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yawnzzznnn · 6 months

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Can you do a yandere quackity alphabet pls chupapi mew manure 😍😍😍❤️

♚Quackity yandere alphabet♚

♚Special thanks too: the dumb ass who requested this, Quackity

♚Note: legit my first time ever writing for quackity....

♚TW: yandere themes : toxic relationship : mentally ill Quackity : obsession : possessiveness : death : mentions of murder : cursing : dark themes : brief mention of suicide :

♚DISCLAIMER: do not read this if you are uncomfortable with yandere themes I have other works you can read or if your into kpop/kdramas don't hate on this no one is forcing you to read this if you are sensitive don't read this THIS IS ALL A WORK OF FICTION DO NOT ATTEMPT ANYTHING YOU READ IN THIS POST if someone is doing some of this stuff to you contact the police immediately DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 16!!!

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A - allowing (how allowing are they?)

I feel like he's not as though as others would be, so he'll allow you to go outside, but he has to be there as well.

B - blackmail (did they blackmail there s/o?)

No he didn't, in his eyes your fragile, almost baby like, he didn't wanna do anything to harm you.

C - carving (do they carve there name into you? And where?)

No he doesn't, no matter how pissed he is at you, he refuses to harm you in anyway.

D - Dangerous (how dangerous are they?)

On the danger scale Quackity is about a 6, he's not super dangerous but he can be.

E - Exposed (How vulnerable are they when it comes to their s/o?)

Once he knows you're not going anywhere, he'll be more sensitive and, talk about personal things and, seek comfort in you.

F - favorite (there favorite place on there s/o)

Probably your hair....he loves playing with your hair.

G - Game (are they using there s/o as a pass time?)

Absolutely not, you're too fragile for that.

H - Hell (what's the worse they've done to there s/o?)

even tho, not as extreme as other yandere's would do, the worst he's done is lock you in a room for a week.

I - Ideals (what's there future plans with there s/o?)

Probably to keep you with him as long as possible, he doesn't want kids, he feels you won't be able to make it through child birth.

J - Jealousy (how jealous are they?)

On the jealousy scale he's about a 7, like he gets jealous and will kill the other person but once he sees you he forgets everything.

K - Killing (how many times will they kill for there s/o)

As many times as it takes.

L - Love (how in love are they?)

Head over heels in love with you, he fell in love with you the first time he saw you.

M - (how messy are they?)

He's very clean when he does his killings, he doesn't want you to find old blood.

N - No (what will they not allow there s/o to do?)

Go anywhere without him, it's his main rule.

O - Obsession (how obsessed are they?)

On the obsession scale he's about a 9, he does have pictures of you all over his walls. (not just the bedroom)

P - Possession (how possessive are they of there s/o?)

He'll let you wear what you want and, hang out with whoever, just don't break a rule and you'll be fine.

Q - Quit (if there s/o dies would they find someone else?)

If you die he dies.

R - Regret (do they feel guilty for the things they've done?)

When he sees you cry over something he's done, then he will remorse for the things he's done, but other than that nope.

S - Stamina (how long will they put up with there s/o acting up?)

Not long at all, the second you start acting up he'll put you in your place.

T - Tears (how do they feel about seeing their s/o scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?)

He hurts more than you, once he sees you doing anything of the sorts, he'll stop everything immediately.

U - Unique (would they do anything different from the classic yandere?)

Other than letting you actually have a life that's not revolved around him, not really.

V - Vice (what weakness do they have for there s/o?)

When you get emotional, he can't stand it, unless its a good kind of emotional.

W - Wit’s end (would they ever hurt their s/o?)

Physically? No, Mentally? Absolutely.

X - Xoanon (To what length would they go to win their s/o over)

He'll go as far to change himself, physical appearance included.

Y - Yandere (what kind of Yandere are they?)

He's laid back, he allows you freedom, but as I mentioned, he always has to be around you.

Z - Zzz (Do they sleep around there s/o?)

Of course! He wanted to prove to you, he's completely normal and nothing wrong or messed up is going on in his head.

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kthecutest · 4 months

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hi yūka! i hope you're doing fine ♡ could i request a headcanon about husband!k? soft and hard thoughts if possible 🤭 thank you!

·͙̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥̩̩̥͙　✩　̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥̩̩͙‧͙　Husband ! Kei　.·͙̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥̩̩̥͙　‪♡　̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥̩̩͙‧͙ .

Pairing : Husband!k x Wife!f!reader Genre : SFW & NSFW (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ 🥕 A/N ೃ⁀➷ New Year gift for my lovelies ₊˚⊹♡

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Soft Thoughts °𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊

Morning Routines : First of all, let’s start with morning routines. Before you both decided to tie the knot, Ej always warned you, “Gurlie, if you get married to this man, the job of waking him in the morning – it’s yours now” and well you never took it seriously. Until now that is, “Kei! C’mon! wake uppp! Your manager is blowing up the phoneee!!!” your yelling is doing barely any damage to your half-asleep husband who’s still squirming and fidgeting around in his bed. “Honey.. five more..” – “no no! No five more! Wake uppp you sleepy head!” Probably would have to drag Kei’s huge frame straight out of bed and push him into the bathroom, shoving a toothbrush into his mouth.

Clingy Texts : And then there’s the ‘sending you texts 24/7’ phrase that your husband has started since your dating days. You’re on your laptop, not that you’re focused or anything but obviously! You cannot focus at all – when your phone’s notis kept blowing up non-stop. And you know who it is – no hints needed – “Babyy, have you had your lunch? – Kei” – “Hun, how’s the work going? Missinggg you – Kei” And you can’t even complain honestly cuz he’s just the absolute sweetest to the point that you’d melt just looking at Kei’s messages. No matter how busy he is, he always texts you, and no matter how busy you are, you check and reply to his messages without being annoyed even for a bit. Your husband may not be the most expressive when in the eyes of the public, but you know more than anyone else how much this man treasures you.

Back from Work : Then, there’s the clingy big baby phase of Kei as soon as he gets back home and gets to cling onto his wife. “Loveee! Guess who’s back!”, you’re already waiting at the front door with your arms out, ready to give your beloved husband a warm welcoming hug. Kei would run into your arms immediately even picking you up into the air with his arms alone at times cuz your huge husband just can’t control his strength. “Eww.. you better take a shower before you come to bed”, obviously you were holding back your laughter trying to act tough and strict with him especially when he gives you those puppy doe eyes. “Awwe I see I see my baby doesn’t like me being sweaty, butttt….” – “buttt…?” – “You’re coming with me AHA!”, yeet, up you go on his shoulder and you bet you’re gonna have to spend at least an hour in the shower again with this big puppy boi who can’t even shower on his own alone without his wife. “Yah!!! Kei! Ughhh!!”, Kei chuckled at your attempt of whines and complaints – I mean after all, if you really hate the idea, why would you wait for him every late evening without taking a shower, obviouslyyy just so you could join him in the shower, mhm mhm definitely can’t be coincidence.

Cooking : Next thing that comes to mind is …. FOOD. Kei just has everything to do with food; it’s either him cooking for you or you’re both in the kitchen with him nagging at your every failed attempt to make a proper dish. Obviously, you knew you could never compete to this mans and his cooking skills. Kei has been a brilliant chef his whole life basically, “At this point, I can’t tell if you’re the wife or I am”, your husband looks at you with a ‘I’m so done’ face. “Hey! No need with the flexs sir, ughhh just how do you make thissss?!!”, Ke would complain, but of course if there was to be someone who would run to your assist in a span of mini-seconds, that’s gotta be him.

Healthy Food : Anddd right, let’s not forget, Kei over here is a fricking DIETISIAN. This mans has been doing researches on healthy food since high school alright, and now that he’s sharing his cozy home with the love of his life, that means…. Shared salad bowls.. yea.. “Love- I know you like being healthy and all, and I know you care for me, buttttt can’t we get fried chicken instead, c’mon plsssss”, your sparkly doe eyes would work in any situation – except this one. “Uh huh, right, nope, hun salads are healthy for you and you’re gonna have it alright, end of discussion”, a salad bowl arrives in front of you available for instant consumption. Your husband just won’tttt let you off when it comes to healthy food mhm.

Exercise : There’s also the other half of the ‘keep his wife healthy’ agenda for Kei, because no matter how busy this poor mans can get, he would drag you out to take a jog with him in the park either in the morning (which rarely happens cuz he cannot wake himself up) and often in the evenings. You’re the type of be on your laptop all day; which your husband does NOT like at all, cuz he wants you to be active and healthy just like him. You’d whine and complain to stay at home cuz you’re too lazy to touch the grass and fresh air outside but it won’t make much of a difference when Kei yeets you up his shoulder and carried your struggling frame out the house. During the jog, you’d even look at Kei with widened eyes like ‘how tf is this mans still jogging faster than you effortlessly after a long day at work!?!?’ – Kei and his monster stamina is just built different.

Dates : You both barely ever get any free moments to go on a full-on date and all, but that doesn’t stop you two from arranging small dates in every given opportunity. Mostly, it’d probably be something like star gazing. It’s 10 p.m.; Kei’s only gotten back home just now, guess he was pulling a longer shift today at the practice room but you’re a bit surprised to find a wide grin plastered across his face instead of his normal whiny and clingy self. “Babe, there’s something I gotta show you”, his tone is excited like no other and he’s practically almost dragging you out the front door, in a rush, at this point. And then you two would end up at a small high-land hill in a pretty quiet park, who would have known, there’s already a cropped picnic blanket set up with a few snacks and cozy blanket. Kei looked at you with a look of nervousness, obviously it wasn’t an actual picnic or a star gaze experience or anything- but poor Kei didn’t have the time to go all out. And well, you notice it. “Baby, it’s amazing! Ah!! I’m so happy!”, giving him a warm reassuring hug. Kei would probably even tear up from your gesture but would end up sniffling and acting all big and touch like “I- I’m not crying! You are.” – with a pout. Gosh who could ever hate him, he’s too precious. You both would spend the rest of the night tighter, under a night sky full of stars, would probably trace the constellations until you both fell asleep to each other’s voices.

Competition : Whether it’s just a small card game or a game you two have chosen at an arcade, this mans will NOT give in, Kei is probably the most competitive person you’ve seen, and wife or not, mans have no intention to give up his position of first place. You’ll only ever get a small chance of taking the win if you could whine and plead with puppy eyes for the first place from your husband. Obviously, he wouldn’t be passing the thrown in just a few pleads but once you started sniffling, you know for a fact his character’s gonna break. Kei just can’t watch you get hurt in any way or form even worse if it’s coming from him. This factor also adds on to how gentle he would treat his wife when competing against you in games.

Cuddles : Cuddles are random between you two. It could be anywhere, anytime, anyhow. You could literally be busy in the kitchen, cooking up a storm for a plate of dinner, your beloved husband who rushed back home from work early would give you a backhug. “K?! Aish, you should have alerted me love~” You pouted complaining as you kept your hands busy. “Aww but surprises are more fun~” He whined back in response, nuzzling his head on your nape, his hands tightly wrapped around your waist and torso. Sometimes, if it’s not for the case of surprises, it’d be a warm cozy hug you two share on the couch while something plays on the TV or you working on your laptop with a clingy kangaroo stuck to you.

Kisses : Kisses are mostly just friendly pecks on the lips, accompanied by cozy cuddles. Though, sometimes it does get heated pretty quickly, tongues slipping through lips, teeth clashing and all but if you two wanted to put a stop to the situation from escalating, then you could. You and K aren’t some high-school love birds no more and are properly wedded couple so you each are aware of your own self-control. But of course, K always have the upper-hands and at times, your teases would do no damage to him but his teases would get you all riled up.

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Kitchen counter : LINK

Visitation hours : LINK

Stress Relief : LINK

Breeding hours : LINK

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lxdymoon0357 · 1 year

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Can I request for a general dating headcannons with Father, I Don't Want This Marriage???? thank chu!

Father, I don't want this marriage! X Reader HCs

Jubelian Floyen

♢Dating Jubelian is a very cute experience, I’d say, she’s so caring and sweet, she also always shows affection and she’s pretty! So many plus signs.

♢You do have to go through a suspection made by her father, but it’s fine, cause once he accepts you, you’re his child too, so yayyy! One more baby for him to spoil.

♢Random kisses on your cheeks and lips, maybe on knuckles when you’re holding hands around the manor or when you’re walking around the garden.

♢She learnt to make flower crowns when she was young, so she makes tons of flowers crowns for you and even taught you how to make them and so many dates when you both sit in the garden and make flower crowns with each other.

♢She has you sneak in her room so many times, even after Regis had three guards outside on her balcony, you still somehow sneaked her out and they found you both cuddling in one of the extra rooms they have.

♢Most dates you both have include you and her learning self-defense from Regis, because he doesn’t want your relationship to end up like his and Amelia’s, so he trains you both along with Max and it always ends up with you both giving each-other pecks and giggling like little kids.

♢Regis was really doubtful of you at first, that he tried to set up a scene where Jubelian was kidnapped and you ended up breaking down in front of him, while holding a knife covered in blood of the guards who kidnapped her, while Jubelian who knows about her dad’s scheme is mad because how dare he make the love of her life cry! >:((((((

♢If you’re larger than her, she would love it if you carried her on your back or princess style, but if you’re smaller and weaker than her, she would love to carry you all over!

♢You’re also have a lot of respect from not only nobles, but also many servants and many other people because you’re dating a Floyen, so many gifts so they can suck up to you!

♢You both have many dates where you both have a picnic with some trusted guards, maids, butlers and her father right near a lake or a waterbody, and after you all are done eating you all throw stones in the waterbody!

♢If you say you like something to eat, she will learn how to make it herself to surprise you and she always makes them with high-quality ingredients!

♢She also remembers many things you even gave a hint of liking; she has a scrap-book with you, in which she writes, and draws things you both did that day or something you want to do in the future or after you both are married

♢She loves card games, so it’s a routine where you both play card-games before bed, until you both fall asleep in each-other’s warmth because the room is too cold…

♢You and Jubelian always wear matching clothes everywhere, parties, banquets, balls, going out, sleeping, on dates, dancing, walking around, etc….So all the maids know what to do, your accessories also match!

♢Now dating Jubel is like having your personal fashion designer, whom one second will make you many clothing which are gonna make a new trend in the empire and in the next will be making out with you on her bed.

Maxmillion Ashet

♚ You are spoiled as fuck! Maxmillion is a crown prince and being a crown prince means many gifts so nobles can suck up to you, so when he finds a gift he doesn't like, but he know you'll enjoy, he removes everything that says that it for him and gives it to you, saying he had a noble got it for you.

♚ Max is also very physical with you, hugging, kissing and touching you, though they're mostly subtle in public and in-front of people, in private, he won't stop at only kissing or hugging.

♚ He would have you train with him, because he doesn't want you to be hurt by assassins and people who want to hurt as to get revenge on him, Regis is always happy to train you for sword-fighting, hand-to-hand combat and arrow-shooting.

♚ He learnt flower language for you and often coveys his feelings using flowers!!! He has brought many flowers and often you were confused, because you don't know why he chooses a certain scheme of colour and types of flowers, until one of your maids suggested him using flower language and upon inspection, it was indeed true!!!

♚ He probably sits you on his lap while he does something he is annoyed about like polishing his swords or doing some paper-work, cause it's comforting for him.

♚ He would take you horse-back riding every weekend for a date, if he's too busy, he'll improvise and get you your favourite foods as lunch while he does his work.

♚ He would buy you earrings, or any jewellery you like but he buys your earrings the most, because he for some reason, he loves earrings and they're always made with beautiful and special crystals.

♚ He built a statue in your honour, it is a statue of you, in a beautiful dress with a bunny in your hand, it's kept in the grand hall of the palace, it is decorated with multiple jewels and maybe it is a secret door to a private chamber.

♚ He gives you piggyback rides and loves to carry you if your feet are hurting or if you're feeling a little lazy, tsundere about it though....But it's okay, cause we love tsunderes in this households!

♚ He loves to feed into your hobbies, he doesn't care what it is; painting, sword-fighting, archery, crocheting, reading, swimming, gymnastics, even if it's deemed as unfeminine by society, who looks down upon women who do this, he's a feminist and he ain't gonna let you take shit from anybody!!!

♚ Also, though he is kind of a tsundere, he won't be afraid to show his love to you, in front of people or fanboy in fact, he don't care, he has his hands wrapped around yours or he's having his hand on your waist.

Regis Floyen

☽ The head of the duchy, he's such a sweetheart and so is his daughter, you three make the perfect family! You're so pretty, Regis with his amazing skills and Jubel with her kind nature!!!

☽ He loves to dance with you, late at night, if you aren't as tired that is, he is very careful about your health and often gives you his main priorities.

☽ Kind of needs your reassurance that he is doing the correct thing, if there is something you don't like, please say cause when you do things passive and aggressively, it makes him overthink things....

☽ He would teach you how to sword fight, even in heavy dresses and large heels because honestly in my opinion, he would find it to be super hot to see his wife fight someone in dresses, heels with make-up fully done, if he has a wife that is. If you're another, he would love to see you fight him, because hot husband and spouse vibes....

☽ Dating Regis is also dating Jubelian, because you have breakfast and lunch with her everyday, Regis joins you both for dinner, you dress up with Jubel, make flower-crowns, go on parent-daughter dates, put on make-up, go out to eat something or go shopping with her, you spend more time with Jubel then with Regis....

☽ I think Regis also has quite a talent in painting, if he does, he would love to paint you and Jubel dancing together or doing something together as parent and daughter, he would also love to do family portraits!!!

☽ Just like Jubel and her S/O, he is going to be wearing matching clothing with you, no matter what you do, when you're going to bed, you're doing work, you're at a banquet, meetings or what not, matching accessories and also his sword is matching a dagger he gave you!

☽ Also, he would love to see you rock anything, wearing dresses as a man or wearing a suit as lady! He'll find them hot anyway and he wants you to feel comfortable in your own skin and anyone who makes you feel otherwise is quite frankly a little, insecure bitch ass! So you go boo! Do what you want, wear what you want, he's there to handle all the scandals and rumors and he and Jubelian are scaring anyone who is staring at you weirdly!!!!

☽ He would love to kiss you randomly throughout the day and no-matter where or what you're doing, they is going to be a *smooch!* places on your cheeks, lips, neck, ears, hand, hair, forehead, nose, on top of head or wherever he wants to kiss

☽ He would take on dates whenever he can and it could be the most random time as long as you're completely 800% okay to do it, it can vary from 3:56 am at night to broad daylight of 2:45 pm in the afternoon....It don't matter!

☽ HE CANNOT STAND YOU BEING UNCOMFORTABLE!!!!!! I've said it once and I'll say it again, he cannot stand you being uncomfortable, whether it be your dress, accessories, person, view, position or anything it is, he will do anything in his power to make sure you're safe and sound and comfortable!!!!

☽ My man loves to carry you around in his arms like a koala and maybe he takes you like that to the training grounds and there he sits you down somewhere comfortable while you watch him train shirtless :P.....

☽ C O F F E E A D D I C T S. You both are most likely coffee addicts and he not only has then types of coffee, oh no! He has over hundreds type of coffee stored in one of his warehouses....

☽ He would love for you to model your outfits for him, he love to see how hot, cute, beautiful/handsome/alluring you look in them, he obviously has matching outfit with you, but your outfits fit your aesthetic or style and his outfits match his style and so you have similar outfit, but of different styles!!!

☽ He loves to bath with you, after he has finished training with Maxmillion an the is all tired and sweaty and needy for all of your attention on him and him only!

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allkordelia · 2 months

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Keep Me Near Your Heart XVII

After looking for Aemond in his chamber, Jaenara makes her way towards her own in a haste. She didn't know what she was going to say to him, or explain how her brother knew about Ser Krey, all she hope was that he wouldn't be mad at her even through he should. She told him she ended things with Krey only to turn around and sleep with him again, it was ironic she knows but the old aemond would have deserve to be embarrassed like that. Not this man who done nothing but coddle her and her unborn son, she couldn't get the crush look on Aemond's face out of her head.

Jaenara burst through her door scaring Aemond from his lean over position as he sat on the edge of the bed.

"Aemond." Jaenara breathe out closing the door behind before making her way towards her husband, Aemond averted his gaze from her as he stood, "Aemond, I'm so sorry that that happened." she started with a apologic look.

"Don't be." He replied making her frown, he looks at her with a small smile, "In a way we are even now, we can finally put the past behind us, right." Jaenara was speechless, she didn't expect him to be so docile.

"Aemond, I think we should talk–" Aemond moves away from her before could finish her sentence, he startes unbuttoned his vest.

"Why? There's no need. I presume you ended things with him again, yes?" He turns to look at me as he shed his vest, jaenara nod dumbly making him smile widen a bit, "See no need to talk about it, I'm moving on, your moving on, together once our son comes we all can put this behind us and become a family." He said turning away yet again as he take off his shirt and fold it before setting it on the table.

"Aemond...are you alright?" She asked dumbly, it is obvious he isn't okay but she had to ask anyway, Aemond look towards her with an reassure look as he makes his way towards her.

"Of course, my love." Jaenara eyed him as his hands brush along her arms.

"You don't seem alright, husband." Aemond looks from watching himself caress her arm to her face, jaenara look at her husband even more uncertain about his wellbeing as he chuckle and shook his head.

"Maybe, your right...I am a bit tired, the dinner took a lot outta me." He says, "Let me release you from this gown, and we can just...cuddle tonight, how does that sound." Jaenara squint looking him in the eye, it was obvious he was going through something but wasn't ready to acknowledge it yet.

"Okay." She defeated, Aemond grins in triumph making jaenara turn around and let aemond loosen the strings in the back of her gown.

The gown sagged against her before falling off her shoulders, Aemond carefully pulled the gown passed her bump and hips before making it fall to the floor leaving her in her chemise. Aemond helps her in bed before he went around the room to blow out the candles leaving the only light from the fireplace to help him see around the room, Aemond got under the covers laying on his side with his chest to jaenara's back. His arm was thrown over her hip so his hand can rub his wife's belly, jaenara laid there frozen with no idea what was happening to Aemond.

"Goodnight, husband." She finally said after laying in timid silence for moment, Aemond hummed moving his face to bury into her neck as he held her to him.

"Goodnight, my love." He mumbled as jaenara laid awake looking at the wall in deep thought.

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It was mid-afternoon when Jaenara and Aemond arrived in the throne room, a servant came to them in the early morning to tell them that the king requested their appearance in the throne room. Aemond and Jaenara shared a confused look once the servant left, they were both confuse to know what Viserys wanted to speak to them about. Jaenara couldn't help but be scared and nervous, the thought of what happened during dinner, she feared that her grandsire would reprimand her for her infidelity.

She voice her concern to Aemond, he still has yet to talk about it with her, but nonetheless he promised her that he would stand by her and speak up for her if the king decided to punish her. Jaenara couldn't help but feel grateful for Aemond, she truely hope that nothing happens, Krey didn't deserve to be punish for loving her. As she thinks about him, she hasn't seen him since her mother caught him in her chamber, a dread nestle in her chest that maybe something already happened to him.

Jaenara had to shake her head at such thoughts, she didn't need to be getting emotional before seeing her grandsire. She needed a clear and level head, if she was going to survive this meeting.

You can imagine her surprise when she got there to find that they weren't the only ones called into the throne room, Rhaelle and Daemon was there along with Rhaenyra and Jacerys, the couple were far away from the mother and son, jaenara got the sense that they were still angry with their wife and step-son actions from the dinner party. Alicent was also there standing close to the throne with her father, if looks could kill jaenara would have been dead the moment she walk in. Alicent and Otto glared at the young princess with a smug look, which if you know means something isn't right and that this meeting was going to not be in her favor.

Hand to hand, Jaenara and Aemond stopped in the middle of the room, they bowed to their king. Viserys watch them with an neutral look, he didn't look angry or bothered, he seems rather calm which made Jaenara feel a little at ease.

"I wish to speak with my family alone." Viserys started turn to his sworn sword, the knight gave a swift nod before beckoning his knights to follow.

Jaenara glance at Aemond as he did the same to her, they look at the king again as the doors closed leaving the family to their own devices. It was quiet, so quiet that jaenara could hear the scatter of rats in the walls, jaenara's eyes wondered away from her grandsire as they focus on the carvings on the pillars.

The sound of her name being called made jaenara snap her head back to her grandfather, "...is there something you wish to say?" He asked, jaenara swallow and glance around, she look at her husband who gave her a reassuring smile, she let out a deep breathe before she look at her grandsire.

"Yes," She answer letting go of Aemond's hand to step forward, "I wish to apologize to you...to all of you for my actions, I know my infidelity disappointed you grandfather," She look up at him with misty eyes, "And you auntie," she looks at rhaelle, the woman gives the young girl a sad smile and a look that told her she knows and it was okay, Jaenara looks back Viserys, "What I did can never be forgiven even through my husband forgave me," Aemond gives her a small smile when she looks back at him, "But, I am willing to serve any punishment that you see fit for my actions, but before you do you must know that I never meant to hurt Aemond–"

"But, yet you did." Alicent chimed making Jaenara glance her way before looking back at her grandsire.

"Aemond and I don't have the perfect marriage, in the beginning it was very...rough for me, he hurt me in ways that..." Jaenara pause, rhaelle narrow her eyes at her neice, "... all i can say is along the way deep down I wanted to hurt him right back, maybe even more." Jaenara confessed making the king peer at her in thought, "But, I had a lapse in judgment and I am dealing with the consequences, Aemond and I have rekindle, all we wish to do is move on with our child." Alicent scoff at the mention of the babe, jaenara and aemond look over at her as she stepped forward.

"You mean your bastard." Alicent quipped.

"Mother." Aemond growled as he gives her a look that makes Alicent glare at her son.

"How you can you be okay with is, Aemond. Have I raise you with no sense, why are you speaking up for this who–" Alicent chastised.

"Watch yourself, mother." Aemond snapped, numerous of wide eyes were on him, Alicent look at her son in shock, "That is my wife your speaking about." Jaenara glance between the mother and son in distress, this was not what she hope for.

"Aemond." She said taken back, Aemond step close to stand by his wife's side, "You can't be serious about taking her side over mine."

"There's no sides to take, mother. Jaenara is carrying my child, period." He said firmly making his mother let out a breathe of disbelief, Otto stood behind his daughter shaking his head with a look of disgust.

"How do you know the child is yours, we do not know how long the princess has been taken to bed by this knight." Otto accused glance at the king before looking at his grandson, "Can you truely say that that child is yours–"

"Yes." Aemond says without hesitation, "I can, he is mine and I will continue to say it until my last breathe. The child is mine." Otto stare at his grandson in a mixture of emotions, Aemond raise a brow at his grandsire making the older man purse his lips and look away from him.

"I think I heard enough." Viserys finally says making everyone look at him, he looks at Jaenara as he speaks, "As I sit here and watch you, all I can think is how I failed you in so many ways..." Jaenara looked at him shocked, "...your aunt warned me and I didn't listen, no, I didn't care and I am sorry for that, my child." Viserys gives a regretful look, "After what concor nights ago, I converse with my hand and dear wife on the matter..." Jaenara glance over at Alicent and Otto to see them with their head raise high with smirks, "...so, I took it upon my myself to send Ser Krey away."

It felt like everyone eyes were on Jaenara as the air left the room, Jaenara stood frozen feeling a bit dizzy at her grandsire words. But, she hide it, she hid the sadness and the fear that swirl in her heart.

"To the wall?" Rhaelle asked with a frown, Jaenara didn't glance at her aunt as she stood to stare ahead at her king.

"No, I sent him back home to the Vale, where he will do his duty and become Lord of Stonemount." Viserys looks away from Rhaelle to Jaenara, "Where he will be married off to Annalyse Royce, and hopefully do his father proud and continue on his legacy." Viserys study his granddaughters face, but Jaenara held her emotions in staring at him with a blank look.

"What of the princess and her child, husband." Alicent asked making Jaenara and Viserys look at her, "Will her infidelity go unpunish as well?" Viserys gives a small frown.

"The girl made a mistake, Alicent." The Queen press her lips together in anger, "...just like you did when you laid with Baelor." Both Jaenara and Aemond eyes widen in shock as they turn look at Alicent, The Queen stood there with a look of shock and horror at her husband's words, "I never blame you or was angry with you when you fell pregnant with his son, I knew you had a lapse in judgment and baelor was just a silly boy that wanted nothing more than to get back at me for what I put his mother through." Jaenara glance over at Rhaelle, who was just as shock not expecting the king to sprout those words in front of others.

"I...I.." Alicent was flabbergasted as she looks around before clasping her mouth shut and bowing her head in embarrassment.

"Jacerys." Viserys called making Jace perk up with wide eyes as he look up to his grandfather, "You are the one who started all this mess, I think it is only fair you should be the one to apologize to your sister and uncle." Rhaenyra mouth fall open in shock.

"But, father, he shouldnt have to apologize for something so miniture." Rhaenyra started as she step forward, viserys shift in his chair and focus his gaze on his eldest daughter.

"Was it not him who told Jaenara that she couldn't name her child after her father?" Viserys ask.

"Yes, but–"

"Was it not him that called her child, your grandchild, his soon to be neice or nephew a bastard unprovoked?" Rhaenyra swallow at her father questioning, "Was it not him that brought Ser Krey into this in the first place, my daughter? While you stood aside and allow him to slander your daughter's name." Viserys used his sword to help him stand up, Rhaenyra looks down like a kick dog when her father's tone became firm, "I ask you a question, Rhaenyra, and I expect you to look at me when you answer." Rhaenyra's throat contract before she lifted up her head to see her father limping down the steps.

"Yes, my king." She finally answered in a small voice.

Jaenara and Aemond move out the way as Viaerys walk pass them to stand and look towards his daughter and grandson.

"I have turn a blind eye to many things over the years, Rhaenyra." He huffed, "All because you are my daughter, but I will no longer turn a blind eye to your daughter's mistreatment any longer." He states firmly with a stern look, Rhaenyra shuffle in her feet in one place like a child being scolded.

"Yes, father." She answered with hint of dismay, Viserys narrow his eyes at his daughter and stepped forward again catching her attention.

"You should be thanking the gods Rhaenyra that I'm not making you get on your knees in beg for that child's forgiveness." He chided making his daughter frown as she shrinks, "But, since you have so much pride and I have no energy to go back and forth with you, I will leave you be for now but do expect another talk to come your way once this is over. Do you understand Me?" Rhaenyra nodded her meekly, Viserys hmmed before turning towards his grandson, "Don't you have something to say, boy." Jace looks at his mother before looking at his grandsire, he bow his head and stepped forward going to Jaenara and Aemond.

He look at them as Jaenara stare at him with an uncomfortable expression, Aemond held a small smirk as he watch his nephew look gather the courage to speech.

"I'm...I'm sorry for what I said the other night, It was stupid and hurtful, I didn't mean it. Any of it. Like you said I was drunk." Jacerys couldn't look his sister in the eye as he spoke, neither could jaenara, she never thought in her many years of living that her grandfather would talk down to his daughter and make her brother apologize.

"It's okay, jacerys. Thank you." He flick his eyes up to contact with her own, she saw the anger and dismay that swirl around them.

"Now, let's put this all to rest and move on, I would rather not have celebration end on a sour note," The kings says as he walks away, Otto follows suit with an unsatisfied look.

Jacerys and Rhaenyra was quick to leave as well, probably to go lick their wounds, leaving only Alicent, Aemond, Jaenara, Rhaelle and Daemon in the throne room.

"Aemond." The prince and the princess turn to look at their uncle coming their way, Aemond swallow before raising his head with a cool look, "Let's take a walk." Daemon says firmly before turning to walk away, Aemond glance at his wife slighlty worried, but gave him a small reassuring smile.

Jaenara squeeze his arm, before letting him go, Aemond followed quickly after him leaving three in the hall. Jaenara look over at her aunt standing off to the side looking at her, just as jaenara made her way towards her, Alicent move to block making jaenara look at the older woman with a raise brow.

"You may have trick my son into caring for that bastard in your belly, but do not celebrate too soon. He will see you for what you truely are and he will get rid of you." She scowled, a small smile etch it's way on to her lips making Alicent look like she was about to combust.

"I doubt that, my queen." Jaenara resorted back before shouldering pass her towards her aunt, Alicent growl before stalking out of the throne room.

Rhaelle met her neice halfway before walking towards the doors, "She doesn't look happy, what did you say to her." Rhaelle asked curious.

"Just something she knows that is true." Jaenara turn her head to give a small smile, rhaelle nod her head feeling that that is all she going to get from the young princess, "Should I be worried that Daemon wanted to talk to Aemond." She asked, rhaelle chuckle before shaking her head.

"Only a little bit, your uncle is pretty unpredictable." Rhaelle answered.

"And yet you always know what his about to do." Rhaelle smile fondly as they stop outside in the hall.

"Yes, well when you been marry to someone as long as I have you begun to see a pattern with them." Jaenara hummed with a thoughtful look, rhaelle notice and reach up to move a curl behind her niece's ear.

"Do you wish to talk about it?" Rhaelle asked with a sympathetic look, jaenara grin a bit before shaking her head.

"There's nothing to talk about, Aemond and I moving pass it."

"I wasn't talking about Aemond." Jaenara looks at her aunt, her eyes flicker between her aunt before looking away.

"His nothing to talk about, his in the past." Jaenara says solemnly, Rhaelle sighs grabbing jaenara's aem to pull the girl to her.

She wrapped the young princess in a hug, jaenara stood there for a moment before she wrap her arms around her aunt's waist. Why couldn't her mother be like rhaelle, she thought, why couldn't she love her like rhaelle.

"If ever need to talk I'm always here, my dear." Jaenara nod rubbing her face against rhaelle's shoulder as she close her eyes, letting herself feel the love and care that she never got from her mother in the hug.

Rhaelle held her tight knowing the younger princess needed it more than ever.

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kinglyisms · 2 months

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♚ — @ebresos ;; Eric & Siius. ❛ please don't go, i can't handle losing you too. ❜

“Despite the pieces of your species I carry inside of me, that does not make me one of your people.” Eric stated, turning his head away from the taller man. He seems to be trying to make a habit out of surprising Eric and he doesn’t know how he feels about that. Being caught off guard once is one thing, having it happen repeatedly was starting to be rather weird and alarming. He took a breath and moved a bit against the wall, gaze sliding down to the arm that had him trapped in his own bedroom. He had just intended on showing Siius where he could sleep, he thought he would offer him his own bedroom, and now he found himself stuck in said bedroom.

Telling someone he doesn’t know that well not to go, what an odd request. Eric never considered himself anything special, the only thing he knew that he was without a doubt, was a monster. Because he was, without a doubt he absolutely was a monster. Yet, for some reason, apparently Siius thought that he was something important. Be it the curse within him that makes him carry part of what Siius is or something else, he isn’t entirely sure. Eric shifted around and turned his head slightly back toward Siius, glancing at him out of the corner of his eye.

The words were so soft, they clearly carried a good amount of emotions, but Eric can’t say they’re returned. With everything inside of himself, with his heart buried six feet under, with the way that he was–there was just so few emotions to feel and whatever Siius was feeling–this desperation. It wasn’t returned. Very few things were returned at all when it came to all of this. With the way he was at most he felt numb, which was the feeling he had wanted when he yanked his heart out. Eric had no intention of feeling the pain and loss that came with living, the heartache that an immortal life could drag around with it. Who wants to feel those things when the world comes dragging itself at your feet dropping the worst situations at you? Ripping you apart.

Pain and heartache. If someone could avoid those things, wouldn’t they?

“How long do you intend to keep me pinned to the wall?” Eric asked, reaching his hand out and gently placing it against Siius chest. “This is the second time you’ve done this. Though the first was unintentional this time it clearly wasn’t.” He used his taller and wider stature easily, but pinning Eric to walls doesn’t exactly help anything.

#ebresos #♚ — ( resident ) eric.#♚ — ( inquiries ) answered.

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enterrandomname · 25 days

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I'd like to request one where either Henry, todd or Mike fluster the reader if possible

Thank you for requesting! Hope you enjoy it! I apologize if this took long!!!

Ideas flow in my head in the middle of the night for some reason.

Henry Flustering You

Word Count: 471

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It was a normal day for you. Despite the fact your boss, Todd, had called you to discuss about your recent performance. You were quite glad that he was able to give you a second chance. You guess it was the perks of being one of his favorite employees.

Making your way to the coffee machine, you awkwardly rubbed your arm as you tried to patiently wait for the person in front of you to hurry up.

A gentle bump to your shoulder snapped you away from your thoughts. You looked over your shoulder, noticing it was Henry, the weird one in the office. “It’s your turn.” He muttered, pointing at the machine. Nodding your head, you quickly made your coffee.

It was strange how you were able to befriend the man. Perhaps because he reminded you a lot of yourself? No, of course not. Only an idiot would think like that. But you always enjoyed his company, either way. Even if the two of you were next to each other in silence.

Taking a sip of your coffee, you made it back to your chair, taking a deep breath, you massaged your temples, trying to ease the pain. “You haven’t even done anything.” You told yourself, resting your head on your hand. It had gotten boring for the past few months. The same thing always happens over and over again.

You felt like you were losing your mind every time you entered the building. You didn’t even know half of the people here!

“Hey.”

You flinched at the sound of his voice.

That’s weird. You never acted like that around him.

“What is it, Henry?” You grumbled, forcing yourself to look at the man who stood next to you.

Henry looked around, almost as if he were afraid to speak out loud. Bending slightly over, he whispered in your ear. “Do you want to go out to dinner tonight?”

Dinner? With him? You fidgeted with the cup in your hand, tapping on it slightly. What type of question was that? You glanced around the room, refusing to make eye contact with him as you tried to ignore the fact that your face was heating up.

Clearing your throat, you spoke up. “Sure, I would love to!” You smiled, slightly looking back at him.

You swore you could see a hint of life shine in his eyes. For some reason, you found it adorable.

“Ah— right, uh, after work?” You nodded. “Yeah, that’s fine.”

Henry slightly nodded before he quickly turned around and left.

Millions of questions raced through your mind.

“I must be a lucky person…”

#x reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #henry morris x reader #henry morris #wii deleted you x reader #wii deleted you

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dreadcase · 9 months

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♚- a memory of something paranormal

A fly crawls across the wallpaper.

Kenji watches it move, start and stop, grooming each time it stills. It is erratic. It does not linger in one spot for long. They think, perhaps in a moment of over-anthropomorphizing it, that it seems agitated. It buzzes its wings, and being just one, it is a soft sound. Inching over a brass hinge, the fly summarily disappears between the crack separating the wall and the door, a nearly imperceptible space in the frame. Somewhere on the other side of the wall, it must be crawling away.

It is part of The Sire’s quarters, one room of many, all serving different purposes. Of course, all of the haven is his, and the domain surrounding it, too, as far as Kenji knows, but while the ghouls and lesser in The Family might wander the outer halls, very few are permitted in his private spaces, and only when he tolerates it. The Woman and The Man had come from there only moments before, talking amongst themselves, but Kenji did not consider themself anywhere near their position in The Sire’s eyes, as much as they might admire all three of them. Whatever had seen the two childer summoned was clearly important. They had been in attendance for hours, their voices dulled by the distance and insulation between them and the corridor, and a strange, constant, thrumming sound emanating from somewhere inside.

A creature often dictated by nerves and fear, Kenji is rarely prone to disobeying. On occasion, however, they could be considered more stupid than bold. Their hand touches the bronze doorknob.

It isn’t entirely out of pocket, anyways. The Sire has a peculiar fondness for Kenji, as he seems to have for a smattering of his underlings but especially those he has a personal hand in cultivating. Kenji does not understand what The Sire sees as worthy in them, but feeling constantly compelled to impress him, half-hoped whatever it is could be of use to him now. Of course, they don’t know what to expect to find behind the door, and if they had known, maybe they would have reconsidered.

Kenji has never seen the interior of this particular room, and if asked about it later, wouldn’t be able to give a helpful description — it is all very small and irrelevant compared to its occupants. The Sire stands with his back to the door, his head inclined, looking down his nose into the face(…?) of a creature strung up by a tangle of limbs Kenji cannot make sense of, upside down, like meat waiting to be carved. It is human-shaped only in the barest sense of the word, or maybe more human than human, as if another person entirely struggled to share one vessel with another, and in a great frustration split its arms down the middle, and heaved and stretched until its bones scratched at the surface of its body, ripping clean through in some places. The soft thrumming they had heard in the hall is a ceaseless howling once inside the room, the source revealing itself to be a shifting mass of flies, swarming around the suspended body the way they might a corpse; others still alight on it, covering it in writhing black tumors.

They feel lightheaded. They narrowly bite back a shriek of terror, and that is more thanks to the way their vision swims and their voice dies in their throat than self-restraint.

The Sire does not turn around.

“Kenji,” he says evenly, but Kenji can tell that he’s not pleased, “I do not remember calling for you.” A beat. “Shut the door.”

They only manage this once they’ve steadied enough to not faint. It closes with a click, and for a moment Kenji lingers there, wishing they had not done this. They squeeze their eyes shut, and their back presses against the lacquered wood. They do not understand what they are seeing. They are hoping, mostly, that it is a bad dream.

“Come, then.” It is not a request.

So Kenji comes. Much of The Family is tall, or wide, or any mixture thereof, and they seem impossibly small next to The Sire, made all the worse by how cowed they’ve become. They make an effort to avert their gaze, flinching into one hand over their ear, unsettled by the sound. The Sire, with thinning patience, directs them to look. “You understand why I’ve been preoccupied with my work, Kenji,” he says.

No. They don’t. They are unable to parse what hangs in front of them, or why, and it’s getting more difficult for them to tell how The Sire feels or what he intends — an already complex task. Were it not for the intensity of his eyes, it might be impossible to read anything of him at all; the lower half of his face flayed of soft tissue, leaving only a skeletal grimace of exposed bone, starting from beneath his nose to his chin, and stretching the length of where a smile, or a frown, or anything else would go.

He could have it back, if he wanted, of course. Kenji knows that. It had never occurred to them that he wouldn’t.

The creature on the hooks twists, bound in every way a thing can be, and visibly resentful of it. It does not seem to have a face so much as the skull of a viper, a set of mandibles adorned in barbs that pass for teeth. Deep in its throat, past the curved fangs at the front, it rattles hatefully, one pair of taloned hands tensing and causing the other pair, limp beneath them, to jostle lifelessly.

The Sire regards them a moment, and then The Thing. It did not thrash or snap at Kenji as it did his childer, for one reason or another.

“Maybe you will have better luck.” What? “But I—“ “It has eaten up enough of my time.”

That is the end of that. As swiftly as he had made up his mind, The Sire leaves Kenji alone in the room with The Thing. This, of course, is bad. Kenji doesn’t know what he wants of them, or how they were supposed to achieve it. Maybe they had missed some instructions or explanation of what the fuck this is while they were trying not to vomit at the sight of it. Or, maybe, and thinking now it is probably more likely, this is intended as punishment. The Sire is not someone who abandons projects. If ...this... is a project.

Kenji is shorter than The Sire. The Thing’s serrated maw hangs at about eye-level with them. In abject horror, they see past the glistening teeth. There is something in its mouth.

A face.

#ooc #prompt #for u <3 ame<333

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rosietrace · 9 months

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omg haiiii rosie 😻🔥💕⛓️🫵‼️

laughs evilly

um yeas, may i request 🏰 for my bf i mean mr Lance Novellion☝️🤓

HELP THE PICTURE

As you wish, Jasballs :salute:

Warning: Mistreatment of a child, favoritism, not proofread, spoilers for Davis and Lance's backstory

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▹ †𝆤࿙๋࿙࿚⊱♚⊰࿙࿚๋࿚𝆤† Lancelot Novellion, the servant

It was quiet.

Actually, it wasn't. But to Lance, it was.

It was when he was.... Seven? Eight? He couldn't remember. And he doesn't want to remember.

He sat up from his king-sized bed, staring himself down at the mirror sitting across from him.

....... Why? Why did Davis do this to me? Lance wondered, gently holding the bloodied bandage that covered his left eye.

It all happened so fast, so hazardous. Davis attacked him, giving him the scars that would soon come from the injuries on his face.

The fact that their father watched it all didn't help.

When all was said and done, the palace servants scurried themselves into the room. Lance hated that part.

They carried Davis so gently, as if he was glass and that he could shatter. Hell, even Lance could tell that their father wasn't so pleased by seeing Davis being treated as though he was capable of shattering.

But Lance.... He didn't get the same treatment.

They haphazardly grabbed him by his wrist, dragging him by his arm to the palace infirmary. All while scolding him for hurting the crown prince when, by all accounts, Lance didn't do anything wrong.

He was appalled by the difference in treatment. They didn't even bandage his injuries properly, and it had to be his mother to do the job for the nurses.

At that moment, Lance was aware that Davis was probably taken care of. By the palace physician, not by any of the less experienced medical workers in their staff.

He hated it. He hated the way he was treated, and still does.

But even so.....

“I could never hate Davis.”

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#twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #lance novellion #lancelot novellion #oc asks #oc asks!#oc lore #mutuals asks #mutuals ask #mutuals <3 #twst ocs #oc backstory #rsa oc #royal sword academy oc #asks #asks!

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fairytalefragments · 11 months

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Hiii, can you make lesbian Kusanagi Nene icons please?

♚ | Posted!

✦ hello! and absolutely, they're all done and posted, i hope you like them! thanks for requesting, have a great day and happy pride!

#ask #buggirl-06 #happily ever after

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kinsonas · 9 months

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heya!! could i req abrosexual decidueye icons? pref circle icons if thats fine!! (and if possible transmasc or demiromantic? /nf!!! ) ty in advance!!

♥ LOVE LOVE! ♥

as a decidueye kin these were really nice to make so i hope u dont mind all these icons!!!! hope u still like them!!!!

#♚ ┊ request done!#♚ ┊ icon ; pridewishes

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bae-del-moon · 2 years

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From the Heavens | Sangyeon (C5)

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Pairing: Sangyeon x F!Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Rated: M (for Suggestive and Violent themes) | TW: Weapons (Swords)

Genre(s): Romance, Fantasy, Angst, Supernatural, Strangers to Enemies to Lovers, Star-Crossed Lovers, Royalty AU

Summary: The sun has set. The moon has risen. The night has end, and another day has begun. Happy birthday to you. It shouldn’t come as a surprise, but it does. It’s time for you and the only other Gifted in the world to partake in the crowning ritual. Only one with the gift of summoning may rule. So who’s it going to be? You? Or the Lee Heir who might have stolen your heart?

[SERIES MASTERLIST] || C1 | C2 | C3 | C4 | C5

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As you walked down the staircase of your home, your fingers itched to trail over the cracks in the wall. But you couldn’t bring yourself to touch them.

It was foolishness, you thought to yourself, a hallucination brought upon by your tired eyes. The dark circles under your eyes should have been proof enough that your sight could not be trusted.

But you swore they looked deeper than they had the day before and darker, like black slime was just waiting to ooze out from it. Or maybe, you rationalized, you had never looked at them properly until today, and the servants had yet to properly clean the walls.

Still, there was an urge to lay your fingers over them, accompanied by a quieter repulsion warning you not to.

You were almost at the bottom of the stairs when you found your hadn’t hovering over the cracks, waiting for you to take the final step.

There was a moment of reluctance, then you were grazing it.

It was no more than a second, perhaps even less, when Olivia called out to you.

You pulled your hand away quickly as if you had been caught doing something impertinent.

“Yes?” You responded calmly, almost docilely.

“Lord Ju Haknyeon requests an audience with you. He’s waiting in the drawing-room.”

Sangyeon. You flinched.

“What?” You asked, eyebrows furrowed. “Tell him I am preoccupied and am unable to meet him.”

She nodded, “I will.”

She was just turning to return to the drawing-room when you stopped her, “Olivia, wait. Why are you the one delivering news? Where are the attendants?”

“Around,” she responded simply, “Besides, other than your guard, I’m your own personal attendant.”

“Oh.”

“You should hurry along. Wouldn’t want Lord Ju to see you. I’ll join your lesson as soon as I am done.”

You waited until she was ways from you. And when you were sure she wouldn’t return or turn around, you looked at the hand that had just managed to graze a crack in the wall.

The tips of your fingers burned.

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You waited in awkward silence for Olivia to show. Your tutor had yet to acknowledge your presence, toying with the head of a wooden training doll. They littered the room, but she stuck to the one though you could see nothing wrong with it.

You wished you could sit at the least, but your desk had been pushed to a corner, behind yet another gaggle of dolls.

“I apologize for the delay. Our guest was reluctant to leave.”

“That’s alright. What will I be doing today?” You gestured at the dolls, “Why are there training dolls in my study?”

Olivia glanced at your tutor, “Sword lessons.”

You repeated her answer under your breath. She continued at your acceptance.

“Your trials, the ritual,” she began, gesturing as she spoke, “it is likely to be soon now, and it has been decided that it would be best that you learn to defend yourself.”

“It seems a great idea. Though, my parents decided this?”

“Well, I presented them with the idea, and they agreed. With time being of the essence now, they found it prudent that you, at the very least, learn how to sword fight.”

You gazed at Olivia quietly, taking in her words. “Thank you.”

She smiled bashfully, avoiding your eyes though you looked at her directly, “Any time, cousin.” Then, “A ruler must know how to defend themselves, hold their own ground. Aunt and Uncle also thought this would be a good idea as I pointed out that we do not know what you will be facing that day.”

“It could be anything,” you nodded.

“I have to ask, though,” you took a quick glance at your tutor. “I assume you will be the one giving me these sword lessons.”

“That is correct.”

“Then, what is she doing here?”

Olivia glanced at your tutor, face turning blank though a single eyebrow twitched as she forced it to stay put. Your tutor, on the other hand, matched her gaze with a calm, if not challenging, one of her own.

“She asked to be here, to further better her tutoring abilities and better assist you with all of your education once you are Queen.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. You had thought you would see the last of her after your trials. You nodded once, accepting Olivia’s explanation. Then, risked a quick glance at your tutor, only to find her studying the dummies once again.

“Here—” Olivia pulled a sword out of a canvas bag by the door, “This is a longsword. It is the type of sword most knights use.”

You accepted the sword, hands curling around the hilt awkwardly. It weighed heavier than you had imagined a sword to be.

Olivia bit at her lips, attempting to hold back a laugh.

“I can see you, cousin.” You sighed. “Do not laugh at me. You know I have never been in proximity of a sword I could touch, let alone handle.”

“Yes. I apologize.” She smiled. “Today, we will work on the basics, and we will not stop until you’re able to do them adequately enough.”

“Alright,” you nodded.

“First thing’s first,” she came to you and fixed your hands on the sword. “This is how you hold it. Now—“ she dragged one of the dummies in front of you, “I want you to lift it and bring it down against its neck.”

You lifted it shakily and brought it down just as clumsily. Its weight almost pulled your arms backward when you lifted it.

“Strength, Y/N,” Olivia said calmly. “Strength. You must hold it firmly. Remember your intention is to bring it forward, so when you feel it trying to go the opposite way, try forcing it to balance. Then,” her hand curled into a fist, “swing it as if you mean it. Give it everything you got.”

You nodded and, without waiting for more instruction, lifted the sword again. Your arms still shook, but they stayed upright, and the sword didn’t threaten to go backward.

You gulped in concentration.

Then, your thoughts strayed to the visitor that had come.

Hakneyon. Sangyeon.

Your eyes pricked with tears again. But, this time, instead of the sadness you had felt for the past week, you felt anger bubbling right beside it.

With a single, shuddering breath, you swung against the doll, missing its neck but lodging the sword against its shoulder.

“Better,” Olivia hummed. “Now, we just need to fix your technique.”

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“This is quite exciting, is it not?” Younghoon whispered to you. He grinned as he escorted you through the castle to Counsel’s chambers, the same place the commoners were lead to when they sought an audience.

You had finally been summoned, nearly a month after Olivia had begun her own training with you.

Your arm looped through his politely as he had offered it for you to hold. Though you knew, even if he didn’t, that you were expected to accept it. Your parents had called for his company today, for you, for a reason.

You glanced at him without answering. You couldn’t find the will to smile at him the same way he was smiling at you.

So, you hummed, letting the click of the heels of your boots against the stone floors fill the silence. Your parents were as equally silent, though they walked paces behind the two of you. They were trying to give the two of you privacy, you realized bitterly.

“Unless, of course, you are nervous. I assume this is it. Your trials are about to begin. Who wouldn’t be nervous about that.”

Your betrothed, you thought to yourself, as he patted the hand you had resting on his arm.

“No.” You finally spoke. “I have been expecting this for a very long time. Though, I won’t deny it is a new feeling knowing that I am about to know an exact date.”

He chuckled. “I can only imagine. But, I will be cheering for you the entire time.”

“Thank you, Lord Kim.”

“Younghoon, your Highness. We are betrothed, after all.”

Or soon enough anyway.

“Yes, of course,” you smiled politely. You came to a stop soon after, in front of the doors of the Council, where two knights stood guard.

At your sight, they both bowed before one of them turned and knocked on the double doors.

There was no response, none you could hear, anyway, but a moment later, they opened the doors.

You had only taken two steps inside when you faltered.

Sangyeon stood in front of the members of the Council, on the right side of the room, with his parents beside him and a younger woman on his arm.

You were sure the shock at seeing him here was evident on your face, though you schooled it as quickly as you could. Still, you couldn’t help but stare at him, stare at the arm which the woman was clinging to so closely as if she depended on it to stay upright.

Suddenly, the belt cinching your cloak at your waist felt all the more tighter.

The cloak you wore, long and flowing, had made you feel safe and powerful to venture outside and face the members of the Council.

Now you felt suffocated and minuscule.

“Princess Y/N,” the members of Council greeted, “Y/L/N family, and young Lord Kim, it’s our pleasure to greet you. Please, approach the stands.”

They sat on dark wood desks and chairs far off the ground so that anyone who approached them would have to look up to see them. Like a gaggle of tyrant kings, you realized with a concealed grimace.

“Now that we’re all here, we can begin. Duke Ju, if you please.”

Your eyes fell on the man beside him, Haknyeon’s father, you thought to yourself.

In the shock of seeing Sangyeon, you had failed to process who the Council members sitting in front of you were. You could hardly remember the name of the man who had just called on Duke Ju. The Kwans?

“Prince Sangyeon. Princess Y/N. It’s a pleasure to see the two of you and your families, of course,” he nodded to them.

“The pleasure is all ours, Duke Ju,” you nodded to him in greeting. Sangyeon followed suit.

“I will admit, for the ton of us, we did not know in which way we were to proceed for your ritual trial. It has been far too long since the last one was held. One night, after the two of you had been born, we Council members all dreamt the same dream.

An old man stood in front of each one of us alone. He told us we would not be told where the ritual would take place. That was not ours to know. He said two envelopes would arrive a week before at the castle with your names on them, and they were not to be opened by anyone but the two of you. To be seen only by your eyes.

Truly, we did not believe it. We were prepared to construct a trial of our own, though it weighed on us that we all managed to dream of the same man, of the same words.”

Duke Ju nodded to himself, then grabbed the envelopes from his desk for the two of you to see. Then, he left his seat and walked down a short flight of stairs you hadn’t noticed.

He stopped next to Sangyeon first, handed him one of the musty, yellow envelopes, then stopped in front of you and gave you the other.

“One came for the Council, as well. Of all its content, we are not allowed to share more than two details.

First, the ritual will be held on the last week, on the last day of this month.

Second, that you will be allowed to bring whatever you deem necessary for what you know nothing about.”

He studied the two of you for a moment, then nodded, “That will be all. The two of you are free to leave now. But, we do ask that your families stay for a moment longer.”

“Duke Ju, Council members,” your mother interrupted, “before they are allowed leave. We would like to make an announcement.”

“Us as well, Council members,” Sangyeon’s father added.

“Very well,” Duke Kwan nodded.

“Council members,” your mother began as Sangyeon’s father opened his mouth, “We would like to introduce to you Lord Kim’s son Kim Younghoon, our daughter’s fiancé.”

“Young Lord Kim,” he nodded in greeting, the others following suit. “Congratulations on your upcoming nuptials.”

“Thank you,” both Younghoon and you smiled.

“Our announcement is the same sort, Council members. May we introduce our son’s fiancé Lady—”

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The cloak you wore billowed behind you as you sped walked out of the Council chambers and through the castle hallways toward the front door where your family’s carriage waited.

“Y/N. Y/N, wait,” Sangyeon called after you, loud enough so that you would be able to hear him. But quiet enough that no one else, neither the Council members rooms away or the castle workers, would be able to hear.

You ignored him, though you couldn’t ignore the pang you felt with the distance you were putting between each other.

“Y/N.”

The pain was worse now that he had managed to catch up to you and grab your hand to pull you back.

“Y/N, please just listen to me. Just give me a minute to explain what Sunwoo said. Y/N, look at me. Look at me, please.“

You yanked your hand out of his grip, avoiding his eyes as you did so.

“Fine,” he sighed. “About what Sunwoo said—“

“It doesn’t matter,” you cut in.

“Y/N—“

“You used me,” you laughed, “You used me and tried to get me to fall in love with you, and it’s alright.”

“No, I didn’t. Y/N—“

“Really, it’s fine,” you laughed again. Then, finally meeting his eyes, you continued, “We’ll call it even. After all, I only agreed to court you so I could keep my competition close.”

“What?” He asked simply after a moment’s pause.

You nodded with an easy smile, “We’re even. There’s nothing for you to apologize for. Besides, I’ve never felt a thing for you.”

You waited for a moment after nodding in confirmation of your words.

Sangyeon stared at you unblinkingly whether, for more or less than a minute, you couldn’t say. But, it felt like an eternity, and eventually, you nodded again.

“If that’s all. I’ll be leaving now.”

You turned on your heels and stalked over the main doors, this time forcing yourself to walk slower than you had been.

The guards at the doors bowed as you approached. You nodded to them, confirming simultaneously that you were headed outside.

They opened the doors for you quickly, standing aside for you to pass. But, you stood there, letting the fresh air hit you before forcing yourself to look over your shoulder.

Sangyeon stood in the same place you had left him, watching you from far away with a look you couldn’t place. Though you imagined it was hate or disgust. Or both.

Then, in a voice louder than either of you had been using, you told him, “Oh. Congratulations on your engagement, Prince Sangyeon.”

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Tears didn’t fall this time around. But you could still feel them.

Your eyes stung, and even though there was no one around to see tears pool inside your eyes, you blamed it on the glint of the sword in your hands as the sun hit it when you lifted it.

Anger won out this time. You could feel it coursing through your body every time you brought down your sword.

Even your lips knew of the anger you were trying to control.

They bled.

Soon enough, swinging the sword against the wooden dolls wasn’t enough, and you found yourself regarding everything inside your study.

The anger was getting harder to keep inside. Suddenly, without a second thought, you swung your sword against the bookcase paces from you.

Once. Twice. Thrice.

You swung the sword against the side of the bookcase, letting a single frustrated ‘argh’ slip past your lips.

Your sword got stuck on the fourth swing, and you were spent. It wouldn’t budge, no matter how much you pulled.

Annoyed, you huffed as you changed tactics, and placed a foot against the case, then pulled with all the might you could muster.

It worked, but in your haste, you pulled too hard and twisted and stumbled backward. Trying to cushion your landing, you swung your hands out, and while your left hand hit the ground, your right hand hit the stone wall with the sword.

You swore.

Just your luck. You doubted your parents would care much about your defacing of the bookcase or causing one of the stones in the wall to pop out. But you did.

You flung the sword aside and grabbed the stone off the ground, prepared to spend the hour trying to figure out how to get it to stay in position. Then, froze.

The stone— was this even a stone, you asked yourself. Could stones be hallowed out?

Though confused at the stone you had in your hands, you still tried pushing it back into the gap.

It resisted as if something were in its way. You could feel yourself pushing against it. It went in a couple centimeters, then stopped.

Trying not to huff, you pulled the stone out and thrust your hand inside the gaping hole. Then flinched when you felt something, retracting your hand like you had been bitten.

“What the hell?” You mumbled to yourself.

You tried looking inside the hole in vain. The light in the room couldn’t penetrate the darkness that it was shrouded in.

Wary at what was waiting inside, you reached inside again, moving as quickly as you could bring yourself to, which wasn’t much.

Eventually, you felt the beginning of something, the thin edge, graze your fingers. You paused. There would be no mistaking something alive with something dead, though it made your insides churn. And, when it didn’t move after a second eternity, you laid your hand against it.

Dusty. Greasy. Slimy.

Flat.

You trailed your fingers against it until you found its edge again. Then gripped it roughly and pulled it out.

A book, you blinked.

You turned it in your hands, noting how the edges of the pages had yellowed. It was made of leather and appeared to have a permanent layer of dust and grime.

Your fingers trailed against the grooves on the spine, and when you rotated it, you faltered at the sight of your surname.

“What is this?” You asked yourself.

You flipped to the first page, “For the Gifted desperate for answers,” a dedicatory read.

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@wolfvirago: ❝ say it. i’m a big girl, i can take it. ❞

♚ -------------------- MAGNOLIA CASTILLO prompt ( no longer accepting )

PEER INTO YOUR OWN HEART & CARVE OUT THE TRUTH YOURSELF !

TO NO ONE’S SURPRISE, expurgation was undesired when every minute was precious and the captain was faced the looming threat of repetition again. a bowdlerized version of the paradoxical circumstances might’ve been better savoured at an earlier stage of her interstellar journey but now, it didn’t take long to discern that the effort would’ve been wasted on her. there was a drought of answers in the narrative which couldn’t be quenched in any other way other than unsullied candour; to her surreptitious fortune, however, it was exactly that in which an equanimous observer could offer in thankless solicitude.

❝ how long do you intend to continue this elaborate exhibition of self-indulgence ? ❞

clones of the censorious query cascaded throughout the entirety of the room and attuned themselves to the ship’s operations, syncing with the faintest of sounds to the loudest in a harmonized effort to be unescapably heard. with the entity’s back turned to the captain and shadow-clad eyes holding still on the piece of machinery in front of him, particular measures had to be taken to ensure that the captain couldn’t easily exonerate herself from blame. upon the glass of the head engineer’s empty cryogenic chamber did the entity’s hand rest, slowly dragging down until even the marginal exertion faded away and fingers slowly curled into themselves to form a fist.

the role of the dauntless captain was not an easy one to play but the lack of repercussions made the prospect of perpetuity tolerable in its own right, even if was only for a little while. a wrong choice could be corrected or a fellow crew member could be sacrificed for the greater good ---- anything and everything as per the captain’s everchanging ambitions. the gem embedded in the captain’s hand promised another chance when the situation was at its most desolate, a pledge of security for when their trek took them to the furthest reaches of space. whether it was a museum heist, an intergalactic journey or a dinner date, she had a luxury that few else had: the ability to choose her next move and learn from her failures; many would have gambled their lives for even a chance at that semblance of constancy.

to lose one’s mortality was the first step towards one’s loss of humanity.

❝ it must feel so good, to play god in so many people’s lives and overrule death’s sentence before the guilt has time to settle. the crew members don’t have the faintest idea about what you’ve done for them, what you’ve already done to them. neither them nor the head engineer know that you came from such humble beginnings but i do and well, look at you now. you are truly something to behold. ❞

YOU HAVEN’T EVEN NOTICED THE BODIES, HAVE YOU ?

a thunderous smash drowned out the warbling echoes of softspoken musings, shattered glass gracelessly falling to the ground in a discordant clamour as the overhead lamps burst and swallowed them both in darkness. no movement had preluded the outburst but the being’s fist now rested beyond the cryogenic chamber’s window, the result of a punch that had never been thrown but marred by its aftermath. gingerly was the offending fist removed and the entity finally turned around, violently distorting their surroundings in the process and briefly showing the cadaverous image of all the crew members lined up behind the being with raised champagne flutes. clothed shoulders lowered and a sideward stretch of his neck banished the macabre vision shortly thereafter, righting reality in an instant except for several hundred copies of the same photo carpeting the floor: a photo of the crew taken at the beginning of the voyage, only with every single one of their eyes violently scratched out ; they were gone but not forgotten, never forgotten.

candour was requested and so did she receive its sanctimonious blessing.

❝ wormholes, bullets, betrayal ------ nothing compares to the destruction that you’ve sowed, captain. ❞

#wolfvirago #┊♚┊ − ❛ ᵃᶰˢʷᵉʳᵉᵈ ❜#┊♚┊ V; i. MAIN #((the kiss meme is going to be paired with the other ask meme you sent in))#((but this was still a hoot and a half to write. i always love writing out dark's complicated feelings towards the viewer/captain))

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