's presence. Let's just say Aomine was glued to your every word. -"Whilst I am not sure if I deserve such honor, I do believe my heart is big enough to be with you both." -Aomine could not say no to you. -Your dynamic is the following, Aomine picks on Kise, you comfort Kise and Aomine gets jealous so he pouts and apologizes because he wants your embrace too. -Aomine develops a peculiar sentiment about Kise, in the sense of; 'He's as brainless as a young golden retriever, but he's my golden retriever.' -Kise always manages the dates but they have agreed to take turns in paying for you. -Aomine makes sure Kise doesn't lets his ego run and think he's irreplacable and Kise makes sure AOmine isn't lazy about the relationship. It surprisingly works out very well for you. -Your favorite dates are a tie between going to the cinema or picnics with the boys. The first was because of Kise's animated reactions or the way

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Sway the Court - Scene Transcript

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I'll sway the court  Make their decisions Choose their hand

“Listen to me, okay? I will make sure you get out so you can see your family again.” Mayumi mutters to her client.

“Thank you.” Her client smiles. “I need to get back to my job so I can get money for my family.”

“Of course.” Mayumi nods. “I’ll make sure that you don’t spend any time in jail.”

Doors fly open 

And it’s the fight for our lives

“...She should not be jailed for the crimes someone else has clearly done. Thank you.” Mayumi takes a seat and looks over at the person sitting next to her.

“You think you can convince them to let me go?”

“Well, I’m sure I can sway the court into your favor.” Mayumi gives a small smile. “I promise you that you will see your family again. If not immediately, then after a little bit of community service.”

“Thank you. Thank you so much.” Her client profusely thanks Mayumi.

“Hey, don’t worry.” Mayumi places a hand on her client’s shoulder. “Lawyers are meant to help out their clients.”

I don’t care how wrong this could go for me

You all will be free so just let me be

“I have to ask.” Mayumi stands. “Witness, did you see my client actually go over to the store, rob it, and leave minutes after?"

"Well, I didn't see her rob it, but the alarm–" The witness starts.

"You didn't see her do it." Mayumi points out.

"Yes, but–" The witness rubs their neck.

"You were across the street from the store; how would you know it was her?" Mayumi stares at the witness, who now is uncomfortably shifting before they finally breathe. "If you don't have any answer, then I guess my line of questioning is over."

Mayumi begins to walk back to her seat.

"She was the only person who left when the alarm went off."  The witness finally speaks.

Mayumi grimaces.

I'll sway the court 

Make their decisions

Choose their hand

Her client only stares back.

So, don't even worry

I have the command and the proof in my hand

I'll make sure that these things will only sway in my favor

"Okay, I need you to tell me. Be honest." Mayumi exhales. "Did you steal from the store?"

"What?" The client shakes her head vigorously. "No, no! I wouldn't do that. I went there to grab some snacks and medication for my sister. I wouldn't rob the store! I have a job and I'm the only source of income for them and I can't leave them because then–"

"Hey, okay. Take a deep breath with me, okay?" Mayumi inhales and exhales.

Her client breathes slowly.

"I promise you, I'll get you out of here, alright?"

"Alright. Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. I have to do this.” Mayumi exhales.

It’s justice after all.

"Your Honor, this is an outrage.” Mayumi stands up. “Surely you can find some leeway–"

“It’s clear to me that after all this back and forth what my stance will be.” The judge bangs a gavel and Mayumi swallows with a frown.

Don’t condemn anything I say

Because I swear I’ll make them pay

“...is GUILTY of the charge of theft.” The judge announces.

“Damn it.” Mayumi mumbles as she stares at the judge before falling back to her seat.

“Hey. What… What does this mean?”

She turns over to her client.

And, don’t you dare turn your back on me yet

Because you shouldn’t need to repent

For sins aren’t yours 

“I… I don’t know.” Mayumi swallows. “I’m sorry.”

They’re all mine.

Mayumi stands in the hallway and watches as her client walks past her. Her hands are cuffed and she has a terrified look on her face.

Mayumi looks down. 

I'll sway the court 

Make their decisions

Choose their hand

Mayumi watches the car drive away, her client inside. “I’m sorry.”

So, don't even worry

“Hey, Kubo-san.” One of her coworkers rolls over in his chair. “I heard about your last case.”

“It’s… fine. Don’t worry.” Mayumi waves him off.

“Hey, it’s not fine. You poured your heart into that case.” 

“I know! It’s just…”

“It happens sometimes. I understand. We can’t save everyone.”

“But, she was clearly innocent!”

I have the command and the proof in my hand

Her coworker sighs. “I know.”

Mayumi exhales and her coworker places a hand on her shoulder.

“It’s just how things happen around here, Kubo-san. I’m sorry.”

I'll make sure that these things will only sway in my favor

"I heard she got her sentence and was brought to prison earlier today."

"...I don't really think that's something you should say to try and comfort someone." Mayumi rubs her face. 

"...Ah, my bad." He rubs the back of his head. "Well, you could always visit in the future."

"Yeah, sure."

It’s justice after all.

The key clicks and Mayumi pushes her apartment door open. Wrapping her brown coat around her arm, she walks over to the couch. 

Picking up a remote and tapping the on button at the TV, a red flash instantly catches Mayumi's attention.

…found dead in her cell last night.

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The Man Who Steals Me ~ Love That Is Immoral Story Event Sueharu Route

WARNING! The following story has scenes of domestic violence and adultery.

----Chapter 1----

Master: "Ah, Kichiji-dono! Sorry to keep your waiting."

The owner of the mansion, who 'bought' me out of debt, bows his head amiably.

Kichiji: "Thank you. I'm glad to see you're in good health."

The man called Kichiji responded to the greeting in a familiar manner.

(I wonder what kind of person this man is for my husband to bow his head down politely)

As I watched the two of them without being rude---

The man's eyes caught me.

Sueharu: "Who is this young lady?"

Master: "She's my new concubine that I bought. ...Hey, say hello."

('I bought' ....I feel like I'm nothing but an object)

Realizing my position once again, I bit my lips.

Yoshino: "My name is Yoshino."

I hid my rising shame, I bow my head deeply.

Kichiji: "Yes. Nice to meet you too, Yoshino."

Kichiji: "I'm Kaneuri Kichiji. I'm a merchant."

Apparently, Kichiji-san is my husband's business partner.

(My husband's main business is moneylending, but recently he's been trying to get into other businesses...)

(Maybe for that reason, he is trying to get close to a merchant like Kichiji-san)

Kichiji: "Sorry for visiting you so suddenly."

Master: "Oh no no, Kichiji-san is always welcomed."

(Even so)

My husband, who is arrogant towards everyone is strangely humble towards Kichiji-san.

(Maybe he is a well-known successful merchant I don't know about)

With this in mind, I found myself following Kichiji-san with my eyes.

Kichiji: "...!"

(..Ah)

The clear pink color eye met my gaze and I look away.

Kichiji: "Come to think of it, I have some kimonos and lip rouges. I think it would suit you."

Yoshino: "Eh?"

Master: "That's very kind of you!"

I was puzzled and the Master rubbed my knee.

Master: "I'm sure Kichiji-san has an eye for beautiful items, shall we buy something."

Yoshino: "N-No. I.."

(My husband usually doesn't like to give me anything extra)

(I feel guilty for asking something expensive, so I think it would be better if I refuse)

Kichiji: ".........."

Kichiji-san looked at me with somewhat unreadable expression as I laughed bitterly.

Kichiji: "I won't force you, but if you're interested, let me know."

Kichiji: "I'm planning to stay here for a while anyways."

It is a joy to feel touched by a small warmth that I have not had the chance to experience recently.

Yoshino: "Thank you."

Interrupting my reply, my husband leaned forward.

Master: "Oh! Is that so? It is unusal that Kichiji-dono is staying here."

Kichiji-san smiles at my husband, who looks surprised.

Kichiji: "For market research purpose."

Kichiji: "It's been a long time since I've seen you, so I thought this place would be good to stay where I can see you and do my investigation, right?"

Master: "I see I see...well then, you're welcome to stay at my mansion."

(....!)

Kichiji: "Really? Thank you very much then."

Master: "I am honored to be of service to you, Kichiji-dono."

Master: "....Hey, Yoshino. Show Kichiji-dono the guest room."

Yoshino: "Yes, dear."

Kichiji-san stands up and approaches me.

Kichiji: "I'm glad to have a beautiful woman show me around. Thank you."

Yoshino: "....Nn."

The whispers of his sexy voice echoed so close to me that my heart skipped a beat.

I pushed it aside and politely bowed my head.

Yoshino: "The pleasure is all mine."

Kichiji: *smiling*

I felt a chuckle from Kichiji-san above my head, and my heart fluttered.

Master: "Make sure you don't get anything wrong."

My husband, who had plastered a smile on his face, saw me and Kichiji-san off and we left the room.

(Not that it will change anything just because Kichiji-san is staying with us for a few days)

For some reason, I had a feeling that the routine of my life was about to change.

Yoshino: "This way."

Sueharu: "Yes."

Leading Kichiji-san down the corridor that is still a little unfamiliar to me.

I was secretly relieved to be away from my husband.

(I understand that I am in debt, but...)

(When you're introduced like that, it makes you realise once again that you're held captive)

As I recall this, I feel how pathetic my situation was----

Kichiji: "Are you okay? You look pale."

(Ah...)

Kichiji-san, who was standing right next to me before I knew it, pointed this out and I came to my senses.

(I shouldn't have...at least not in front of our guest)

I smiled awkwardly.

Yoshino: "It's nothing."

Kichiji: "It doesn't look like nothing to me."

Yoshino: "....I'm still new to this house, so I was trying to make sure I could get to the guest room without getting lost."

Kichiji: "Oh?"

(I-I'm not lying though...)

I turned my attention to the end of the hallway to make sure that Kichiji-san, who tilted his head teasingly at me, is out of my sight.

And to fully focus myself to guiding him to his room....

I was able to send Kichiji-san to his room safely.

Yoshino: "Please make yourself at home. I'll take my leave----"

Kichiji: "Wait."

Kichiji-san grabbed my hand when I tried to leave.

I looked up at Kichiji-san to see if there was anything more and he pulls me closer.

(Ah)

In the shadows created by moonlight----

I got caught in the eyes that are darker than they were a moment ago and I cannot look away.

Yoshino: "Kichiji-san....?"

Kichiji: "If you have any problems, you can talk to me."

Kichiji: "I've been through my fair share of rough times, so maybe I can help you."

(Eh....)

I was shaken by his words, as if he had seen through my insecurities.

Yoshino: "But why are you telling me this?"

Yoshino: "I have nothing to give in return."

Kichiji: "Heh. You're very polite, you know."

Kichiji: "There are many people who look to others for help without thinking."

Yoshino: "I can't do something...like that."

His one eye lights up in amusement.

Kichiji: "A melancholy profile is sexy and attractive, but I'd rather see a pretty smile."

Kichiji: "If you say that's not enough of a reason----"

He scooped my hand in a flowing gesture.

Kichiji-san kissed the back of my hand....

(...Nn)

Kichiji: "You can pay for it yourself."

Yoshino: "Nn...."

Heat spreads from the spot to the whole body.

(This man is a terrible womaniser!)

Yoshino: "If that's the case, no thanks!"

I pulled my hand out of his grasp and left the scene quickly.

When I glanced back as I turned the corner, Kichiji-san was smiling and waving with one hand.

(He's a strange man)

That night----

Yoshino: *shivers*

Master: "...Still not ready yet?"

The master, who was on top of me and undoing my kimono, stops.

Yoshino: "....I'm sorry."

Although I am concubine, I had not yet given my body to my husband.

(I know I'm not in a position to refuse, but when it comes down to it, my body trembles....)

Master: "I don't mind. I'm tired of women who give in too easily anyway."

But the Master seems to enjoy watching me being frightened.

Master: "You can amuse me with your reactions...when the time comes."

(...!)

When he implicitly told me that he would hold me in the near future, I managed to move her frightened body and....

Yoshino: "Please excuse me..."

I bowed to my husband and ran out of the room.

In a deserted garden, far from the rooms where people rest, I look up at the night sky.

(Running away is no use. It's my duty to be sleep with Master)

(But...)

I was holding back the tears that were threatening to spill over at the thought of what might happen to me.

Kichiji: "A capitive princess inside a bird cage."

----Chapter 2-----

Yoshino: ".....Kichiji-san."

Kichiji-san appeared from nowhere.

Yoshino: "What are you doing here?"

Kichiji: "I'm not feeling sleepy yet so I thought I'd take a walk."

Kichiji: "I guess you can't sleep either if you're here this late at night."

Kichiji: "Or did the man you call.....your husband do terrible things to you in your bedroom?"

(Why are you asking that...Ah)

The tone of his voice, as if he knew something and was concerned about me, reminded me that I had gone out into the garden with my messy hair unkempt.

Yoshino: "No no. The master and I have not done anything yet...."

Sueharu: "Done anything yet?"

Yoshino: "I know I haven't done my duty as a concubine."

When I turned my head down, Kichiji-san extended his hand towards me.

(Ah)

I stopped breathing for a second as his fingertips gently brushed a lock of hair from her cheek.

Sueharu: "I don't think a girl like you would have willingly become a concubine."

Sueharu: "You have a story to tell, don't you?"

The one-eye gaze turned towards me now, has no teasing tone.

(I wonder if he's trying to comfort me)

I was very grateful for that feeling but...

Yoshino: "My husband is taking good care of me..."

(Kichiji-san, is my husband's business partner, so I cannot behave in a way that gives a bad impression)

Because I was bought with money, I did not want to lose the minimum amount of sincerity as a member of this household.

Yoshino: "Besides, it was I who agreed to the contract to become a his concubine."

Sueharu: "...Contract?"

Kichiji-san, who had been listening quietly, lifts the corners of his mouth slightly.

Yoshino: "Kichiji-san?"

Kichiji: "No, it's nothing."

I blinked as I felt Kichiji-san's expression soften.

Kichiji: "I'm not going to sleep yet. Do you wanna talk?"

..........

(It's been a long time since I've talked to someone like this)

Perhaps that's why my time with Kichiji-san was more calming than I expected.

Kichiji: "If it's all right with you, we can talk like this. No one will come in the garden at night."

I took those parting words with hesitation....

.......

Few days later...

Kichiji: "Thank you for waiting, Yoshino."

Yoshino: "Good evening Kichiji-san."

Ever since I agreed to Kichiji-san's words.

We used to meet here every night for a brief chat.

Kichiji: "This whole situation is a bit intriguing, as if I'm having a secret meeting with you. It's kinda tempting, you know?"

(Secret meeting!?)

Yoshino: "There you go, joking again..."

Kichiji: "I'm sorry. You're reaction to everything is funny to watch."

Although he sometimes jokes, it is always a pleasure to chat with Kichiji-san.

----It is so much so that I almost forgets that I am being held captive.

(A brief respite during Kichiji-san's stay here only)

(I must not rely on Kichiji-san any more than I already do)

I knew that, but I was definitely comforted by the time I spent with Kichiji-san.

Kichiji: "By the way, your husband seems to be in a bad mood lately."

Yoshino: "...Ah, yes."

Before I came here, I had just heard the master muttering 'Kaneuri Kichiji, how long are you going to stay here?'.

(But I can't tell that directly to Kichiji-san...)

Kichiji: "It is uncivil to talk about other men when we are alone."

Seeing that I was vague about my words, Kichiji-san changed the subject casually.

Kichiji: "Actually, I have a gift for you."

Yoshino: "Hm?"

With a scheming smile, Kichiji-san held out a-----

A single flower.

Kichiji: "When we first met, you didn't react to wanting a kimono or a lip rouge, right?"

Kichiji: "I thought you didn't seem like the type who would attracted to those things."

(Come to think of it, that happened...and you remembered)

It warms my heart to think that he had thought of something that I would like based on that.

I received the flower and was about to thank him when----

Yoshino: "Than---Ah!"

The flower was so large that I sqeaked when I recognised it.

Sueharu: "What's wrong?"

Yoshino: "This flower is a medicinal flower! I've been looking for it for a long time. It's so hard to find this at this time of the year!"

Yoshino: "Did you know, it can also be as an ornament? But...Ah!"

Kichiji: "Oh, no I didn't?"

Kichiji-san's lips eventually turns into a smile.

Kichiji: "....you're funny. You got me there."

Yoshino: "Um..well.."

(I got carried away...!)

Yoshino: "Sorry. I suddenly got excited...that's weird."

When I tried to hide my face with the flower, Sueharu-san was smiling and shook his head.

Kichiji: "I didn't think it was weird."

Yoshino: "Eh?"

Kichiji: "You have now given this flower an added value other than being an ornamental."

Kichiji: "It means you have an eye for things. Isn't that something to be proud of?"

The quiet tone of Kichiji-san's voice is calming.

(...He's praising me)

Kichiji-san's eye were sparkling with interest and his expression seemed to be more relaxed than usual.

Yoshino: "Kichiji-sa..."

Kichiji: "Sueharu. That's my real name. Kitsuji Sueharu."

Kichiji: "I want you to call me by this name."

Kichiji-san gently interrupted my words and smiled-----

Either way, Sueharu-san's gaze is filled with a mysterious charm that beckons me.

Yoshino: ".....Sueharu-san."

Sueharu: "Mm."

Sueharu-san's satisfied smile was more dazzling than usual....

(I feel like I was able to touch at least a small part of Sueharu-san's heart)

That alone made my heart flutter.

........

It was the third night after I learned Sueharu-san's real name.

(Argh...)

My cheek felt hot as I touched it.

(My husband was irritated more than usual today....and he hit me for the first time)

Maybe the time has finally come when I'll be forced on bed.

I was a little afraid to meet Sueharu-san with reddened cheek from the slap...

(This may be the last time we see each other)

With this in mind, I decided to head to the meeting spot.

..........

Sueharu: "You..."

As soon as we see each other, Sueharu-san's carefree smile disappears.

Sueharu: "It hurts, doesn't it? Did you treat that properly?"

The unusual expression on his face tells me that Sueharu-san is seriously concerned about my safety.

(...He's so kind)

Yoshino: "It doesn't hurt as much as it looks."

When I smiled to reassure him, Sueharu-san sighed.

Sueharu: "....I'll ask you again. Why did you become such a man's concubine?"

Yoshino: "It's a form of debt. In the village where I lived, the crops didn't grow well."

Yoshino: "We were all doing our best, but I couldn't stand to see the children starving..."

Sueharu: "Children....?"

Sueharu-san's eyebrows furrow slightly.

Sueharu: "It's not like they're related to you, right? Why are doing you this?"

Yoshino: "Some of the children have no family. If there was anything I could do, I wanted to do it."

Sueharu: "You mean you sacrificed yourself for the sake of poor children."

The mutterings that are dropped in a few words dissolve into the night darkness in an unusually quiet way.

Sueharu: "........."

(....Why are you making that face?)

Yoshino: "Sueharu-san?"

Sueharu: "....I'm in trouble. If I listen to all that, I won't know what to do with you."

(Eh?)

Before I could fully comprehend what was said, Sueharu-san's hand was placed around my waist, and he pulls me closer.

Sueharu: "Yoshino."

(....Mm)

As soon as I was drawn closer, Sueharu-san's lips overlapped with mine.

(Sueharu-san why?)

My body tenses up in surprise, but strangely there is no sense of disgust.

(I see...what I feel for..Sueharu-san is...)

I naturally became aware of the feelings that have been born before I knew it.

But at the same time, a deep sense of guilt began to arise.

(----As long as I'm the property of the Master, these thoughts are not permitted)

Yoshino: "Sueharu---"

As soon as I tried to resist, the kiss deepened.

Yoshino: "Mm..Mmm...."

(I have to stop)

Supporting my limp and weak body, Sueharu-san whispered.

Sueharu: "...More."

Sueharu: "Until you can't think of anything else."

Yoshino: "...Ahh."

Sueharu-san's lips, spilling sweet breath, now drop to my neck.

I unintentionally clung to Sueharu-san, my fingertips were trembling faintly.

Sueharu: "Do you hate me?"

(....There is no way I dislike you)

Sueharu-san always listened to me and treated me as a thoughtful person.

(But)

Yoshino: "That's not what...this is about."

I suppressed the thoughts that were about to overflow and appealed in a hushed voice.

Yoshino: "I'm the Master's concubine and Sueharu-san is his guest."

Sueharu: "That's right."

Despite my light-hearted reply, Sueharu-san hugs me tightly and puts his face close to my ear.

Sueharu: "If your husband saw us doing this....I'm sure he would be disappointed."

(Ah...)

The shame and immorality fuelled by the words that had been spoken to me ran up my spine as a dangerous pleasure.

Yoshino: "Mm...Sueharu-san.."

As if I have been drawn towards him, I looked up at him and my lips were stolen again.

I felt the sweetest sensation of entwined tongues and I found myself seeking Sueharu-san.

(It feels hot)

Sueharu-san's fingers lifted my kimono and touched my bare skin.

Sueharu: "....That's all for today."

But Sueharu-san stopped there, and our lips also parted.

Sueharu: "I'd love to hold you right now even if you belonged to another man, but...I'm not going to."

Sueharu: "We can continue this when you really want to be held by me."

Yoshino: "Being held...?"

In moment of impatience, I asked directly.

In no time at all, Sueharu-san's hands had my kimono in place and he began gently combing my hair.

Sueharu: "Wait for me. I won't do anything bad."

(What do you mean...?)

Even though I had no idea what he was going to do,

Sueharu-san gives me a small smile and there was a kind and fearless light in his eyes----

Premium END

The morning after I and Sueharu-san shared a kiss and when I realized I had feelings for him----

My husband told me to stay in my room quietly.

(This is the first time I have been given such an order. Maybe...)

(Tonight will be the night when my husband is going to hold me)

I was scared of what lay ahead and wanted to believe Sueharu-san's words---- 'wait for me'.

My heart was pounding nonstop.

(Even though I only met Sueharu-san for a short amount of time)

(I want to trust him so much, I want to see him so much because...I need help?)

I asked myself but the answer is already there.

(No)

(Admittedly, at first I was just looking for a place to feel safe for a short while. But now...)

-----FLASHBACK-----

Sueharu: "....I'm in trouble. If I listen to all that, I won't know what to do with you."

-----FLASHBACK ENDS----

Just remembering the expression on Sueharu-san's face, that night was enough to make my heart flutter.

(That moment...I'm sure Sueharu-san showed me his true face)

That's why I want to know what he's really thinking and who he is.

(I want to talk to Sueharu-san. If I could at least get out of my room...)

Just as I was gritting my teeth once again at the thought be being captive, the sliding door to my room was violently pulled open.

Master: "Get up! We're getting out of here."

Yoshino: "Eh..."

Master: "Hurry!"

The master who shouted did not even look at me as he gathered up his money and his clothes.

Master: "We have to get out of here. Once the water cools down, I'm sure we'll be able to do something."

(It feels like a night escape)

As I was trying to get a grip of the situation, my ears picked up the Master's muttering under his breath.

Master: "Kanueri Kichiji, that son of---!"

Yoshino: "Sueharu-san?"

As soon as I reacted to that name unintentionally, I saw my husband's face turn red from anger and realized I made a mistake.

Master: "How the hell do you know that name? Did you perhaps......communicate with him?"

Yoshino: "Ahh...!"

The Master, in a fit of rage, pushed me down roughly.

Master: "Damn, if only I fucked you sooner..."

(Nn...No....)

In anger, he almost ripped my kimono off and my blood runs cold.

Yoshino: "Sueharu-san...!"

The moment I called out the name of the person I was thinking of---

Sueharu: "Okay, that's enough. That's breach of contract."

Sueharu-san appeared and pressed a small knife against the Master's neck.

Sueharu: "I've already bought this girl."

Sueharu: "If you want her, you must be prepared to make ME your enemy."

Master: "Tsk..."

The Master turns pale and hangs his head down in contemplation.

(W-What's going on...?)

Sueharu: "Come Yoshino. I came to pick you up."

I was blinded by the sight of Sueharu-san, who reverently held out his hand to me.

Sueharu: "....I said I wouldn't do anything bad, right?"

The same carefree smile on his thin, well-shaped lips that he wore last night.

(After all this person is not just an ordinary merchant)

Even as I thought so, I took Sueharu-san's hand.

After leaving the mansion, we settled down at an inn in the town.

Sueharu: "I'm done cleaning up. We can finally talk freely."

Sitting across from me, Sueharu-san slowly opens his mouth.

Sueharu: "That guy who held you captive was actively involved in business other than moneylending."

Sueharu: "But he was a womanizer and often used women to cover his debts...you didn't know that, right?"

Yoshino: "Oh. So was I one of those women?"

When I asked, Sueharu-san stared off into the distance with an expression of dismay.

Sueharu: "I knew he was going to do something someday."

Sueharu: "Of all people, he was trying to start a new business using my name and contacts."

(Ehh!)

Even I, who am not a merchant can see that it is a bad idea.

(From Sueharu-san's point of view, it's a trust issue and could even make him a business rival)

Yoshino: "You've done me a favor."

Sueharu: "Right? I didn't think it was possible, so I was working to confirm the facts but the result was..."

Sueharu: "....So I destroyed him without a trace."

Sueharu-san's eyes were shining coldly. They were unmistakably those of a merchant's eyes.

Sueharu: "He tried to deceive me by pretending he didn't know anything, by welcoming me..."

Sueharu: "That's why I couldn't get through him at first."

(Was the Master's recent nervousness due to his warnings that Sueharu-san might be taking notice of something?)

As I was secretly convinced, Sueharu-san's fingers touched my cheek.

Sueharu: "The swelling on your cheek seems to have gone a little."

Yoshino: "Y-Yes."

He gently caressed the area and the warmth of Sueharu-san's fingers were lovely.

Sueharu: "At first I spoke to you to see if I could get any information out of you."

Sueharu: "But I quickly realized that you didn't know anything, but..."

Sueharu: "By that time, I already made an arrangement to talk to you more."

Removing his hand from my cheek, Sueharu-san murmured with a sweet resignation.

Sueharu: "When I heard the reason for the debt, I felt like a failure."

Sueharu: "...I have to admit that I'm attracted to you."

(Sueharu-san...)

I was about to open my mouth to say that I had to do something in return for the feelings expressed to me.

Sueharu-san's eyes, which had been looking at me lovingly, suddenly took on a somber color.

Sueharu: "That man's trust is now at the bottom of the earth."

Sueharu: "No matter where you go from here, you won't have to listen to him."

Sueharu: "So did Sueharu-san took over his role?"

Sueharu: "....."

A quiet smile appeared on Sueharu-san's lips as he silently nodded.

Sueharu: "Are you scared of me?"

(That's...)

Yoshino: "To be honest, Sueharu helped me, even if only a little."

Yoshino: "You were very nice to talk to, and you even gave me some nice flower."

I remember the beautiful flower, which can be used as medicine, and the look on Sueharu-san's face when I watched through the petals of that flowers.

(I was happy that you chose that gift with me in mind)

When I smiled at the warm memories, Sueharu-san looked as if he had been caught red-handed.

Sueharu: "....."

Sueharu: "You're funny."

He looks at me and...

(Nn..Mm)

A gentle kiss almost melts me.

His hand goes to the back of my head, and undoes my hair in a natural motion. He then gently pushed me down to the floor.

Sueharu: "Hey, Yoshino. Let's start our business meeting?"

Yoshino: "Business...meeting...?"

Even though I was confused by the quickening of my heartbeat, Sueharu-san's voice reached my ears clearly.

Sueharu: "I bought you from that man. But to make your heart mine, I have to talk to you myself."

Yoshino: "I----"

(Ah...)

Sueharu-san's finger traces my lips and takes my away the words.

Sueharu: "We'll continue this when you really to be held by me'....did you forget what I told you?"

(I didn't forget....)

I want to respond, but Sueharu-san's fingers won't let me.

The unvoiced exhale is tinged with a feverish inarticulate anticipation....

I was eagerly awaiting the dangerous night that was about begin....

[edwardteachswombtattoo]

Ed's gun. Ed's fucking gun.

Hey, I realized no one seems to have brought this up so...I'm doing it? Buckle up, folks.

So one of the first times (if not The First Time) we see Ed's gun, it's when Stede is picturing Blackbeard and we get the slow panning shot with Blackbeard's gun kind of...hanging there? In what is (probably) meant to be very obvious phallic imagery? Stede doesn't even know Ed yet and he's already thinking about [REDACTED], why has no one written a meta about Stede being so fucking sexually repressed that he wants to sloppy the guy with glowing red eyes and a head made of smoke? Monsterfucker Stede truthers rise up.

Anyway!!! That isn't the only instance of Ed's gun being Important, centered in a scene, potentially phallic imagery, etc.

We also have this scene here.

Homoerotic looting. And Stede's love of books. If Stede had been Belle in Beauty and the Beast he would have been so fucking disappointed when the Beast turned back into some guy.

And this..during their first ever meeting.

POV: You're the Gentleman Pirate and Edward Teach is about to show you his top tier strap game.

And the iconic "Stab me!" scene, which is...

Look. I know this is a BTS picture and not an official scene, but can we please take a moment and notice the gun placement? Please? Okay.

Can't believe Stede and Ed had hot gay sex on screen before they even kissed, iconic.

Ed also gives his weapons to Stede during the clothing switch (which is important for my next point). And my next point?

Is that Ed's fucking gun??? The one Stede's using? As far as we know, only two people have used Ed's gun (other than Ed himself): Stede and Izzy. Stede had it (without using it) during the clothing swap and now he's using it here. Izzy is (potentially, unless Izzy has a gun in which case this meta is about to careen off in a different direction), using Ed's gun at the end of Season 1.

T4T Hot Topic girlfriends.

All this to say that Ed's gun is Important. Stede having it is Important. The way it's always placed in the narrative, to represent sexuality or protection or being vulnerable, the way Ed idly touches his gun (and knife) when he's just standing around. And who does Ed trust with it in Season Two?

This guy!

I've already written a little thing about this here, but to expand: I think the gun might represent a part of Ed's Self. But wait!! you shout. What about the red silk?

The red silk is Ed's heart. In the same way the petrified orange is (likely) Stede's heart, or at least a part of it. There are multiple items in the show that could represent Stede's heart/Self (the model ship, maybe the cravat) or parts of it. Ed's gun is more likely a part of Self. His Blackbeard Self maybe. And if I may spin off into the stratosphere for a moment, just go a bit silly.

I think Blackbeard (as an abstract, as a concept) is meant to represent a lot of things in the narrative. Masculinity, a protective persona, sexuality, etc. It can be many things for many different people (Ed, Izzy, etc.) because it is essentially an abstract of Ed's Self. What does Ed do when he's feeling hurt and vulnerable? He goes full Blackbeard, survival mode. Loads himself up with guns just like the depiction in Stede's book, especially over his heart. No one can break your heart if they can't touch it, right?

Right?

"Your Honor, the only thing he's guilty of stealing is...my heart!" --Stede, probably

But what if someone already knows your heart? What if they've touched it? What if you trust them with the part of Self you've been using to protect it? Vulnerable, letting your walls down, giving them a part of your Self and trusting them not to use it against you? Protecting them with it?

Ed doesn't trust Stede with his heart, but he knows Stede would never hurt him with this gun because he gave it to Stede before, turned his back on Stede even and he knows Stede would never harm him with it.

And Stede...

Shirt open. Vulnerable. Chest exposed. Gunshot wound. You see what I'm getting at?

It's interesting, right? Ed trying to protect his heart, while Stede is leaving his open? But Ed also giving Stede his gun? It's almost like trust (building and rebuilding) is going to be a big part of Season 2. But you know what else is probably going to be a big part of Season 2? Self. Identity. Ed giving his gun (a part of Self) to Stede, leaving himself just a bit more open (the trust is there, it's still there, Stede broke his heart but Ed still trusts him in some small ways with other parts of him. Not his heart, but other parts).

Also Stede using Ed's gun is super fucking homoerotic. I'm sorry, but it is. Like if nothing else in this turns out to be relevant, Stede using Ed's gun is so fucking homoerotic.

Fellas, is it gay to take a phallic object (gun) off your ex-shipmate and use it to shoot a British naval officer while running dramatically across a beach?

[aptericia]

Happy birthday!!🎉🥳

To celebrate I want to give you a little (ok, it may have gotten a little longer than I anticipated) one-shot of some Temenos and Throné friendship and fluff (and maybe some angst). I hope you like it and happy birthday again!! Plus I hope you’re having a wonderful birthday full of everything you love!💖

(as a foreword this takes place a few years after the game’s story and includes some vague spoilers for Temenos’s and Throné’s stories)

“Say Temenos,” Throné asks, approaching the inquisitor with a light smile tugging her lips.

Looking up from his delicate work of cutting, sewing, and coloring his next batch of puppets, Temenos smiles fondly at the sight of his old friend. “Throné! What an excellent surprise this is!”

Temenos quickly stows away the puppets and his supplies. “Why do I have the honor of seeing you today?”

Throné’s hand reaches up to idly rub at her freed neck. It’s somewhat reassuring to Temenos, knowing that habit of hers never went away. 

“I know it’s a bit odd, but I have a gift for you.”

“A gift? While I am quite flattered it hardly seems fair to you who has traveled so far to give me a gift with no occasion.”

Throné chuckles, pulling a small item out from her pocket. “I was nearby anyway and I've been holding on to this for too long now.” Suddenly she hesitates, pulling her hand away from Temenos. 

“Is something the matter?” Temenos watches her eyes soften, an almost guilty look clouding her eyes. Brightening his tone so Throné knows he is only joking he asks, “I’m not receiving a stolen good, am I?” 

Throné’s eyes dart to the floor. “Listen, I took this a long time ago. It’s just time for you to have it.”

“My dear Throné, you do realize I will not have you thrown into jail for some light thieving, yes?”

Laughing a little, Throné’s shoulders drop. “Just take it, alright?”

And with that Throné presses the mysterious item into Temenos’s palm, waiting patiently for Temenos to examine it. 

Whatever it is has been wrapped in thinning brown paper, small holes tearing through to reveal what it protected. Curiously peeling back the paper, Temenos only grows more confused.

“Pardon me for sounding ungrateful but, what is this?”

Throné lets out a long sigh. “I suppose you wouldn’t recognize it, seeing as I stole it long before I even met you.” Glancing at Throné, Temenos waits for her to explain what this trinket is. “It belonged to Crick.”

“Oh.”

Swallowing, Temenos studies the trinket more carefully now, a tightness wringing his chest. It is something silver plated, or at least it used to be, as most of the silver has rubbed off to a hard, brown metal. The metal itself has been shaped to resemble a ram’s horn curling in on itself with a rubbed away flower still blooming in the center of the design.

Throné’s heels click on the floor of the cathedral. “I thought maybe he would have mentioned it or you might have known what it meant to him.”

“Regretfully, I do not.” Temenos cannot stop staring at the charm, passing his thumb over the raised edges and flattening spirals. It is clearly a well-loved item. “You said you got this before we met?”

“Yeah, of course I didn’t know him at the time either. I just thought he looked like he may have something to steal, being a Knight-in-training and all, but I only found that.”

“And you kept it?” Temenos finds tears slipping down his cheeks, but his heart has not felt so warm in such a long time.

Resting her hand on Temenos’s arm, Throné smiles, “I thought it looked nice. I thought maybe it would bring me good luck, and I would say it certainly did.”

“Thank you, Throné,” Temenos sniffles, wiping the last tears away. “Truly, thank you.”

Slipping away, Throné relaxes into her regular aloof posture. “I’m just glad you’re not throwing me into jail.”

“Of course not! Though my door is always open to hearing your confessions,” Temenos teases, clenching Crick’s old talisman so hard his hard trembles.

“Not in a thousand years, Temenos.”

After more pleasantries, Throné gives her final goodbyes to Temenos, forcing him to promise that he would be the one to travel to her next time. The sun is setting as Temenos watches Throné leave, and a light breeze blows through the trees. Their orange leaves rustle and gently fall to the ground as Temenos makes his way back inside the church, clutching Crick’s talisman close to his heart with a smile on his face.

OMIGOSH??? FOR ME???? THANK YOU SO MUCH WAAAAAAHH!!! 😭😭😭

This is such a sweet scene and you wrote my favorite little guys so well!!! I have indeed been having a good birthday, in no small part to you and all my friends who have been super nice!! I will treasure this forever <3<3<3<3

(Do you post fics on Ao3 or anything? I would love to read more of your work!!)

[kamiversee]

Your honor, if I may present a defense for the gojo girlies.

First, we entered the story with the conceit already made clear to us. We knew that blackmail was the focal point of the plot. So those who would be turned away from gojo as a character due to blackmail likely did not begin reading.

Secondly, once that choice was made gojo has done nothing worse than continue on course. We have seen more elements to the situation, which is going to make us more sympathetic towards him.

Thirdly, even in canon gojo is a bastard man. Lest we forget, we see him actively be ok with murder on two separate occasions and stop for reasons not related to his own moral compass. Additionally, his interactions with gakuganji and utahime are emblematic of gojo being an absolute menace. We understand that his is not a purely good character, and for some that is a draw instead of a detraction.

Fourthly, there are several key personality differences between gojo and choso. There are different draws to each, and different people will be looking for different aspects in someone they care about. (For my part, I can't get past seeing choso as a sad little wet dog and I cannot find that attractive. Nothing against your writing, I adore him as a character, I simply do not find him attractive.)

Finally, as I doubt I need to remind you, gojo is scrumptious. (I adore that you used 3-eam's gojo as your canon gojo because she steals my heart with every new gojo art she makes)

In conclusion, you have done a fantastic job in making a morally grey character and it is fair that we, as an audience, are split about our feelings towards him.

-Much love <3

Given the evidence presented to me here, I’ve come to the glorious conclusion that some Gojo girls are not clinically insane 😱

Wonderful points you make here. I’ve never had a problem with the defense of Gojo, my issue was only ever that Choso is often used as a point of comparison when his actions are not validly comparable.

Anywho, I also do get everyone having a type trust me😭 At the end of the day I just tried to make a fic where you could find smut for the most adored jjk men <3

Lastly, I now plead half of the Gojo girlies guilty of insanity & the other half guilty of falling for that beautiful white haired princess whom I love just as much as they do ><

[yuukei-yikes]

aroace Mary is so galaxy brain, and you're so right she wouldn't want anyone, especially her dear friend seto, to waste their lives when she'll both never love them the same way back AND out live them. but that doesn't make her love less special, in fact, her love is eternal for all her friends

EXACTLYYYYYY AUGH.. HER LOVE IS ETERNAL FOR ALL HER FRIENDS!!! (breaks down) aroace mary 💖 she does love seto and she does love him differently than she loves anyone else but it doesn't meet seto's Intensity. it's not to say one is more valid than the other though!!! they both adore each other but mary is aware seto has a specific perspective she doesn't Have. i think seto is so pathetic(lovingly) abt how in love he's with mary he's just looking at her with his eyes shaped like hearts and she's like. Stop looking at me like that. she doesn't see him as Just a friend definitely, she's In Love in her own way but it's so wildly different from seto's way of being in love and mary doesn't see it as compatible. basically she's in love in an aromantic way and seto is in love in an alloromantic way and yeah this obviously can still work but heh. mary's whole thing you know. she feels incredibly guilty. it's not abt seto being able to deal with it, it's mary who can't deal with it!! seto can be like i'm just happy being by your side forevers :3 BUT that's particularly the problem. mary's like ok but I DON'T…WANT THAT… ofc she wants to be by everyone's side as they grow up.... and while she Can be the partner seto wants bc she does love him too and both can be happy, she will never stop feeling he deserves someone who will meet his same love intensity, cuz she knows he holds back bc of her boundaries and he's okay with it but she isn't okay with it. she decides it's not fair to him! and she would feel so guilty of taking that place in seto's short life!!! let's not forget seto's also sort of an empath like ayano. remember his whole thing abt he can tell someone's emotions and stuff just from looking at them without necessarily using stealing eyes. yeah. he totally understands what mary means and how she feels, he understands the pain and guilt it causes her. Yet SHE doesn't understand that he loves her so much he doesn't care at all and she should not hurt for him. he's like if only she knew it would be an honor to spend my life by her side even if she doesn't feel the same specific attraction. but there's no way for her to ever understand that and seto loves her so much he can let her go. sits here. rips all my hair out I THINK hehe.. hehe... i think seto should go and date so many girls <3 (in a lesbian way. butch lesbian seto forever) he should go and have a few long term relationships during his life<3 but he never stops pining for mary. mary refusing to be the love of his life doesn't change that she is. they're still qpp<3 <3 <3 <3 sorry if this is incomprehensible

[la-ro-ki]

Your honor, the only thing this man is guilty of is... stealing my heart </3

Fuuta feels like a character that was engineered to be a favorite of mine, if he gets voted unforgiven twice in a row I’ll riot. 

version with no spray paint under cut

[crypticskar]

Falling for the mafia

🔪 CHAPTER ONE🔪

💜 Princia💙

A painful past and a terrible present. My future? I don't know because I can d*e anytime and anywhere. I have everything that anyone can ask for. Money, success, power, beauty, intelligence. But, something I'm sure of, is that no one will ever desire to live the type of life I live if they know how it is. I'm dangerous, ruthless, fearless, a genius brainiac, a sharpshooter, but I know my worth. I walk with my head help up high. I don't care about people around me, unless they get in my way at the wrong time. There was a time I used to care. There was a time when colours had returned to my world. There was a time when I nearly felt whole. There was a time when I enjoyed more hearing a giggle rather than gunshots. Yes, there was. But all good things must come to an end, isn't it?That's what they all say. "Please, it won't happen again" he pleaded. This f*cker stole from me and I hate it when people think they can get away with stealing from me. "Kill him, show no mercy." I ordered one of my men and he immediately obeyed. His lifeless body now laying on the cold floor. I don't mess with your head or play with your heart. I am a woman and I finish what I start. I'm the merciless, soulless, thankless bit*h everyone looks for. I got the looks of an angel, but the mind of a killer. I'm lethal. People don't cross me, they whisper my name and they die right after. I am the boss of my own life, I don't bow to anyone. I will NEVER bow to anyone. I look at challenges straight in the eyes and give them a wink. I don't like to be controlled and I became everything you can't control.I'm my own cliqué. Princia Isabel Reign Castillo, 20 years old. I am the queen of the underworld and the most famous assassin in Italy, the Reaper. I kill with all sorts of things daggers, knives, guns you name it. But my favorite weapon is a dagger.I have always been very attracted to danger. We all have demons I just decided to feed mine. Some people call me an adrenaline junkie, but it's more than that. I crave things most people are afraid to do, I am attracted to people others are too afraid to speak to. I try to keep my reckless behavior to a minimum I really do. I try to be less impulsive, more structured, but I just get so bored. I guess at the end of the day, some of us run with lions and some of us run away from them. I will never be the latter. I never leave a trace behind and you can't find one single thing about me. I personally choose who deserves to know who I am. Owner of the most luxurious resorts, clubs, companies and hotels in the world. But I enjoy my gangster personality more. I don't corrupt the system, I am the system. Everything goes the way I want. I have business everywhere, but Italy is my piece of cake. I am the first woman to lead an empire like mine at this young age. My trainings started when I was five years old. I basically grew up on guns and fighting. And honestly I don't feel guilty about living in luxury, because I worked my ass of to get to where I am now. I wear my smile like a badge of honor because I fought for my own happing when everyone else just retreated. I deal with business not with drama. And believe me there's nothing more dangerous than a woman who healed on her own with the help of no one. if you can rise up from the dirt they left you in, there's no motherfucker out there who can tell you shit.

[agapesophy]

You are guilty honors of casting a lady in prison to rape the helpless lady of honor for saving babies to steal my green eyed jusitce!

I hate his honors because mosquitoes are kinder to my shins because his honors are the same around the world, and each male resource manager can murder me gay because the IRS won't do it asking if that my perfeence guilty tyrant!

Why think your honor is good for you to have been black listed in your showmanship to be actors, and John Wick because 4 is your death because I am the last unicorn of my traitor who murders you he is my devils advocate for his suicides who loved you you broke my heart who loved my peer group forsaken his honor turn tyrant cry traitor, because the IRS can tax me to death first because I murder the least of ciztens worthless to repay because promission is given you because I am guilty mercy.

I am the one Mafia who honored a peer group, I am guilty of belonging to the taxpayers, so after my death, they can inherit it because my death will teach nations my leadership.