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BEYOND THE GRAVE

Summary When he first dreamed about you, Satoru knew deep down you must be wandering somewhere in the world out of his reach. However, he never thought you were lying six feet underground.

Genre Romance, Drama, Historical, Thriller.

Additional Content Mature Content, Dark Themes, Murder, One Shot, Victorian Era.

Pairing Gojo Satoru x Fem! Reader

Playlist ┊ Masterlist

Author’s Note Here’s the corpse bride AU fic I promised, enjoy!!

Satoru’s hand moved effortlessly while sketching the figure of a woman that rested in his mind. Capturing every detail of hers. Being a presence he had portrayed on countless occasions. Her features linger vividly in his memories, using her as a subject to relieve his turmoils. As his gaze remains, his lingering desires do too. A yearning for her to come to life. How does a woman attain such resplendent beauty and by what mystic grace did her presence weave its way into his thoughts? His wish for her to enlighten him about her purposes, passions, and dreams persisted. Eager to learn how she landed into his deepest dreams. Why his? His nonchalant mind of his, with no creativity whatsoever.

All his drawings are composed of her presence along with the illustrations of Morpho menelaus, species of the subfamily Morphinae. A striking butterfly species with a resplendent blue that brightens through the night with its vibrant colors. The beautiful butterflies that grace his window daily, he’s lucky to witness. Satoru was the age of eighteen when he first encountered her in his dreams. He remembers the moment vividly. For an inexplicable reason, she was dressed in bridal attire, highlighting her gorgeous collarbone while gracefully embracing her form, complemented by dainty ivory gloves. A bride. Perhaps someone else’s bride. He can’t tell why that thought pains him.

“This boy, engaging in artistic endeavors like a fool.” His mother entered his chamber with an air suffused with disapprobation. “Desist from your current occupation and prepare yourself. We cannot afford to be tardy!”

Oh, that's right. He's going to finally meet his fiance today.

“Ah, my beautiful and only son. Possessing a visage of such resplendence yet lingering in an unmarried state. What an anguish! It is our poverty that people look down on us. But again, If your father haven’t went bankrupt, we wouldn’t be in this situation! Now I’m stuck with a son that wastes his days, selling books, sketching nonsense and recite poems to no one.” Throughout the entirety of their carriage ride to their destination, his mother lamented their circumstances. Regrettably, his family lacks the riches to sustain themselves after his father’s death. However, his forthcoming matrimonial alliance holds the promise of a brighter future. “Now we find ourselves lucky! The Winchester Family finally grant us a chance!”

“Mother,” Satoru called with a furrow forming on his brow. "Shouldn't Miss Winchester be marrying a Lord instead of a common man like me?" He expressed his concerns, his words tinged with uncertainty. “Don't you find it a little odd?” Is he the only who find it suspicious about The Winchester family sudden interest in them?

His mother scowled, using her fan to deliver a smack to her son’s head. “Quiet boy! Don’t pry, and be grateful for what you have.” Satoru exhaled deeply at his mother’s words, sinking back into his seat as a whirlwind of thoughts spun through his mind, there’s no use talking to his mother about this matter. He may as well let it be.

“Adelaide, I implore you to ensure our son enters into wedlock for love, not merely for monetary gain. Guide him onto the right path.”

“Oh, Octavius don’t be ridiculous! Our son’s survival is paramount. Love alone cannot sustain him; it is a whimsical fantasy.”

Satoru recalled the moment he overheard his father’s dying wish for him. Octavius had fervently wished for his son to pursue love in marriage, unencumbered by material considerations. However, Henrietta held a contrary belief. Satoru lacks personal experience with romantic affection, so he cannot voice an opinion on that matter. Opting for a marriage driven by financial considerations is the most pragmatic choice for him at present. His artistic talents and poetic inclinations offered little sustenance for his practical needs. Resigning himself he now embraces the predetermined path laid out before him.

“Pay heed,” His mother's voice resounded with a sense of urgency, her eyes drilling into Satoru with a steely resolve. “Do your utmost to appease them. Whatever you do, do not falter! This is our last opportunity to escape the perpetual hardship we face daily. We cannot afford to let this chance slip through our grasp, do you comprehend?”

“Mother you expect too much from me. I haven't even spoken to Miss Winchester before, how will I know how to please her?”

“Ah, nonsense! Women aren't as complicated as you make them out to be. Just prioritize making a favorable impression on Mr. and Mrs. Winchester.”

Mr. and Mrs. Winchester proved to be not only reserved but rather, intimidating. Satoru stood still in the middle of the room with their discerning gazes lingering on him, scrutinizing every aspect of his presence, leaving him with a growing sense of discomfort. Mrs. Winchester emitted a satisfied hum as she began to circle his form treating him like an exhibit with her head held high.

“You possess striking height and distinctive features: white hair and blue eyes. Yes, these are splendid attributes for our future grandchildren,” Mrs. Winchester commented in a stern tone. “Yet, physical appearance alone is not what we seek. We seek discipline and determination above all else, a husband who is committed to providing for his family. Do you believe you possess such traits, Mr. Gojo?”

Satoru stood proudly, suppressing any doubts that lingered within him, meeting Mrs. Winchester’s gaze with composure. “Yes, ma’am. I assure you that I possess the qualities you seek. I am committed to meeting your expectations.”

The room descended into a profound silence as their eyes locked, seemingly exchanging unspoken words. Mrs. Winchester arched an eyebrow before nodding in approval. “Good. That’s precisely the response I was hoping for. Come along, let us delve deeper into our discussion over a cup of tea.”

As Mrs. Winchester led the way deeper into their sprawling mansion, Satoru’s attention was ensnared by the sight of a magnificent piano, standing behind until the voices of his mother, Mr. and Mrs. Winchester gradually faded away. His eyes were drawn to the instrument, finding himself seated on the bench, his gaze fixated on the keys as memories flooded his mind. He recalled the days of his youth, witnessing his father play with awe and admiration. While Satoru could play the piano, he knew he could never quite replicate his father’s talent. As he sat there before the instrument, memories of his father’s music enveloped him, stirring both nostalgia and longing in his heart. Oh, how he missed the irreplaceable bond they shared through the language of music. One evening, Octavius found young Satoru ensconced in the solitude of the gardens with tears cascading down his cheeks, as he grappled with the weight of his mother’s perceived disappointment in him. Unable to further witness his son’s anguish, Octavius led him to his musical sanctuary where he sat at the grand piano. He began to play with ease a melody he composed with each note a testament to the depth of his love for his son.

“You are kind, strong, and brave.” Octavius spoke with words of reassurance and wisdom. “Allow yourself to feel and express your emotions freely. It does not diminish your worth as a man.”

For years, Satoru devoted himself to the pursuit of replicating the melody his father once played. His fingers dancing upon the keys of the piano with practiced ease. As he closed his eyes, he surrendered himself to the echoes of the past in a bittersweet embrace.

“Mr. Gojo?” The sudden intrusion of feminine voice brought Satoru’s performance to an abrupt halt, his fingers freezing upon the keys as he turned to behold the unexpected visitor. Before him, a radiant apparition graced his sight—a maiden in the prime of her twenties, adorned with cascades of chestnut tresses and eyes of a rich, earthly hue. Her figure was adorned in a breathtaking violet gown along with a delicate necklace gracing her necklace adding a touch of refinement. Satoru then began to distancing himself from the instrument, standing before her. Is she really the woman he must marry? She’s absolutely gorgeous.

“Forgive me.” He speaks flickering his gaze between the woman in front of him and the piano, feeling slightly unease under her curious gaze. “I’ve used your piano without proper permission.”

She emitted a soft chuckle and shook her head with a serene smile. “That’s quite alright. Hardly anyone ever uses it anyway.”

“Really? Such beauty should be cherished and appreciated, not left idle.”

“I agree. Lamentably, my mother holds the belief that a lady like myself should not indulge in musical pursuits.”

"How so?" Satoru couldn't help but inquire.

"My mother believes playing the piano isn't suitable for a lady," Catherine explained with a hint of resignation, "and insists that I redirect my focus towards more socially acceptable pursuits."

"That's a shame," Satoru stated sympathetically.

"It truly is."

Now as both moved to be seated by side together at the piano bench, she cast a wistful smile in Satoru’s direction before speaking with a longing voice. “I’ve always imagined my wedding would be with someone I truly love.” She confessed. “Perhaps it’s an unrealistic wish, don’t you think? Nobody marry for love nowadays.”

“Yes, it is.” Satoru agrees immediately unaware he may have been a little blunt. “I mean! No, of course not. If it’s a dream you hold dearly, do not let go of it so easily.” Even though his hopes of marrying for love have dimmed, it doesn’t mean her hopes have to be.

She hums to herself with her gaze lowered. “I’ve matured and I have learned down the way I shouldn’t be swayed by a little girl’s dreams.” She then lifts up her eyes to meet Satoru’s. “However, that doesn’t mean we should treat each other as strangers. We will soon be husband and wife, the least we can do is treat each with familiarity.”

Satoru let out a relieved sigh upon hearing her words, feeling like he could breathe again. Yes, that’s something he needed to heard. “I will be pleased to do that, I’m not quite fond of formalities. Please reference me as Satoru from now on.”

“Satoru.” She pronounced his name like it was the sweetest flavor her tongue had encountered. “Call me, Catherine.”

“Catherine,” Satoru said with a warm smile, “perhaps after we are wed, I could impart upon you the art of playing the piano.”

“You will?” Catherine inquired, her eyes brightening with anticipation. “Will you teach me the previously melody you were playing?”

“Absolutely,” Satoru responded with a firm conviction agreeing immediately at her request, his demeanor exuding confidence as he reached out to intertwine his fingers with Catherine's, while their eyes locked into each other. Meanwhile, Catherine can’t hold that long her gaze feeling flustered under his clear eyes.

“What impropriety is this?” Mrs. Winchester's voice shattered the moment they shared, causing Satoru and Catherine to hastily pull away from each other. “You two cannot be seen alone before the wedding! I trust you are aware of that, Mr. Gojo.” Mrs. Winchester asserted, her tone carrying a hint of admonition as she reminded them of the proprieties expected before their impending nuptials.

Satoru rose from the bench, executing a polite bow as a gesture of contrition. “My apologies, Mrs. Winchester. It was imprudent of me.”

“I have taken a liking to you, Mr. Gojo. It would be disheartening to be disappointed so soon. Now, there's a few minutes before rehearsal. The priest will arrive soon, so come along, and let’s not waste any more time!”

It's only a few vows, Satoru thought to himself. He had recited numerous poems before; surely, this wouldn't be too challenging. Oh, but it was. Satoru realized with a sinking feeling in his chest. Despite his earlier confidence, the weight of the momentous occasion bore down on him, making the simple act of reciting vows feel daunting.

“Rehearsal in ruins as Mr. Gojo causes chaos!Wedding rumored to be delayed.” Bloody hell—

Satoru's frustration escaped in an audible groan, as the news of the disastrous rehearsal spread throughout the town, amplifying his embarrassment. Can his day get any worse? Now everyone knows what happened at the rehearsal pointing him like a fool. Wait.

Catherine. Oh, Catherine.

She may not want to hear from him after this. He could potentially be labeled as the worst groom in history. Perhaps he wasn't cut out for marriage after all. They were only simple vows—what had gotten into him today? It was completely out of his character! The words may have seemed clear in his thoughts, but as he spoke them aloud, they twisted and faltered, a stark contrast to the eloquence he had imagined.

“With this hand, I shall partake of your elixir.” No, that's not it. Think again.

How about, “With this hand, I shall elevate your candle.” Goodness, no that's not the correct sentence! Think again!

“Come now, Satoru,” he thought, "take a deep breath and orchestrate those vows into their rightful sequence. Do not be disheartened by mere vows. You wish to marry Catherine, do you not?” He does. He may not be initially in love with Catherine taking the fact he barely knows her. Though, that doesn’t mean he can’t learn how to. If you ask him, he’s a fast learner.

“With this hand, I shall lift the burden of your sorrows,” Satoru recited, his voice steady as he embraced the weight of his commitment. He raised his ring, pledging to alleviate Catherine's burdens and share in her joys. He strides further into the depths of the dim forest he had fled, his voice a steady cadence amid the eerie silence as he continues to recite his vows with unwavering determination.

“Your cup shall never run dry, for I shall be your wine. With this candle, I shall illuminate your passage through the abyss. And with this ring, I beseech you to be mine.” With his vows flowing smoothly from his lips, Satoru breathed a sigh of relief, a satisfied smile adorning his face. Proud of his accomplishment in regaining his confidence, he stood poised and ready to embark on his homeward journey.

“Catherine,” he ruminated, a fervent resolve kindling within him, “I stand ready to entreat you to become mine.” Catherine after all, deserves the best. He pledges to himself he will be the best version of himself so he can make Catherine happy. That’s the least he can do as her future husband. If the wedding is still up, of course. What’s he gonna say once goes back? “I’m sorry I ruined away in the middle of rehearsal like an idiot?” Oh, no. What’s Mr. and Mrs. Winchester gonna think of him now? Everything felt so suffocating! But, can you really blame him? It’s almost like the universe was conspiring against him today.

The sudden cessation of the breeze arrested Satoru's steps, preventing him from moving further. However, that was not the only oddity that caught Satoru's attention. The wind picked up, its mournful wail creating a chilling symphony in the air. Simultaneously, the ground beneath him trembled. A sense of uneasiness crept into Satoru's heart. Feeling a shiver run down his spine, sensing the increasing tension in the forest. He made the choice to turn back before it was too late.

“I do.”

The sudden dulcet tones of a feminine voice brought Satoru to an abrupt halt. In that suspended interval, the passage of time seemed to yield to the captivating allure of the unknown speaker, prompting Satoru to turn with cautious deliberation, his senses keenly attuned to the mysterious presence that had disrupted the tranquil solitude of the forest. His gaze widened in astonishment at the vision of a woman adorned in bridal regalia, her face obscured by a flowing veil. Yet, upon closer inspection, he noted the disarray of her attire, with torn fabric and absent embellishments. What calamity had befallen this woman? Despite her initial distance, a sense of trepidation gripped Satoru as she drew nearer, prompting an instinctive step backward.

“Who are you? Do not approach further!” However, the woman paid no heed to his warning and continued to advance. Feeling a surge of panic, Satoru turned on his heels and bolted out of the forest, his heart pounding in his chest as he raced to escape whatever ominous presence lurked behind him. Was it his imagination? Was he really going paranoid? He must be! He sprinted tirelessly until his feet throbbed returning to the bridge he originally was before delving into the forest. After his run, he paused to catch his breath, his hand resting on his chest as he briefly looked back at the cityscape before him. What was that all about? Perhaps his mind is playing tricks on him due to the stress he’s enduring. Yes, that’s it. There’s no other explanation. When he turned to peer back at the forest, his heart nearly leaped out of his chest when his eyes met the sight of the previous woman standing perilously close eliciting a startled reaction that drove him to instinctively press his back against the stone walls of the bridge in a state of bewilderment. However, as soon as her fingers started to reveal her face, time itself stopped for him.

Satoru could only manage to stammer, "You—" No it cannot be. “This…this isn’t possible!” He muttered incredulously at the sight before him. Before him stood the woman he had been sketching since he turned eighteen. As she was close, he could now have a better approach to her appearance. Noticing how the bridal attire was even torn apart, patches of her skin missing on her arms and ankles, revealed exposed bones. Resembling…someone who may be dead. How is this possible? How can a dead person be walking among the living!

“I know you.” Despite her ghastly appearance, he was certain of her identity. He knew her face. How can he not? She has been all he ever draws. What happened to her? He always thought that the woman in his dreams was wandering on the world out of his reach, however, he never thought his ideal woman was lying six feet underground beneath him. A Corpse!

“Yes, it’s me!” She spoke as if she knew him, but how could that be? They never had actually met before at least not in real life—she existed only within the realm of his dreams.

“I have dreamed this day to come. At last, you've found the courage to seek my hand in marriage.” She whispered with a yearning evident in her tone, her words echoing in his troubled mind. She then approached him and cornered him with no room to evacuate. She raised her bony hands clad in tattered gloves which had lost their pure white, as she tenderly placed them upon his cold face. Everything felt surreal to him, as though he were ensnared in a waking dream. She was the last image etched into his consciousness before slipping into oblivion.

“Mother, do you have any news of Satoru?” Catherine inquired, her voice trembling with worry as she spoke with her mother. It's late, she’s afraid Satoru may not come back after he left the rehearsal without looking back. Where could he be? Leaving Catherine filled with concern for his well-being. Perhaps, he had second thoughts?

His mother huffed in response, turning to sink into the furniture facing the fireplace. “No, nothing at all.” She replied. “I should have known that boy would only bring disappointment.”

“I couldn’t agree more. It’s utterly baffling that he doesn’t even know his wedding vows. What kind of man is he?” His father agreed, echoing her mother’s sentiments. “But given the inheritance from Octavius Gojo, he’s the best option available for us. We’ll simply have to endure his foolishness until tomorrow morning. If he bothers to return.”

“I’m not sure what you mean,” Catherine interjected puzzled. “what inheritance are you referring to?”

Her father shook his head irritated, avoiding his daughter's confused gaze. “Why do you think we arranged your marriage to that fool? Octavius Gojo before his passing, rumors were circulating about him selling his prosperous business and leaving the proceeds to his family.”

Before Catherine can respond to his father, the conversation comes to an abrupt halt as Mrs. Gojo enters the living room, her carriage having returned from a frantic search for her son throughout the city. “I’m deeply embarrassed by my son’s inappropriate behavior. Please accept my sincere apologies on his behalf. Unfortunately, I was unable to find him.”

Mrs. Winchester hummed, motioning for Mrs. Gojo to join them. As they settled in, a tense atmosphere waiting enveloped them all, as they awaited any sign of Satoru’s whereabouts. Suddenly, a servant entered the room to deliver his message to his masters.

“Pardon the interruption, but a guest has arrived.” Mrs. Winchester exhaled deeply upon hearing the following words, expecting news of Mr. Gojo. She can only sigh and nod. “By all means, show them in.” She instructed her servant to lead the guest into the room. As soon the unexpected guest made its entrance, Mrs. Winchester’s eyes brightened immediately with recognition as she beheld the guest.

“Ah, Mr. Zenin. What a delightful surprise.” She says with genuine pleasure. “What brings you to our home?”

He nodded, a smile playing on his lips as he addressed them all with a warm greeting. “I’ve come to visit and check on how things are for the Winchester Family, especially after the news spread about your daughter’s groom fleeing. Which was a surprise to me. Never heard of a fleeing groom before, not during rehearsal at least.”

Mrs. Winchester gestured to a servant to bring a cup of tea as Mr. Zenin joined them. “Yes, it was quite unexpected. I’m grateful for your concerns.”

As they speak over a cup of tea, Mrs. Winchester’s gaze fits towards Mrs. Gojo, observing her attempt to discern Mr. Zenin’s identity. “My apologies.” She interjected. “Allow me to make proper introductions. Mr. Zenin, may I present Mrs. Adelaide Gojo, the estimated mother of the groom. And Mrs. Gojo, it is my pleasure to introduce Mr. Naoya Zenin, a confidant of our family. His father used to be a business associate of my husband before his departure abroad.”

Mr. Zenin nodded from his seat, offering a congenial smile. “Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Gojo.”

However, Mrs. Gojo remained composed, her expression unwavering. “Likewise.”

“Please excuse my inquisitiveness, but your surname strikes me as oddly familiar.”

“Is that so?” Adelaide replied. “It was my late husband’s name.”

“Ah, please accept my heartfelt condolences.” He responded with sympathy. I never meant to pry.”

“It’s quite alright,” Adelaide said, brushing off his concerns with a wave of her hand.

“I’ve had the misfortune of experiencing grief firsthand as yourself,” Mr. Zenin confessed, sorrow lacing in his words. “Not long ago, I had a fiancée whom I deeply cherished before she was tragically murdered.”

“Oh, my! That’s terrible.” She expresses with a sudden change in her demeanor.

“Yes, it was a devastating ordeal.” Mr. Zenin replied with a heavy heart. “However, learning to move on is a necessary part of life.”

After a few minutes of quiet contemplation, punctuated only by the crackling of the fireplace, Mr. Zenin cleared his throat and began to speak again sitting up straighter. “Catherine, my dear. I neglected to inquire about your well-being. You must be experiencing a great deal of stress not knowing the whereabouts of your fiancé.”

Standing still where she was, Catherine lowered her gaze nodding in acknowledgment. “Yes, I can’t deny that I’m worried.” She admitted softly.

Mr. Zenin nodded gravely at Catherine’s words before speaking earnestly as he glanced back at them at once. “I’m not one to indulge in gossip, but before I came here, I overheard words of a gentleman seen near the woods, accompanied by another woman. I must tell you this before you hear it from someone else. Perhaps I am wrong, let me ask does the groom possess white hair, towering height, and striking blue eyes?”

“That’s my son! Wait, that doesn’t make any sense. My son doesn’t know other women. How can that be possible?”

“What!” Mrs. Winchester exclaimed with indignation in her voice, rising abruptly from her seat. “In the arms of another woman?”

“Satoru? No, it cannot be him.” Catherine muttered distressed.

“Mr. Zenin, are you certain about this?” Mrs. Winchester questioned anxiously. “We cannot allow this information to spread any further. The potential humiliation it could bring upon us is unthinkable!”

Standing up from his seat, Mr. Zenin nodded resolutely, certain of what he had heard. “I trust in the accuracy of what I’ve heard. Pardon me for burdening you with such troubling news,” He conveyed with sincerity. He made his way towards the door, glancing back at their uneasy faces. “I believe it’s time for me to take my leave. However, please remember, that I’m always available to lend a helping hand if needed. My assistance is unconditional.” He reassured them before closing the door behind him.

As Mr. Zenin bid his farewell, Mrs. Winchester’s hand swept through her hair in a gesture of exasperation, her mind grappling with the weight of the situation. “What steps should we now undertake?” She queried her husband, momentarily disregarding Mrs. Gojo's continued presence in the room.

Mr. Winchester’s fingertips grazed his beard as he pondered the situation. “I believe we must call the wedding off.”

“Such preposterous allegations!” Mrs. Gojo exclaimed, her demeanor now imbued with a regal air of indignation. “Surely, Mr. Zenin has been misinformed. You’re aware of how dangerous gossip can be. My son is of impeccable character; he could never stoop to such levels of promiscuity. I beseech you, to grant me a chance at least until tomorrow, so I can unravel this egregious misunderstanding. I’m certain by that time, I will be able to find my son.”

“Very, well. You have until dawn.”

With eyes alight with admiration, you behold his features closely, relishing the sight of his. Unable to resist any longer, your fingertips rested on his skin exploring the contours of his face. A smile adorning your smiles as you bask in the tranquility of the moment. Finally, he's in your arms after so long.

“What do we have here? A mere trinket for idle amusement?” A derisive voice interjects, disrupting your thoughts and your tender exploration.

With a heavy sigh, you stand to face your skeletal friend. “He is not an object for amusement. I would appreciate it if you refrain from treating him such.” He chuckles in response as he joins you by your side, and together, you cast a glance at the sleeping form of the man resting upon the furniture made of bones.

“Right. Pardon me for insulting your boyfriend over here.”

“He is not my boyfriend; he’s my husband.” You assert, shooting your friend a sharp glare. “Well, my future husband. He asked for my hand in marriage. Where are the others? I want to announce the news of our engagement as soon as possible.”

“What’s the rush, dear? Your fiancé seemed to be passed out. And by the looks of it, he may not be waking up soon.”

You scoffed in annoyance, your frustration evident in the curl of your lip. “Don’t you have anything else to do? Instead of being annoying around me.”

“Love, I’m merely just looking out for you. What business do you have with a living person?”

“I already informed you. He asked for my hand—”

“Yes. But do you truly believe he means it?”

"I'm not sure what you're implying." You replied skeptical.

Your skeletal friend shakes his skull, the hollow cavities where his eyes once were fixed on you. “I only want you to understand the magnitude of your actions. He may not mean those words, not to you at least.” He advises you with a solemn tone.

“That’s nonsense.” You retort. “I was the only one in the forest when he took vows, naturally those words were directed at me.”

“For two years,” you expound, delving into the intricacies of your relationship and the reasons behind your actions, “Satoru has been my steadfast companion. Since my departure, he has frequented these woods, pouring forth his dreams and aspirations. I've tried to connect with him through his dreams, and I'm certain he feels the same way. Now, here's the ring as a testament to our bond.” You announce, lifting your bony hand to showcase the shiny band nestled upon your finger.

“(Y/N)—”

The room fell into a reverent stillness, pierced only by the plaintive groan from the unconscious man who was now struggling to regain consciousness. You rush to his side, lowering yourself to kneel beside his prone form. “Darling, are you awake?” You observe intently as his eyes flutter, revealing his clear eyes clouded with an unfocused vision.

“It’s okay, just stay still. I’m here.”

As his vision clears and meets your gaze, you witness the shift in his countenance, from one of composure to one consumed by dread. In a rash impulse, he jolts upright, drawing in sharp breaths. His eyes are wild with fear as he scans his surroundings. When you try to reach out to comfort him, he recoils abruptly.

“Where in the world am I?” He exclaimed alarmed.

Before you can utter a word, the sound of approaching footsteps interrupts, accompanied by the rhythmic chants signaling the arrival of a new visitor.

“A new arrival!”

“Fascinating, his skin looks freshly new!”

“He doesn’t look dead at all.”

“Oh! can I feel his skin?”

In a state of utter disbelief, Satoru beheld the eerie scene unfolding before him. The deceased, mingling and conversing as though they were living beings, circling around him like an object for amusement. Has he finally gone insane?

“(Y/N), darling. Who’s this one with you? Why don’t you present him to us?”

You nod, rising to your feet, proudly displaying your ring adoring your finger to the gathered crowd. “Everyone, I am honored to introduce you all to my fiancé and soon-to-be husband, Satoru.”

What! Satoru thought alarmed as he went to your side, taking your hand in his to inspect the ring with his own eyes. To his astonishment, there it was—the ring he was supposed to give to Catherine. What has he done!

“What a lovely couple, I wish for both of you endless happiness!” From admits the crowd, someone with their skeletal hands clapped.

“Thank you, Lady Brown.” You acknowledged with a smile, withdrawing your hand from Satoru’s grasp, leaving him staring at empty air. “You all should have seen him reciting his vows. It was the epitome of romance! It took my breathe away! Well, if I had any.” You chuckled.

“With this hand, I shall lift the burden of your sorrows.” With a dreamy smile playing on your lips, you remark Satoru’s vows, each word spoken with heartfelt emotion. “Your cup shall never run dry, for I shall be your wine. With this candle, I shall illuminate your passage through the abyss. And with this ring, I beseech you to be mine.” With eyes brimming with love, you regard the ring before you, your well, where your heart once swelled with unbridled joy, infusing every fiber of your being with an overwhelming sense of contentment. “Aren’t I the luckiest bride?”

“Wait!” Satoru’s voice interjected, cutting through the air like a blade. “Surely, this must be a misunderstanding,” he proclaimed. “Where am I? Is this the afterlife? What’s going on here?” Finally, his eyes met yours, and a flicker of uncertainty danced in his gaze as he inquired. “Who are you?”

You emit a soft laugh, as you approach him to close the distance between you two. Sensing his cautious retreat, you reassure him. “Love, it’s me. I understand that my appearance may not be what you expected, though I’m the same woman as I was in your dreams for two years.”

"But, in the realm of my dreams," he began, his gaze lingering on your figure, still maintaining his distance from everyone. "you appeared alive. What…What happened to you?”

You offered a rueful smile. “Well, it’s kind of a long story.”

She was a beacon of vitality, an intelligent young woman hailing from a respected and affluent family. Endowed with a myriad of talents, she possessed the ability to effortlessly weave melodies from various instruments and to navigate the intricacies of literature with finesse. Despite the throng of suitors vying for her favor, her heart gravitated towards a man of modest means, yet her parents weren't in favor of their scandalous relationship. Undeterred by their disapproval and driven by an insatiable thirst for freedom, she conspired with her beloved to elope, to meet beneath the cloak of night in the depths of the forest. Carrying her mother's nuptial attire, family heirlooms, and a trove of gold. Beneath the sprawling branches of the ancient oak tree, she awaited her lover's arrival, her spirit buoyed by the promise of freedom. Yet, fate dealt a cruel blow, veiling her world in darkness as a cold blade pierced her chest, Her precious jewels vanished, and so did the very essence of her being—her heart. Resigned to an eternity of solitude beneath the tree where her life was brutally stolen, she languished in desolation, believing love to be a distant memory. Yet, against all odds, her world turned for the better with the arrival of a gentleman with a white locks like the snow and eyes as clear as the blue sky. In his presence, she found comfort and companionship, her days enlivened by his constant presence. Now, he stands here after he professes an unwavering devotion, her once-forgotten heart fluttering with newfound hope.

Everything became overwhelming to grasp as their words echoed relentlessly within his mind. Proposing to a dead bride was a scenario he never could have fathomed. With a surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins, he seized the fleeting chance to escape this strange world of the deceased in hopes of finding his way back to the land of the living.

Or that's what he hoped for. Somehow you managed to find him easily. Now he sat there on a weathered old bench while the deceased bride droned on about the beautiful view before them. From your spot beside Satoru, you stole a glance back at him and noticed his vacant stare. Clearing your throat, you offered an apology, “I'm sorry if I've been going on too much. I tend to do that when I am overexcited.”

Satoru snapped out of his thoughts at the sound of your melodic laughter. He sat there, observing your features, marveling at how, even in death, you still exuded a radiant beauty, the same beauty from the dreams he had of you.

“I want you to know how deeply sorry I am for what happened to you. However, I really need to head home now.”

“What do you mean? This your home now!”

Satoru sighed heavily, closing his eyes briefly before he met your gaze. “I don’t even know your name.”

You tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear before responding with a smile. “It’s, (Y/N).”

(Y/N).

“Now. I believe I’ve been talking too much. I will like to get to know my soon-to-be husband better!”

Satoru couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at your enthusiasm, avoiding your gaze as he glanced down at his joined hands. “Well, there isn’t much about me. You know some of it—how I used to retreat into the woodland to sketch, seeking solace in the verdant embrace of the forest.” He paused mid—sentence, stealing a fleeting glance at you before once more evading your eyes. “I never thought you were there all along.”

“What about your family?” You asked, curiosity piqued.

Ah, his family. Before he realized he started talking with ease. “I used to live with my mother and father, being the only child. But when I was seventeen, my father passed away,” he says, his voice carrying a weight of melancholy. “Don’t get me wrong, I hold a deep appreciation for my mother. But, the connection I had with my father was unmatched. While my mother often had expectations of me, my father always urged me to heed my own intuition, to follow the path that felt right to me.”

As he trailed off, your heart went out to him with sympathy. You lifted a hand as if to offer comfort, but quickly retracted it, mindful not to impose any pressure on him. “He sounded like a good man.” You whispered.

“He was indeed, one of a kind.”

Both of you sat in silence until a sudden idea struck you. You turned to meet his gaze directly and suggested. “I just had an idea! Tell me his name. Perhaps we can track him down together!”

Ah, yes. He had momentarily forgotten for a moment he was now in the realm of the departed, and his father was dead.

“Octavius Gojo.” He replied.

Your eyes widened in recognition upon hearing the mention of the familiar name. “Octavius Gojo, is your father?”

“Yes? What’s wrong?”

You gasped with exhilaration, clasping his hands in yours. “Of course. How could I not have realized sooner? You both are so alike! I had the pleasure of knowing Octavius when I was alive. He was truly the finest man I ever knew.”

“How…how did you come to know my father?”

With a wide smile, you released his hand to settle down your hands on your lap. “As you were told, I was born into a wealthy family with high expectations placed upon me. When I was thirteen, my parents sought the finest piano tutor for me, and fate led me to Octavius. From the outset, our bond transcended the typical teacher—student relationship. Octavius became a friend of mine, sharing countless stories with me. One day, he told me he had a son who shared a passion for music like myself, expressing a desire for us to meet. Unfortunately, we never got to do that as circumstances forced us to part ways. As I reached a marriageable age, Octavius faced daily challenges within his company. I was devastated to learn of his passing through the grapevine, never having the chance to bid him farewell. However, I died one year later after his passing so our paths aligned again. Now, I find myself engaged to his son!”

Satoru was rendered speechless upon learning this new revelation, his thoughts swirling with a mixture of emotions. Who would have thought, he was supposed to meet you ages ago? Thinking if he did, perhaps you would still be alive instead of falling into the wrong hands who led you to your demise. However, there’s time to think about the past and his accidental engagement with you later. Right now, he must see his father. Driven by a sudden wave of determination, Satoru firmly grasped your hand and rose from the bench. “Lead me to my father.”

“What’s our plan?” Mrs. Winchester as she paced the living room while conversing with her husband. “That boy still hasn’t returned. We can’t cancel the wedding; are you aware of the financial repercussions? We’ll be left penniless, thrown on the streets without that inheritance! And don’t get me started with Mrs. Gojo. She hasn’t even bothered to come back.”

As her husband remained silent, Mrs. Winchester’s frustration boiled over. “Say something!”

“Don’t pressure me, woman!” Her husband interjected firmly from his seat, his eyelid twitching slightly with suppressed agitation. “We will figure something out.”

“We don’t have time to figure something out! Where will we find another groom for our daughter in such short time?”

“It is lamentable for that young man to disregard dear Catherine in such a manner; it is an act that cannot be forgiven.” Mr. Zenin's refined voice interjected into their dialogue taking them out of surprise. “Please forgive my intrusion; one of your servants granted me entry. I couldn't help but overhear the woeful plight of poor Catherine, who has to endure because of the cowardice of Mr. Gojo. I have made attempts to locate him, yet regrettably, he remains elusive. It is conceivable that he has left town.”

“Oh no—”

“Nevertheless, as a longstanding acquaintance, I stand ready to assume the role vacated by Mr. Gojo, to spare Catherine from any further public humiliation,” Mr. Zenin declared. “Moreover, I am willing to extend a respectable proposal, one far superior to what the Gojo family could offer.”

“Your willingness to undertake such a responsibility is truly admirable, Mr. Zenin, but—”

“Will your father agree with your choice?” Mr. Winchester questioned.

“My father has always had faith in my judgment, trusting that I make decisions for the best. I believe he would be pleased if I had the opportunity to unite with the daughter of his trusted confidant.”

Mr. and Mrs. Winchester exchanged glances, a silent agreement made between them.

“Very well, then. Let us waste no time and proceed with the preparations.” Mr. Winchester declared decisively.

“Mother, father, who are you talking to?” Catherine's voice echoed as she descended the stairs, her dress trailing behind her in anticipation of news about Satoru. To her surprise, she found her parents and Mr. Zenin waiting for her.

“Darling, there's good news—there will be a wedding after all.” Mrs. Winchester announced.

“Really? You found Satoru?” Catherine asked eagerly, her hopes rising.

Suddenly Mr. Zenin stepped forward, and took Catherine's hand in his, pressing a kiss to its back. “I will be your spouse, Miss Catherine. I won't allow that Satoru boy to humiliate you any further.” he declared with a disconcerting smile that sent a chill down Catherine's spine.

“What?” she thought, her mind reeling in disbelief. “No, this cannot be happening. How could I possibly marry him?”

“I shall return tomorrow morning, please excuse me.” Mr. Zenin declared, as he bid farewell to the family.

Catherine immediately rushed to her parents after his leave, “Father, Mother, please don't make me marry him.” She pleaded earnestly.

“Silly girl, it's our only recourse.” Mrs. Winchester asserted sternly. “Or do you wish to witness your parents succumb to impoverishment? We can no longer wait for Satoru Gojo who has absconded from his obligations to this family. We must face reality. It was our mistake to pin our hopes on that family when we had a more suitable candidate for you all along. Mr. Zenin will undoubtedly make a fine husband his affluence ensuring our security.”

Catherine stood there, her words caught in her throat, realizing her fate had been sealed, and there was nothing she could do to change it.

“Take a good rest child, you will be marrying Mr. Zenin tomorrow morning. And that’s final!”

Is this really happening? Is he truly going to reunite with his deceased father after three years? Satoru pondered, feeling the relentless thud of his heart against his chest.

“He's typically lingering nearby, indulging in those rotten apples from the market,” you remarked with a gentle chuckle, reminiscing about Octavius's eating preferences. “Personally, I find the cherries to be far superior.” Satoru dismissed your words as you began to trail off, not bothering to pay full attention to you and your stories, his focus fixed on finding his father. Impatiently, he stopped his walking, retracting his hand as he shot you a glare full of annoyance. “Could you please take me where my father is? I don’t have time for idle chatter. We have been walking for a while, do you really know where he is?.” Taking in his words, your expression faltered before you quickly composed yourself with a nod. It was understandable, you thought. He hasn’t seen his father for three years. You’re his wife, and a good wife is patient and understanding even if sometimes your husband’s words may be hurtful.

“Of course, my apologies for the distraction. I completely forgotten why are we here.” Satoru realized he had been too harsh on you, and before he could apologize to you, you walked ahead of him prompting him to follow.

“What are you standing there for? Come along.”

After what felt like ages, you both came to a halt in front of a grand old library, as a rush of memories flooded Satoru’s mind. He remembered when he was younger after his lessons hours, his father would take him to buy books, nurturing his love for reading. His father harbored a deep desire for a library, along with the wish to immerse himself in the world of music. However, the demand of his job with his loan company has kept him chained to endless hours of work, until the company eventually went bankrupt. His mother claimed that his father was solely responsible for the mismanagement of his prosperous company, but Satoru thinks otherwise. He knew his father was well capable of the job. He knew his father to be intelligent and persuasive, qualities that didn’t align with the image of someone who would neglect his own company. Satoru had long suspected that something was behind his father’s bankruptcy. However, he didn’t have time to test his theories.

You stepped forward towards the door, turning to Satoru as you spoke. “Wait here. I’ll check if he’s inside.” before disappearing into the library. All Satoru could do now was wait anxiously outside the library.

As you ventured further into the library, darkness shrouded your surroundings, with only the feeble glow of the moon casting a faint illumination, making it challenging to discern your way through the dimly lit space. “Hello, is anyone here?” You called while searching for a match and a candle to provide you light. You paused your search as a faint light from upstairs caught your attention. Gradually, the silhouette of an older man emerged from the shadows, until his full figure was revealed with his inseparable crow companion perched upon his shoulder. A sense of warmth flooded over you as you smiled widely at the sight of your longtime friend.

“Octavius.”

Upon hearing your voice, Octavius turned his light towards you, his lips curling into a smile mirroring yours with the exact amount of affection. “Darling. It’s been quite some time since we last met.” He says with genuine appreciation, missing the days both of you spent together talking endlessly. It’s been months since he last saw you, as you insisted on staying buried under your usual spot under the tree, patiently waiting for Satoru’s arrival every day.

“I couldn’t agree more!”

Octavius chuckled softly, the sound echoing faintly in the quiet confines of the library. “What brings you here today, dear? Is there something I can do for you?”

“No, no. That’s not the case. I’m not here to burden you with my matters—”

“(Y/N).” his voice interposed disrupting your train of words. “You know very well that’s not true. Do not hesitate to seek my counsel, for I shall forever be at your disposal.”

Exhaling softly, you nod in affirmation to his discourse before commencing to elucidate the motives behind your visit to Octavius. “It’s a long story to tell. However, there’s someone outside whom I must introduce you—someone eagerly awaiting to meet you.”

“Oh, who might this eager visitor be?” Octavius queried with intrigue.

“You will see.”

“(Y/N), you're well aware of my distaste for surprises. Despite the fact my heart has stopped beating, this old man can still experience the sensation of a heart-stopping moment.” he quipped with a playful lilt adopting the tone of a father scolding his daughter.

You laughed.

“You're quite the dramatist, Octavius. Some things never change.” you teased, turning to exit the library and let Satoru in at once. However, just before departing, you glanced back at Octavius. “Oh, I almost forgot to mention. Le Comte de Monte-Cristo. Splendid. It has secured a place among my most cherished literary treasures.”

“I told you, didn’t I? The book is sheer perfection. Experiencing the emotions of a wronged man through the book is an incomparable feeling.”

“Indeed. I couldn't help but empathize with Dante's plight. Having your planned life ahead of you only to be taken away from wicked men.” you replied, continuing your conversation with Octavius about the recently read book he recommended to you. Reflecting on the parallels between the book's narrative and your own experiences. Your voice trailed off, standing in a moment of silence before you began to speak once again meeting his gaze. “Remarkably familiar, wouldn't you agree?”

Octavius cast a glance back at you, his gaze softened, recalling the tragedy of your fate.

“Now, now. It's not the moment for dwelling on the past, my dear.” Octavius gently intervened, pulling you out of your reverie. “Let’s welcome this special guest you’re so eager to present.” You nodded, refocusing on the purpose of your visit: to reunite your husband with his beloved father.

Noticing your prolonged absence, Octavius made his way downstairs, using the flickering light of a candle to guide him through the labyrinth of books. He sought to recommend a novel with a lighter, and more romantic storyline to uplift your spirits. After feeling a twinge of guilt because of the earlier conversation you both exchanged. With the sound of approaching footsteps echoing softly in the library, Octavius remained absorbed in his search among the books, his fingertips delicately tracing the textures “Ah, darling, I was just perusing for a new novel for you to enjoy. Considering your fondness for romance. I thought 'Middlemarch' might be a splendid choice. It boasts an excellent plot and remarkable prose. I'm certain you'll adore it.” He trailed off, turning to face you taking the book in hand. Yet as he turned, the book slipped from his bony fingers, his eyes widening in disbelief at the sight before him.

“Satoru?” Octavius gasped, his voice barely above a whisper. How was his son down here? No, he cannot be dead, his son’s skin yet hasn’t lost its color. He’s too young to be dead! It’s too early for them to meet up again. His mind reeled with confusion as he struggled to comprehend everything. Satoru's eyes shimmered with unshed tears as he looked back at his father, meeting the form of his father after three long years. His poor father appeared more frail, his white hair thinner, his skin paler than ever, his bones showing off from his arms and his once vibrant blue eyes dulled with age. Despite these noticeable changes, along with the fact he’s meeting the deceased form of his father, Satoru couldn’t care less.

“Father,” Satoru called out, his voice thick with emotion, as tears of joy threatened to spill from his eyes, unable to believe they were finally reunited. Setting aside his light and his animal companion flying off his shoulder, he hurried towards his son. Without hesitation, he enveloped the tall figure of his son, holding him tightly close, still in a state of shock. Satoru released a quivering breath, his emotions overwhelming him while tears streamed down his cheeks. “Father.” he cried out once again. Satoru's embrace tightened as if he feared that loosening his grip would cause his father to vanish into thin air.

“Satoru, son.” his father whispered, his voice filled with emotion, “what are you doing here? You can't be here, not yet.”

Satoru chuckled through his tears, shaking his head as he continued to hold onto his father. “Don't worry about it, Father. I'll explain everything to you.”

For what felt like an eternity, they lingered in each other's embrace, time seeming to stand still as they reveled in the joy of their reunion.

“What!” his father's startled voice resonated through the desolate library, shattering the peaceful ambiance that had settled around them. “You're engaged to (Y/N)?”

Satoru heaved a weary sigh, nodding silently from his seat. “Believe me, Father. Everything is so confusing to me.”

“But, how?” His father's question lingered in the air, demanding further explanation. “Were you acquainted with her? When?” His father’s gaze bore into him, seeking clarity. “Did you truly exchange vows with her?”

“No!” He exclaimed, the words bursting forth. “It was all a mistake! I was meant to marry someone else.”

“Someone else? What do you mean?”

“Mother had arranged a marriage for me with the daughter of an affluent family,” Satoru lamented, his frustration evident in his speech. “We were slated to wed, yet due to a series of unfortunate circumstances, I am now entangled in an undesirable bond with a mere cadaver.”

His father absorbed Satoru’s words in silence, his eyes focused intently on the table before him. “It appears your mother failed to uphold my final wish for your future.” Raising his eyes to meet Satoru’s eyes, he asked with a solemn tone. “Do you hold affection for this woman?” His father’s question caught Satoru off guard, causing him to pause and reflect. Did he harbor genuine affection for Catherine?

“Though, my acquaintance with her may have been short. I was willing to give Catherine a chance. Love doesn’t magically appears, it grows.” Satoru confessed.

“What about (Y/N)? She didn't mean any harm.” his father reassured “Poor dear sought comfort in your presence to alleviate her solitude. You've shared a connection with her for two years, cherishing the moments you shared with her through your dreams. In a way, you've held affection for her, even if the affection you believed was for someone who didn't exist. If you were willing to give Catherine a chance, why can't you give (Y/N) a chance? Or is it because she is dead?”

“Yes, precisely because she's dead!” Satoru's voice resonated with frustration as he emphasized his point. “Can't you see? I could never marry her!”

Satoru's breaths grew heavier as he released his burdens, however, the sudden sympathetic regard from his father made him redirect his focus. Slowly turning around, Satoru saw you. As you were silently listening to their conversation. How much did you listen to? Standing there, you gaze at both of them with an expression that tugs at Satoru's heartstrings. Without uttering a word, you approached him, while avoiding his intense blue eyes. Now in front of him, you delicately disengaged the ring from your skeletal finger, bestowing it upon his palm. Your voice, scarcely more than a fragile whisper, as you said the following words, “I believe this belongs to you.”

In silence, Satoru witnessed your departure while a soft breeze gently lifted your torn veil, carrying it aloft in a poignant farewell. Despite the apparent closure, an unforeseen melancholy enveloped his spirit. He ought to have felt emancipated, liberated from a commitment borne of misinterpretation. Yet, your leaving left him feeling strangely hollow. Contemplating the ring now nestled in his hand, he was unsure of who this ring belonged to anymore.

Catherine stood before her reflection, as her maid adjusted the final embellishments of her bridal attire. Despite the turmoil within, she dared not shed a tear, constrained by the expectations placed upon her. As a bride who harbored no aspirations for matrimonial bliss, she bore the burden of her predicament with a heavy heart. In her vulnerability, her thoughts wandered to Satoru, a luminary amidst the gloom of her circumstances.

“Where are you, Satoru?” she silently pleaded, her heart yearning for his comforting presence. Despite her initial reservations about their engagement, once she met Satoru, he managed to break her walls down. The idea of facing the challenges ahead with a friend like Satoru by her side offered a semblance of comfort. Now, on the brink of union with Mr. Zenin, Catherine's spirit breaks. The prospect of forsaking the bond she shared with Satoru rents her soul asunder. Expecting her wedding day to be a harbinger of happiness, Catherine now stood in the dimly lit church, her senses dulled as she absorbed the echo of Mr. Zenin's vows. While the attendees were wearing solemn expressions, appeared eager for the ceremony to conclude as soon as possible.

Catherine now finds herself enveloped in a state of detachment, her body present but her mind adrift in a realm far removed from the present moment. The touch of Mr. Zenin's arm around her waist repulsed her. Her spirit ached for liberation from the shackles of this marital prison, She dreaded the touch of Mr. Zenin, and its suffocating weight. Following the exchange of vows and the priest's proclamation of their union, Catherine raised her gaze, tears glistening in her brown eyes. Each tear bore witness to the silent suffering she is enduring in the depths of her heart.

“Catherine, you are finally mine.” Mr. Zenin declared, leaning in to place a kiss upon Catherine's cheek. Forcing herself to stay still to receive his displays of fake affection. At that moment, Catherine came to the stark realization that she was utterly alone in the world.

As Satoru trailed after you, a tumult of emotions churned within him, burdened by the weight of guilt for inadvertently causing you pain. He had never intended to hurt you, he never meant to hurt anyone. Satoru went to the lengths of seeking guidance from the deceased, after learning your popularity among them. A man with a sword across his chest confirmed he had spotted you near their bar—the very place where you bought Satoru. He made his way to the tavern, and upon reaching its entrance, he was greeted by the delicate tones of a piano resonating in the empty locale. The melancholy melody being played for an absent audience. Satoru stepped inside, and as he advanced further, he caught sight of you at the organ, your back turned toward him. He couldn’t see your face, however it was easy to guess how you were feeling by the tones you were playing saturated with sorrow. Satoru drew nearer, positioning himself beside the organ.

“I apologize for my earlier words. I never meant to hurt you. It's just...” He paused, exhaling deeply before continuing. “Everything happened so quickly. I needed a moment to collect my thoughts.” Taking a seat beside you at the bench, he sought your gaze, yet you remained focused on the instrument, your fingers gracefully dancing across the keys. “I'm sorry for any misunderstandings. I should have been honest with you from the start—”

“It’s fine.” Your soft voice interjected as the melody ceased, though your gaze remained fixed on the keys “I shouldn’t be so naive. There's no nothing to forgive; I was the one who forced you to come down here in the first place.”

In the hush of the moment, Satoru's gaze remained fixed on the keys before him as he summoned the courage to voice one of his lingering uncertainties. “During those two years, were you there, quietly listening, keeping me company in the woods?” Your lack of response served as an eloquent confirmation.

“For two years, you stood by me, unbeknownst to me.” Satoru reflected with incredulous laughter. “I didn't know you at all, not in the physical sense. Yet, you still awaited my arrival every day for two years.”

“Why?” Satoru's question lingered, leaving you unable to provide an answer.

With a shaky sigh, you eventually admitted. “I found solace in your companionship. While listening to your poetic ramblings, as well as the way you express your emotions in solitude, believing you have no one to share them with. And your drawings, the ones you dismiss as 'not accurate,' when in truth, they are the most beautiful creations I've ever seen. And the time we've shared, even if only within the realm of your dreams... was among the most cherished experiences of my life. I simply find contentment in your presence.”

“I desired you to witness the best version of myself, fearing you might be disillusioned by my true appearance. When I heard you speak your vows, pure elation swept over me. So, I brought you here, convinced those vows were meant for me. However... I was too consumed by my own happiness to discern that your sentiments towards me were quite the opposite.” You trailed off with a wistful smile danced across your lips. “You're light, illuminating the paths of those lost in the dark. Your presence has profoundly enriched my life, without you even realizing it. In many ways, you saved me. It's quite amusing to say that when I'm already dead.” After some moments of silence, your fingers rested on the piano’s keys once again playing your previous melody.

Satoru found himself taken aback by the profound depths of your heartfelt confession, his innermost sentiments stirred by the sincerity of your words, yet incapable of expressing the intricate blend of emotions swirling within him. Observing your resumption of the melody, he was overcome by an irresistible impulse to participate, delicately extending his hand to caress the keys from his vantage point, momentarily interrupting the ethereal ambiance of your composition. Startled by this unexpected interjection, you paused and lifted your gaze to meet his, curiosity reflected in your eyes. Satoru let out a relieved smile upon seeing your eyes again. When Satoru asked if he could play a piece for you, you nodded stiffly, your hands resting on your lap as you allowed him to take over the piano. Starting softly, his notes echoed the melancholic undertones of your previous melody, but as the piece unfolded, the volume swelled and his fingers danced across the keys with practiced ease, as though the music flowed effortlessly from within him. Listening to his composition, a sense of déjà vu washed over you, recognizing the melody as something familiar, yet unable to place it. Before you knew it, your fingers found their way to the organ, seamlessly blending into Satoru's piece as the two of you created a harmonious melody together. In that sublime moment of shared musical communion, your eyes met in a silent exchange, each glance suffused with an unspoken understanding and connection that transcended the boundaries of spoken language.

Both of your fingers ceased their movements, bringing the beautiful melody to a gentle stop.

Satoru's smile grew as he spoke, “Do you happen to recognize this piece?”

You nodded, allowing a smile to grace your lips as well. “I do, but strangely, I can't recall where I heard it.”

“It was my father's cherished composition.” His words hung in the air, and at that moment, a profound memory stirred within you, unlocking a hidden piece of your past.

The sunlight on that particular day felt unusually warm, its rays enveloping you in a comforting embrace as you made your way out of the gardens. Entering the musical room, you paused at the doorway, captivated by the sight of Octavius already engrossed in playing a melody you had never heard before. Respecting his concentration, you lingered silently, allowing the symphony of notes to wash over you in a mesmerizing wave.

When Octavius eventually ceased playing and glanced back at you, “How long were you standing there, dear?” he asked.

“Long enough to witness such a masterpiece.” you replied warmly, appreciating the sentiment behind his composition.

With a gesture, Octavius invited you to join him at the bench, which you accepted without hesitation. “I composed this piece for my son.” he revealed, prompting your curiosity.

“Your son?” you inquired.

Octavius nodded, a hint of concern resting in his eyes. “Yes, my 12-year-old son. Sometimes, I worry that he feels alone in this world. So I composed this piece, so when he feels lonely he can feel my presence through it.” A gentle smile graced his lips as he continued, “Would you like to meet him? He's a polite and friendly boy, with a great passion for music and books. I'm certain the two of you will get along just fine.”

Touched by Octavius's openness and the opportunity to meet his son, you nodded eagerly, grateful for the chance to have a connection with someone who shared your love for the arts.

Lost in thought, you hadn't realized you were zoning out until Satoru's worried voice broke through your reverie, calling out to you. Startled, you blinked and refocused your attention, turning towards him with a sheepish smile.

Standing up, you extended your hand to Satoru, with a determined gleam in your eyes. “Come with me.” Satoru sensing your determination, he took your hand, ready to follow wherever you led.

“Please, Octavius. There has to be something you can do.” You pleaded.

Octavius sighed deeply, his eyes closing momentarily as he wrestled with your request. "It is unnatural and perhaps risky, but surely there's a book for it.” he conceded reluctantly.

Satoru, perplexed by the exchange, he approached with a furrowed brow and a hand gently placed upon your shoulder, urging you to face him. “(Y/N). What’s going on? What are you talking about?”

Your response was but a sheepish smile, accompanied by a gentle pat upon his hand before withdrawing. “A solution has been found.”

“Here it is—” Octavius's voice interjected after some moments of searching and inspecting the book's contents, as he descended the stairs, carrying a large book with him. “This will do.” As Octavius presented the large book containing the sought-after solution, you stepped forward to retrieve it, walking towards Satoru and extending the book to him. Puzzled, Satoru stared down at you, his confusion palpable.

“This volume contains the pathway to return to the realm of the living. There is still time, but haste is paramount.” Satoru lifted the book from your skeletal hands, a sense of unease crept over him, a nagging feeling that something wasn't right.

“I’m not going back.” Satoru declared firmly, his statement catching you off guard with its unexpectedness.

“What?”

“Son, what do you mean?” Octavius interjected, moving forward to stand beside you, both of you staring at Satoru with a blend of perplexity and apprehension.

“I said, I’m not going back. There's no point in returning.” Satoru clarified, his gaze locking onto yours with a poignant intensity. He gently took your hand in his and withdrew the ring from his pocket, the one you had given him earlier under the impression it didn't belong to you. With a tender touch, he slid it onto your finger.

“Satoru?”

“Marry me.” You stood rooted to the spot, enveloped by the weight of his request, feeling the gravity of the moment press upon you from all sides.

“Son, you must know what you are getting yourself into. As you can see, my dear (Y/N) is dead. Your marriage will pose complications; the vows are solemnized only until death do you part, and death has already parted her. For it to be an authentic union, it demands a significant sacrifice.” You released Satoru and turned to face Octavius.

“You mean?”

“Satoru would have to forsake the life he once knew and renew his vows in the realm of the living, partaking in the sacred wine of ages.” Octavius elucidated further.

“Poison.” you gasped, the word heavy on your tongue. Turning to Satoru, your eyes pleaded with him, filled with desperation., you begged, “Satoru, you see? You can’t do this. I could never ask you this. You’re young and have a whole life ahead of you, Our time ran out, but there’s still time for you—”

“I will do it.” Satoru interrupted firmly, his resolve unwavering.

“No. You don’t know what are you saying.” you protested.

“If it entails sacrificing my life to be with you and my father down here, then I shall do so.” Satoru declared resolutely, taking your hand once again.

Overwhelmed by his declaration, you turned to Octavius for support, “Octavius, you must get your son to think right.”

Octavius sighed. “I will respect whatever decision my son takes. There’s nothing I can do.”

Satoru pulled you towards him, his gaze softening with tenderness. “Marry me, (Y/N). Properly this time. I will not let you suffer alone anymore.”

“What about Catherine?” You whispered.

“Catherine is a part of my past, a chapter that is now being closed. What matters now is us.” Despite the sincerity in his eyes, you couldn't shake the lingering doubt that lingered within your heart. Yet you find yourself accepting in the end. For so long you have yearned for this moment, now that you have it, you can't let his chance slip through your fingers so easily.

“Gather around everybody. A proper wedding shall take place back in the realm of the living and each of you is cordially invited to bear witness. Let us unite in celebration and love as my fiancé and I will embark on this journey together.”

“Thank you all for gathering here today to celebrate my union between myself and my beloved wife, Catherine.” Mr. Zenin addressed the gathering, his words carrying a weight of solemnity. “I vow before you all to be a steadfast companion to Catherine, offering my unwavering support through every joy and trail that life may present.” As he raised his glass of champagne in a toast, the guest remained indifferent to the gloomy union, obligated to witness. As for Catherine, she was lost in thought, unmoved by her husband’s words, her gaze distant and unfocused. “This day shall forever be etched in memory as the day I am blessed to call Catherine my own, and I swear to all of you that I will—”

Before Mr. Zenin could continue, the moment was shattered by a cacophony of screams echoing from outside. Panic ensued as the guests scrambled to their feet, their expressions wrought with concern as they went out to see what was the commotion about. Once they did, their eyes widened in horror at the surreal sight that greeted them; the undead walking among them! Their grotesque forms descended upon the town. The guests fled from the wedding party seeking refuge from the nightmare unfolding before their eyes. Between the chaos, Catherine despite the lingering fear inside her, she remains calm. Her eyes fixed on the procession of the undead making their way towards the town’s church. Without hesitation, she followed in their wake, her wedding dress trailing behind her. She couldn’t care less now that her husband ran off scared. As she makes her way to see who this strange wedding belongs to.

Once their beloved guests were settled into the church of the living, Octavius stayed behind with his son before the ceremony, placing a comforting hand upon Satoru’s shoulder. “Son, are you absolutely certain about your decision?” He was sure. He was ready to take responsibility and form a life with you even if it meant he would die.

Satoru met his father’s gaze and nodded resolutely. “Yes, father. I am certain. I cannot deny that I was initially overcome by fear and frustration, unable to comprehend the unfolding events. But now, I’m sure she is the one destined to walk by my side.” He admitted, his tone tinged with a sense of vulnerability. “What I regret is that we did not cross paths sooner, thinking that if we did. Perhaps, she will still be alive. For two long years, she waited faithfully for me and now I refuse to let her wait a moment longer. Today, I shall stand as her husband.”

“Finally, my son is marrying for love. That’s all ever I wish for you.” His father expressed with a touch of emotion.

Satoru’s smile widened as he nodded at his father’s words. “I will make you proud.”

“You have already done so,” his father affirmed, his hand tenderly caressed his cheek before letting go. “Now, go and make (Y/N) yours.”

As Satoru stood at the altar, he learned a couple of things in this unexpected journey. Despite the barriers of physical appearance and mortality, his love for you remains. With a new clarity, he pledged to honor and cherish you for all eternity. That’s the least he can do for you. As you entered the church, holding the dead bouquet that had accompanied you since the day you departed from the realm of the living, Satoru’s heart swelled with awe. Despite your bones sticking out, you exuded a timeless beauty that took his breath away. He regretted not having noticed your beauty sooner. As you got closer, Satoru took hold of you, standing together now as you prepared to exchange vows properly this time.

“With this hand, I shall lift the burden of your sorrows. Your cup shall never run dry, for I shall be your wine.” He recites now with ease the vows, holding the empty cup in his hand.

You found yourself gazing into those mesmerizing eyes, each hue reminiscent of the depths of the clear sky. You began to recite your vows as well, your voice carrying the weight of your love and commitment. “With this hand, I shall lift the burden of your sorrows.” You took hold of the wine ages, to pour it down Satoru’s cup. “Your cup shall never run dry, for I shall be—” For I shall be.

What are you doing?

You halted your vows, as your eyes fell upon a feminine figure observing the ceremony from the shadows.

Catherine?

A surge of conflicting emotions washed over you. This is wrong. Satoru’s smile waned as he noticed your hesitation. He shoots you an encouraging gaze urging you to continue. Though, you still were struggling to find your voice, stumbling over your words, unable to complete your vows.

“For I shall be your wine.” Satoru finished your sentence, his hand reaching for the cup containing the deadly elixir. But you intervened before he could take a sip.

“I can’t.”

Satoru’s beating heart shattered into a million pieces. “Why?”

“This isn’t right.”

“How so?” Satoru inquired, gently lowering the cup to grasp both of your hands.

“Satoru, I was intended to belong to another. Meant to be someone else’s wife. But my dreams were stolen from me, and now…I’ve stolen them from someone else.”

“I know all about your past.” Satoru interjected squeezing your hands together. “But none of that matters to me. All that matters is the present and what we can built together.”

You shook your head stubbornly, feeling tears welling up in your eyes, unable to hold back the emotions swirling inside you. “This isn’t love. What you feel for me is empathy. For a woman who met a tragic fate. You don’t love me Satoru.”

“I do love you,” Satoru exclaimed, his voice filled with desperation. “Don’t you see that I’m willing to die for you? I may have not realized my love for you before but now I’m here to redeem my actions. My heart belonged to you the very moment I saw you in my dreams.”

Your closed your eyes, your breaths coming out heavy. “You love Catherine. Not me.”

“No, you’re wrong.”

Both you and Satoru adverted your gazes as a female voice interrupted your conversation. Catherine stepped from the shadows, making her presence known. Satoru’s eyes widened in surprise, his mind racing with questions about her sudden appearance.

“We thought if we force this feeling love eventually it will turn real love so we wouldn’t be lonely. Satoru. He wants you.”

You couldn’t fathom her assertion, shaking your head with a resigned expression. “How could you possibly know?”

“I see it.” She insisted as she approached closer. Catherine then intertwined your hand with Satoru’s, her voice carrying a solemn assurance. “His love for you is genuine. Whatever sentiments he may have harbored for me were purely friendship.”

As she offered her reassurance with her kind words, Satoru’s gaze softened as he looked down at her, a profound sense of gratitude evident in his eyes.

“I love you, (Y/N).” Satoru’s voice was filled with sincerity and earnestness as he spoke, his eyes pleading with you to understand the depth of his feelings. “Please let me marry you today.”

He cradled your countenance in his palms as he inclined to savor your frigid lips bereft of vitality, while your tears entwined with the fervent kiss. You tried to resist him, yet you find yourself powerless, unable to deny the hold he has over your heart. Thus, you yielded, the profound affection you harbor for him overwhelms your every resistance. The embrace of the kiss loosens its hold, and he still cradles your face unable to let you go.

“Have you lost your senses? You've just kissed a dead person.” You uttered with a tearful chuckle.

“Dearest soon enough, I'll be in the same state.” He leaned in, his lips meeting the icy surface of your cheek in a gentle kiss.

“Ah, weddings! A scene that never fails to moisten my eyes. Yet, I must confess, a ceremony such as this—a bride from the realm of the departed, and a groom among the living—surely stands as a unique testament to the enduring power of love. Nevertheless, do we not all cherish tales of joyful resolutions?” Naoya's unexpected entrance into the church was marked by a calculated grin, his blonde locks framing his confident countenance as he surveyed the gloomy scene, his gaze inevitably drawn to his wife, Catherine standing beside the couple.

“Catherine, my dear, it is time to return home.” He declared, his tone tinged with an authoritative command. Catherine recoiled subtly at the sound of his voice, whispering a soft denial. Mr. Zenin, displeased by her response, advanced towards Catherine, seizing her wrist with an iron grip, compelling her to comply, eliciting gasps of astonishment from the gathered guests.

“You are mine to take! Where do you think you are going? Your dowry is my entitlement; do not forget the purpose behind our union!”

Catherine struggled against his hold, fixing him with a defiant glare. “What wealth? We possess none! This marriage was intended to salvage my family from ruin!”

“What!”Mr. Zenin erupted before he could respond further.

Satoru intervened, “Release her.”

Mr. Zenin turned to face Satoru with a scowl etched upon his features, his grip tightening around Catherine's wrist. “She's my wife, and I have the prerogative to do as I please with her.”

Amid the chaos, time seemed to pause as you recognized the man before you, memories of heartache flooding back at the sight of him. “Naoya?” Your voice pierced through the clamor, drawing his gaze toward you with immediate intensity upon hearing his name spoken by your lips.

“(Y/N)?”

“Our union shall forever be thwarted by the stringent decree of our family. My dearest, I find myself incapable of enduring another fleeting moment bereft of your presence. My affection for you knows no bounds, and I shall traverse any obstacle to claim you as my own.” Naoya proclaims, enfolding you closely against his chest, his lips tenderly grazing the crown of your head.

“Your sentiments mirror the intensity of my own, my beloved. The anguish of separation rends my very soul.” You reciprocate.

Naoya relinquishes the embrace, cradling your visage as his lips tenderly caress yours with fervent ardor, leaving you breathless.

“Let us elope. We must not allow ourselves to be ensnared by the strictures imposed upon us.” He proposes, his suggestion instilling a tremor of fear within you, yet overridden by the depth of your love for him.

“We shall convene within the bosom of the woodland at the stroke of midnight. Thereafter, we shall carve out our destiny together, emancipated from the shackles of societal convention.”

“Will you ever find satisfaction?” you queried, your voice trembling with poignant emotion. “I might have eventually forgiven your plundering of my riches, leaving me bereft and awaiting our union. But why… why did you have to snatch away my life as well?”

You can still keenly remember the feeling of his sword cleaving through your chest, the excruciating pain that tore through you, and the icy tendrils of the air wrapped around you while you lay there, bleeding out no one to offer solace or bid you farewell. Surrendering yourself to the inevitability of death, you found no escape, no alternative but to embrace the abyss that awaited.

“I didn't deserve that.” You whispered, tears tracing their path down your cheeks, a silent testament of your pain.

Satoru's inner fury simmered, his sense of indignation growing with each passing moment. He couldn't fathom the selfishness of the man before him, who callously stole your life for his own desires.

“Naoya.” a voice intervened, adding another layer of intensity to the scene. Naoya's grasp on Catherine loosened, allowing her to rush to your side.

“How's that bastard of your father doing?” Octavius now asked, standing before the blond man, his tone dripping with disdain.

“Octavius?” Naoya whispered, a flicker of recognition igniting within him as he beheld the deceased form of his father's former business partner.

“I see that you've inherited his foul blood, brimming with selfishness, ugliness, and pride.” Octavius spat, his words laced with venom. “You killed an innocent woman, deceitfully leading her on false promises—with the very things she held dear. Your family is nothing but a brood of vultures, feasting on the vulnerable. Your father ruined me, stripping away every ounce of my hard earned fortune, leaving my family defenseless. But that wasn’t enough, was it? Now you’ve followed in your father’s despicable footsteps by taking (Y/N)‘s life. I pray that you and your vile kin never found peace. For I know someone as wretched as yourself will never find redemption.”

Naoya erupted into laughter, his sarcasm dripping from every word. “You’re a fool, Octavius.” He taunted. “My father merely exploited your naivety to his advantage. Don’t blame me for it.”

His laughter abruptly ceased as a firm grip seized his shoulder. “That’s enough.” Satoru interjected, his eyes ablaze with a dangerous rage.

Naoya scoffed, shrugging off Satoru’s grip on his shoulder. In a swift motion, he lunged towards one of the guests, seizing a sword protruding from their open chest. “I refuse to leave here without my wife!”

“(Y/N), take Catherine with you.”

You complied at Satoru’s command, positioning Catherine behind you.

Naoya’s eerie laughter rang inside the church, his voice dripping with arrogance. “Do I have to kill you too?” He sneered.

“Satoru!” His father’s voice thundered, hurling a sword towards his son to equalize the confrontation. Now both men were engaged in a battle of life and death, their swords clashing against each other, the metallic clang reverberating through the room. While Naoya was a skilled swordsman, Satoru was inexperienced in the art of combat. Though, he fought with raw determination, as they were both thrown around, refusing to yield. Blinded by rage, Satoru unleashed a fierce strike that sent Naoya crashing to he ground, his arm slashed by the force of the blow.

“What are you waiting for?” Naoya tainted with a mocking smile, challenging him to end his life. “Kill me!!”

He hungers to end his life for the pain his father inflicted upon Octavius, his malevolence in ending your life as well for forcing Catherine’s hand in marriage.

In a moment of clarity, the thirst for vengeance fades from his eyes, as he lowered his sword, catching Naoya off guard. “Your fate is not mine to decide.” Satoru proclaimed, turning away and motioning for you to take his sword. Descending from the altar, you approached, ready to meets out your own justice. Lifting the sword with both of your hands, you prepared to strike. Naoya gasped in fear, shutting his eyes together to the incoming attack, however it never came. Confusion etched across his face as he looked up at you, only to be met with a cold, unwavering glare.

“I refuse to let your blood stain my hands.” You declared, tossing the sword across the room, and turning to your guests with a serene smile. “My beloved guests, the celebration shall continue. Join us for an after-party.” They chattered among them with eerie and anticipated smiles, as they circled around Naoya’s fallen form. Naoya’s cries of desperation echoed through the hall, but you remained unmoved by his pleas, allowing the deceased to drag Naoya away to face the most appalling punishments reserved for those as wicked as him.

Approaching Satoru and Catherine, you initiated with a genteel squeeze of Catherine's hand, imparting a gracious smile. "I extend my deepest gratitude," you conveyed with earnestness. Catherine reciprocated with a nod, gently returning the pressure of your hand. “There's no need to thank me.”

Releasing Catherine's hand, you turned towards Satoru, who already held the chalice containing the wine of ages. Despite his prior avowal of readiness to offer himself for you, an insatiable need for confirmation lingered. Satoru nodded with a steadfast demeanor, his grasp on your hand unwavering. “Without a doubt.” he asserted with conviction.

Satoru remains true to his word, committing to spend an eternity by your side in the realm of the deceased. Perhaps, amid the vast expanse of eternity, both of you may find each other once more in another life, vowing never to forget one another. This time around, you plan to live a longer life, cherishing every moment together and appreciating the time you have without regrets.

Author’s Note Please don’t let this fic flopped I really worked hard on this one. Please check out my other works at my page, thanks for reading!!

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jenscx · 11 months

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FATE — huh yunjin x f!reader

it’s been two years since yunjin had broken up with you, but fate brings you to korea, and into yunjin’s arms.

TAGS — fluff, angst, exes to lovers, cursing, wanted to write a super angsty one but felt bad for my wife yunjin :((

WORDCOUNT — 2.6k

yunjin breaks up with you through a phone call. it’s embarrassing, her voice sounding through your phone explaining and rambling while you try your best not to cry in a random starbucks.

“—and it’s not you, like seriously, it’s just our time differences and i can’t be in a relationship if i want to debut.” you grip your phone a little tighter.

“you told me you were going there to visit family. not to debut or even train again,” memories of yunjin reassuring you flash through your head and you can just hear the grimace in her voice.

your girlfriend continues, “i know what i said, it’s just, they asked and this is all i’ve ever wanted.”

“so that text from yesterday was a lie? telling me that you missed me so much and couldn’t wait to come back?” you hiss as quietly as possible, feeling more furious rather than sad at this point.

yunjin goes quiet for a second before sighing, “i do miss you and i miss new york too but i can’t give up on my dream. i’m sorry, y/n.”

you think of your girlfriend’s past endearing words and they only fan the flames burning inside you. ( “y/n? are you still there?” ) and at that moment, you no longer feel any sort of affection for huh yunjin, only disappointment that she lied to you and then broke up with you through a two minute phone call.

“i hope i never see you again, jennifer. bye.”

it’s been two years since the breakup and you glared at anyone who brought it up. it was a sensitive subject and you would rather spend your time thinking of anything else but yunjin. yet, you feel exhilarated. a sample of your mix had somehow worked its way to hybe and the producers there had reached out to you, an opportunity anyone would give anything for.

a ticket headed to south korea was booked and you stood in the airport, giving your teary goodbyes to your family. you had tried to build up your korean a few weeks beforehand and maybe, you could understand it more than the average foreigner.

after all, if you were to potentially be signed to hybe, you might just end up migrating there and a little korean could help you out.

“be good, i don't want to see my only daughter ending up a prisoner,” your dad says.

you laugh, affronted, “why would i do anything that would warrant jail time?”

he shrugs and you give your parents one final hug before departing for the gates.

excitement fills your veins and you are soon jittering with nervousness. as soon as they announce boarding, you rush onto the plane, a newfound enthusiasm for your future.

maybe you could meet blackpink there, but yg and hybe don’t really collaborate often, you thought.

or maybe if the whole hybe thing doesn’t work out, you could try for the black label and end up producing for somi. that would be fun.

your fantasies entertain you for the rest of the flight and sleep overtakes you at the later part. it is a 14 hour flight after all. you dream of soft brown eyes and even softer black hair.

it’s around 10 o’clock in the morning when your plane lands and surprisingly, you feel well-rested. it’s surreal that you were finally in korea and as you wait for the designated driver to pick you up, a crowd of fans rushes past you, camera flashes going off at lightning speed.

“ah, isn’t that lesserafim? they just came back from japan,” a stranger remarked while passing by. you tense up. the group, lesserafim, familiar yet painful at the same time. you clench your eyes shut, not willing to make any sort of contact with one particular member.

however, your body gravitates towards the crowd and the sight of the group’s success before you grips your heart painfully.

she left for a good cause.

“kazuha! look here!”

“chaewon! chaewon! do a heart with sakura!”

“eunchae-ssi, do a heart!”

just as you’re about to leave, someone calls out.

“yunjin! look here!”

unfortunately, the person who had yelled stood next to you and even though your head was screaming at you to run, your legs stayed rooted and you’re forced to face the girl who had broken your heart.

“y/n?” she mouthed, eyes widening. you pulled the cap on your head downwards and gulped. should i just run and hope she thinks i’m just her hallucination?

unluckily (or luckily for future you), neither you nor yunjin move away and you’re stuck in a staring contest with your ex.

she did nothing and snapped her smiling façade back on her face but her gaze wandered to you occasionally.

you thought back to your words, “i never want to see you again.” yeah, that was how it should be and your body finally cooperated as you pulled yourself out of her trance, away from the crowd.

you stare at the building, a modern, skyscraper corporate building that spoke of the company’s success.

“hello,” you greet the bodyguards stationed at the front and head in. it was pristine and honestly, you would die to work here every day. there was a cafe and everything, you promised yourself to get a snack later.

“oh, you’re the producer that no joohwan has a meeting with,” the receptionist says, “the twelfth floor, i think he’s in the studio.”

you nod and express your thanks before making your way up. despite the fact that you were about to talk to a hybe producer, your head was filled with thoughts of a particular idol under hybe. her blonde hair and bright eyes… why did she dye her hair? you frowned as the elevator dinged.

you’re greeted with a hallway and multiple doors. the sign above most reading, ‘practice room’ while the door at the end is a different colour.

you knocked and waited a couple seconds before opening it slightly.

a man sat before a layout of buttons and mixers that you were well familiar with and inside the recording booth, a sole girl looking at the lyric sheet.

“oh, hello, i wasn’t expecting you to be so early but come on in. you can take a seat there first while i finish up,” the producer, no joohwan, smiles. you nod and do so, not before recognising the girl inside as lesserafim’s chaewon.

“chaewon-ssi, let’s do the last verse, okay?”

“yes.”

you’re amazed at her voice and the way joohwan moves so fluidly around the mixer. it feels like it’s his second home and it probably was. it was like a performance artwork.

“i think that was good, we can wrap up here today,” joohwan says, “tell yunjin to drop by later, we need to record her verse too.”

even her name urges some sort of reaction out of you and maybe chaewon notices since she raises a questioning eyebrow but doesn’t say anything.

“okay,” joohwan turns to you when chaewon leaves the room, “so, i heard your mix and i think you’re just what our team needs. i think that you bring something new and i want you to work for hybe, or more specifically, source music.”

source music, the company lesserafim is under. you’re now in some dilemma because if you were to reach joohwan’s level, you would have to see the members during recording. the members, including yunjin. your head spins at the opportunity presented, either let your past relationship affect your future or forget about it.

you feel slightly bitter. yunjin chose her work over your relationship. she didn’t let you, no matter how much she loved you, affect her dreams.

“i would love to work for source music.”

you think you’ve made the right choice when joohwan takes your hand into a firm handshake, “i’m glad you chose our company! when i’m done recording with the girls, we can sign you to source music and draft up a contract.”

“okay, i’ll come in next week then?”

“yes, that would be great.” you don’t lie through your teeth when you tell him how much you appreciate the opportunity and joohwan seems genuinely excited for new ideas and samples.

as soon as you open the door however, your smile fades away as a blonde blocks your way.

“oh. you’re… here,” yunjin blinks. seeing her in close proximity brings up a lot of things you want to say to her. for example, you’re still so pretty ranging to i hate you and your stinking guts. but you don’t say any of those. you nod and then try to manoeuvre past her but she’s so much taller and stronger than you that your wrist just ends up in her grip. she drags you away while you struggle in her grasp and only stops when you two are both in an empty practice room, the door swiftly locked by yunjin.

“what are you doing!” you shriek, backing away from your ex-girlfriend but it seems, she has other plans that prevent your escape.

“no, what are you doing in korea?” yunjin retorts, “aren’t you meant to be in new york?”

“i’m here for a job, dumbass, so can i leave now?” you frown, not liking the way yunjin rests her gaze on you.

a moment of silence befalls the two of you, and of course, your temper runs short and it’s another episode of you trying to reach the locked door but yunjin’s arms reach you before you do.

her arms wrap around your waist and you writhe uncontrollably.

“jennifer! let. me. go!”

“no!”

you gasp, “what the hell do you mean, ‘no’!”

“i just wanna talk to you!”

“and i don’t want to talk to you!”

your ex-girlfriend pointedly ignores you until you stop trying to escape, too tired to fight back against the once comfortable embrace you wished for.

you pant, “what?”

“what?”

“what do you want to say? and it’s not nice just grabbing your ex— or anyone, like that!” you scoff.

yunjin releases her grip slightly but not enough for your body to wiggle out. she sits you both on the wooden floor and sighs.

“i…”

“what, jennifer? you wrestle me and then have nothing to say? you better start talking if not i’m leaving in five seconds.”

“okay, this isn’t how i envisioned our first meeting.”

“and i didn’t envision this at all,” you whisper under your breath, rolling your eyes. who the hell fantasises about meeting their ex again?

“can you stop saying shit and just listen?”

“no, jennifer, because you literally just kidnapped me!”

yunjin groans loudly, “oh my god, stop calling me jennifer!” her shout falters you and you stay quiet. a part of you is scared of her anger and another part wants to cry. cry that yunjin’s hold is so, so warm.

you hear yunjin take a deep breath.

“i regret breaking up with you.”

and it’s crazy that you don’t have a snarky remark to bite back. you don’t have any words at all because… well, why would yunjin ever regret that?

it got her famous, rich and her dream that she desired.

you feel her embrace you a little tighter again. at this point, your back was to her chest and she rested her head against your shoulder. it was like you two were cuddling, only that you were deathly upright and still. suddenly you hear sniffles and your shoulder getting wet.

“it was fine at first. i liked being an idol but i just… i’m sorry for leaving you. i was an idiot and i can’t tell you how much i’ve missed you,” yunjin cries into your shoulder, “i was so stupid to break up with the only person that supported me then… and i’m so sorry for being such a dumbass to ever let you go. i wanted to go back to new york and beg for you to take me back—”

“so why didn’t you?” you interrupt.

“i was scared, scared that i might see you with someone new and scared to face you again, but now that you’re here, all these emotions just rush out and fuck, i can’t stop crying. please, please let me try again, i won’t be the same idiot that breaks up with you. i’ll do anything for you, y/n.”

yunjin just sobs into your shoulder and there’s some mumbles that you can’t make out.

“jen,” you mutter softly, “i was so broken when you left me. you lied and then just broke up with me on the spot, and there’s still a little bit of my heart that hates you for it.” your ex-girlfriend’s body tenses up.

“the days after, i waited for any contact with you. maybe you would call, apologise and come back to new york, but a part of me knew that you would never. but i stayed, hoping,” you chuckle, “so much for wistful thinking. you haven’t changed much. but i did.”

yunjin inhales sharply.

“have you… moved on?” you can tell her cheeks are burning red at her curiosity despite her hair hiding her face.

“i could never move on, you know that right? i just had to change to become someone who would survive without you,” you turn around, facing the one that left you heartbroken in a starbucks two years ago. “you left so abruptly and… i can’t just forgive you instantly. also, i meant it when i said it wasn’t nice of you to just drag me in here.”

yunjin pouts, cheeks reddening further, “you would have ran away.”

you pinch her cheeks, “then you can chase me properly this time, instead of leaving again.”

she sighs into her hands.

“i wish i could turn back time and never leave you.”

you shake your head, “i’m still pissed at you. i think i had to change pillowcases every day since i cried into my pillow every time i thought of you.”

yunjin lets out a watery laugh.

“i’m sorry.”

“it’s okay. i became okay.”

“i just,” yunjin stutters, “missed you… way more than i thought. i love you, so much. fuck, why’d i ever think of leaving you?” she says the last part more to herself than you.

“let’s start slow, yunjin,” you offer the girl, who raises her eyebrows.

“yunjin?”

“everyone here calls you yunjin, shouldn’t i do the same?”

“but i like jen…”

you giggle, “okay jen, i’ll give you another chance.”

you swear that yunjin’s face brightens up tenfold when you let those words out.

lesserafim’s dating ban is lifted after five years. yunjin is more mature and so are you. you had recently celebrated your 27th birthday by flying back to new york (with yunjin tagging along) to visit your family.

after reaching incheon international airport, yunjin takes ahold of your hand and laughs, “this is the first time i saw you since we broke up. it’s so crazy that fate brought you here with me.”

you roll your eyes at her.

“you mean, you broke up with me, don’t make it into a mutual agreement,” you sass.

“yeah yeah, but i wanted to ask you something,” yunjin shifted uncomfortably, “y/n.”

“yes, jen?”

“we should start dating.”

“yeah? that’s not really asking anyway, more like stating,” you say.

yunjin is now the one rolling her eyes.

“is that a yes because i might just start crying.”

you give her silence before bursting into laughter at her worried expression.

“yes, you doofus.”

( “hey jen, you were kind of like joe jonas breaking up with taylor swift when you broke up with me.”

“oh my god, i was joe jonas.” )

#huh yunjin x reader #yunjin x reader #lesserafim x reader #lesserafim

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songsofadelaide · 4 days

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There was a travelling market selling foreign goods in your city. The little corner of festivity was brought along their prince's journey to this land.

Apart from your city's trade, the streets were bustling with activity from the travelling market too, so much so that the kingdom had to station local guards in the area to keep the peace and order. Upon hearing your family's maids' excited chatter about the place and all of the outlandish things for sale there, you couldn't help but want to go, too.

But a lady of a noble house should not be there. It was against your better judgement, but there must be some curiosities there that would sate your growing, thriving pursuit of knowledge— before your parents decide to give you away to some stranger from a strange land.

"My l— I mean, miss! Look over here, they have tomes that might be of interest to you!" One of your maids gently pulled you by the arm, causing you to bump into someone in the crowded street.

"Ah—"

The man with the piercingly haunting bright blue eyes turned in your direction, catching you before you could hit the ground.

Even dressed in a more subdued manner, someone with an eye for fine things will notice that you aren't like the ladies who accompanied you.

"Oh, my apologies, good sir, I—" Shoot. Your manner of speech—

"The way you carry yourself gives you away, my lady. What's a noble girl like you doing here?"

The man was dressed in Imperial garb, a lovely fur poncho over his fine clothing, his silver hair tousled by the pleasant breeze that swept through the busy streets. He was a foreigner, but strikingly handsome.

"Shouldn't you be preparing to meet the Imperial Prince Satoru?"

The tender smile that graced your face left so easily following that question. You scoffed at the stranger before allowing a small laugh to leave your lips. "I don't want to try so hard to please someone I've never met."

Oh, there you go again with your mouth. But oddly enough, the smile found its way to the handsome stranger's face. "Is that so? I suppose you'll have all the time in the world to get to know him..."

"Personally, I am more interested in whatever books this caravan brought along with it. If you aren't busy, good sir, might you accompany me and my, um, fellow ladies for the rest of our excursion? Surely you know the best places to purchase items..."

He chuckled, evidently amused by your sudden request. He tenderly took your gloved hand in his larger one and brought it to his lips. "Gladly, my lady."

The man patiently answered your every query. When you passed by a stall selling lovely miniatures of Imperial tourist spots and sceneries, you related to him how you had to pose for an uncomfortable amount of hours to have your own miniature portrait painted, only for it to be shipped off to the foreign Empire without a word of thanks from the Imperial family, or whoever received it. Not that you really cared.

He seemed to be so amused by your every quip judging by his gentle laughter. "I'm sure whoever received your portrait was truly pleased."

The man escorted you and your ladies back to your estate and bid you farewell, but not without a promise of meeting once more. How, you didn't know and did not bother thinking too much about it at all.

And when the day the eligible women of the kingdom were set to meet the Imperial Prince came, every other lady's graceful smile faded the moment he stepped down from the king's side and took your hands in his.

You were right about one thing. The moment your eyes met the silver-haired foreign prince's bright blue eyes.

You didn't have to try so hard at all.

#songsofadelaidewrites💛#mari's prompts 🎠#jujutsu kaisen #jjk au #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo satoru x you #this is so bridgerton core lol #bridgertoncore #bridgertoncore or something similar #royalty au #jjk royalty au #starry divider by @/cafekitsune

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mo0dy-succubus · 6 months

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The Vacation

Word count: 4k

Minqi x reader, g!p yuqi, g!p reader, switch!reader,dom!yuqi, Praising, Degrading, small bit of daddy kink, Squirting, creampie, facial, brief mention of sexual protection, mile high club, semi public sex, public sex, pool sex, bathroom sex,threesome, poly relationship, smut, (like alot of smut), hand job,wall sex, drunk sex, blow job

These past few months you have been overwhelmed by work. You have been away from your partners due to touring yall still kept in touch and you visited their concert, but the stress was getting to you and your partners. "Hey why don't we go on a vacation?" Minnie said. "Ha! Where would we even go?" You say looking at her with curiosity. "Thailand!" Minnie shouted excited. "Oohh yes Thailand is so pretty" yuqu said her English flawless.

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"Yuqi-ah hurry up, we are gonna miss our flight because of you" Minnie said ready to leave and be out the door. "Wait I'm trying to find a place to put gigi". "Just hold her till we get to the airport!" You shouted already tired from waking up early. You and your partners minnie and yuqi planned out a trip to Thailand and to meet Minnie's family, knowing minnie is from Thailand she was very anxious on missing her flight. "Ok, let's go!" Yuqi said finally coming down stairs. "Haha took you long enough" you say grabbing your two suitcases and heading out. Despite yuqi being late and taking her sweet time yall caught your flight just in time.

You board the plane and take your seat by the window happy that you can see all of the beautiful land scape. You put your headphones on and rest your head on the neck pillow you had hoping to catch up on the sleep you missed. "Y/n unnie" yuqi whispers. Knowing yuqi very well you knew she would bother you and well enough you ended up sitting together for a 6 hour flight so you were thankful for your headphones, with minnie being only a few more rows up front from the both of you. "Y/n unnie!" She says as she removed your headphones. "What....What!! Yuqi I'm trying to relax" you say a little bit irritated from your lack of sleep. "We should fuck minnie unnie". "Yuqi-ah I'm not in the mood, if you are horny go to the bathroom and jerk off of something" you say putting your headphones on again closing your eyes . "First off" yuqi says removing your music making device again. "Why not. And second, bold of you to assume something so desperate like that when you are here beside me, don't you want to join the mile high club?" yuqi looks at you her big doe eyes.

You groan a bit exhausted. "I'll wait and pretend I'm using the bathroom but I'll leave the door unlocked" she said winking before getting up to go to "the bathroom". Despite being so tired she was just so tempting. You waited a minute or two before going after her preparing yourself. Next thing you know you are being fucked in a tiny bathroom. "Quickies are such my favorite activity" yuqi said grunting, your moans muffled by yuqis mouth. "Fuck baby~ you are so tight" yuqi says thrusting into your tight ass. "Yuqi please I need more!" You say your cock twitching in need."We are gonna fuck so hard while cause turbulence"Yuqi grabs your aching cock before stroking it."fuck~! Ahh yess" you moan out from pleasure overwhelming you."Look at this little slut, imagine if minnie just walked in on us right now what will she think,that you are a desperate whore that can go a few hours without a dick in their ass" yuqi said her words burned hot against your ear. You felt your orgasm slowly build soon reaching its peak. "Cum...I need to..." a mess of word falling out if your mouth. "That's it baby let that cock cum all over daddy's hand" yuqi says her words pushing you more and more to the edge. A gentle squeeze on your cock and you are already orgasming cumming all over your girlfriends hand.

"Oh my god..." you gasp out. Yuqi continues thrusting in your bit before grabbing a tissue and pulling out and spilling her seed all over it to minimize mess. You pouted a bit visibly upset for yuqi pulling out of you. "Aww don't worry baby soon in Thailand. If you agree to fuck minnie with me" she says. "Why do you want to fuck minne so bad. We are on vacation not on an episode of sex and the city." You say. "Ohhh but it can be.Come on you know minnie is gonna be stressed since she's back at home abd we are meeting her parents soooo why not?" You thought about it and it was quit convincing so you agreed. "Fine I'll do it, can we just get out of this bathroom now before anyone gets suspicious".You leave first then yuqi only a few minutes after continuing your flight.

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When you finally land night fell. Yall arrived late at your staying, being do exhausted yall crashed as soon as yall hit the bed.the next morning minnie wasted no time before showing you and yuqi her favorite places by the way to the resort. By time yall arrived back to the hotel suites it was already 4 pm. You flop on the bed tired from walking. "There is a night club only a few miles away we should go!" Minnie said. "Oh really when is it?" Yuqi says curious as soon as she heard the word club. "Late at night kinda we can go to dinner and then go there there is a really fancy Thai restaurant that I go to often with my parents, speaking of them that's exactly the people we are meeting tonight" minnie says. Sure you've met Minnie's family and sure they were kind but It's like minne planned out to have a blast back in Thailand, she wouldn't stop talking about all the club invites and yacht parties. A "don't stop till ya drop" type party.

You groan at the thought of walking anymore. "Minnie, baby I love your family and I can't wait to have dinner with them but If I take another step I might die can we please just nap,we've been walking non stop we literally JUST landed late at night " you ask desperate for rest. " I am pretty tired so we can sleep together, just, let me make a reservation for tonight's dinner and call my parentsabout the time" minnie says taking her phone and calling the place.

Yuqi flopped beside you with almost the same amount of exhaustion as you have on your own face. "I'm beat....don't have to tell me twice about resting" yuqi says cuddling yourself into her, you and yuqi both stay up a bit waiting for minnie to come to bed with yall. Minnie soon eventually came to bed showing a signs that everything worked out so far and slept with yall.

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By time yall all woke up it was 6:25 pm yall all rush to your suitcases picking out your best outfits and showered before going to dinner. All three of you arrived just in time to meet minnie mom and dad, they seemed so happy to have their little nicha back. Yall all greeted each other exchanging compliments and catching up on time.Dinner with Minnie's parents was great but it was a hard dinner so far.Minnie looked so hot in such a simple dress, that said dress showed off her attractive curves you could feel yourself growing in your pants. To avoid your sinful thoughts you tried to focus on dinner and chatting with minnie parents and having a good time but minnie cleavage was showing just right, and sitting near her drove you insane more and more by the second. You must have not been as sneaky as you thought because she caught you red handed.

She seemed to play along before snaking her hand down to your cock before rubbing it through your clothing. You bump your knee on the table out of reflex from the sudden touch. The shake causing the food dishes to make a loud cling. " y/n?? Are you ok" Minnie's mom asked concern for your possible bruised knee. "I'm fine Mrs yontarak! Dont worry" you say smiling to show that you are ok. "Oh I'm sure she's more then fine don't worry I'll take care of her" minnie says her eyes darkening and sultriness in her voice. Minnie mom smiled back before going back to eating dinner and chatting. You feel the zipper of you pants being slow let down before feeling minnie pull it out leaving you exposed underneath the table (God you hoped nobody would look underneath the table if they dropped their utensils) . You feel minnies hand move up and down your shaft coaxing out a soft moan from you but quite enough only for her to hear. You look at her with tears eyes from embarrassment. You knew she has to make me movement slow in order to not get caught. Minnie took her thumb rubbing it over your head scooping the beads of precum that formed on your tip before licking it off her thumb. Minnie continued stroking your cock going faster each time nobody was looking. God you were going insane, holding back your moans was such a stressful experience. Genuinely surprised nobody could hear the fapping noise from underneath the table. You were sweating hard underneath your shirt blushing profusely. "Y/n are you running a fever? your face is super red" minnie mom asked. You tried your best to form word that would turn into moans "I'm f-ine just hot and thirsty t-hat's all" you lift up your wine glass to make a cheers with her mom taking a sip only to almost spill it when minnie gives a small squeeze on your cock. Her actions continued feeling you twitch more in her hand speeding up till you finally came screaming into the thick dinner napkin. Hot strings of cum shooting out onto the underside of the table painting stripes of white on Minnie's hand as well as the table cloth(thank god for that table cloth) "sorry I had to clear my throat" you say as an excuse for you moaning into a napkin. Minnie soon moved her hand from underneath the table and wiped your mess on her own napkin before getting up. "Y/n can you come to the bathroom with me? I need help with my dress" Minne said, too dazed from your orgasm, you nod and follow her knowing damn well her dress was fine.

Minnie drags you into the bathroom as yall share a sloppy kiss. "I saw how you were looking at me, you a such a dirty slut that you can't stop looking at me for even a second" minnie gasps as she unbuttoned your clothes. "Please I need your cock" minnie begged. You wasted no time thrusting into her. "Fucckk you are so tight and wet" you moan out. Minnie looks at you with pleading eyes. " you don't want the others to be worried huh? So I suggest that you be fast" minnie whispered. This little sentence drove you crazy. Thrusting your thick cock into minnie you grab her by the ass holding her against the wall. God anytime you were in minnie it felt like heaven, her wet warm pussy molded to your body everything, like she was made for you.

"Minnie...fuck...." the weight of minnie and having to stand was wearing you out thin and you needed to rest. "I- I...need to sit down....for a bit...." not wanting to pull out just yet you make your way the toilet seat and sit down. Not the cleanest decision ever in your life but it's better them nothing and much better then yesterday in an airplane bathroom. You let minnie take control and begin to let her ride you. With your hand free you pull down Minnie's top exposing her breast. You wasted no time leaving dark marks on her skin, bitting deep into her skin and soft tits. "Y/n fuckk~ not to many I still have to see my parents...". You ignore her request and begin kissing up her neck till you get to her soft lips. "God but this feels so good~ I'll deal with them later I guess.." she says in defeat. Minnie continued to ride you speeding up till she was going at an inhumane pace. "Minnie....s‐slow....slow down a bit.." you try to form a sentence without busting inside of your girlfriends cunt but in was impossible almost, the way how her pussy squeezed you just right drove you more to continue fucking her. "Min-minnie!!!" You yell out shrieking as you grab her hips before plunging yourself deeper into her warm sex before cumming right into her.

"Y/n NO!!" before minnie could say no you had already burst. Just as soon as you finished yuqi walked in. "Guys we are waiting for-" yuqi looks at the two of you and your act before smirking. "Really guy's without me the betrayal, hurry up so we can leave, we still have a club to go to, yall can bone each other there" yuqi says before leaving. Minnie gets up spiling a bit of your cum out as she got up. "Are you gonna be ok?" You ask. "It's fine, I like creampies anyway" minnie says winking before coming close to your ear and whispering. "I'm going to milk you so hard this vacation your cock will go numb" she backs up fixing her dress and leaving, you follow soon after cleaning yourself up a bit.

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Despite your absence from the end of dinner dinner with Minnie's parents was great. You and your girlfriends get to the club and yuqi immediately order shots for her and yall. "Wowww that's strong" you say your face cringing at the tequila shot. You turn to see minie and yuqi going at it with shots. No matter the alcohol, they just drank and drank. It wasn't any better when their favorite song played the dragged you along on the dance floor and dance but you had to admit the alcohol was getting to you also. The music was blaring but all you could focus on was the way how your girlfriend was grinding against you and yuqi both. "Oookkk yall are super drunk we need to go back to the hotel before you get sick" you say still somewhat sober or more sober then them at least. You turn around just to see the making out sloppily. "Y/n unnieeeee...I'm so fucking horny right now, you know alcohol makes me super horny" yuqi said leaning against you. " We can fuck when we get to the hotel yuqi let's go" minnie said with pure lust in her eyes " I'm so horny I feel like my ovary is going to pop" minnie said as yall exited the club.

By time yall got back it was 1:30 am. It was like as soon as you stepped in your room the air felt like it was thickened with lust. You and yuqi wasted not time attacking Minnie's body. Tearing off each other clothes like animals. Minnie let's out a soft moan as she feels yuqis warm body against hers. " lay back" yuqi whispers to minnie leaving her body to the both of yall. Yuqi slowly dips in-between Minnie's legs breathing against her bare skin. You take this time to softly caress and grope her softy tits. Minnie let's out a sharp moan feeling yuqi lick her wet folds. Yuqi pulled. "Let's both fuck her till she's only moaning our name like a brainwashed slut she is" yuqi said encouraging you a bit. "I wanted her ass first then we can switch" you say giving your cock a few strokes. "Fine by me" minnie says already drenched in arousal.Going one.Two. Three rounds. Good it was so hot the passion filling the room and bonds built stronger. Resting late in the night you all pass out.

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You squirm a bit in your shared bed waking up to stretch. You noticed the two sleeping next to you then noticed your lack of clothes. You hurried and scrambled out of bed to find a pair of new clothing. Yuqi wakes up soon after you and follows the same thing you did leaving minnie still asleep. Yuqi kisses minnie till she woke and dressed decently before ordering food for breakfast to fuel up for another day in Thailand. You all mostly spent the day shopping for clothing and souvenirs, and occasionally yuqi teasing you throughout the day. " I should by a new bikini I forgot to pack mine plus it is our last day in Thailand so why not I really wanted to go swim at the pool late at night". "Ooh we should do that, I'm going to miss this place so much" yuqi said beaming a bit. "Me too, I see why minnie loves it here the food is amazing" you say in response. "Ohh can we get lunch first before we swim I'm starving for some Thai food right now". Minnie laughs at your cuteness before yall tour around some more to grab a bite.

Finally yall were able to go to the pool, changing outfits you were racing yuqi to get in first(it was a tie). Splashing and diving underneath the water. "Ugh this is so nice" yuqi says. "I wonder what's been taking minnie so long" yuqi says looking around. "Maybe she's resting a bit since we just ate". "Oh please everyone knows that's just a myth, nobody is going to get stomach cramps from swimming after you eat" yuqi said with confidence. "How about I give you a cramp you slapsh her with water causing another play fight". "Did I miss something haha yall look ridiculous" minnie said. You and yuqi both stop what yall were doing and stared at minnie in her black bikini, it was simple yet so elegant and sexy . "Yall know it's not nice to stare" minnie says slowly stepping into the pool. "We're sorry it's just-". "Woww" yuqi says finishing your sentence. "Do you remember our plan" yuqi said whispering in your ear. "Yuqi-ah was last night not enough" you groan in protest. "Nope never, Pleaseee,". "Fine only for this week and that's it". "Yayy!".

"Minnie unnie" you say swimming to her "I forgot to put sunscreen on can you help me before it's too late" such a lame excuse but it was better than nothing. "Uh sure I should put some on too while I'm at it" yall both exit the pool and sit down on the ledge. You waited patiently for minnie to finish getting your back before you do her back. You put the cool substance on the palm of your hand before rubbing it in on her back trying to not let her top get in the way. "O-oh is my top in the way, here let me untie it so you can get it more easily" before you could say anything minnie untied her black bikini top covering her exposed chest. "Minnie unnie why are you covering your pretty tits~" you say whispering. "Nobody is here why be so cautious, unless you are scared of someone seeing how much of a slut you are for me and yuqi". Your words send a chill down Minnie's spine, she hesitantly lowered her arms leaving her chest exposed enough for you to sneak your hand to her chest and squeeze it. Minnie let out a soft moan as you continued your movement, you signaled for yuqi to come over and help. Yuqi swam in front of minnie before kissing her you soon tugged at minnie bottoms before she lifted them up allowing yuqi to slip them off. Yuqi then pulls minnie back into the water pinning her against the pool wall kissing her deeply.

You watch as you try to take your clothes off before joining them in the pool." Y/n aren't you gonna use protection first" yuqi teased indicating an unexpected pregnancy. "Whha why are you like this don't ruin the mood" you say blushing in embarrassment from her comment. Yuqi giggles before wasting not even a second before pushing her thick length into minnie causing her to moan out. You step out o the pool above minnie give you cock a few good strokes. "Please put your cock in my mouth I need you" Minnie pleaded. You grin at her desperation but rubbed your tip against her bottom lip. Minnie opens he mouth before Swallowing your cock whole. She wasted no time suckling on your sensitive tip. "Minnie fuck~..." you moan out.

Yuqi continues thrusting into her as best she could going faster each time. The pleasure from yuqi sent moan after moan from her mouth down to the base of your cock causing you to pulsate in her mouth. "Fuck Yuqi-ah don't stop I'm so close" minnie say taking your out her mouth before going right back to sucking you off. " I might be close to if you continue like this minnie" you say your eyebrows knitted with pleasure. Minnie began to massage your soft sac with her hands while looking at you attentively. You couldn't hold back you grabbed the back of her head and pushed down cumming all in her mouth. Minnie swallowed the hot seed in her mouth before smiling at you a bit. Yuqi pulled out forcing minnie and yuqi to be on the ledge of the pool. "Pool sex I so uncomfortable let's go by the pool stairs for more support" yuqi said. Minnie was now facing yuqi with her legs wrapped around her torso as yuqi continued to pound her. Minnie being close from earlier it didn't take her long before trapping yuqi at all angled and spraying all over her lap. "Shit that felt so good" minnie sighed out. It was now your turn to fuck minnie. You took the place of yuqi putting her in a more doggy style position with yuqi being sucked off by minnie this time. You began to slowly thrust, god her pussy was so hot and warm. You continue thrusting through her tight walls giving hard thrust in-between to give yuqi some more pleasure. "I'm close guys.." yuqi grunts a bit. "Wait I want both of yall to cum on my face" minnie says. You and yuqi look at each other then nod. You exit minnie and hover over her again jerking off to get to your peak. "We are gonna paint your face all white when we are done with you" you say hoping to amp the mood a bit. "Fuck yes please use me as your cum dump" minnie says sending you and yuqi into a frenzy. "I'm close on the count of three we cum" you say going faster focusing on yuqis movement. Yuqi nods and begins counting down with you. "1". As minnie watched she opened her mouth for the fat load she was about to receive. "2". A bead of sweat ran down your temple ad you felt the building pleasure. "1!" . You and yuqi let your orgasm go all onto minnies face, on her eyelid, her tongue, even in her hair. Thick white stripes painted minnie like a pastry.

Your breath get heavy as you finished stumbling a bit. "Holy shit that was hot...." yuqi said blushing this was such a "good vacation I wish it didn't have to end". "Me too" you pouted at yuqi. "Do you think we made a mess?" You asked. " Haha probably this pool is probably going to need some extra chlorine." Yuqi said. "Yeah, can we go back to the hotel so we can clean up a bit,we need to leave early tomorrow for our flight" minnie said trying to clear her eye. "Can't we just stay one more day?" Yuqi said. "We can always come back to Thailand Yuqi-ah". "Yeahh but it's so fun". "Next time Yuqi-ah" you smiled softly."Next time, but for now I'm ready to go back to korea" yuqi said laughing as yall headed back to the hotel room

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Praise and worship

I finally figured out the meaning of the Standing Next to You MV!!

But first, did Kookie wax his pits or does he always have that landing strip of hair there?

Anyway, sorry for the immediate digression but you know it is imperative to dissect everything, even pit hair.

Back to the MV...

The opening scenes include this very non-inclusive sign:

Only limos, no sportscars, SUVs, pick up trucks, family sedans or mopeds welcome here. They are keeping the riff-raff out. ONLY LIMOS THEY SAID CAN'T YOU READ THE SIGN?

Obviously makes sense when we see this dystopian scene where less than a dozen people are walking around inside some sort of derelict compound. A FORTRESS FOR ONLY THE STRETCH LIMO PREFERRING POPULATION!

Incidentally, stretch limos represent 1 percent of the options available from limo companies in the U.S. (I googled it).

Amazing that they found this many in Budapest.

What was once a sign of affluence has now fallen on hard times... hence the decrepit dystopia pictured above.

Enter our female antagonist. Who does she represent? I'll get to that later...

Our antagonist is antagonizing beautifully throughout but starts off antagonistically in her leather coatdress and 1980's heavy black eyeliner and bobbed hair. After all, the song is a throwback to that era of the late 70's/early 80's. All she is missing is the peach blush in the hollows of her cheeks. Hand me a Maybelline Blooming Colors Blush Palette and I'll fix it.

Then the dark angel makes his appearance. Ah, yes, sweet angel, come closer.

I think he has come down or up from where ever dark angels habitate in order to correct an injustice... the injustice being the duck-billed cups of this atrociously antagonistic dress our antagonist is made to wear:

For real... they couldn't find a better fitting dress? At least grab a roll of toilet paper and stuff those titty cups to fill them out? They are so sad and droopy looking... props to her Maybelline Expert Eyes Turquoise eye shadow though.

I suppose the stacked pancakes... I mean bra cups... could have meant to be an homage to another 80's icon: Madonna and her cone shaped bra... but ... nah... try again. They look like hamburgers. Now I can't unsee it. So, so sad.

We do a lil spin and our protagonist spins himself up into a jewel encrusted, crotch grabbing, finger pointing master of his game.

I think he's here to conduct a worship service.

It's time to be churched:

Stretch limos (because no riff-raff remember?) enter the opening in a temple-of-Petra-like giant wall emblazoned with JK's sacred heart logo. Very symbolic.

In they go to gather for worship. Others sit in theatre seats while Ms. Antagonist sits on the car like a hood ornament.

So... who is she and what's going on here?

No clue. She sits haughtily and antagonistically on her outdated stretch limo, while her little minions sit in the rows watching the object of their desire preaching the holy choreography.

However, Mr. Protagonist is about to really lay down the religion.

But first, gratuitous shot of Kookie prancing in heeled chelsea boots.

Back to religion... the religion of Bangtan dance... one of these is not like the other.

(*covers Hobi-hyung's eyes* Don't look its too painful.)

Did they not monitor this mess?

I don't meant to be disrespectful and I know these guys are some of the best dancers in the industry but next to Jungkook, they look like a herd of elephants. Just sayin'.

Anyway, Protagonist proceeds to become angry at the sloppy choreo and all the limo drivers gather for a gang-brawl in the middle of the church. Probably arguing over the spelling of chauffeur. I couldn't find an urban slang reference for limo, limousine or limo driver. I'm sure some exist but being the innocent thing I am, I don't know what they are.

Mr. Protagonist brings down the wrath and puts the fear of Hobi into his crew:

Then the climax of the whole darn thing: a dance break. Holy communion commences with serious thrusting into crotch grabs (some are enjoying it more than others):

Service concludes and I wonder how many takes before they got one where Kookie didn't bust out laughing with his bunny giggle?

But seriously, the MV does seem to be an homage to an era where Michael Jackson thrilled us with his brilliant music and dancing. Jungkook is continuing to pull us and BTS as a group along, forging new paths for them in the music industry. Like Kookie, I am anxious for them to reunite and get back on that stage together. And like Yoongi, I too believe they will devour the world.

(It's humor, y'all.)

#worship at the altar of jungkook #its humor #sarcasm #parody #its not serious #i apologize if i offended anyone #however Bangtan Church of Choreography is very serious #standing next to you #jungkook golden #looking forward to a choreo performance mv please

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Book 7: The Ruler of the Abyss – Chapter 5 (Part 3)

Following is part 3 of my translation of Chapter 5 of Book 7: The Ruler of the Abyss. This part contains episodes 7-78 to 7-82.

Main storyline spoilers after the cut!!

Episode 7-78

Silver: …Ugh… Where are we?

Yuu: It’s pitch black in here. I can’t see a thing…

Baul: What, have your eyes not adjusted to the darkness yet? At any rate, it seems we got dragged down into the waterways beneath the castle.

Lilia: Damn that woman! Oi, Baul! You take the egg. I’m going back up there! ….Augh!

Baul: General, your wound!

Lilia: Haaah, haaah… Please, just let me go. I need to. Or else my whole life will have been for…!

Baul: Dammit….! …If you go back up there with that kind of wound, the enemy will take you out in one hit. You’d just be a hindrance, like the princess said. And don’t forget, the Draconia family’s royal decrees are absolute for us Guardsmen. She said earlier her lightning would be the enemy’s final judgement, and if you defy her and go back now, it’d be yours, too.

Lilia: Fine! Then I quit the Guard! I’m used to her stupid lightning, I don’t care.

Baul: You need to compose yourself! The future of our nation rests within that egg you’re holding! He’s our king!

Lilia: …!

Baul: We need to protect the heir and deliver him to Black Scale Castle! And we need to have faith in Princess Meleanor - we need to trust she’ll defeat the Knight of Dawn and make it back safely. Her Highness is far stronger than all of us put together. Weren’t you yourself boasting about that earlier, General!? The heir can’t even defend himself right now, let alone walk. And the only person he can depend on right now… is you, General. Only you. …Please, you're just going to have to bear with it!

Lilia: Aaah, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!!!

(Lilia slowly breathes in and breathes out, then he puts on his mask)

Lilia: ….Fine, let’s get going then. We have to make sure this egg gets to Black Scale Castle. We need to… We need to carry out Lady Meleanor’s decree.

Everyone: Yes, sir!

Henrik: !! There she is! It’s Meleanor!

Knight of Dawn: …The weather… It’s changing!

Meleanor: My, my…. We have Henrik of the Silver Owls, the Knight of Dawn… And the rabble from the surrounding nations…. What a quaint little gathering.

Henrik: Since you came out here all by yourself… That means you’ve accepted our challenge, I take it? You’ll duel the Knight of Dawn, one-on-one?

Meleanor: A duel? You expect me to duel him? Fu fu fu… Aaah ha ha hah! And why on earth would I follow your ridiculous little rules? You invaded our lands, you’ve been laying waste to our forests and our rivers… And now you’re demanding our castle and the Princess Glow? You best keep your arrogance in check… humans! My lightning shall be your judgement, you avaricious buffoons! I can’t wait to see you all writhing around in pain, wallowing in regret of your defiance!

Henrik: Hmm! And here I was being so kind… She’s really not the cooperative type, huh. …Heh heh heh. Everything’s going exactly as planned. That vile, hotheaded witch let her anger get the best of her and now she went and threw the first punch. Dragon schmagon, she’ll never be able to take on an army this size! And we got the Knight of Dawn with us, too. Now go, Knight of Dawn! Defeat that evil tyrant and bring peace upon these lands!

Knight of Dawn: ….Please, Fairy Guardians… Lend me your strength!

Meleanor: I will annihilate… Each and every one of you fools!

(A battle starts between Meleanor and the Silver Owl, and she ultimately strikes the Knight of Dawn and blasts him away)

Episode 7-79

Sebek: Huh? What was that noise!?

Lilia: Lady Meleanor must be showing off up there. We need to hurry before this place caves in!

(Something crashes to the floor)

Everyone: Uwaaah!?

Silver: Augh…. Yuu, are you okay?

Yuu: Y-Yeah, it just barely missed me…

Grim: What gives? A buncha rocks just came crashin’ down outta nowhere…

Sebek: Ah- Look up there! There’s a massive hole in the ceiling!

Lilia: Shit! Now the waterway’s blocked. We’ll have to go back up to the surface for now… What the-!

(Something crashes to the floor)

Baul: What was that!? Something just came flying in here!

???: Ugh…!

Everyone: !!!!

Silver: White armor and golden hair… It’s…!

Lilia: You’re… The Knight of Dawn!

Baul: Did one of Princess Meleanor’s attacks blast him all the way down here!?

Knight of Dawn: Argh…! …You’re… Wait! …That huge magical stone weapon, that bat mask… Are you Vanrouge!? The Land of Briar’s General of the Right!? And that egg, could it be…!?

Lilia: Kishaaaa!

Baul: Please get behind me, General! I’ll handle him!

(Meleanor roars)

Grim: Yikes! The ground’s shakin’ again!

Sebek: T-The ceiling’s breaking apart!

Lilia: Shit…!!

Baul: The General and the heir are going to get hit!

Silver: Oh, no…. Father! Lord Malleus!

Silver: W-Wait… That auroral light… That’s-!?

Knight of Dawn: Fairy Guardians… Lend me your strength! Haaaaaa!

(The Knight of Dawn cuts through the rubble that was going to land on Lilia)

Lilia: Ack…!

Knight of Dawn: Easy now. Is the egg okay!?

Lilia: The Knight of… Dawn…? But why… Why did you save me?

Knight of Dawn: ……

Baul: Look! The Knight’s helmet is starting to crack…

Everyone: !!!

Episode 7-80

Sebek: H-His face, it’s…!?

Silver: ……..!!

Grim: The heck’s goin’ on!? Silver and the Knight of Dawn look like friggin’ doppelgangers!

(Silver and the Knight’s rings start to resonate)

Yuu: And they both have the same ring!?

Knight of Dawn: This ring was bequeathed to me by my Fairy Guardians when I was a child. It’s supposed to be the only one of its kind in existence. Who in the world are you?

Silver: I’m… I’m…!

(Meleanor roars)

Knight of Dawn: Doesn’t look like we’ll have time to talk. Lord Henrik is after that egg. You need to get out of here before someone finds you! Hurry! Haaaaa!!

(The Knight of Dawn teleports away)

Baul: …Damnit. Why did he help us like that, he’s our enemy… What the hell was he thinking!?

Lilia: …It doesn’t matter, we have to keep moving! We need to get to the forest before they find us!

Sebek: Silver, cease with your dawdling and hurry up! ….Silver?

Silver: His face… That ring…!

Lilia: Long ago, when I found you when you were just a baby, you had that ring tied around your neck.

Lilia: Look at the jewel on this ring, Silver. It looks just like your eyes: aurora-colored, and marred not by a single speck. I’m certain the reason your parents entrusted this ring with you is because they hoped and they prayed that just like how this jewel here shines bright and true, their child’s eyes would never become clouded with sorrow.

Silver: Haaah, haaah….! No… No, it can’t be… My birth family, they’re… The Silver Owl and the Knight of Dawn are my... my…! No, that’s not true… THAT’S NOT TRUUUUE!

(The Darkness appears)

Baul: !? What the hell are these things!?

Grim: What the- I never seen so many of ‘em pop up at once before!

Sebek: Damnit… Is Silver’s emotional state drawing them here? You must stay strong, Silver! SILVEEER!

Lilia: They swallowed up Silver! Seriously, what the hell are these things!?

Sebek: Sir Baul! Sir Lilia! This is our fight! Please, make haste to the forest without us! We’ll regroup with you later, together with Silver!

Baul: But-!

Sebek: We’ll be alright. Hurry!

Lilia: Damnit…!

(Lilia and Baul run ahead)

Grim: This ain’t lookin’ good! The Darkness got us completely surrounded!

Sebek: We must extricate Silver! Yuu, Grim, help me!

Sebek: Damnit. No matter how many times we cut them down, they spring right back up!

Grim: We’re done foooooor!

Yuu: The Darkness is dragging us in!

Episode 7-80

Silver: Father, did you know? Did you know this ring once belonged to the Knight of Dawn... That man is this country’s enemy, he’s father’s enemy… The enemy of Lord Malleus’s parents… And I’m.. I’m their enemy’s…! .… *sobs*

Silver: ……

(A baby cries in the distance)

Silver: …Is someone… crying...? But who …?

Silver: ….Where am I?

Lilia: How long has it been since I was last here…? Three- No, four hundred years? Thanks everyone finally signing those peace accords, we can all visit the Verdant Moors again. …It’s truly been a long time coming. A long, long time.

Silver: That voice… Is it father?

Lilia: The rumors swirling around this place claim you’ll be cursed if you step foot inside Briar Castle… There is just the faintest trace of magic lingering about, the remnants of a spell cast by diurnal fae long ago. Maybe they were trying to ward people away from this land.

Silver: Can father not… see me? Maybe this is… Maybe I’m seeing one of his memories…?

(A baby cries in the distance)

Lilia: That sound… Is there a baby here somewhere? Sounds like it’s coming from the throne room. Guess I’ll go take a look see.

Lilia: A baby? And a human one at that! Why in the world is it here? …! That ring…

Silver: No way… Is that baby… Me…? No, it’s can’t be… the hair color’s completely different from mine. But his… His eyes are… Maybe it really is me…

Lilia: Hair as golden as the sunlight, and that ring… Could it be you’re… you’re the Knight of Dawn’s…? No, that’s impossible. As soon as Henrik overtook the castle, the humans started fighting over who’d get claim of the land and its natural resources. And the Knight of Dawn and his wife Leia didn’t make it through all that chaos… …Little cradle, I’m going to have you show me some of your memories. “Life is but a fleeting day, distance but an illusion.” *Far Cry Cradle.

Silver: That spell… This is father’s unique magic. I think he told me before it lets him view some of the memories imbued in objects…

(*This is what he says out loud. In the text, he says “To that cradle, far, far away”)

Red Fairy: Oh, no. The enemy’s closing in on us. Now that the Knight of Dawn - our esteemed Prince Consort - has passed away, the castle is bound to fall. We very well may be witnessing the final moments of the “Kingdom of Swords”… Queen Leah, please, you must get away from here! Quickly! We’ll protect the prince.

Blue Fairy: Now then, dear prince. You’re going to take a nice little nap for us, okay? Just until all this awful fighting is over.

Green Fairy: You’ll be alright. This ring will strengthen our magic, and until the spell is broken, you’ll remain in that precious little form of yours while you sleep. And you’ll dream only the happiest of dreams. For ten years, a hundred years…

Blue Fairy: That’s right… And once someone who loves you from the very bottom of their heart appears… The spell will be broken, and you will awaken, dear prince.

Red Fairy: You’ll awaken in a peaceful world, one free from warfare and strife…

Lilia: …I see. So your parents and your fairy guardians protected you from all that turmoil. And ever since your people’s nation fell to ruin, you’ve been sitting here all alone in your cradle, waiting for someone who truly loves you. The spell must’ve broken on its own after all this time, I suppose.

(The baby cries)

Lilia: ….You’re the Knight of Dawn’s child… the child of Levan and Meleanor’s enemy… I’ll finally put an end to this… I’ll put an end to this here and now…!

Silver: …………!

Lilia: ……….*sighs* I wouldn’t be able to face Malleus again if I did something like that. If I’m going to keep preaching to him about how he needs to love humans… and how he needs to connect with others, then I’ll have to do the same. Besides… If the Knight of Dawn hadn’t helped us that day, I could’ve lost Malleus. I wonder… Can I really love a human…?

Silver: Please stop it, father. I’m not… I’m not deserving of your love.

(The baby cries)

Silver: STOP IT! STOP CRYING! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO CRY!

Lilia: There, there… You’re okay. For such a little guy, you did a great job dealing with being alone for all these years. Okay, come here…

(Lilia picks up the baby)

Lilia: Kufufu, you’re a little chunker. Ahh, this brings me back to when Malleus hatched. It feels like it was just yesterday. …So fae aren’t the only ones who’d give up their lives for their children. We’re alike with humans in that regard, I suppose. …Child of Dawn, today shall be your new birthday. And as such… I shall give you a blessing… The Night’s Blessing upon Ye.

(The baby’s hair changes color from gold to silver)

Silver: ! …. My hair, it’s…

Lilia: Hm? Your hair changed color… Ah, so maybe the Dawn of Knight really was blessed by Diurnal fae to have hair as golden as sunlight. And with *my blessing, now your hair’s as silver as moonlight. Well, it’s all for the best, really. A golden-haired human would stick out quite a bit in Briar Valley.

(The baby coos)

Lilia: Kufufu. You all tuckered out from crying? Let’s see, your name is… I don’t see it written anywhere on the cradle or the ring. …Hmm… Moonlight…. Silver… Wait, that’s it! Silver! From now on, your name will be Silver. Just as the moon’s light cuts through even the deepest darkness, may her silver radiance always light your way.

Silver: I can’t believe it… So my real parents are… The Knight of Dawn and Queen Leah…? But that’s…. Why…. Why are you showing me all this….

(*out loud he says “my”, in the text he says “a follower of the night’s”)

Silver: Leave me alone! Where are you trying to drag me to now? Please, just leave me alone already…

Silver: …I know this place… I know that house. This is where father and I lived, out in the forest.

Lilia: Now sleep, sleep, my beloved child

I pray you’ll walk towards that light

That light that will guide you in your dreams…

Silver: That song… Father would sing that lullaby to me all the time when I was little…

(Someone knocks at the door)

Malleus: Lilia, I’m coming in.

Silver: !!! Lord Malleus…!?

Malleus: The forest fae have been all a twitter lately. They said you found a human infant somewhere…

Lilia: Shhhhh! I finally got him to sleep. Please, keep your voice down.

Malleus: …What is that? It looks like a hairless simian.

Lilia: He’s the baby in question, and his name is Silver. So, what do you think? Isn’t he just adorable?

Malleus: Adorable? This thing…?

Lilia: You stopped by in the nick of time, I was just about to go do some shopping. Could you look after Silver while I’m gone? It’ll only be a minute.

Malleus: What? You want me to… look after this thing?

Lilia: Apparently, human babies don’t take to flower nectar. They’re not like fae; I read they need something called “powdered milk”. Though, I can’t fathom what it’s possibly supposed to be. I mean, how can something be both powder and milk…? At any rate, it’s not something I’ll be able to find around these parts. I’ll need to go someplace that sells human products.

Malleus: W-Wait, Lilia! This little creature will shatter if I touch it.

Lilia: Oh, you’ll be fine. If he starts crying again, just rub him a bit and sing him a lullaby, he’ll be out like a light. I’ll be right back. I’m counting on you!

(Lilia departs)

Malleus: Oi! Lilia!

(Baby Silver wakes up)

Malleus: Ahh, drat. Are you awake?

(Baby Silver starts crying)

Malleus: Ugh…. That wail is utterly vexing. So I just need to sing you a lullaby and you’ll fall back asleep, was it? As if I even know a single lullaby…

(Baby Silver keeps crying)

Malleus: …No, wait…. I do know one.

(Malleus starts humming)

(Baby Silver stops crying and falls back asleep)

Malleus: …It worked, he really did fall back asleep. …*sighs* Lilia, please hurry. I do wonder where I learned that lullaby from, though. I can’t quite seem to recall… Perhaps one of my wetnurses sang it to me when I was little?

Silver: …Lord Malleus…

Malleus: Lilia, where did you find Silver, anyways?

Lilia: Oh, I found him when I was taking a stroll through the forest one night.

Malleus: Magical beasts and other foul creatures roam these forests at night. What on earth were you doing out there…?

Lilia: I’m telling you, it was all just happenstance. And it’s not like I could’ve just left him there.

Malleus: You should’ve just dropped him off with some humans and be done with it.

Lilia: …There’s this one thing you father Levan would often say: we fae need to know humans better, and we need the humans to know us better. He’s the one who took the initiative to study a communal language we could use to speak with the humans, you know. And the one who taught it to all of us.

Malleus: …….

Lilia: I want to learn more about humans through Silver here. And there’s… something I want to find out… I want to see if I really can love a human from the bottom of my heart.

Malleus: And if you cannot love him?

Lilia: …Hold your horses, we have still have plenty of time.

Silver: This is… We’re back at the old house… Please, I don’t want to look at this anymore… Why are you showing me this…

Lilia: Here, Silver. Open wide!

(Baby Silver babbles)

Lilia: All I’ve been feeding him so far is milk and a bunch of mushy grains and vegetables I boiled. Is this really alright? I don’t see how he’s supposed to grow just eating all this.

Malleus: That book on human rearing methods said this will suffice. And as we’re fae, and this is a human, we best just adhere to its suggestions.

Lilia: Yeah, but you’d eat a mountain of fish and meat and whatnot when you were a tyke…

Malleus: Yes, because I’m a dragon. Don’t lump me together with feeble little humans.

Lilia: Babies cry when they’re hungry and they sleep when they’re full, and that’s the same regardless if it’s a baby human or a baby dragon.

Malleus: ……*sigh*

Lilia: Oh, he wiped his plate clean! Was that yummy, Silver?

(Baby Silver coos, and Lilia pats him on the head)

Lilia: You’re such a good boy! I want you to eat lots, get plenty of rest, and grow up big and strong, okay? At any rate, don’t you get bored eating the same old thing every day? Maybe I should start spicing things up a bit… I could throw in some armored rat meat and black newt flakes next time! They’re said to be highly nutritious, you know.

Malleus: …Don’t even think about it. For the time being, I’ll have provisions delivered to you from the castle, and you can use them to make baby food. I’m a bit concerned leaving him alone in your care.

Lilia: Oh? Has mister “I hate humans!” had a change of heart?

Malleus: You’d be upset if the baby’s health were to decline, no?

Lilia: …You’re so sweet, Malleus.

Silver: ………..Father, Lord Malleus…. I…. *sobs*

(the Darkness appears)

Silver: You just keep showing up again and again… Get away from me.

Lilia: Malleus, come look! Silver's standing on his own!

Malleus: What, already? It takes around 30 years for infant fae to do that. And though they say I was early to walk, it still took me a good 20 years before I learned to shift into my 2-legged form. Humans truly do grow at an astounding rate.

Lilia: Kufufu. Perhaps we fae simply take things a smidge too easy. At this rate, it feels like he's going to grow up on us in the blink of an eye.

Lilia: "And so the little fox said, "Daddy, I'm going to the river.""

Young Silver: Da... ?

Lilia: !! Did you... talk? Silver, did you talk just now?

Young Silver: Da da.

Lilia: No, I'm not your father…

Young Silver: Da... Da da!

Lilia: Hm... Well, it'd probably be better to tell you when you're a little older. ...That's right, I'm Dada.

Young Silver: Daaaaddy! Daaaddy!

Lilia: I’m over here, Silver. What’s all the hubbub?

Young Silver: Daddy, look at this!

Lilia: My, what a lovely acorn bracelet! It’s nice and big, and it’s so well made! The acorns are so shiny, too… Are you a little acorn-gathering expert?

Young Silver: *giggles* The squirrels gathered the acorns with me. And the woodpeckers helped me thread them together… This is for you, daddy.

Lilia: For me?

Young Silver: The fae living in the oak trees told me if you have a lucky charm made from acorns, then you’ll live a long and healthy life. Daddy, I want you to be healthy forever. And I want us to be together foreeeever and ever.

Lilia: …So you’re praying for me to have a long life, huh. You, a human…

Young Silver: Daddy? What’s wrong? Are you hurt?

Lilia: …I’m fine. Come here.

Young Silver: Daddy, don’t hug me so tight! It hurts. *giggles*

Lilia: This is the greatest gift I could ever ask for. As long as I have this charm with me, I bet I’ll be able to live for another thousand years. Thank you.

Young Silver: …I love you, daddy.

Lilia: I love you, too.

Silver: That’s the acorn bracelet I found when I was cleaning up father’s room back at school…! So I was the one who gave it to him. I’d completely forgotten….

Lilia: That bracelet was bestowed to me a long time ago, and it’s my most prized possession. I couldn’t imagine ever throwing it away. Why, even Malleus is jealous I’ve got it!

Silver: It’s just a bunch of old, rotten acorns, of course they aren’t worth anything. So why… Why would you lie like that…

Lilia: Silver! Silver, where are you!?I can’t believe he ran off like that. Was he really that shocked? I’d presumed he would’ve noticed a long time ago we weren’t related, but... No, I was the one who’d always kept things vague. Maybe I was just too scared to tell him the truth and see his sad little face… When did I get so… At any rate, I need to focus on finding him ASAP. Silver! Silver, answer me!

Silver: My whole life, I believed that even though we weren’t related, I would always be your son. But I don’t… I don’t deserve to call myself your son anymore. There’s no way you could truly love me… There’s no way you could love a child of the Silver Owl – of the Knight of Dawn! There’s no way… you could love me… *sobs*

Episode 7-82

Silver: I can’t.. go on anymore… I don’t want to…

(Silver falls to the ground)

Silver: I’m so sorry, father…. Lord Malleus. I always dreamt of becoming a knight who could protect you two. But now I’ll never… I’ll never…

???: So this is where you were.

Silver: That voice…

Lilia: I finally found you – Knight of Dawn!

Silver: Huh? No, I’m… ..What!?

Silver: I look like- What’s going on…

Lilia: You’ll pay for what you did to Meleanor and Levan! I’m ending this, now…!

Silver: Father, I’m…!

Lilia: You've no right to call me “Father”, human!!

(Lilia and Silver fight)

Lilia: Dammit… I can see why people call you the Silver Owl’s top dog. But we're not done yet!

Silver: Please, stop! I don’t… I don’t want to fight you! I promise, I won’t show my face to you ever again! So please…!

Lilia: Save your breath! We can’t turn back time… it’s too late! Haaaaa!

(Lilia knocks over Silver)

Silver: Augh!!

Lilia: Give Meleanor and Levan my regards! Hahaha… Ahahahaha!

(The Darkness appears and envelops Lilia and Silver)

Silver: Father faded away. He must’ve just been another part of the Darkness that my heart created… He was just a… nightmare…

The Darkness: Gugugugu!

Silver: ….I’m so tired... Darkness, please. Please just drag me down into an even deeper sleep, one I’ll never wake up from…

???: …Get up…

Silver: That voice…

???: You need to get up.

Silver: ...Father...?

Lilia: It’s okay if you need to run away. It’s okay if you need to break the rules and play dirty. But no matter what you do, you can’t give up on life. Get up, Silver! Plant your feet on the ground and get up!

Silver: ...Augh…!

(Silver rises to his feet and cuts away the Darkness)

Silver: Haaa, haaa….

Lilia: Attaboy, Silver…

Silver: Is his voice just another illusion trying to trick me…? What should I do…?

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Hiya Charlie! I missed ya! I’ve been busy with college. I finally changed my major to American history and I’m happier.

Anyway I have a request for you! Idk if you do AUs or anything, but I thought it’d be fun. How about a Hannibal royal family au? I’ve been reading a lot about knights and princes and princesses lately, and this idea wouldn’t leave my brain!

have a lovely day Charlie!

ROYAL HANNIBAL FAMILY AU:

You were but a villager.

In no way were you expected to attend any royal ceremony or to even set foot into the palace…but, you had still received a letter one morning—inviting you to the castle. You had believed in a hoax at first—a joke. Or maybe even a mistake. But, the letter had your name on it—written in pretty cursive.

You were hence invited to the castle of the royal family. Once confirmed, you began to be frightened. Many rumours went about that place…And some of them were gruesome.

Tales of man-eating monsters and bloodthirsty creatures hiding within the castle.

You didn’t know why you had been invited—but you knew that you had no choice but to accept the invitation or some misfortune might befall on you. You hence stepped within the walls of the dark castle where many had stepped in before—only to never return…

You knew you ought to bring a gift for the family, and hence chose to pluck flowers from your garden and bring them with you—hoping they would be enough to change your destiny.

HANNIBAL SR. THE KING:

Fleur de Lys.

For the king, you had brought magnificent fleurs de lys—the royal flower. It was said to bring peace and prosperity to a kingdom. You entered the throne room and sure enough, here was his majesty the king. Your knees started shaking as you made your way into the throne room and bowed deeply before none other than King Hannibal Lecter. His eyes seemed to bore into yours and he didn’t talk for a moment—until his eyes landed on the flowers.

"…Are those for me ?" He asked and you nodded before taking a step forward.

"Yes, my king." To your utter surprise, king Hannibal himself stood up and walked down the stairs of his throne to you. He then took the flowers in his hands and smiled.

"…Ah. Fleur de Lys. How thoughtful. A worthy gift. Such a lovely one at that." His eyes looked down at the unfortunate creature who had come into his castle for the sole purpose of being hunted.

"Tell me, my dear child. Why bring me flowers ?"

He was genuinely curious and you smiled before slowly looking back up at him.

"You and your family have been protecting this land and our way of life for as long as I can remember. And I knew that if I was to meet a king, then I was to bring a gift to show my gratitude as to this unexpected invitation."

Hannibal Sr looked at the villager curiously. It was rather odd. No villager had ever brought a gift with them before…But, it wasn’t unwelcome. He smiled. It was even quite touching in a way…He gave the flowers to a servant for them to put them in a vase. He then looked back down at the villager.

"What is your name, child ?" He asked—his voice authoritative and loud enough to echo all around the throne room like thunder.

"…Y/N. My king." You replied before looking up at him and he smiled as he looked at you curiously. You were intriguing. He hummed before returning to his throne to sit back down.

"How about I offer you a job, Y/N ? Would you like that ? Would you consider to work under my service ?" He asked and your eyes widened at the offer.

"Sir…I would love nothing more."

And just like that, you had now been hired by the royal family as a servant. And for the first time, the villagers saw one of their own return to the village. You quickly packed your bags and left—unaware the fate that you had miraculously escaped.

HANNIBAL JR. THE PRINCE REGENT:

Roses.

When you approached the gates, you could already see the guards staring at you with knowing smirks. You gulped. They seemed to know something about the purpose behind your visit and the way they looked at you made you involuntarily shiver…You looked at the roses in your hands. Perhaps your gift would spare you punishment, or even death ? You shook your head at the dark thoughts plaguing your mind before stepping inside and making your way to the throne room…You were expecting to meet with the king.

But instead, the Prince Regent was sitting there—his piercing gaze staring at you intensely as you approached.

"M-My prince…" You greeted him politely before bowing respectfully before him.

"…I was made aware that you had a gift for me, is that correct ?" He asked and you bowed your head deeply before offering the roses to his gaze.

"Yes, my prince. Roses." He scoffed before standing up to look at the roses closely.

"I have many roses within my kingdom, why would you bother bringing me such a gift ?" You stayed completely still and didn’t know how to answer.

"I…I just thought that his majesty would appreciate them. I have grown them myself and I thought that you would be able to appreciate a gift as this one because I heard you valued hard work and dedication. I only wished to prove myself to you."

Hannibal Jr smirked before grasping your chin and slowly tilting it up to look into your eyes.

"Very well…And what can you do for me then, little flower ?"

You started thinking about it before replying confidently.

"…Anything you want, my prince."

He studied your answer and smiled as his eyes didn’t leave yours for a second. He finally released your chin and seemed pleased by your answer.

"Anything you say ? Interesting."

Maybe…Would he keep that one ?

MORGAN HANNIBAL THE FIRST PRINCE: Pansies

Once you had entered, you followed your instincts to give you the path to the throne room, as no one seemed to be around to guide you. You started walking until you reached a magnificent door with lovely gold patterns. You thought it was the throne room and opened the door—only to end up in a library. You looked around curiously. The village didn’t have books such as these—not as many anyway…And besides, only a lucky few knew how to read. And they didn’t share their knowledge unless they were paid…

Then, your eyes landed on a book that was open on the table. You knew you better haste and find the throne room before your time was up but…Curiosity got the best of you and you slowly made your way to the book. You hoped there would at least be pictures for you to look at…Once close enough, you looked at the pages and found it rather curious to find the illustrated representation of a rabbit wearing a waistcoat and holding a pocket watch…How curious.

As the pages were flipped, more incongruous and confusing characters came in, all the more interesting as the pages went along…You couldn’t help but giggle at the sight of a smiling purple cat. You then wondered who that book might well belong to ?

Suddenly, you felt a presence behind you and before you could turn around—you felt the hand of a stranger at the back of your neck and forcing you to remain in the same position…bent over the book.

"…Do you like it ?" He asked—his voice merely a whisper in your ear and you gulped as you started becoming nervous.

"I…I didn’t mean to look at it. I am sorry, sir. Please. Forgive me."

He tsskd in disapproval before digging his fingers into your skin.

"Answer my question, little mouse…or your last words will be the apology."

And with that threat, your tongue started working on its own.

"Y-Yes. I like it. I love the pictures and the funny animals. I just…I would just like to understand more. I have trouble understanding the story. I am sorry."

He hummed behind you before sitting down next to you. That is when his face came into view and your eyes widened as you recognised the first prince…You wished to escape—but his grip hadn’t loosened as he took the book and opened it on the first page.

To your utter shock, he started reading it to you. His voice was cold, but poised and rich like cinnamon and melted sugar…After a while, you decided it was best to just listen and enjoy the privilege of being read to. You didn’t even notice when his grip on you finally loosened completely and he instead started circling the side of your throat with his thumb—seeking your pulse and wondering if you were afraid.

He searched for fear. He found none…His eyes settled on the flower pot you had brought with you…pansies. You had brought pansies to the castle and he held back a laugh before continuing reading to you.

You had no idea of the fate awaiting you.

KEVIN HANNIBAL THE MIDDLE PRINCE: Daffodils.

"HELLO, PRECIOUS !" You were stunned when the doors of the castle opened wide and none other than Prince Kevin came out with a big grin on his face. "Come in, luv’. Make yourself at home !"

He took your hand and before you could as much as let out a squeak of protest…You were already in. He dragged you all the way to—what you assumed to be—his bedroom. It was a great room with all the luxury one could afford…but what truly struck you wasn’t the fine furniture and incredible gold, silver and emerald green designs worthy of such a man…No.

It was the paintings.

Hundred of them. They were covering the walls and for a simple villager, it was like walking inside a great museum. You had never seen so many paintings, or even held a brush before. But, you couldn’t but to marvel facing all those reproductions of people you had met, people you had never met, places you had seen and other unseen…It put into perspective all the things you knew and didn’t in such a beautiful way.

The prince remained silent—observing you with a slight tilt of his lips. He was holding back a smile as he saw the admiration in your gaze…The middle prince was foreign by what the rumours said about him—from a country far away surrounded by water and where dark creatures resided. But, his smiling face was a complete contrast with what you thought your first meeting with royalty would be.

"Not bad, eh ?" He asked and his accent rolled off his tongue in such a way that it inwardly made you smile for some reason.

"Those are…incredible, my prince." He chuckled at your compliment before looking down at the flowers in your hands.

"Are those for little old me ?" Before you could answer, he took the flowers from you and smiled at the daffodils. He then did something unexpected and threw the flowers on his bed. You were about to ask the reason before he wordlessly guided you to the bed and laid you down carefully. He then started placing the flowers all around your head—as if putting together an art piece. When he was finished, he smiled.

"Don’t move." He then quickly grabbed brushes, colours and a canvas to start painting. You didn’t dare move as he put himself to work and silent fell all around you—except for the occasional sounds of the careful strokes of his paintbrush on the canvas and your breathing. After a while, you dared to glance at the prince and observe him as he worked. He was…quite handsome. His eyelids lowered and his eyes focused on his work. You didn’t know the reason for your summoning, but you would have never thought it was to be the model for the prince’s next art piece.

Suddenly, his eyes met yours and he smiled knowingly—for a moment resembling his own art in the perfection of his traits.

You smiled back.

PETER HANNIBAL. THE YOUNGEST PRINCE: Sunflower.

Peter was bored. His father and brothers were all busy with their duties and he wasn’t allowed outside the wall of his room. He sighed and was staring out his window. He wished for a friend…a friend to come and cure his boredom. And as if his prayers had finally been answered, someone entered his room—someone new. He had first expected Morgan or Kevin, but his eyes lit up when he realised that it was someone he had never seen before…

"Oh. My apologies. I…I am afraid I am a bit lost."

His mouth was about to speak up when they landed on the sunflower in your hand instead. A sunflower ? You had brought a sunflower ? He stared at it and you noticed. You smiled before giving it to him. He was surprised, but smiled at the gift that he eagerly received and stared at…

"Could you please tell me the direction of the throne room ?" They asked with an incredibly sweet voice and Peter was stunned for a few seconds. The throne room ? No…So, they were the next meal ? The next one to be served as dinner for his family ? He looked them up and down and in a matter of seconds—took a decision. He stood up and went to the door to lock it. He then remained with his back facing you for a while before slowly turning back towards you with the biggest grin on his face.

"C-Could you play a game with me ? Just the two of us ?" You blinked twice in astonishment at his request before chuckling nervously.

"Hum…I am not sure, my prince. I think I ought to go to the throne room now before I arrive late…"

"Just one. PLEASE !" He pleaded and you knew that he wouldn’t take no for an answer, so you smiled and nodded in agreement. "Sure. What is the game then, my prince ?"

He giggled and his face got closer to you before he replied:

"Listen to me and do everything I say or…you die." You were taken aback for a moment before you huffed a nervous laugh.

"…What ?"

Suddenly, his jovial smile disappeared—replaced by darkness in his eyes.

"You heard me. Do as I say or…my papa and my brothers will find you and eat you. But, I can keep you safe. I can help you. All you have to do is promise to be my friend !" At that last part, he grinned again and you knew better than to ignore such words. They were no laughing matter—especially that you knew you hadn’t been the first to be summoned and to never return. You realised that he wasn’t kidding and you gulped. What choice did you have ?

You bowed.

"Yes. Thank you, my prince."

His grin widened before he hugged you tightly.

"You and I…we’re gonna be best friends. You’ll see. And I’ll love you and you’ll love and it is gonna be so great ! You’ll see…"

Indeed, you would…

You thought before a petal of the sunflower fell to the floor.

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hwanchaesong · 1 year

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Love Scenario

Jeong Yunho X Reader

genre & warnings: fluff, angst, historical au! (kind of like forbidden love), mentions of illness, death/killing, betrayal and heartbreak, bittersweet ending lmao

word count: 3.1k

a/n: here ya go~ @marievllr-abg i chose Yunho for this one cuz i can really imagine him in a historical au 😭 hope you like it! to anyone who wants to request, these are the rules. thank you 🫶

You rolled your eyes for the fifth time that day, adjusting your outfit and trying to block the words that keep on coming out of your mother's mouth.

"Oh! And make sure not to go over the river, that is not our territory anymore. They might kill y-"

"Mom." you called out for her, cutting off her sentence and giving her a hug. You felt her tense body relax for a bit, "It'll be fine. I'm old enough to know all the rules of our land."

Your mother sighed, finally hugging you back, "Just make sure to follow all of it, it's dangerous out there, honey."

You gave her a squeeze and pulled away, a large grin broke out on your face before you hurriedly picked up your things when you heard the call of your trainer.

"I'll come back to you mom, safe and sound, I promise." you pecked her cheek and bade her goodbye, running downstairs that you almost bumped to your brother.

"Watch where you're going! Oh? Is it today?" the prince of your kingdom, Mingi, inquired.

"Yep!" you gleefully replied as your giant of a brother waved you off, murmuring a soft 'take care' before going on his own way.

You understand why your family protects you so much, the only princess of your land. They still see you as their fragile and sickly girl, and you can't blame them for that. You had been terribly ill as a child, god almost took you from your them one time, but that was long ago! Now, you're a strong and healthy lady, ready to be independent.

Your kingdom has this coming of age tradition, in which all of the young highnesses were allowed to explore the entirety of the nation, including the vast forests and cold seas. Accompanied by a veteran trainer trusted by the monarchs, this will last for two days and three nights.

You were beyond excited and nervous as your feet took you to your father's chamber, wanting his blessing before you go.

You opened the grand doors of the room, your father's eyes crinkling with happiness when he saw you, "Ah, my princess is all grown up."

You giggled, coming up to him and wrapping your arms around him, your father immediately reciprocating the action, "I was actually waiting for this my whole life."

"I know, I know." he cleared his throat and you took this as a sign to get serious. You pulled away and bowed down, watching as he took a sword and unsheathed it, the blade gently touching your shoulders alternately as your father chanted akin to that of a prayer.

"May you do great as always, my daughter." you looked up and saw the sword being handed to you. With determination in your eyes, you gratefully accepted the sword, "Yes, I will father."

Upon exiting the palace, your trainer slash cousin Seungcheol is already waiting for you in front of the carriage. "There you are, now come so we'll arrive at the destination before afternoon."

During the trip, you can't help but miss your family already, your cousin's words drowning under your thoughts.

"So that happens when you pass the river- Hey! Hey! Okay then, don't listen to me." he sulked, crossing his arms like a child.

You turned to him and tapped his biceps, laughing a bit, "I'm sorry, I'm just thinking."

"About what?"

"Hm," you put a hand under your chin, "about the river something?" you smiled sheepishly, earning a groan from Seungcheol.

"I'll repeat it, listen carefully this time!"

You nodded your head, full attention on the male in front of you.

"Pretty sure that you already know about the 'no trespassing the river' rule because of some ghosts." you laughed a bit when his tone went sarcastic. "In reality, it was said that an assassin from the neighboring kingdom lives just beyond that boundary. So never step foot in there in order to stay alive."

You listened well to him. Followed all the advice that everyone told you. But when left alone while exploring, (Seungcheol told you to get yourself familiar with the area while he set up the camp) a tiny curiosity couldn't help but creep within your insides.

And what do they always say? Curiosity killed the cat. Well no, but an arrow almost killed you.

If you were to explain yourself, you were just mesmerized at the beauty of the plains that you completely forgot all about the rules and regulations. C'mon, those pretty wild flowers were practically begging to be picked and made into a flower crown. You didn't realize that the said river was already in front of you, carelessly crossing over it when an arrow suddenly went 'woosh!' right beside your head.

You are doomed. So doomed and frankly, you are more scared of Seungcheol's scolding than the dilemma at hand.

A sharp edge was felt behind your head and you supposed that it was the arrow of the perpetrator, "Who are you and what do you need in here?"

You broke into a cold sweat, racking your brain for some sort of lie that you could make up on the spot, "I um, I am.. a-a merchant?"

The stranger raised an eyebrow, "You don't seem so sure of your own occupation."

You straightened up and cleared your throat, "A merchant."

The man behind you scanned your figure before heaving a sigh, lowering his weapon down and giving you a warning, "Well, Miss Merchant, I suggest you leave as soon as possible. This is not a place for commoners like you."

You heard him scuffling before picking up his footsteps. Now, you consider yourself a logical person. Someone who thinks before doing some things, but as of the moment, it seems like you love to surprise yourself even more.

"Excuse me, sir!" you acted before you could think. Turning around and catching a glimpse of him before he could walk away from you.

And my god was he beautiful.

His skin glows under the afternoon sunlight, casting an orange hue over his soft yet sharp features that made him appear ethereal.

"What is that you want?" he asked, tone annoyed at your persistence.

You dumbly pointed over to the flowers, "I um," you winced when you realized that you stammered for the second time since you met with the guy, "those flowers. My family told me that they cost a lot, so would you please allow me to gather some before I leave."

His eyes scanned the area before he walked towards the fields, motioning for you to follow him. You smiled a bit, running after him and you couldn't help but observe him a bit more.

He is incredibly tall, heck, he could even match your brother's height! And it's not like you're bragging, but your lovely brother is considered the tallest in your kingdom.

You were so deep into your thoughts that you didn't notice him halt, causing you to bump into his broad back.

"Ouch!" you yelped, earning yourself a glare from him.

"Are you always this much of a klutz?" he pinched the bridge of his nose before pointing downwards, "Now gather. We don't have all day."

You hastily plucked some flowers, and when you were done, you thanked the man and sprinted out of there. You were scared shitless, his voice was cold and the way he looks at you was dangerous.

It doesn't take a genius to know who the man is. He was the infamous assassin that killed many of your nation's skilled knights. You weren't even sure where you got the courage to ask him a favor, let alone talk to him.

Only a few seconds of your marathon, a hand gripped your wrist.

Dear lord, are you gonna die?

You are so young. You still have a lot to do in this lifetime. How you wished you listened to your mother and cousin. If only you weren't so-

"You dropped this."

Oh?

You spun on your heels and saw his outstretch hand, handing you a red tulip that may have escaped your small bag. You cautiously took the flower in his hand, gazing at it intently, and when you were about to thank him.. he was gone.

When you got back to the camp, your ears almost got busted by Seungcheol. Your cousin was talking nonstop, asking questions here and there, and when you had enough, you escaped from him by pretending to be tired and sleepy.

Although, drowsiness didn't visit you. The man that you met earlier is fogging your mind, and in the midst of your stupidity, you decide to go back and meet him once more the next day.

Thus, the position you're in as of now.

"Why are you here again?" the tall man went closer to you, he had you pinned on a tree and a knife on your neck.

You grunted when he pushed you further into the tree, "It's either you tell me what you really want or you'll die right here."

The blade sunk deeper into your skin. Deeper. Deeper.

"I'm interested in you."

The blade stopped.

He squinted his eyes at you, doubting what he heard, "Pardon?"

"I said," you took a deep breath, "I am interested in you."

He scoffed, not believing your words, "You must be crazy." he lets you go, putting his knife back into his pocket.

"You must be too," you bite back, "seeing that you stopped attacking me."

He turned to you once more, willing himself to act civil in front of you, "What's your name, woman?"

"Y/N, and you?"

"Yunho. Jeong Yunho."

He doesn't know why and how, but as much as he hates to admit it, he does have this inkling inquisitiveness about you as well.

He couldn't get you out of his mind since he saw you yesterday. You with your bright eyes and innocent demeanor.

It wasn't a coincidence that his arrow missed, heck, he was the most vicious killer out there, yet he didn't put an end into your life.

He broke the first rule of his job, 'kill all intruders that dare to step in their kingdom's territory.'

And now, he is breaking the second rule, 'never give true information about yourself to anybody.'

"Yunho." your voice sends shivers down his spine, loving the way you say his name.

"Yeah?"

You gave him a dazzling smile, one that could potentially blind him if possible, "Would you be a dear and show me around?"

You bet he did.

With a bit of hesitance and convincing on your part, he accepted your offer.

He showed you every nook and cranny of the forests, shores and fields, and you enjoyed every moment with him.

At first, you were done doing all the talking. He had his guard up the whole time, but when lunch time came and you brought out a whole ass meal... dude became a whole different person.

He was beaming like a little kid, munching away and at the end of it, you were the victor as he gave you a compliment about your food (no, you did not cook it, credits are rightfully given to Seungcheol).

The peak of your hang out with him was when he led you to a secluded area on the top of a hill, the sunset showcasing its grace.

"Woah, it's beautiful." you murmured, mesmerized at the scenery.

"It is." his gaze went over to you, and he thinks that he must have been blessed if he's able to see such a lady like you.

"Hey." your voice brought him out of his daydream, "I wanna give you this." you pulled out a flower crown from your bag, abruptly putting it on his head that caught him off guard.

"You look pretty in that." you snickered, standing up and dusting off your dress.

"You're going?" he asked, still in a daze to what is happening.

"Yes. It's almost seven, I have to go or else that man will end up scolding me again."

'That man?'

Yunho could feel the familiar green monster creeping up on him, thus, he followed you home.

He was surprised when you hugged a guy, laughing and talking to him like he means the world to you. He won't accept that.

Last night that you'll be able to meet with him, and you surely did not expect him to put you in this position.

"Yunho? What are you doing?" you questioned him, his body awfully close to yours.

"I should ask you that question. Who was that man you were with last night?"

Ah, so he was jealous.

You cup his cheeks, a soft expression on your face, "That was my cousin, you fool."

Yunho was relieved to say the least, no competition on his part.

"Thank god."

It was the irony of the situation that made it ridiculous of him to thank the heavens. He was so sure that the deities out there resent him for everything that he had done, even up to this moment, the facade he had been keeping.

Truly, he was a fool, and so are you. Allowing a murderer like him to hold you like this. Allowing the close proximity between your faces, lips close enough to touch, breaths mingling with each other.

"Y/N!" a booming, familiar voice startled the both of you. Your heart was beating so fast, you think it'll leap outside of your chest any minute now.

"You fucker!" Seungcheol jumped from the trees, ready to slash Yunho "How dare you lay a hand on her!"

Luckily, Yunho's flexibility is excellent, easily reacting from the other male's attack and pushing you away at the same time.

"No, Seungcheol!" you yelled, trying to alleviate the situation.

"He's-"

"Shut it, Y/N. I knew something was up when you avoided my questions the other night." he countered, eyes full of rage.

"Seungcheol, please listen to me." you plead, eyes getting watery to the situation presented in front you.

Your cousin paid no mind to you, turning his body to Yunho, fully drawing his sword out and getting ready to fight the assassin.

"What are you planning?" he questioned the larger guy's intentions, "You knew this girl you're with is the princess of your rival nation."

He knew who you were?

"My plan's ruined now, I guess." a smirk made its way to Yunho's lips. His dark eyes focused on you two, "I just want some information, to be honest."

Information? From you?

Your head was spinning and you felt like throwing up, "What is happening?" you bumbled, making Yunho raised an eyebrow.

"You really are dumb aren't you? You think I'll be with you if you're a commoner?"

Tiny pieces of your heart are shattered. So this is what getting your heart broken feels like.

You didn't notice the tears that rolled down your cheeks. You didn't notice the way Yunho widened his eyes with regret.

"You insolent little-!" Seungcheol charged forward, keen on killing the assassin, or at least hurt him. It was effective, seeing that Yunho was distracted.

"Tch." Yunho leaped away, preparing to depart, "You'll pay for this wound you gave me, Choi Seungcheol. I'll be back."

He gave you one last look, then he was gone.

"I can't believe you were this close to death. What were you thinking, making contact with a menace like him!?" your mother wailed beside your bed, holding your hands tightly.

You heard her, but you were too out of it to even give a coherent reply.

You were used. Deceived. Broken.

Mixed emotions and thoughts swirling around your heart and mind, you were such a dimwit. Thinking that you could change a man like him, or maybe he could treat you differently.

Outside the palace, you could hear the shouts of the men, chaos ensuing all over as the order to capture Jeong Yunho was issued.

"Get him!"

"Find everywhere! Anywhere!"

"If you can't capture him, kill him. That is an order!"

"Your majesty!" a guard knocked on your door, "The king wants to have a conversation with you."

Your mother stood up, glancing at you worriedly before walking out, "I'll be back soon, honey. Wait for me."

You were unmoving for a few minutes when loud thumping resonated from your window. You were alarmed, but still went over to your window.

You got the shock of your life when you saw the person outside.

Jeong Yunho.

His expression says it all, practically begging you to open up and let him in. To let him explain.

So you did, knowing how weak you are for him.

"Y/N!" he enveloped you in his arms, savoring the moment.

"Yunho." your arms automatically clung to him, "Yunho!" you sobbed. You couldn't let go of him.

"This will be quick Y/N. Listen to me and please, please believe everything that I will say."

You nodded and he leaned his head forward, his forehead resting against yours. "I am truly sorry for what I said the other day. I didn't mean it."

"Really?" you whispered, wanting more assurance from him.

"Yes. I will never mean that. I just.. I just have to keep an act. I have to do it in order to protect you."

He knows that if he spelled his realest, deepest feelings for you during his encounter with Seungcheol, you'll be in bigger trouble. He doesn't want that to happen to you, he wants you to live comfortably, even if it means that he'll go through hell for it.

You didn't know what to say, you were at a loss for words, and he took it as his cue to continue.

"I am sorry. I-"

"Someone has broken in!" a shriek outside made him flinch, and he knows that he has to end this meeting.

"I will come back for you, I promise. Even if it kills me."

"No!" you wailed, clinging to him even more, "Please stay alive for me."

He couldn't take this anymore, the emotions are bubbling up inside him and there is only one way he knows how to project all of it.

Thus, he kissed you passionately.

Lips moving in sync and the precious moment was cut short when loud footsteps were fast approaching your room.

Then you felt something soft in your head, followed by a last kiss before he disappears into the darkness, "Y/N, I love you. Always remember that."

You gasped when your door opened, your mother and father's concerned gazes bore into you before it traveled onto your head.

"What's that?"

You immediately grabbed the item, salty tears forming in the corner of your eyes upon seeing what it was.

The flower crown that you gave him.

The flowers are starting to wilt, but if you observe closely, one can see that it was taken care of. Handled gently as to not destroy it. Exactly how he held and stared at you for tonight... Tender and full of adoration.

You held it close to your chest, holding back your cries as you pray to anyone who could hear to protect the man that you'll tirelessly wait for.

"I love you too, Yunho."

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wheres-mylove · 9 months

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as if!

Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Tyrell!Reader

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Summary: It's just another day of dealing with unpleasant professors, unwanted admirers, and now Aemond Targaryen on top of it. Miss Tyrell welcomes a new housemate. He's quite charming. In his own way. Disclaimer: English isn't my first language! Word count: 3.3k

The skirt's hem swirled around her legs as she spun in front of the grand gilded mirror.

“Just to be sure, how do I look in green?” asked (Y/N), squinting and carefully analyzing her reflection. “Because if not stunning, I’m afraid I can’t leave the house.”

Mr. Tyrell didn't take his gaze off the stack of papers on the table, only murmured approvingly. His daughter placed her hands on her hips. These damned lawyers and their workaholism.

“There wasn't supposed to be any reading of lawsuits at breakfast! You're not even listening to me.”

“You're a rose, dearest. Green and red are your colors,” the man replied, finally looking up and sending her a self-satisfied smile.

(Y/N) shook her head and checked her phone notifications, deftly avoiding unread messages from Arryk Cargyll.

Gods, men and their inability to read the signals.

“What are your plans for the afternoon?” Mr. Tyrell asked suddenly, tapping the table with his pen.

“Coffee date with Baela. Looking pretty and discussing existential problems,” she said, lost in thought about whether to block the pest.

“You have to stay here after you’re finished with your classes. I'm heading to the court, and we'll have a guest,” her father informed, finally earning a bit of her attention.

“You invited that hot prosecutor chick to our place?” she asked with great enthusiasm, receiving a disapproving look in return. “What? You two would make a good - looking couple.”

“I will just pretend that I didn't hear that. Do you remember Alicent Hightower? Married to Baela’s uncle. The divorce case from around four years ago. Custody battles, side family feuds, property disputes? A very… emotional woman.”

“Alicent, Alicent…. Wait, that beautiful lady who cried so much?” she inquired. Mr. Tyrell nodded. “Ah, I’ve heard that story, she had every right to act the way she did! Stop calling women emotional. So, you're after divorced ones now? Aside from being friends with Bae, I also know Aegon, that's a bit awkward, dad.”

Her father sighed and waved his hand, losing his patience.

“Well, now you'll meet Aemond. I offered him some sort of a collaboration. I have tons of work, I can't keep up. No help from anywhere. An inheritance scorned.” He gave her a meaningful look.

“Lawyers are super boooring. I don't meddle in such shady business.”

“The young man just graduated from Oldtown University and he's really promising. I need someone to handle the responsibility. I also feel a bit obligated to Alicent, she's an old friend of mine, and the trial was, how to phrase it, rather nasty,” Mr. Tyrell continued. “He'll stay with us here for a while. That will make him more available whenever there’s a new task.”

“What now, excuse me? In our house?” She dramatically spread her arms, gesturing to everything around. “How sweet that you're asking for my opinion.”

“Oh, come on, dearest, this house is so big that you could get lost in it. We barely bump into each other. You won't notice he's here. Besides, don't pretend you spend so much time indoors. King's Landing pulls you outside.”

“Who would have thought that you’ll end up as a philanthropist,” she muttered, crossing her arms and plopping down onto a chair with a pout. “Men are nothing but trouble. The vibes won't be the same anymore.”

“If Aemond becomes any trouble for you, you have a lawyer for a father, keep that in mind. Just threaten him.”

“Dad, he's also somewhat capable in that field. Didn’t you call him promising?”

“Yes, but which one of us is a big fish?” Mr Tyrell stood up and patted her shoulder. “Be nice, as nice as you can. Oh, and he'll take a cab from the airport. I'd risk a personal injury case if you were to pick him up.”

Baela got out of the car, clutching her heart with one hand and gripping the door handle tightly with the other.

“This is the last time you gave me a ride!” she exclaimed, to which (Y/N) burst out laughing.

“You're exaggerating, Bae.” She tossed the keys in the air and caught them with the same hand. “There's no better driver in Westeros than me.”

“You're the best at speeding and ignoring road signs, I'll give you that,” her friend said, fixing the mess of curls that the rush of air had created. (Y/N) lightly hit her butt with the textbook she had in her hand. Baela sucked in air indignantly.

She couldn't retaliate because her phone played 7/11 by Beyoncé, signaling an incoming call.

“Jace,” Baela announced softly and picked up the call with a voice that was definitely higher than usual. “Hey, babe, what's up?”

The girl passed her on the stairs, engrossed in a conversation with her boyfriend. (Y/N) rolled her eyes. Bae stopped in the uni hall, still on the phone, gesturing that she'd catch up in a moment. There was nothing left to do but sigh in irritation and head to the classroom. This part of the campus was still mostly empty, but it didn't take long until she heard fast footsteps behind her.

“Hey, Miss Tyrell!”

Oh gods, no, not this, please.

Arryk caught up with her and put his arm around her shoulder. (Y/N) forced a fake half-smile and smoothly slipped out of his grip. If he was disappointed by that, he didn't show it. After all, she didn't owe him anything.

As if. Who does he think he is?

“Hey,” she replied dryly, hoping to deter any silly ideas he might have in his head. “I’m waiting for Baela.”

“I'll wait with you then,” he suggested with a hopeful tone. (Y/N) grimaced, desperately looking for someone she could use as an excuse to escape this conversation. “I messaged you yesterday. You probably didn't notice, that’s alright.”

“No, I just didn't have time to reply,” she clarified, finally spotting someone on the horizon who rarely attended that class, so his presence now was almost a miracle. "I have something to discuss with Targaryen. Bye.”

She left Arryk in the middle of the hallway, greeted a few people she recognized from the course, and stood in front of Aegon, who was leaning against the wall with his eyes closed.

“A bit hungover?” she asked sweetly, trying not to laugh at the guy who struggled to open his eyes just to look at her.

“Good morning to you too, princess,” he mumbled, rubbing his temples in pain. “If I didn't have to, I wouldn't come here.”

Aegon Targaryen wasn't an exemplary student. He got kicked out of Oldtown University because his academic progress was non-existent. Now he was back in King's Landing. He could've changed his environment, but his love for parties, alcohol and weed remained.

She offered him a bottle of water. Aegon eyed it suspiciously.

“What can you tell me about your brother, Aemond?”

“I knew it wasn't out of kindness,” he grumbled, taking the water. “Don't you have other drinks?"

“He'll be working with my dad,” she explained, ignoring the silly question. “And he'll probably be staying with us. Is he nice?”

Aegon nearly choked on the water he was so eagerly sipping on.

“Oh, honey. My condolences. Take it as an invitation to my dorm in case the Ice Queen won’t let you live. I haven't seen him since I got kicked out, and I can't say I particularly miss him.”

“Elaborate on that,” she demanded, already seeing Baela heading their way. She had impeccable timing, as Professor Borris Baratheon was trailing right behind her.

“If he wasn't my brother, I'd say he's a pretentious dick. But he's my brother, so I won't say that. You’ll let me know how things are when he arrives, yeah?”

“Sure. Thanks, Targaryen.” She shook her head with mild disgust as he tried to hand her back the half-empty bottle. “Keep it.”

“And about that invitation to the dorm…”

“Forget about it.”

(Y/N) Tyrell and Baela Targaryen shared identical expressions as they received their graded assignments. Disappointment mixed with anger. Professor Baratheon continued handing out the papers, unaware of two death glares directed at his back.

“We spent two days in the library writing these pathetic pieces of shit,” Baela grumbled, flipping the stack of papers so she wouldn't have to look at the grade.

“Maybe he can't fucking read,” (Y/N) commented with a frown. She looked around the room and noticed Aegon on the other end, banging his head against the back of Jason Lannister's chair. The latter turned towards her, and raised his hand slightly in a greeting gesture. She reciprocated with a smile and put her paper up as a silent question. He gave her a thumbs-down with a comical grimace. “Looks like everyone did spectacular.”

“Baratheon’s just a bitter old man,” Baela summed up.

“I'm going to argue with him.”

“(Y/N)...” Bae began with a sigh, but her friend already had her hand raised high and was clearing her throat.

Professor Baratheon turned towards her with an expression that indicated he'd rather be anywhere else but here.

“Yes, Miss Tyrell?” he asked wearily.

“What about the extra points for the discussion on intersectionality in Westerosi culture? I don't see that you took it into account, professor,” she said, tapping her nails on the desk.

“If I remember correctly, your statement consisted of praising the influences of Dorne, and I quote, because they have excellent wine, and negating those from the Riverlands, as you don't like the people there.”

“There's something about them that makes them unlikeable, don't you think, professor?”

Baela was still laughing when they both walked out of the glass-walled building together.

“It's not funny, Bae. He has some issues; lately, he's been grading us more severely.” She stopped mid-step, causing her friend to almost bump into her. “Of course. You don't think at all! He has recently divorced his wife. He must be sexually frustrated.”

“He's more likely to get gray hairs from his daughters. Have you seen the state of the place after that party at Cassandra's?”

“We need to find him some pussy. I'm serious. Set him up with someone, and he'll calm the fuck down. I'll analyze the faculty members and choose someone who's perfect for him,” (Y/N) nodded, as if confirming her brilliant idea.

“You're joking.”

“I'm not.”

Baela dropped onto a nearby bench with a groan and gave (Y/N) a skeptical look.

“You can't play matchmaker for the professors!”

“Who's going to stop me?”

“It's going to come back to bite you someday, honey. Less meddling in other people's lives, more interest in your own. Am I seeing things, or is Jason Lannister staring at you more than usual?”

“Don't change the subject; I don't give a damn about Lannister,” (Y/N) snorted, absentmindedly playing with the strap of her pink designer bag. “I wish all men would just leave me alone.”

“Having a boyfriend isn't the worst curse you can bring upon yourself, you know?”

(Y/N) grumbled and sat down next to her friend, resting her head on Baela's shoulder.

“I don't like the fact that you're content with Velaryon, because you deserve better,” she stated after a while, to which Bae chuckled.

“Because you didn't pick him for me? I apologize profusely for not utilizing the services of a matrimonial agency.”

“Oh, come on, hot stuff. You're extraordinary, and you need an extraordinary man.”

“They probably don't make those anymore.”

(Y/N) made a saddened face and snuggled into her friend's jacket.

“It's bordering on controlling behavior how often he calls you. You should dump him,” she mumbled, to which Baela let out a belly laugh.

They both knew that (Y/N) didn't truly hate Jace Velaryon, but it was hard for her to accept the idea that someone so close to her heart might not be getting what she deemed the best.

“I saw you talking to Aegon. I thought we were keeping a strategic distance from my cousin,” Bae began.

“Aemond Targaryen is getting friendly with my dad and is coming to stay at our place.”

“Wait, what?” Baela exclaimed, looking at her with surprise. “And you're telling me about this now?”

“Please, don’t make it worse. That dumbass have already told me to watch out, I'm starting to fear this fucking encounter.”

“Aemond isn't so bad, but he's… Well, one of a kind.” The girl scratched her neck awkwardly, pulled her phone out of her pocket, and began scrolling down the photo gallery. “I think it's best to leave him alone, not get in his way. Oh, and not force him to be a member of society.”

She brought a family pic under (Y/N)'s nose and zoomed in on a tall guy with platinum hair, definitely longer than Aegon's, and a stern expression on his face. One of his eyes glowed with an unnatural sapphire light.

If he's as unbearable as he is handsome, we're going to have a problem.

The sofa in the living room was designed to offer a perfect view of the driveway. (Y/N) took her position at the observation point. Her legs spread out on the armrest, gaze fixed on the window, Baela on the video call.

“Lower the volume on Cher, I can barely hear you,” Bae demanded from the other end of the line.

“How can you say such blasphemy?” (Y/N) scolded her, but obediently reached for the speaker, all while singing out of tune at the top of her lungs. “Emotional fireee, every time I see you, I’m on fire!”

“Gods, I thought you'd have a bigger problem, but honestly, bitch, Aemond might not be able to handle it mentally either. You two might actually kill each other.”

“It won't be that bad, I know how to behave,” the girl retorted. “Plus, he won't stay here forever. Probably just until my dad gets through most urgent cases. Later we will let that man find his own place. His family is rich, Alicent got a shitload of money after the divorce.”

“As she should! But seriously, I believe in you. Do you want me to write you a Get well card for tomorrow?”

(Y/N) Tyrell then noticed a car parking in front of the house. It didn't belong to her father, so it had to be Targaryen arriving.

“Target identified, now approaching. I'll message you later!”

“Good luck, bestie!”

They hung up. She wasn't sure whether to wait for him to ring the doorbell or to go outside. While she pondered, Aemond paid the driver and pulled a large black suitcase from the trunk.

Apparently, someone was ready for an extended stay. And had an aversion to colors of the rainbow.

She wondered how someone could look so good after hours of airplane travel. He was dressed in a black tracksuit, Adidas shoes, hair pulled back into a low bun at the nape of his neck. Life was truly unfair. She shook her head and smoothed out the creases in her green spaghetti strap dress, which cost more than she had told her father. Good thing she didn't change. At least she had the upper hand in terms of clothing.

She opened the door just as the car was driving away, and Aemond was about to ring the doorbell. He raised an eyebrow and scrutinized her with an assessing gaze.

Oh my. He had that down even better than her.

“You're not Mr. Tyrell,” he almost accused. Maybe he was hoping to avoid any interaction beyond what was necessary.

“You're very observant,” she replied before she could bite her tongue. Targaryen raised his chin slightly. Stop, dad told her to be nice. Be nice. “Hi. (Y/N) Tyrell. I'm the daughter.”

“Hmm,” Aemond grunted, still not tearing his gaze away. Baela's photo didn't fully capture his sharp, almost noble features. One eye was prosthetic, a deep sapphire hue.

She realized they had been standing in the doorway for quite some time, locked in a silent staring contest. She stepped back to let him inside.

“Please come in,” she said, forcing a polite tone. He entered the house slowly, one hand holding the suitcase. Bypassed her in the doorway, still maintaining eye contact.

Weird guy. She closed the door behind them and cleared her throat.

“Aemond, right?” she asked after a moment, feeling uneasy about him being so quiet.

“Yes,” he replied in a flat voice, raising his brows as if she had asked him a very dumb question.

Okay, that was nonsensical, but she had to do something about this awkward silence.

“How was your journey?”

“Fine.”

“Dad mentioned that you'll be working together. He speaks very highly of you,” she began, stepping closer and mustering a friendly smile.

“He didn't mention you at all.”

Oh. How courteous. Wonderful!

(Y/N) folded her hands behind her back and nodded, deciding to tap into her previously prepared formula to get this over with.

“You'll be sleeping in one of the guest rooms, upstairs and the first door on the left. There's a bathroom and a walk-in closet inside. My room is in the right wing, also the first door, if you need anything. The cleaning lady comes twice a week, but you can let her know if you don't want her to enter. This is the living room. Further in, there's the dining room and the kitchen. You're welcome to use them as you please. Although dad suggests we have dinner together, it's just an offer.”

She finished her speech with a deep inhale. Aemond had been watching her carefully. She felt her hands getting sweaty. Did he ever blink?

He nodded, the only sign that her words had reached him, since he hadn't said a single word yet.

As Aegon called him, what was that? The Ice Queen? It suited him. She thought he would go to his room and free her from his presence, but he continued to stand still.

“Do you want something to drink?” she asked uncertainly, not sure what to do with him.

“A glass of tonic, if it's not a problem,” he said, finally tearing his gaze away and sweeping it around the living room.

“No problem at all! You can take the time to bring your luggage upstairs. Unless you need help?”

Aemond first looked at his suitcase, then at her with a sour expression. Maybe his ego would suffer if a girl helped him with something heavy.

“No.”

She took some relief in that. At least she could escape him, even if only for a moment. She deliberately took her time looking for a glass, then wiping it clean, and pouring him some Schweppes that was stocked in the fridge.

Let that asshole wait.

She found him in the living room, casually leaning against the wall and examining her copy of The Lady of the Camellias. She had left it on the small table next to the couch, so he must have picked it up.

She clenched her fingers around the glass, suddenly infuriated that he was going through her stuff.

“Yours?” he asked, and she could swear on every Italian fashion house that she saw a hint of a pleased smirk on his face.

“Yes, I read it at night when I can't fall asleep. That's some serious sleep-inducing boredom,” she retorted in a nearly defensive tone, though she already knew what he had found inside.

“Quite a lot of annotations for someone who finds Dumas boring,” Aemond replied, his tone filled with smugness.

The steam was almost coming out of her ears. He enters her house and pushes his way into the realm she considered private.

Nobody was allowed to read that. Her thoughts, hers only.

She took a few quick steps toward him, snatched the book from his hand, and put a glass in there instead.

“Here.”

He didn't thank her, or maybe she didn't hear it because she walked away in a hurry.

She hoped that Aemond Targaryen would stay away from her belongings. Stay away from her books, her life and the first room in the right wing.

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Fwel Tsaheylu (Broken Bond)

Reader is part of the Sully family

Lo'ak's younger twin and eldest daughter

This is my first post and first time writing one of these so please be nice ♡

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The light of the stars shone down onto pandora far below them. The bioluminecent plants glowed many diffrent colors in the darkness of eclipse. The leaves shiffted, moving lightly with the small wind that blew through them. It blew upwind, a crucial piece of knowledge for any hunter to know. Couldn't have your hunt being able to smell you before you caught it. Any movement out of place would lose you your catch. Stay still, stay quiet, make as little movement as possible when you notch your bow in your arrow. Place the bow, pull back, make sure your in the right position, exhale, keep an eye on your target, aim, release. And try not to miss.

Like i just did.

Startled, the animal quickly ran away from the arrow that shot past it.

"That was so off" i whispered to myself, i was glad none of my siblings were around to make fun of me for missing the most simple shot. I was too caught up in my own thoughts. I came out to hunt at night to clear my head when i couldnt sleep and ended up being caught up enough in my own thoughts that i didnt even hit it at all.

It had become some what of a normality for me at this stage, the sneaking out of the village, sneaking out of my hammock where i would sleep near my family at night. At least i had my own hammock when i used to have to sleep with my parents and siblings. Sometimes i needed more time to myself, to sort through my thoughts without interruption and i couldnt do that while lying still as my family slept around me. My mind was far too active, my guard was still up, my tail still forced to silence at my side instead of being able to freely swish back and forth in annoyance or anger or any other emotion it portrayed that i couldnt show to my family without being questioned a hundred diffrent ways of what was wrong.

They ment well, i know they did but that didnt make it any less hard when they looked at you with pity, with anticipation or knowing. When they looked at you like they could see through your lies and into your soul. See through the barrier you put around yourself, that you used to keep people at a safe distance in hopes that that way it would hurt less if you let them down.

It would hurt less if they never had expectations for you at all in the first place but it was impossible for that to be the case with my family. Even if it wasnt the type of expectation that my eldest brother had to mold himself into or even the expectations that my second brother had tried to fit himself to while following in the footsteps of our eldest brother.

No,no. The expectations set out for me were probably the simplest and yet the most impossible thing for me to do. But i guess thats how everyones problems are. They may not seem like all that big of a deal to another person, mabey that person could even find an easy way through that problem. But your problem is a problem because it is tailored to fit you and only you exactly and that creates the feeling of isolation of lonleyness and despair.

Because then you feel like no one else would be able to understand, no one else would be able to help you through the problem so in the end you have to find the correct path on your own. Even if that means you feel those emotions and many more while you try to claw your way back out of that dark pit and back to the light. The problem with this is that while some can accomplish such a feat, many cannot. Even faced with that realisation many still chose to try, because thats all you can do until you can try no more.

"Ah..."

"I did it again..."

I mentally hit myself for zoning out once again. I figured that with my latest failure it was time to head back. I ran to retrieve my arrow from where it had landed a few meters away. It was in a very small clearing surrounded by trees with just a patch of grass in the center. A sudden memory came flooding back to me and i got sucked into my thoughts once more.

The memory of laughter, of comfort and happiness a memory i cherished and relished in but also with the passing years felt now somewhat bitter. We used to lie in this place, it was the only clearing in the forest where you could see the stars without them being covered by the thick foliage of the canopy of trees up above. Kiri and i used to come here almost every eclipse just before bedtime . We would lie in the grass and look up at the stars, take in their magnificence. Kiri would tell me about how she could feel the nature all around her, feel the life of the forest.

I slowly lowered myself down to the ground and onto my back to relish in the memory, the stars shone down onto the forest far below. And like it always does that memory that i cherish, the bit i can relish in ends and the bitterness comes creeping in. I loved spending that time with Kiri, we were closer to each other than to our older brothers when we were kids since she was the only other girl my age in the family. But the way she could feel the forest, feel it around her, feel its heartbeat and feel eywa, it couldnt help but make me feel like i was diffrent. It made me feel like an out cast, like an alien...like a human. I thought it was unfair and i'll admit i was even somewhat jealous of her connection to eywa. I still am. Even though i know thats something she struggles with and for that i cannot help but hate myself for being such a bad sister and bad person. Mabey i am more human than id like to admit, i heard theyre selfish and only think about themselves.

See i had and still have the complete oposite problem to Kiri. While she feels a great connection to eywa beyond even the normal na'vi peoples understanding, i barely feel a connection to eywa at all. This was something i learned gradually as i grew up, like when Kiri would talk about what she felt or when my parents, siblings and the other na'vi people could talk about what they felt regarding eywa so easily.

As i grew i gradually learned how i was diffrent from the others in my village, even in my own family. Nevermind having Kiris connecrion to eywa, i barely had the connection to be one of the people. Of course since i found this all out as i grew older and became more aware of what that would mean for me, i took precautions, you could say. I reclined back into myself and put up a wall.

And when my parents started to give me those looks of pity, anticipaton or knowing, like they could see into my soul, see that something was bothering me, that something was wrong. I learned to calm the swishing of my angered tail, stiffen the annoyed twitches of my ears, the anxious movements my body made. So that even they would not be able to see past my barrier and into my heart. So that they would not question as to why i was suddenly angry or annoyed or anxious. So that they would not find out the truth, so that they would never think of me as one of those demons, as my mother called them. One of the humans.

Instead of letting the bitterness envelop my heart completely i pulled myself back to reality and back to the stars. The one piece of this world that i truly do feel connected to. That i feel myself always being pulled towards instead of the forest like everyone else. Mabey thats why even after i stopped coming out at eclipse with Kiri to star gaze, hoping to completely close that part of myself off, i still could not help, even now, for my gaze to always seemingly be drawn upwards, towards the stars. Towards the sky.

My heart gradually recovered as it always does and as i always expect it to in the future. But that didnt last long. I brought myself up to rest on my arms so i could get a better look at what i was seeing. As if i couldnt believe my eyes, i stared dumbfounded at what i saw before me. A star that was shinning brighter than all the others.

No, a new star.

And all the na'vi people, even me, know that a new star can only mean one thing.

"Humans...!"

...

A new star ment a new war.

A war my parents hoped would never come. With their hopes dashed, preparations were made. A hunting party. A war party. With our parents leading it. The plan was to ambush a train that was transporting human suplies. My older brothers and i were also going along with them to observe from up above and keep look out.

Its not like we never had drills for the possibility of the humans returning. We were trained to hunt and to fight so that it was burned into our heads and bodies until it had become a reflex. We trained and trained until we went through our own right of passage to earn our place as a hunter and to earn our own ikran which the four of us had already gone through.

My eldest brother Neteyam was taught by our father. He strived to perfect his hunting skills and became a great hunter to the point that he could rival our parents in the near future.

My second brother and older twin Lo'ak followed in the footsteps of our older brother and had our father teach him how to use a bow and hunt. Although his desire to learn faded as quickly as it came in his finding that he was not as great as Neteyam in that area.

Kiri who was only a small bit younger than Lo'ak and i never wanted to become a hunter and join the hunting party and decided to remain at home and become a healer instead. She was taught by our grandmother, our Mothers mother and the former tsahik of our clan, Mo'at. With Grandmother as her mentor, for guidance, Kiri was steadily on her way to becoming a great healer.

Tuk followed lightly in the foot steps of each of us, observing, while trying to figure out what path she would take in the future.

I however always wanted to become a hunter like my older brothers who i admired since i was a kid. I was also the only one in the family who was taught to hunt by our mother. I guess it had something to do with me being the first born girl in the family. But even if i was not a natural at hunting or using a bow like Neteyam, i would not give up as easily as Lo'ak. My flame to learn would not burn out as quickly and was only stoked, sparking a bigger fire under my small wings.

I would practice and practice in secret until my fingers bled and scabbed and calloused over. So that i could make my mother proud when i was the only child she taught in the family. So that even if i wasnt the best, at least i wasnt the worst. So that i was at least average, i was normal. So that i could blend in, so that i didnt look like an outcast or an alien or a human like my mother and all the other Na'vi people hated.

We flew high in the air on our ikrans, weaving in and out of mountain tops and cliffs. Everyone was armed with weapons and donned in war paint. Our parents lead the attack up at the forefront. My father was armed with a gun, my mother with her fathers bow. They hollared and shouted to boost the moral of the others in the party.

My older brothers and i were higher up and more at the back of the party since we were only there to observe and not get in the way.

We came upon an elivated train track and the train carrying the suplies soon came into view at a fast speed. It was flanked with two aircrafts on either side, probably to protect it in case of an attack like what was about to unfold i thought. My father signaled to the war party on the ground and soon after the track right in front of the train exploded. The train was sent flying and broke into multiple sections, turning over in mid air. It exploded with parts flying in every direction.

The war party on the ground cheered in triumph and my father signaled for our party to move in. The three of us circled around the scene from above and i watched as my father took out one of the aircrafts with his gun while my mother took out the other with her bow and arrow. She cried a war call in triumph while raising her arms, bow still in hand, above her head.

The three of us watched as the rest of the people flocked to the wreckage of the train to raid and distribute the gun supplies of the humans. My father stood to the side, still armed, watching over the situation, urging people not to slow their movements.

And suddenly my twin brother had a bright idea.

"Bro, we have got to get down there!" Lo'ak exclaimed

"No way dad would skin us!" Neteyam countered

"Come on dont be a woose" Lo'ak said calmly while veering down towards the wreckage

"Lo'ak get back here you...!" Neteyam called after him before shouting in annoyance

'I bet he was going to say skwang' i thought to myself observing the exchange from the other side of Neteyam.

"Stay here, dont follow us, just do what dad said" he shouted over to me

I didnt get a chance to reply before he dived after Lo'ak.

I was going to do what dad said even with out Neteyam telling me to. I really hate when he orders me around. I know he means well but does he really think id do something dumb in this situation. Im not trying to get myself killed! Although the same cant be said for my twin so i guess i see where he's coming from at least.

I watched them land on the ground while continuing to circle over head and farther forward toward the cliff side. That was until my attention was shifted to my ikran who started to act weird. It was suddenly swaying left and right instead of straight ahead like i was telling it to.

"Steady girl. Woah! Steady!" I called out to it

I started to panic and began to lose control of my ikran even more. We suddenly started to lose momentum and veered towards the ground. I knew it would be bad if i didnt do something now and i would not come out unscathed if i fell from this height all the way down to the ground.

With what control i had left over my ikran i veered it towards the cliff side. It lurched forward and slammed us against the side of the cliff before latching onto it with its talons. I quickly got over the momentary shock of how hard we slammed into the cliff so i could find out what was wrong with my ikran. I knew what danger i was in if i was not able to fly and more human reinforcements came.

I looked my ikran over as best i could. Did it get hit by something and i just didnt know? Was it injured? If not then what was wrong with it? I could not see anything wrong with it externally. Was it something i did? I was about to focus on our tsahaylu to feel what was wrong with my ikran when i heard a call and more shouts from the party down below.

Seeing them, some of them had scared faces while pointing their guns to the sky and others ran in the opposite directions than the guns were pointing. I turned to look back at the gap between the cliff where i was latched onto and the opposite cliff. I was faced with a human aircraft flying into the clearing not far away from where i was placed on the cliff.

"Great Mother" i said under my breath in shock

I heard my father order a retreat, the war party followed the command and started to fall back. Panic arose in me once again, i didnt know if i could properly fly again to get myself away from the danger. I mentally cursed and thought about contacting my father through the communication device around my throat. I hesitated and cringed back into myself as i knew i would be questioned a million diffrent ways as to what i was doing and why i couldnt fly by both of my parents if i let them know about this.

Both my parents also had other priorities as clan leaders and the leaders of this party. I couldnt just have one of them come rescue me because i suddenly couldnt fly my ikran even though it wasnt injured at all, so there was technically nothing wrong with it. I would be made fun of relentelessly by my siblings as well since this was one of the most basic things to do as a hunter and i had already gone through the right of passage of choosing and getting my own ikran. So why would i be having problems now?

Of course i was pretty sure i knew the answer to this but they didnt have to know.

I opted for the quickest course of action since even if i told my father what was happening he would not be able to get to me quick enough when i was all the way at the top of a cliff. And would most likely just tell me to fly away to a safe place, so i planned to do exactly that. I had to get myself out of the way and out of any possibility of danger on my own.

So that i would not hinder my parents or the war party. I didnt know if i could fly properly again but i had to at least try because thats all i really could do in this situation. It was either that or get spotted by the aircraft and get blown to smithereens. And my problems werent bad enough right now for me to want that to happen so i opted to try to fly the f*ck away instead.

This was all decided in a matter of seconds. Afterall flying with your ikran was all about your tsaheylu, your connection to them on a deeper level. No connection, no flying. So thats what i focused on. I first focused on trying to feel what was wrong with my ikran like i was trying to do earlier before the reinforcement airship arrived.

Of course, i was right when i figured i probably knew what was wrong because this wasnt the first time something like this happened.

Although it was the first time it happened in a place where other people and even my family members could see and of course it also had to be when we were all in a dangerous situation.

I mentally cursed and prayed to eywa to be able to keep my tsaheylu connection a little longer. It was fading again, my tsaheylu connection, like it does sometimes randomly and without warning. I still dont know why this happens and it barely ever happened before but in the last few years it has become more frequent.

Its not just my connection to my ikran but the same thing has happened before with our steeds and my connection to eywa has never been that strong in the first place. Its gotten worse as I've grown older but how could i tell anyone about it? I mean really how could i!

I dont have any human attributes like my twin or my adoptive sister, like having four fingers instead of three or having eyebrows when normal na'vi people dont. But iv seen how it affects my siblings. I hear the infrequent murmurs about them being more human than na'vi compared to Neteyam, Tuk and I. I dont think it bothers Kiri all that much but i know its something that Lo'ak struggles with even if he doesnt want to admit it.

But theyre all wrong, the on lookers, the people who murmur those things. Even if thats how they look in apperance, they have never shown any signs of being anything other than true Na'vi people. They have never acted in any way that is unlike the na'vi because its normal for them to act just like the people. While i on the other hand have the exact opposite problem.

I may look like the na'vi people but i could not feel any diffrent on the inside even if i dont want to admit it. I know deep down that i am diffrent, i guess i am like Lo'ak in that sense. We are twins after all, it would be wierd if there werent one or two things about us that were alike. I remember father once said to us when we were kids that twins run in the family, his side of the family, and that he and his twin brother were not that alike either.

I know how much the people and especially my own mother hate humans. And i dont blame them, how could i! Look at what they've done, not even once but now twice. They're demons. Just like my mother said.

And with that thought i tried to force my concentration to my tsaheylu, to my bond with my ikran and through that connection i told my ikran to fly. To fly away, away from the danger, away from the clearing, from the war zone.

I tried, i really tried but it didnt work, like i had expected it not to deep down. Instead now my ikran seemed to be panicking, scared by the loud explosions and cries from below and without instruction or comfort from our tsaheylu.

It was thrashing around as it became increasingly agitated and my panic spiked once more. I froze not knowing what to do, the sounds of the comotion still rang out far below me. My ikran was scaling the side of the cliff going up a bit and then back down, trying to figure out which way to go on its own.

Our tsaheylu was still not working and suddenly my ikran let go of the side of the cliff and took flight of its own accord. It soared up higher in the air and then circled back down closer to the ground and the fight. All the while i was desperately disconnecting and reconnecting the bond to my ikran hoping against hope that it might actually work one of the times it reconnected.

Everyone was occupied enough with the attacks from the new aircraft that they didnt see my not being able to fly my ikran properly which i was somewhat relieved about. But of course my relief didnt last long. As my tsaheylu was disconnected and i was once again trying to reconnect our bond, i was not holding onto my ikran with my hands.

I had only been holding onto it with my legs while trying to form tsaheylu so when one of the na'vi people took down the aircraft and it fell to the groud creating the biggest explosion yet, my ikran flung me right off its back in fright. Thankfully we were lower to the ground than before so i at least wouldnt die on impact.

I vaguely saw my ikrans retreating form fly higher into the sky and away from the explosion seeming to have finally made up its mind to get the f*ck out of here.

'Wow thats a great idea. I wish you would have thought of that before when i was still on your back!' I thought to myself annoyed

I averted my attention to the bigger problem i was now facing as i was free falling to the ground. I reached out to try and grab a piece of the wreckage of one of the train sections as i was falling. I successfully did so, slicing deep gashes into both palms of my hands in the process but lessening the impact of when i hit the ground.

I layed still for a while after, trying to get over the shock of my fall.

But i knew i could not waste anymore time. I remembered back to something my father made sure to always remind me of. So that it would be ingrained into my mind. So that if i chose to follow in his and my mothers footsteps and become a hunter in the future like my brothers would, even when i was in crisis i would not forget his words.

'You cant hesitate! Because a split second is all it can take to mean the diffrence between life and death. Weather you live or die.'

When i was a kid i thought dad had learned that when he became Toruk Macto and fought in the war against the humans but father said it was something he learned when he was a marine. A warrior of Earth. The humans planet. The place he came from and was born and raised.

And so with that in mind i blocked out the slight ringing in my ears and the streaks of white fading in and out of my vision. I heaved myself into a sitting position before pushing myself to my feet. Ignoring the sting in my bloodied palms and my bruised back. My adrenalin kicking in and putting my body in survival mode.

"I have to try and find cover" i whispered under my breath

'If more human reinforcemnts come and i cant fly away or run away i should at least find somewhere to hide myself. At least that way i will be more protected than if i was out in the open' i thought to myself

I looked around for a split second before deciding on crouching behind a big piece of wreakage that was just a little ways off to my right. I grabbed a bloodstained bow i found inbetween small pieces of the wreakage and a single arrow that was stuck in the ground on my way.

Armed and hidden, crouched behind the wreackage i didnt have time to think any farther ahead before I heard my fathers voice come over the device around my throat.

"Y/n where are you? Are you okay?"

My head finally cleared from the slight ringing in my ears and the streaks of white in my vision as i heard the sound of my fathers voice.

"Y/n respond!" Jake urged with a more forceful tone to his voice

I took a moment to gather myself before i brought my hand up to my neck to respond.

"Yeah, im here. Im fine" i said in as calm a voice as i could manage at the time

"Well where are you then? I dont see you up above. Are you heading back home with the others?" He asked more calmly this time

I didnt know how to respond to that. Mostly because i was embarrased to be in the situation i was in when it never should have happened in the first place. Because i knew better than to do something dumb in the middle of a battle and just couldnt control my ikran, but how could i tell him that? The other part was that i didnt really know where i actually was on the battlefield to tell him my location.

When i didnt respond i heard him call my name again and was startled back to reality by the sound of his voice.

"Y/n, where are you right now" he said with a little more urgency to his voice

I heard who i assumed to be Neteyam in the background of my fathers end mutter something along the lines of "Im sorry, sir".

I slowly raised myself up from my hiding spot to look around to see if i could see any landmarks that stuck out to me that i could possibly relay to my father for him to be able to find me. Thats when i heard that familiar call.

"Its alright i can see mom" i relayed to him

I saw my mother flying on her own ikran around the battlefield. She had probably also noticed her childrens absences and went to search herself.

"Good. Signal to her and ride with her back home" Jake commanded

And i ended up doing just that.

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huntingingoodwill · 1 year

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how to steal a million (t.s.)

masterlist

pairing: tommy shelby x reader

prompts: must include: a confession, hurt/comfort, a family tradition, forced proximity

a/n: this is my fic for @runnning-outof-time 's holiday bingo challenge! i hope you like it <3

You hitched up the skirt of your gown, the silk gathering in your fingers and tumbling past your knuckles as you hurried down the hallway.

You heard your name echo down the corridor, and you swore under your breath, wisps of hair falling from your perfect coiffure as you evaded the voice.

“Where are you? Everyone’s asking after you! Come down and join the party!”

Your eyes landed on an inconspicuous door, and you scrabbled toward it, heels clicking frantically against the marble floor.

You slid into the broom closet, hurriedly clicking the door shut behind you. You were immediately plunged into darkness, the only sliver of light peeking through the gap at the bottom of the door.

You watched that little strip of light fall across your feet, holding your breath. Your fingernails dug into the soft flesh of your clammy palms as you heard the voice get closer, footsteps quickly approaching.

You breathed a sigh of relief as the footsteps receded into the distance, the voice growing fainter as the shadow that obscured the light moved past the closet.

The tension draining out of your body, you sunk toward the door, bracing your forehead against the smooth, cool wood.

You heard the click of a lighter behind you, and you whipped around to see a man in the darkness, illuminated by the orange glow of the small fire.

“Cigarette?” He mumbled, the smell of tobacco filling the cramped space as he lit the cigarette that dangled off his lips.

“Jesus Christ!” You exclaimed, jumping back in shock.

Your hand shot up to feel around for the light switch above you, yanking on the cord.

Suddenly, the tiny closet was awash in light, and you took in the sight of a man sitting in the corner, casually nursing a cigarette.

“Who are you?” You blinked at him, astonished.

“A guest.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, folding your arms over your chest as you felt suspicion swirl through your mind.

“A guest.” You repeated, your tone brimming with doubt. “And what is a guest doing, hiding here, so far away from the party?”

“I could ask the same of you.” He quipped, icy blue eyes holding your gaze.

“Ah, but I’m not a guest.” You defended yourself, holding up a manicured finger as you corrected him. “This is my family’s party. I’m technically a host.”

“Well,” He began, taking a puff of his cigarette, silver smoke spilling from his lips as he spoke. “You’re not being a very good host if you’re hiding up here, are you?”

You gave him a tight smile, eyebrow cocking as you looked at him. You hadn’t been able to put your finger on it before, but recognition now registered in your mind.

“I remember you.” You wagged your finger at him, beginning to catch on. “I saw you with May Carleton at Cheltenham in March. Tommy Shelby. I don’t seem to remember my father mentioning that gangsters would be on the guest list tonight.”

“Why not? We’re good fun at parties.” He replied, shrugging nonchalantly.

“Cut the shit, Shelby. What are you really doing here?”

“Well, if you must know,” He sighed, bothered by your incessant questioning, “I’m here to rob your family blind.”

“Excuse me?”

“Your father has come into quite a bit of money recently.” Tommy said, words calculated and measured. “He’s been stepping on the Blinders’ business. So, I came here tonight to take back what’s ours.”

“How much?” You asked.

“A million dollars.” He sighed, punctuating his statement with a drag of his cigarette.

“You’re seriously admitting to me right now that you came here to steal a million from my family?”

“You’d hardly miss it.” Tommy explained. “And, with your family’s yearly legendary holiday party going on tonight, I figured I could hide until all the…” He took a second to ponder, searching for the words, “rich fucks down there were drunk enough. Then, I’d take what’s mine and leave. No one would be any the wiser.”

“Well, I’m sorry to ruin your plans, Mr. Shelby, but I won’t stand by-” You said, turning to leave and warn your father.

“You’re not going back down there.” He interrupted.

You swivelled back around, glaring at him.

“Is that a threat?” You spat. “I’m not scared of you.”

He sighed, shaking his head.

“You’re not going back down there, because you don’t want to.”

“What?” You said softly, your tough exterior faltering for a second.

“I can tell you don’t want to go down there. So don’t.” He said.

You reached for the doorknob, but as your fingers grazed it you lost your nerve. You sighed, flexing your fingers. Your hand returned to your side.

“Move.” You ordered, and Tommy listened, sidling closer to the wall as you squeezed next to him, pressed up against him in the cramped space. You plucked the cigarette from his fingers, taking a drag for yourself. You took a breath, carefully considering your next words.

“It’s not that simple, you know.” You mumbled, eyes trained on the glowing end of the cigarette.

“Sure it is.” He replied, taking the cigarette back as you passed it to him.

“It really isn’t.” You chuckled.

“How so?” You furrowed your eyebrows, turning to gaze at him.

You could hardly fathom why he’d care. Still, you felt the emotions you had kept bottled up all your life bubble up within your throat. You pressed your lips firmly together, fiddling with your fingers nervously as you felt a lump form in your throat. You felt so silly, feeling yourself unravel little by little, all because the criminal you were squashed up against in this tiny room asked you a simple question. But, no one had ever really asked you about how you felt, living in the gilded cage of high society. It felt foreign, sharing your feelings, and you grew nervous at the prospect of having to do so.

“I don’t know.” You muttered, folding your hands in your lap meekly. You could feel the barrage of emotions pooling in your mouth, the true feelings you had kept hidden for so long ready to spill out. “It’s one of our many family traditions, this stupid holiday party. I don’t like any of it.” You pinched the bridge of your nose, just thinking of it making you feel dizzy. “All the parties, all the gossip, all the expectations. If I make one small misstep at one of these, I’m immediately filed under disappointment.” You rolled your eyes, smiling. “I feel…trapped. It’s better to hide than risk being a blemish to the family because I wear the wrong dress, or my soiree conversation isn’t polite enough.” You forced out a laugh. “Sorry. It probably sounds stupid to you.”

“It doesn’t.” He replied immediately, and you turned to him, a little stunned. “I’m not going to pretend I know all about what it’s like being a high society woman,” He started, earning a little laugh from you, “But, I think you deserve better than this. You should go. Leave it all behind.”

You smiled, shaking your head.

“It’s not that simple, Tommy.”

“It won’t be.” He replied. “But, I think you deserve better than living a life you hate. I’ve heard about you for a while now. As you said, stupid high society gossip. But, meeting you has confirmed it. You’re bold. Brave. Intelligent. You should do what makes you happy.” He paused, thinking over what he wanted to say next. “I… would like to see you happy. I want you to be happy.” He said, trailing off quietly at his final revelation.

“Really?” You whispered.

“Really.” He cleared his throat. "And... if you ever need any help, come find me, alright?"

An uncontrollable smile tugged at your lips. You reached out for him, pulling him into a hug. You felt him tense under your embrace, but he soon relaxed, melting into your touch.

“Thank you.” You mumbled into his shirt, cheek pressed against his shoulder.

“Alright, that’s enough.” He mumbled, patting you awkwardly on the arm, already missing you as you pulled away.

The two of you sat in silence for a moment, leaning against each other’s shoulders in the small space.

“Hey, Tommy?”

“Yeah?” He turned to look at you, eyebrows raised, noses practically brushing each other due to your proximity.

‘How’d you like some help with stealing that million?”

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kckt88 · 5 months

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Drowning Inside You V

Summary:

Aemond and Valaera return to Kings Landing and a Queen is crowned.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

Warning(s): Inner thoughts, Language, Kissing, Smut, P in V, Breeding Kink, Biting, Knotting, Mild Angst, Possessive Behaviour, Character Death, Allusion to the questionable use of the Driftwood Throne.

Word Count: 5829

Author Note: An Alpha/Omega Story.

P.S - Some Scenes/Dialogue from Dynasty has been reused.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are very much appreciated.

With every step he took, Aemond held his son closer.

They’d arrived in Kings Landing a couple of hours ago and after the obligatory reunions with Rhaenyra and Daemon it was now time to introduce Aemon to his other grandmother.

Valaera had offered to accompany him, but things were still a little shaky after their disagreement and Aemond did not want his mother upsetting his Omega.

So, it was decided that Valaera, Vhalarr and Vaella would stay with Rhaenyra. Which of course Aemond didn’t mind as he knew that Valaera had missed her mother dearly.

“Welcome back my Prince”

“Ser Criston” muttered Aemond politely.

“Another babe. Congratulations”

“Gratitude Ser Criston” said Aemond curtly.

In truth he’d still not forgiven his former mentor for the insinuations he’d made about Valaera after she’d delivered the twins.

Just remembering what the Beta had said made the Alpha growl in annoyance.

“The Queen awaits”

Aemond nodded as Criston stepped aside and opened the heavy wooden door.

His mother’s rooms had always been well light and filled with the sweetest of scents, but today Aemond could take no such comfort in the familiarity of his mother’s chambers.

“Oh, Aemond” cooed Alicent sweetly as she rose from the sofa.

“Your Grace” replied Aemond stoically.

“It’s been too long since we last saw one another my son”.

Who’s fault is that?

“Apologise mother, my duties on Driftmark have kept me busy” said Aemond.

“I see your duty in your arms. May I hold my grandson” asked Alicent.

Aemond hesitated for a moment before he gently placed his pup in his mother’s waiting arms.

“Aemond, he’s the very image of you” gasped Alicent as she swayed gently from side to side.

“Indeed” muttered Aemond.

“H-He has different coloured eyes” murmured Alicent.

One word. Just one and I will take my Omega and our pups out of here and never return.

“How beautiful”

Wait. What did she just say?

“Oh, how unique. He’s wonderful Aemond truly” whispered Alicent.

“M-Mother” questioned Aemond utterly confused at his mother’s reaction to his pup.

“I feel that I must apologize to you. My reaction to your children has been less than favourable and for that I am sorry”.

The seven hells must have frozen over. My mother apologising? Never thought I’d see the day.

“I also wish to extend my apology to Valaera”.

Now I know I’m dreaming. What sorcery is this?

“Why the sudden change mother?” asked Aemond.

“Your brother made me realise how my actions have affected you and your mate and I do not wish for either of you to hate me” muttered Alicent.

Aegon? He spoke up for me. For Valaera. Ok maybe he’s not a total twat after all but he’s still got a punchable face.

“I do not hate you mother” admitted Aemond quietly.

“That pleases me greatly, but I still desire to make amends. So tonight, we shall dine with the King. All of us as a family” replied Alicent as she gently stroked Aemon’s silver hair.

“As you wish mother” muttered Aemond.

“Now, tell me more about my other grandchildren. I hear they have dragons now”.

“W-Who goes there?” wheezed Viserys.

“Grandsire. It’s Valaera”

“Ah Valaera. My girl, My only-” coughed Viserys.

“I wondered if you would perhaps like to meet Aemon, your grandson and great grandson”.

Viserys grimaced in pain as he tried to sit up. Valaera looked over at Aemond who sighed and helped his father to sit up.

“A-Aemond. Thank you”

“Your welcome father” replied Aemond awkwardly as he stepped back from the bed.

“W-What are you doing here? I-I thought you were on Driftmark?”

“I thought you would like to meet Aemon. Our new pup” said Valaera as he lifted Aemon towards the King.

“A-Aemon after my uncle?” asked Viserys.

“I-It’s more in-“

“Yes father, in honour of your uncle” muttered Aemond rolling his eye.

“Aemon Targaryen a fine name indeed. Well done my boy” gasped Viserys.

“W-Would you like to hold him?” asked Valaera.

“I shall” muttered Viserys.

Aemond moved closer the bed, watching closely as his Omega placed their pup in the arms of his grandsire.

The King weakened by his condition could not hold the pup on his own, so Valaera had to keep her hands under Aemon to support his weight.

“He is the very image of his father” exclaimed Viserys.

“Indeed, he is” replied Valaera smiling.

“However, the eyes, just like my mother Alyssa. They were different too” rasped Viserys.

Valaera took a deep breath and tried not to focus on her Alpha’s rapidly souring scent.

“Strange what we inherit from our ancestors” said Valaera brightly.

“I-I’m very proud of you, A-Aemond, you’re a good husband to V-Valaera”.

“As much as I can be father” muttered Aemond.

Suddenly Aemon let out a loud squeal and Valaera reacted instantly by lifting him away from the King who groaned in pain.

“Mayhaps we should let the King rest” said Aemond.

“We’ll see you later grandsire” muttered Valaera quietly.

“L-Later. I shall be dining with my family. Valaera will be there with Aemond”.

Valaera exchanged a look of confusion with Aemond who shrugged and beckoned for his Omega to step away from the bed.

“Let the Maester see to him. Come Valaera, we should return to the twins” urged Aemond.

Valaera took one last look at Viserys and then followed Aemond out of the King’s chambers.

It was obvious that the King didn’t have much time left, but Valaera was glad he got to meet Aemon.

“I hate family gatherings” whined Aegon.

“You only hate them because you have to behave” retorted Aemond as he took a seat next to his brother.

“Ahh. The favoured brother returns. How’s thing’s?” asked Aegon.

“Not good” muttered Aemond.

“Come on tell your big brother, and don’t lave anything out” urged Aegon as he poured himself a cup of wine.

Aemond looked around cautiously before he told his brother about almost losing Aemon and then the argument with Valaera and how things have been a little strained between them since.

“It’s in an Alpha’s nature to be protective. Don’t worry too much brother, thing’s with you and Valaera will work out eventually”.

“You know something strange is going on in the Red Keep, first mother apologizes for her attitude towards my children, then she admits that she was in the wrong and now you are making entirely too much sense. Who are you? and what have you done with my brother?” asked Aemond.

“I’ve always been full of good sense, just nobody ever paid attention” laughed Aegon.

“The only thing you’ve ever been full of is cheap wine” replied Aemond.

“Not true. I was full of my husband earlier. Little morning delight, absolutely fantastic”

I did not want to hear that. Gods, Aegon you’re so gross.

“What’s fantastic” asked Valaera.

“N-Nothing at all. Don’t you dare” snapped Aemond as Aegon started laughing.

“Is everything ok?”

“It’s fine Issa jorrāelagon” replied Aemond (My love).

“How are my nephews doing?” asked Aegon.

“If you actually came to greet us upon arrival then you’d know” said Aemond sternly.

“I was actually busy with my own children brother”.

“That’s not what you said a moment ago” said Aemond smirking.

“Ha, you’ve got me there little brother. I hear all three of your pups have their dragons?”

“Yes, the dragon keepers tried to take them to the pit when we first arrived, but Vaella threw a fit, so the hatchlings are safely nestled within the nursery” muttered Aemond.

“Ahh my niece certainly does have a flare for the drama, I wonder where she gets that from” laughed Aegon.

“Not me I can assure you” snapped Aemond.

Both Valaera and Aegon gave Aemond a stunned look before they burst into fits of laughter.

It’s good to hear my Omega laugh. Gods how I’ve missed the sound.

Suddenly the doors opened, and the rest of the family joined them. The King of course was carried to his place at the table, not having the strength to make it on his own.

As everyone took their places, Aemond felt Valaera take his hand. The Alpha looked at his Omega for a moment before a pleased purr rumbled across his chest.

They were going to be ok.

“How good it is to see my family around me” wheezed Viserys “I-I wish to raise a toast to my son Aemond and my grandson Valaera, and their children Vhalarr, Vaella and Aemon”.

“I’m impressed he even remembered their names” muttered Aegon.

Valaera scowled at her uncle but raised her goblet in acknowledgment of her grandsire’s toast.

“It gladdens my heart to know that we are finally united. I may not walk amongst you for much longer, but I will leave this world with the knowledge that House Targaryen will carry on for generations to come” said Viserys as he fell back into his seat.

After a few seconds of slightly awkward silence, Valaera stood up to make a toast.

“I wish to raise my cup to my husband. There has never been another Alpha for me, and I’m truly blessed to call him mine. Aemond is the embodiment of everything that is good in this world, and I vow to love him for the rest of my life and beyond” said Valaera proudly.

The entire room was silent, everyone was staring so intently at Valaera that the Omega began to worry that she’d done the wrong thing in making her toast.

I just wanted my Alpha to know how much I love him. I don’t want us to fight anymore.

Then Aemond rose from his seat and pulled Valaera into a hug.

“Issa precious nūmio. Avy jorrāelan sir se va moriot” whispered Aemond (My precious pearl. I love you now and always).

“I want to raise my cup to my Alpha, thank you for being kind and patient, even though sometimes I don’t deserve it” said Aegon.

“You deserve the world my love” replied Jace, his cheeks-tinged red.

“He loves me” cooed Aegon as he leaned into Jace and placed a delicate kiss on his cheek.

“Let us have some music” exclaimed Viserys.

Aemond and Valaera had resumed their seats and were now openly holding hands at the table.

“I hope I didn’t embarrass you”.

“Not for an instant my sweet, don’t worry” replied Aemond.

Valaera smiled sweetly and looked across the table towards her mother who was blushing at whatever Daemon was whispering to her.

Oh, gods I don’t even want to know.

Helaena and Baela were dancing together, their joyful laughter echoing around the room.

Even Alicent was smiling as she held hands with Viserys.

The food being served was delicious, with everyone eating as much as they could manage.

Valaera however felt sick to her stomach when Jacaerys began snickering as a roasted pig was placed in front of Aemond.

Yet his Alpha simply smiled and raised his cup to Jace mouthing the word ‘strong’.

Jace of course shot out of his seat but was quickly dragged back down by Aegon who shook his head.

Gods Jace your such an idiot at times. Why are brothers so annoying?

However, it soon became too much for the King and he was escorted to his bed chambers.

“Shall we also take our leave my love?” asked Valaera eagerly.

“Is everything ok my sweet?”

“It’s fine Alpha, I just wish to have you too myself that’s all” whispered Valaera.

“A-Are you sure?” asked Aemond.

“Yes, I’m ready. I want you”.

The Alpha inside Aemond roared with delight, his Omega wanted him.

Take her. Knot her. Do it. Now. She’s ready. It’s been so long.

“Apologise but we must also take our leave” muttered Aemond.

“Are you ok?” asked Alicent her voice laced with concern.

“We’re fine mother, just having a new pup can be quite tiring, I bid you all goodnight”.

Aemond didn’t even bother waiting for anyone to respond as he quickly dragged his Omega out of the dining room.

“I wonder what all that was about?” muttered Baela.

“Probably dragging Valaera back to their chambers so he can fuck her into the mattress”.

“AEGON” shouted Alicent.

“What?” exclaimed Aegon, pointedly ignoring his mother’s furious expression.

Later that night as Viserys lay on his bed wheezing into the darkness, he knew his time had come.

His family was finally united, and he could leave this world with the knowledge that House Targaryen would continue. The blood of old Valyria would live on.

“A-Aemma. I-I’m coming”

She’s here. She’s come for me. I’m ready. Take me with you.

“M-My love” whispered Viserys his hand stretched into the darkness.

“Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, first of her name. Queen of the Andals, Rhoynar and the First Men. Lady of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm”

She was Queen. Her mother was the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.

Ever since Viserys had passed everything almost seemed to happen in a blur, their return to Driftmark had been put on hold whilst the coronation took place and there was to be a week of celebrations in honour of the new Queen.

A feast every night in the throne room and a tourney, which Aemond was adamant he didn’t give a shit about, but still entered anyway and ended up winning.

His proud smirk plastered across his face as he placed a wreath of flowers upon his Omega’s head, crowning her the Queen of love and beauty.

“He’s going to be insufferable now” moaned Aegon.

But Valaera was proud, her Alpha was a fearsome fighter, dedicated to his craft.

The people of the realm applauded his victory.

But there was only one way his Alpha wanted to celebrate and soon after the tourney had ended. Valaera had been dragged back to the Red Keep and fucked senseless on the desk in their guest chambers.

“YES! YES!” screamed Valaera.

“That’s it. Come for me!" growled Aemond as he moved his mouth to Valaera’s neck, gently sucking on her scent gland.

Valaera’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as she exploded around her Alpha.

Aemond slowed down his thrusts as he waited for Valaera to ride out her peak.

Her Alpha was feeling primal at the sight and sound of his Omega reaching her peak.

More. I need more. She can take it. I know she can.

Once Valaera was satisfied, Aemond started thrusting hard and fast.

Relentless and deep.

Aemond felt Valaera hips moving against his. The both of them in perfect rhythm.

Valaera wrapped her arms tightly around her Alpha’s neck as he slammed into her again and again.

Harder. Deeper. Faster.

All of Valaera’s self-control was long gone.

Both Alpha and Omega were completely lost in the moment, gripping onto each other.

Valaera was on the edge yet again as she begged for more.

Aemond could feel Valaera clenching around him.

That’s it my sweet. Be good for me. I know you can.

Aemond then removed all but the tip of his penis from inside Valaera, gently teasing his sweet Omega.

Valaera writhed against him, trying to impale herself on him.

No Alpha. Don’t tease me. I want it. I want all of you.

"Please. Aemond" whimpered Valaera.

Aemond surged forward. Slow and deep strokes. All the way in, and all the way out. Slow and steady, every inch sliding deep inside his Omega.

Valaera’s brown eyes revealed just how desperate she was for him and Aemond loved it.

He loved watching Valaera struggle to keep her composure. He wanted to drive her crazy with desire.

Valaera moaned with every thrust. Aemond thrust into her one more time as she screamed his name, his knot beginning to swell.

His eyes alight as he fell apart, watching as the peak tore through him.

I love that I can make my Omega come over and over again. It feels so good.

Aemond didn't give Valaera time to recover this time. Instead, he dove into her. Burying himself in Valaera’s tight wet heat completely.

Again and again, he thrust into her, their sweaty bodies colliding. He slammed himself against Valaera as she whimpered nonsensically. Lost in the moment.

"Aemond! Oh, Aemond” screamed Valaera as he felt her Alpha’s knot tugging on her.

"Yes” groaned Aemond loudly.

With that, he thrust into Valaera one final time, shoving his knot deep.

Valaera’s entire body pulsating with euphoria as she clenched tightly around her Alpha.

Aemond threw his head back and moaned loudly as he exploded deep inside Valaera, his knot locking them together.

It took a good while for Valaera to regain her senses.

“A-Alpha” gasped Valaera.

“Hm”

“You-Your amazing” said Valaera smiling.

“As are you my love” replied Aemond, his voice slightly muffled as his face was still buried in his Omega’s neck.

“I think we should bathe” muttered Valaera.

“Give it a few minutes and I’ll call for the maid”.

“Your knot never usually takes this long” whispered Valaera.

“No, but I bit you again” muttered Aemond.

“Y-You did?” questioned Valaera raising a hand to her neck.

Indeed, her Alpha had bitten her again, she was so lost in the euphoria of her Alpha fucking her that she hadn’t even felt it when Aemond had sunk his teeth into her neck.

“Apologise, I don’t know what came over me” said Aemond.

“No. I-I like it” admitted Valaera blushing.

The Omega inside her gloriously happy that her Alpha has renewed their bond.

“Maybe next time you can bite me” muttered Aemond as he slowly withdrew from Valaera.

“I’ll need moon tea” whispered Valaera.

“Won’t the tea you took this morning work?” asked Aemond.

“I think it’s for the best that I take it every time we lay with one another, as we’ve proven we are more than capable of siring children with one another”

“I can’t wait to see you swell with my child again” growled Aemond.

“Maybe wait until Aemon is a little bit older first”.

“However, we can still enjoy the way pups are made” muttered Aemond.

“Yes, we can” replied Valaera giggling as Aemond began tickling her.

“I suppose I best call for the maids and request the moontea” muttered Aemond as he began pulling his breeches and tunic.

“As much as I like the smell of you, I doubt the Queen would appreciate it if we attended the feast smelling of sweat and sex”.

“Why not? It would keep other Alpha’s from thinking they can have what’s mine” growled Aemond.

Anyone even dares to think they can touch what is mine. I’ll slit their throats. I’ll paint the seven kingdoms with their blood.

“No one can have me except you” cooed Valaera.

Aemond pacified by Valaera’s answer gave his Omega a quick kiss before departing their chambers to request a bath for the both of them and the moontea for Valaera.

“Have I mentioned how much I hate this” groaned Aegon as he sifted uncomfortable in his seat.

“You might have mentioned it once or twice” snapped Aemond feeling irritated at his brother’s complaining.

“Why do we need to have a feast every day, we all know she’s Queen”.

“It’s about tradition. The realm coming together to celebrate the beginning of a new era, and it’s not just our half-sister that’s being celebrated it’s your Alpha” said Aemond.

“Ah yes the future King” replied Aegon sarcastically.

“What’s wrong with you? Why are you being such a pain in the arse?” asked Aemond.

“Had an argument with Jace” muttered Aegon.

“Do I even want to know what it was about?”

“He wants another pup and I’m just not ready yet. I know Maela is over two-name days old, but I just want to wait a little longer” said Aegon sadly.

“A good Alpha respects his Omega’s choices. Just talk to him, even though Jace is an absolute moron he’s not that bad” replied Aemond.

“Is that how you ended up getting your Omega with child again not even six moons after the birth of your twins because you respected Valaera’s choices?”

“No she got with child-“

“Because he couldn’t keep his knot in his breeches and Valaera forgot to drink moon tea” laughed Baela.

“Is that right?” asked Aegon smiling.

“Honestly you should be glad you don’t live on Driftmark, the amount of sex those two have. No dignity either, all over the place. The library, the gardens, and the beach. Nowhere is safe” exclaimed Baela.

“Shut up” growled Aemond.

“You absolute whore” laughed Aegon.

“I’m going to kill the pair of you if you don’t shut up” snapped Aemond.

“Say isn’t that Cregan Stark talking to Valaera?” asked Baela.

“WHAT! Where?” exclaimed Aemond looking around the throne room.

“Made you look,” laughed Baela.

“You just wait. I’ll get you back for that” retorted Aemond.

“And how will you do that good brother?”

“You’ll see” muttered Aemond.

“What’s going on here?” asked Valaera as she sat down.

“Nothing for you to worry about Issa vok nūmio” replied Aemond as he kissed Valaera’s hand. (My perfect pearl).

“Oh please” laughed Baela as she pretended to be sick.

“Don’t you have your own Omega to annoy good sister?” asked Aemond.

“Prick” mumbled Baela as she rose from the table and returned to Helaena who was busy chatting to her mother.

Suddenly someone cleared their throat, and everyone took their seats as the Queen rose from her seat.

“As Queen it is my duty to ensure the succession of the Iron Throne, after my natural passing my first-born son Jacaerys will become King with his Omega by his side as consort”.

“Where’s she going with this?” muttered Valaera curiously.

“I’m not sure” replied Aemond quietly.

“So, there is no doubt of the future of House Targaryen, my grandson Jaehaerys will inherit the Iron Throne after his father, with my granddaughter Vaella Targaryen by his side as his Queen”.

“WHAT!” shouted Aemond as he sharply rose from his chair.

The entire throne room went silent as they stared at the furious Alpha.

“I wish to betroth Jaehaerys and Vaella” said Rhaenyra firmly.

“NO” snarled Aemond.

“Excuse me?” questioned Rhaenyra.

“Vaella is my daughter, I don’t care that you are Queen, you do not get to make decisions about any of my children without consulting me first”.

“Brother, let us discuss this in private” insisted Rhaenyra.

“Did you know about this??” snapped Aemond.

“What? No, I didn’t” replied Aegon.

“Aemond. That’s enough” warned Jace.

“My daughter is not even two-name days old, and you think you can decide her future without my consideration. Issa dōna tala” snapped Aemond (My sweet daughter).

“Let me handle this Valzȳrys” urged Valaera sternly (Husband).

Aemond nodded his head sharply and stood behind Valaera. Which given the circumstances was quite unusual for an Alpha to willingly concede and allow their Omega to take over.

“Mother you should have consulted with us. We could have come to a decision together”.

“My sweet girl we should discuss this in private,” said Rhaenyra.

“We should have been consulted on this betrothal, Vaella is out daughter”.

“It was really a spur of the moment decision” admitted Rhaenyra.

“Then you could have waited to announce it” snapped Valaera.

Her Omega scent quickly souring. Her protective mother instincts kicking in.

“It wasn’t just Vaella, we had hoped to betroth Vhalarr to-“

“NO” yelled Valaera.

“Valaera” gasped Rhaenyra.

“I love you mother, but Vhalarr and Vaella are not your children. They are mine and Aemond’s, we make the decisions. Not you”

“Cease this infernal argument at once,” shouted Daemon.

Aemond took a step forward and audibly growled at the older Alpha.

“Vhalarr will be the heir to Driftmark and any decisions regarding his future wife will be at the discretion of myself, Aemond and Lord Corlys,” said Valaera.

“Valaera. Please” muttered Rhaenyra.

“Your wrong mother. You should have spoken to us” said Valaera firmly.

“That’s enough Valaera” warned Jace.

“Don’t even think about it” snapped Aemond, his fists clenched.

“I will not seek to draw further attention to this matter Your Grace. My Alpha and I will return to Driftmark with our children on the morrow” said Valaera sternly.

“You don’t have to do that”.

“Yes, I do. Should you have need of me or my Alpha then you may of course send a raven”.

Valaera didn’t even wait for her mother to respond; she grabbed hold of Aemond and dragged him out of the Throne Room.

“I take it your mother is unaware that Vhalarr will become a Velaryon upon his ascension to the Driftwood throne?” asked Corlys.

“The opportunity never presented itself” muttered Valaera.

“I suppose it doesn’t really matter considering Viserys requested Rhaenyra and Laenor’s eldest child take the name Targaryen when he becomes King” said Corlys.

Jacaerys Targaryen. Sounds really weird.

“Did we overreact grandsire?” asked Valaera.

“Both you and Aemond acted as any parent would” replied Corlys.

“How could she think to make such an announcement without even consulting us first?”

“Your mother has just been crowned Queen, there are still those in the realm that would rather have a King. Ensuring the future order of succession for the Iron Throne protects her reign and that of your brother” explained Corlys.

“She still should have consulted us. You know how protective Aemond can be”.

“Alpha’s are naturally inclined to protect their Omegas and any pups they have” replied Corlys.

“I just don’t know what to do. The betrothal itself does make sense. But I just can’t get past the fact that my mother didn’t even stop to ask us”.

“Maybe just give it a few more days and then send a raven to your mother inviting her to Driftmark” suggested Corlys.

“Do you think that’s such a good idea?” muttered Valaera.

“Better to sort things out now” replied Corlys.

Grandsire is right. I need to speak to my mother. She needs to realise what she did was wrong.

“I’ll need to speak with Aemond first,” said Valaera.

“You want to what?” asked Aemond.

“Invite my mother to Driftmark, we need to sort this out Aemond” exclaimed Valaera.

“Hm”

“I know your angry and believe me so am I, but we can’t leave things as they are” urged Valaera.

Aemond remained silent for what seemed like an age before he blessed Valaera with a response.

“I will not have her making decisions for our pups. We are their parents and ultimately any decisions regarding future betrothals should go through us” groused Aemond.

“I agree. We decide” replied Valaera.

“I understand the importance of duty, but I would like our pups to have a voice” said Aemond sternly.

“Me too” whispered Valaera.

“I’ve always had to fight to get what I want, but when it came to marrying you. It was my choice. I requested your hand, and my father granted it. Being with you is the best thing that ever happened to me, and I want that for our pups” muttered Aemond.

Valaera wrapped her arms around her Alpha and breathed in his scent. It had become less sour since they’d left Kings Landing.

The flight back to Driftmark had been awful. Aemond was furious and Vhagar could feel her rider’s anger through their bond. The old she dragon, grumbled and growled all the way back to Driftmark. Even Arrax who was normally quite chirpy was sullen and agitated.

It was only the presence of the pups that seemed to keep the dragons from reacting further.

“Will your mother be coming alone?” asked Aemond.

“I haven’t sent the raven yet, but I can request that she comes alone”.

“Good. I have little patience as it is and if your brother dares to show his face, I will end up smashing his teeth in” admitted Aemond.

“Despite his outwardly bravado, I know Jace is absolutely terrified of you” muttered Valaera.

Good. I’ll make sure the ‘strong’ bastard remains that way. He’s lucky I haven’t gutted him.

“You were also terrified of me and one point” said Aemond.

“Indeed, I was but you were pretty good at convincing me otherwise”.

“I’d like think so” whispered Aemond as he placed a gentle kiss on his Omega’s lips.

Suddenly a knock at their door broke them out of their love haze.

“Enter” stated Aemond firmly.

“My princes, the children have awoken from their afternoon nap. They call for you”.

“Thank you, Tarla,” replied Valaera as she rushed out of the room.

“I wish to extend my apology to you”.

“M-Me my Prince why?” asked Tarla.

“We left Kings Landing after our disagreement with the Queen and gave no thought to how you would return to Driftmark and for that you have my apology” replied Aemond.

“It is not required my Prince, I sailed back to Driftmark with Lord Corlys”.

“You are one of the only few people that I trust with my pups. I wish for you to be happy and well looked after during your time with my family” said Aemond.

“I appreciate your kind words my Prince” exclaimed Tarla.

“Here” said Aemond as he handed Tarla a bag of gold coins.

“N-No my Prince I cannot”

“Yes, you can. Take them with my thanks, you need not spend them all at once. I will be insulted if you don’t take them” replied Aemond.

“I don’t wish to insult you my Prince, but I must take my leave. I have other duties to attend too” exclaimed Tarla.

“Go do not let me keep you” said Aemond.

Tarla bowed her head towards the Alpha and then quickly left the room.

The raven had been sent and a week later the screeches of Syrax could be heard echoing around Driftmark, announcing the arrival of the Queen.

Valaera felt a little anxious as she awaited his mother’s arrival, but Aemond couldn’t give two shits, he only agreed to her visit for the sake of his Omega.

“Do you think she’ll mind that I’m sitting here?” asked Valaera.

“You’re the heir to Driftmark, you may sit where you please” replied Aemond sternly.

“Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, first of her name. Queen of the Andals, Rhoynar and the First Men. Lady of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm”

When Rhaenyra entered the Hall of Nine, she paused at the sight of her daughter sitting on the Driftwood Throne, with her Alpha standing next to her.

“Where is Lord Corlys?” asked Rhaenyra.

“My grandsire had matters to attend to in Spice Town” replied Valaera sternly.

“It is not Lord Corlys you’ve come to see Your Grace” said Aemond.

“No, it is not”.

“Let us cut to the chase then” said Valaera firmly.

“I am aware that my announcement surrounding the betrothal of Jaehaerys and Vaella was improper and ill timed”.

“A pity you couldn’t see that before you opened your mouth” growled Aemond.

“Careful brother, I’m still the Queen and I will not tolerate rudeness” retorted Rhaenyra.

“I give no shit to who you are, not when it concerns my pups” snarled Aemond.

“Is this how you let your husband speak to your mother?” asked Rhaenyra.

“Aemond is angry mother and so am I. You didn’t even think to consult us over matters surrounding our own children,” said Valaera.

“I apologise for what happened, but sweet girl surely you can see the benefits of a betrothal between Jaehaerys and Vaella”.

“Yes, I can. But the thing is Your Grace, it’s not the betrothal that’s the problem, it’s you making decisions for children that do not belong to you” replied Valaera.

“It was not just Vaella either. You were after betrothing Vhalarr” growled Aemond.

“May I ask who you were offering the future heir of Driftmarks hand too?

“Well, I thought about Maela” replied Rhaenyra.

“Vhalarr is not free to marry, he’s already betrothed” announced Valaera.

“W-What. To whom?” asked Rhaenyra.

“Daena, she is the granddaughter of the Lady Laena and the great granddaughter of Lord Corlys. Velaryon blood will sit the Driftwood Throne” replied Valaera.

Rhaenyra clenched her jaw as the implication of Valaera’s words hung in the air like a foul stench.

“So, you betroth your son with no fuss but will not accept a betrothal set forth by your own Queen”.

“Because we were consulted on Vhalarr’s betrothal to Daena, and there were conditions that were also agreed upon,” said Valaera.

“Such as?” asked Rhaenyra.

“The children will of course wed when they are of the appropriate age, they will enter a period of courtship and if at the end they do not wish to marry for whatever reason then the betrothal will be broken and Vhalarr will be able to seek his own match” stated Valaera.

“So, his betrothal to Daena is provisional?”

“Yes” muttered Valaera.

“Bearing in mind that both pups are still young in their years” said Aemond.

“Could the same arrangement be put into place for Jaehaerys and Vaella?”

“That’s something you would need to discuss with Jacaerys and Aegon,” said Valaera.

“I will speak to them on my return to Kings Landing and let you know of the outcome”.

“Very well, however I do suggest you make haste mother. There is a storm approaching and I would hate for you to be caught in it” stated Valaera nodding at the guard stationed at the door.

Rhaenyra soon realised that her visit to Driftmark was over when a number of guards entered the Hall of Nine with the intention of escorting her back to her dragon.

“I pray that you have a safe journey Your Grace” said Aemond.

Rhaenyra glared at her half-brother’s false attempt at sincerity. She knew he had no care for her and if truth be told the feeling was mutual.

The only thing they had in common was their love for Valaera.

“Farewell mother. I hope to hear from you soon”.

“I shall write to you as soon as I am able” replied Rhaenyra, she had hoped that Valaera would come and wrap her arms around her just she used to when she was a child, but she never left the Driftwood Throne.

The only movement she made was to take Aemond’s hand.

“I love you my sweet girl”.

“I love you mother” replied Valaera.

Rhaenyra gave her daughter one last smiled before she left the Hall of Nine surrounded by guards.

“D-Did I do ok?” asked Valaera.

“Oh, my sweet you were perfect” replied Aemond.

“I wasn’t too harsh, was I?”

“No, you acted accordingly” said Aemond smiling.

“What are you smiling at?”

“You look like you belong up there, it suits you” exclaimed Aemond.

“Even if I am Strong” whispered Valaera.

“Hm”