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hotvintagepoll · 24 days
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Propaganda
Heather Angel (The Informer, The Undying Monster)—no propaganda submitted
Katharine Hepburn (Bringing Up Baby, The Philadelphia Story, The African Queen)—This woman. I have been obsessed with her for years. I know the urban legend is a popular one at this point of her walking around set in her underwear when her pants were stolen and she was left with only a skirt, but the pants thing is honestly enough for her to be the hottest in the room in my book. She refused to wear anything else at a time when the public in general and especially the studios did not like that. She was independent, stubborn, and so so very capable. Competency kink anyone? Also, if you want one final way that Katharine's entire life was saying "fuck you" to the establishment, it started young! Her mother took her to suffrage events, and she never got rid of that attitude of justice. I feel like I have barely scratched the surface of all the ways she was such a badass that I'm turning into a rambling mess instead.
This is round 1 of the bracket. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.
[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]
Heather Angel propaganda:
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Katharine Hepburn propaganda:
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I'm sure one million people will submit her as an iconic Hollywood star but that iconicness might lead people to forget just how insanely hot she was like she had it ALL she was skilled she was funny she was smart she was beautiful AND she was likely bisexual
The single word I would use to explain Katherine Hepburn's appeal is *range*. In her acting career, that meant covering all the ground between lush period dramas and the comedies she did with Carey Grant and Spencer Tracey. In terms of hotness, it meant an uncanny ability to bring anything from a Dietrich-esque androgyny to some of the best Classic Hollywood Glamour you will ever see.
Katharine hep was so cool. The VIBES, the INDEPENDENCE,,, living life on her own terms.
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she just had this.... bearing to her, this power. she could be funny, even silly (like in bringing up baby) but also so regal and elegant. she was nobody's fool and dear GOD that's so hot
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She’s not only stunningly gorgeous (those eyes that pierce your soul! a jawline you could cut glass with!) but her delivery and physical presence in roles gives off confidence and authority in such a sexy way (truly the biggest dick energy of Old Hollywood). Her fiery energy in The Philadelphia Story? Unmatched.
God she's. She's so hot y'all. She has the range!!!!! Funny and dramatic and lovely
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She IS the transatlantic accent. Classically gorgeous and such a strong personality.
She's literally one of the funniest women to ever live! She goes shot for shot with Cary Grant in Philadelphia Story and we damn well love her for it! She's the most annoying creature to ever live in Bringing Up Baby but she's so insane and funny that we simply cannot help but fall in love with her (and root for her to give Grant an aneurysm!)
i know she's accounted for but i really want to be sure someone has submitted the scene in bringing up baby where she's pretending to be a gangster
She simply stuns onscreen; you cannot do anything but be captivated by her presence. Also a non-gender-conforming icon and mild tumblr celebrity by virtue of that one picture from The Warrior's Husband (stage play).
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Katharine Hepburn was out here casually changing the lives of young butch lesbians with her gender swag! She wore pants even when people said she shouldn’t, she refused to marry or have kids, and she wore menswear in at LEAST one movie!
Someone's got to mention it, but she's won the most Oscars out of any performer and is largely considered one of the greatest actresses ever. She's got an incredible voice, an incredible presence, and she absolutely steals every scene she's in. She was private person and deemed standoffish and unapproachable, but she was also profoundly concerned for people's rights and was an outspoken supporter of abortion access. Finally, the Katharine Hepburn slacks look is just iconic. I mean look at her.
If I start thinking about her face for too long I will cry she is so so hot. Katherine is so charismatic and charming in everything she appears in - watch her adopt a leopard and fall in love with her. Also she has the biggest dick energy ever (she and her pal Lauren Bacall share that accolade). Also had an incredibly long and varied career from screw ball comedies to serious dramas - she’s a queen of the screen and I adore her.
(I hope someone else submits real propaganda but just in case they don't:) Cries. Screams. Wails. The woman who singlehandedly made me realize I was bi. A real "do i want to look like her. be her. or be with her.' crisis, where the answer was all three. Holy shit please all three.
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noroi1000 · 10 months
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Evil Queen
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paring: Good King Gojo x Evil Queen reader
For @blvckryx
Words: 8,9k
Warnings: deaths, NSFW (Sub Gojo, dom reader, tied to a chair, begging, creampie, tied cock, oversensitive)
Summary: All your fiancés died because you didn't want them as husband. You didn't want that much. After your father died, you were forced into marriage. At your wedding, your hands were handcuffed. You wanted to kill your husband - Gojo Satoru. But you couldn't do it, he's not dying. He let you try it. He's not the same as the others... You don't want to kill him...
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"(y/n), you can't keep killing your husbands…"
You looked at your father as you looked at the silver bracelet you got from your prospective husband.
"He was not my husband. And I didn't kill him." You said calmly, watching the white diamonds on the silver.
"Zenin is not someone to play with. Honey, understand that you must have a husband." He said as he sat in his chair across the table in front of you.
"How many times do I have to tell you I didn't do it? He killed himself…" you snapped as you threw the expensive jewelry on the table.
Your father was a little afraid of you. And you were perfectly aware of it.
He didn't have much time left in this world, so he tried to leave his kingdom in good hands. Of course he trusted you.
You were relentless. You were so smart. However, you had no mercy even for the smallest thieves.
The good citizens of your kingdom lived peacefully, avoiding poverty.
You didn't want them to want you dead.
You punished all criminals.
Execution, imprisonment, or simply confiscation of property. Or sometimes irreversible disability.
That's what your father used to do.
Thieves had their hands cut off so that they could no longer steal. Prison escapees or those who were fleeing from justice had their legs cut off.
Adulterers were castrated.
You didn't mind. You gave orders to your hired people and they did it.
You didn't mind seeing death.
Not after you saw your future husband, the son of a scholar who was believed to be a sorcerer, kill your friend who has served you since you were little.
As you entered his chamber, you saw a passage to another room below. And when you went in there, you saw Kenjaku cutting the top of the skull off from the rest, and he started looking for something in your friend's brain.
Were you ever going to marry a murderer like him?
You've seen your father convict someone many times.
Your mother accidentally killed your little brother. However, you know what the truth was. She just miscarried. Your father decided that she didn't want to give him any more children, and that she defied him. She was his wife from an arranged marriage. He had her killed as punishment.
You loved your mother more than your father.
And you were afraid you'd die like her because something your father didn't like.
You tried to obey everything he told you to do. You were the perfect princess. That's why you were supposed to be the future queen.
But you wanted your Father not to have the power over you that he has now.
This is why…
That's why you did everything to be cruel.
You had no mercy for anyone who was like him.
Until it finally became your nature.
You weren't nice. But you tried to be good to your subjects.
In other realms they thought of you as a monster. Even if you weren't that cruel.
You were like that to people you didn't like.
You didn't like your husband candidates, so you did everything you could to annul your wedding.
They were either dying or trying to get rid of you.
Kenjaku died because when you were teenagers he started saying something to you that scared you.
He was a little older than you, and he said he'd like to create the perfect baby with you to help him carry out his plan.
You never wanted to marry him.
He died because he fell under the table and the heaviest knife he ever used to split skulls fell on his forehead.
It was as if you murdered him.
Soon after, your second husband appeared…
Naoya Zenin who died during a fight you practically arranged.
Let's just say, a lot of people didn't like him, so finding a candidate wasn't difficult.
But you still had clean hands.
Your third candidate for a husband is a man almost twice your age who has a teenage son.
Well, your Father seeks power and wealth.
He has almost only power.
This man killed the previous ruler and seized the throne.
Fushiguro Toji ruled over a large army. But he wasn't that rich.
You hated him for being such a terrible womanizer. He had a son, two wives if not more.
You were supposed to be his next wife. Even at a meeting with him, there was a woman next to him!
A direct guy who was too brave.
You want someone direct, but not someone like him who shows he can have anyone and does it right away.
As soon as he started approaching you like it wasn't the first time you'd met, you wanted to do something to him.
You did not want to deprive the child of his father, but you even learned that his son does not live in his kingdom!
When he was too insistent, two months ago you gave him a wound running through his mouth. And now there was a scar in that place.
And it's not like he gave up.
You still had to be his wife…
And he was killed fighting a prince of another kingdom.
You were on your way home at the time. Fight and death have passed you by.
You brazenly led Toji out of the house so he couldn't hide. Even though he was strong, there was no way he could win with that power.
Or so you thought.
And you weren't wrong. You received news some time later that your fiancé, Fushiguro Toji, was killed during the fight between his kingdom and the kingdom ruled by Prince Gojo.
Gojo…
Did you know that name…
Didn't this happen to be on your father's lists once?
Soon after, the same man became a king instead of a prince.
His image was in your father's eyes because he didn't want to get in trouble with the strongest kingdom.
He was a good king. Smiling and cheerful. But also deadly.
You weren't that selfish, but without your father, you would have ruled better.
Could there have been no deaths?
Be that as it may, you are involved in all of them.
Your father's chief servants wanted to drag you by force to the next husband candidate, but they mysteriously disappeared.
And only you knew what happened to them.
You knocked them unconscious with an efficient blow to the head with a rock, and left them in the woods. Where it was most dangerous.
And they never came back.
You have blood on your hands.
Your father thinks you'll be the evil queen.
But you don't want to rule by fear.
You hated being ordered around.
Because you wanted to choose your own path.
You have often thought about killing your father.
To dispel his fear of you.
He was the most feared of all these people.
You planned his death.
You didn't want to get married. Not for someone he chose for you!
You were forcibly dragged to the next candidate by the guards.
Ryomen Sukuna… King - monster. Self-proclaimed king of "curses", because when he cursed a people, they died at his hands.
A man who rules over people with fear…
Was this thing supposed to be just for you?
One thing was for sure, you didn't want to be his wife.
A man who drinks blood mixed with wine because he likes it?
No thanks.
But you agreed to your father's game.
You could have shown him that you wouldn't be as nice as you've always been.
You'll be soulless.
You can kill a monster like him.
Someone who with his bare hands, for fun, rips off women their children, babies, and rips off their heads?
Sick bastard…
Even you winced at the sight.
You could have been a mother once.
But there's no way you're having a baby with that thing…
Out of the candidates you had, Kenjaku would be the quickest to pick… He at least tried to be nice somehow…
But it wasn't ideal anyway…
You could kill as you wanted.
You can even be the evil queen. But you won't be blind to what's going on around you.
You were supposed to stay with Sukuna for a month and then get married…
You were always on guard.
You were like a pet to him.
And when he saw you stabbed one of his servants when they were about to put a collar on you like a dog, he smiled instead of being angry.
"You should get used to it sometime. I have so many. So go ahead and have fun." He said and waved his hand. "My woman has to get used to what she will see in wars and everywhere."
You wanted to go up to him and slit his throat.
You were like a puppy to him.
For him to stroke. You were supposed to be just like them to others.
You don't want innocent people to think you're such a monster.
You've killed some people, but never someone who didn't do anything to you.
You spent a lot of your days throwing knives at the wall. You've learned to always hit with the tip.
When you were told to prepare meals for your "husband" (even if he wasn't that and never would have been…), you put old blood of sick animals into his "wine".
Hoping that pig would eventually die.
You threw a knife at him once, and he pulled it out and threw it at you like it was a ball.
You're okay, but you've had enough.
You won't be with a sick bastard like him!
People will hate you when you become his wife against your will.
He had many enemies.
And you were one of them.
You were angry enough to play with him now.
Pretending to seduce him, you locked him in your bedroom.
A fool sees no trick.
Or is he just a sadist who loves to splash in blood?
You don't like it.
But since you have no choice, you will murder anyone who orders you to do anything.
You will kill every candidate for your husband until the choice is finally over.
You will be king on your own.
Even if your past was covered in blood.
You killed your penultimate candidate in bed.
You never wanted him to touch you.
That's why before he thought you two could have sex, you stabbed him in the throat.
To wait for his red eyes to close.
To his subjects, you came out of there a hero who made their lives easier.
No more monthly human sacrifices.
There will be no annual virgin sacrifice.
Nothing will threaten them anymore.
The bloody city has been abandoned. And people came to your kingdom.
More people meant more money for your father. More workers.
However, when you told him that you were the cause of your fiancé's death, he froze.
You showed him your dress which was bright with huge blood stains.
Blood that belongs to the king - Ryomen Sukuna's.
You never regretted killing someone who was mean.
His people were terrified, but they regarded you as their savior.
You gave them freedom.
you helped them.
But your father didn't like it.
No wonder one time, during your frequent look at what you managed to do as a princess, you were pushed off the balcony by your father.
As someone who cannot rule without killing.
Your reflexes were quick.
You instinctively grabbed whatever you could.
At the bottom of the square stood people who watched what was happening there with screams.
The guards started running up the stairs nearby to help you.
You grabbed your father's collar making him lose his balance.
As you grabbed the balcony wall, you pulled him forward.
And you saw your Father slowly approaching down the square. Until he finally fell.
A pool of blood you've seen more than once.
Were you a regicide?
No…
Rather, it was your Father who tried to kill you.
Your closest servant and friend - Utahime, helped you return to safe land with fear.
The guards dragged your body up as fast as they could, then took you to the medic.
You were not found guilty of killing the king.
Because he wanted to kill you.
And the people, when asked if they wished to convict you, refused.
You were the evil queen.
But you weren't the one for them…
You were the new queen.
However, according to your father's death decree, you must have a husband to rule.
Old boor…
He did it specifically for you to have a problem…
You received your father's letters with someone from the Gojo kingdom…
Even their letters were rich…
What if you get married and then become a widow?
You don't want someone to rule over you…
You want to live the way you want, and provide what is good to everyone who believes in you.
You don't want to marry someone like he probably is…
But you have no choice…
You will become his wife, and you will kill him.
Or maybe you'll at least have a baby so you won't be lonely…
So that no one will accuse you of not having a descendant and successor…
You haven't met your future husband.
The advisers and nobles who were your father's faithful servants prepared you for the wedding.
Your dress was beautiful, as befits a royal wedding.
Your only wish was that it be fast.
They all knew that you killed the kings of other kingdoms.
You didn't look at the face of the tall man who was standing in front of you as the ceremony began.
Your hands were handcuffed in front of your body with white gold handcuffs. They didn't look bad and they also held you back.
You've been searched first.
It was hard for you to take your marriage vows with your hands cuffed.
But your prayers for a quick end have been heard by the gods.
Now just a kiss and it'll be over…
The fabric on your face was pulled back, and you looked up a little higher, still not meeting your now husband.
Now just a sealing kiss.
Feel the disgusting lips of someone you don't even want to know…
You stared at one point, over his shoulder as his finger lifted your chin slightly higher as he bent down lower.
He was really tall.
Your lips were slightly parted, and shiny under the influence of natural, glossy lipstick.
"I know you don't want this…"
You heard him say softly.
You widened your eyes and he placed his lips barely on the corner of yours.
Did he just…
Didn't he just make you do something?
Your kingdoms are now connected.
You have become queen and your husband is Gojo Satoru…
You should be happy like the people.
People were happy when they heard the news that your kingdom will be merged with Gojo's kingdom.
It is said that justice, security and prosperity reign at a very high level in that kingdom.
All thanks to the new king. "Son of the Gods".
According to the priests, he was a prophecy of greatness. And eyes like blue crystals, created by miracles in distant lands, showed wealth.
Apparently, no one was disappointed, because all this happened.
They were more powerful than your kingdom. So much…
Much richer.
Even though your country was also prosperous. There were no neighborhoods where people died every day.
But it was even better there.
You used to live in the capital.
The capital was a royal city in the territory of his kingdom.
His close friends will take care of the new lands because he doesn't have much time to go there.
While your people were delighted, the people of his country were not.
How does a wonder child, a wonder king marry an evil Queen?
A queen who killed the kings of other countries who were her betrothed…
You were their queen now.
You want to fulfill your plan.
You will kill him.
But…
"You want to kill me, don't you?" he asked as he lay on his stomach on your bed, lazily eating some dessert.
Your hands trembled.
He knew you could kill him anytime.
However, he didn't seem to care at all…
How?
"Go ahead. You can try. However, I have promised some people that I will not die so soon." He said calmly.
Is he serious?
You can't listen to him!
You must do it!
You will not listen to someone who will probably hurt you!
Suddenly he looked at you from behind his black glasses.
"Let's play your game. Try to kill me. I will not attack you. You attack me and I won't do anything about it. When you kill me, you win."
"Are you serious-"
He interrupted you.
"I'm serious. I want to prove something to someone. What my wife is like."
Before you could somehow embarrass yourself by his words, you decided to give him back.
It sounded weird when he referred to you as "wife".
He was handsome.
And you even liked him.
But…
But you don't want him to hurt you.
You are the Evil Queen. And everyone hates you…
He also…
He can't prove otherwise.
He married you because he had to.
You were the cruelest queen ever.
And you couldn't change it…
you were like that.
What was he trying to prove?
You walked over to him and smiled slightly.
"It's a shame a man with eyes like that has to cover them with those stupid glasses." You chuckled softly.
"I'll take that as a compliment." He said with a smile.
You sat next to him.
You've been married for a month…
He looked at you scanningly.
You had no desire to kill.
You placed your hand on his back, then ran your finger over his palpable muscles under his white shirt.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
"I spend time with my husband…?" You asked, wanting to ignore it.
"It's weird… You want to seduce me?" He smiled at you.
"Do you want it?" You gave him a mischievous smile.
"If I remember correctly what I heard, you killed Sukuna during sex. What if it happens to me?? This is not a clean game. That's not how I agreed. Only traps and fair attack." He turned to you, laying on his back.
"That's not true… I killed him before he could touch me."
"I thought evil queens used someone before they killed them. So maybe you're not the Evil Queen?"
"Shut up." You muttered, sitting on his stomach. "Just fair game. I don't have any weapons on me…"
"That's good. Because I'd love to be closer to my wife as long as I'm alive."
You leaned in to kiss him.
And for the first time you felt that his lips were soft. Not horrible and disgusting.
You didn't know what to do anymore.
Kill him?
Live with him?
You didn't want a husband. But the longer you're with him, the more you think you're okay with him.
He treats you so well…
He took your people and you too. The killer. Evil Queen…
And now he's telling you that you can try to kill him?
What's wrong with him?
For some moments you didn't want to kill him.
But you decided you'd do it before you changed your mind.
In order not to be hurt by him…
Was your relationship just sex?
You noticed that despite being so powerful, he could be a good boy and let you take control.
But never mind the sex…
You've already tried to kill him twice.
You gave him two poisonous plant decoctions to drink.
For the first time, it turned out that he does not drink wine.
The second time he sniffed his juice, and smelled it…
He just smiled at you and spilled it on the floor saying, "Failed try."
You were even able to pour something in his bath which, when poured over an object, burned the surface.
You're not sure what it is, but you hoped you wouldn't see him die.
The longer you're with him, the more you feel sorry for him…
When he dies, then you can cry.
The more you stick to it…
He got into another tub then…
And he directly told you later that he smelled sulfur in the bathhouse when he went in there.
Sulfuric acid in the water… Would that have any effect on him at all?
It failed with the poison, trying to kill him in the water.
The next time you tried to drown him when you offered to wash his back.
He knew something would happen.
You tried to push his head under the water, but you failed. You didn't even move it.
He just laughed.
Is this man really not afraid of death?
After all, you are the Evil Queen!
You really didn't want to see him die…
Did you notice that…
You don't want him to die in front of your eyes. Because you will feel sorry for him…
You tied the ax to the rope you had attached to the door.
The ax was heavy, but you managed to make the trap work.
When he opens the door, the ax will fall on him.
He entered the room, and then heavy weapons began to fly at him on a rope.
He jumped up, grabbing onto the rope, then landed on the metal embedded in the wall.
"Nice move, baby." He laughed.
"What the fuck…?!" his friend shouted.
"It's just our little game. Mine with my wife!"
Have you had enough of this…
You tried to push him down the stairs, but it came out like you were hugging him…
You're running out of ideas…
You felt worse and worse trying to kill him…
He kept smiling at you and letting you do it.
You have not been convicted of trying to kill the king not once…
There were no consequences for you.
You were lying in bed under the covers when he entered the room with a smile.
"Are you okay? You didn't leave today." He said as he closed the door.
You threw a knife at him.
He only tilted his head slightly as the knife pierced the door next to his head.
The incredible reflexes he had amazed you.
But he wasn't afraid of death at all…
"Leave me… Or else… What do you want, Satoru?" You asked turning away from him.
You felt worse and worse at the thought of killing him.
Was he the same as those?
He cared for you after all…
Is it worth killing him?
That's why you were in bed, sad.
"You know… I thought about our bath last night, and I got a little horny…" he murmured.
You looked at the bulge in his pants.
Admittedly, you've thought about it too, and you're sure you can take that big cock right away. After all, you must have gotten a little wet…
You pulled back the covers to signal him.
He walked over quickly, already pulling the length out of his pants.
You pulled up your nightgown and took off your panties, quickly wrapping your legs around his hips and letting him slide right into you.
You've had enough of this… You've failed…
The longer you look at that smile, your heart tells you that you love that look on his face…
Have you had enough of this…
The last time you try…
You will have blood on your hands…
His blood…
When he came into your bedroom in the evening, you kicked him in the back of his knees, causing him to lose his balance.
He knelt on the floor and looked at you.
Little tears flowed from your eyes.
You were supposed to kill those who hurt you…
And he…
And he never hurt you once…
But you'll kill him anyway…
And you'll probably regret it for the rest of your life.
You expected him to be furious.
But he looked at you with the same eyes as always.
And he smiled very slightly.
You held the knife tighter in your hand.
You were shaking a bit.
You've killed so many times.
He can't be your weakness…
He was supposed to be just like everyone else…
He was supposed to do what you don't want!
…But he didn't…
You walked over to him and tapped his shoulder with your foot.
He fell to the floor, lying on his back.
But he didn't even protest.
You put your foot on his chest and then sat on top of him, pointing the blade of the knife at his throat.
You breathed for the tears to disappear.
But looking at that scene below you, you couldn't stop crying.
The last light of the sun was reflecting off the knife today. It lightly illuminated the room.
You saw his gentle eyes and kind smile.
He didn't even move. Even if he could break free now and throw you off him, call the guards to take you to the dungeon.
But he doesn't…
"Why do you always have to smile like an idiot?!" you shouted. "Do you really want to die?!"
"You're beautiful even now." He said.
"Shut up! Why?!"
"From the beginning, I wanted to prove to you that you are not a cruel person. You don't want to get hurt. I wanted to show you that you can get love too."
You shivered as your heart pounded.
But with tears you brought the knife closer to his throat.
"Shut up! For everyone I'm just a queen that kills! I-"
"You're not an evil queen. You're the perfect queen who wants to take care of those she cares about. I know you may think differently of me than I do. If you think I'm like them, kill me. But I never meant to hurt you. What you do depends on you. I will accept what you give me. That's what you do out of love, right?"
"Y-You–!"
Your hands were shaking.
He still didn't move. He wasn't nervous at all.
"You won our game. Now I won't run away. I can't avoid it. I give you my life. I give it to my wife. Who is not an evil queen."
You squeezed your eyes shut.
Just one hand movement, and it's done.
You moved the blade.
You threw the knife on the floor, jumping off it.
You were kneeling on the floor, covering your face with your hands.
Two meters from him.
You can not do it…
You can't…
You felt something on your shoulder.
You looked over there.
"It's okay… Don't cry…" he said calmly and wrapped his arms around you very gently as he knelt behind you.
"I just wanted to kill you… so why are you now–"
"I love you. Isn't that reason enough? You are my wife. I swore allegiance to you. So I wanted to be true to what I said. I wanted to prove something to someone. What my wife is like. I wanted to prove to you that you have a good heart. If it wasn't, I would have been dead six months ago."
You moved.
He thought you would run away from him.
But you turned away, pressing your head against his chest.
He didn't do anything to you…
You couldn't kill him…
Because he was one of the few people who treated you differently.
Better.
Your husband was a good king…
You were supposed to be the evil queen…
You are not.
To him, you are the most wonderful woman.
He may have been against being with you at first, but he saw you walking around in dark dresses, making no secret of the fact that you were the cause of the deaths of so many important people.
You were nice. You cared about people.
And you didn't care what a cruel, bloody portrait you had in people's eyes.
Those who have listened to you believe that you are a good queen.
Those who don't know you think you're just a heartless murderer who out of selfishness and greed craves power.
However, you did not kill their wonderful king, who is not much different from this portrait.
His smile is on his face, but he has even more terrible scenes than you had.
Killing, torturing. Leaving to fate. Psychological and physical torture.
Cruel deaths.
He, the good king, hid this side from people.
But everyone knew the power in his hands.
You didn't hide the truth about yourself.
And the world shows you that sometimes a sweet lie is better than a bitter truth.
But what was supposed to connect you was never going to lie anymore.
It will be the sweet truth.
He promised you that people would recognize you.
And despite the fact that you have no heart and no mercy for criminals, you are actually a nice person.
As long as no one bothers you.
He got a chance from you. And you let him get as close as you've never been to anyone before.
You failed to kill him, and you no longer wanted to.
Not after everything he's done for you.
He himself could kill you and get rid of you.
But he didn't. He's not afraid that you might kill him in his sleep.
Because he trusts you.
Especially after you let him get so close to your body and heart that he'll never be able to leave again.
The first person you chose to be your husband, and you liked him, was him. Satoru.
Someone who thinks about you and not just about himself.
Even if he didn't want an arranged marriage, he somehow accepted you.
He liked the fact that you had emotions and your own opinion.
That you don't just live by what people think of you.
He only allowed you to try to kill him to prove to you that you are not what people tell you.
You're not cruel.
Even though you have no mercy, you are a loved one for those who are close to you.
Even though there aren't many people in your life who are so nice to you who love you, he was one of those people.
He deserved a place in your heart…
The only man you could love because he didn't see you as just killing anyone who was mean.
He was like that because he killed someone himself. That's the role of the king. Sentence to death, kill in combat.
He wasn't sure if he happened to be more murderous than you.
But your roles were made anyway.
Evil Queen and Good King.
Even if you're on a similar level at murder.
You will be Good, Beautiful Queen by his side.
And people can't say you'll be the same as you were.
Because you are his wife.
And what you decide, you do.
Because you are beautiful, strong and independent.
His great queen.
"It's okay if you still want to kill me." He said, stroking your head reassuringly. "I don't forbid you from trying your best. It was even fun…" he laughed.
You clenched your hands on his sides.
"You can still try to kill me–."
"I don't want to kill you…" you interrupted him, and suddenly you looked at him with a smile. "But don't think I'm going to be a gentle wife."
"And that's something I love." He smiled and placed his lips on your cheek.
"… I thought you didn't want to kill me anymore…" he moaned, feeling the ropes tighten on his body. "So what is it supposed to be?"
You wrapped a red rope around his chest.
He laughed as sweat slowly ran down his face.
He was trying so hard to be calm, but any human can start to panic the moment he can't move.
It was the same with him now.
If you wanted to kill him, you will surely succeed now.
You called him to your chamber. He came.
But then he realized it was quite dark there.
The windows are covered with thick curtains, and the lighting is provided by candles evenly distributed around the room.
There was a chair in the middle.
He called your name several times.
And he expected something perverted from you.
After all, when was it such a climate in the room? Warm light, alluring atmosphere. so good. So perfect for you.
As he walked over to the heavy chair, he wondered where you got it from.
It was definitely from here. Or did you have a carpenter do it?
It was tall and heavy.
Dimples on the legs, at the height of the ankles, and a specific shape of the back. Like it was perfectly made for his body.
It sure was comfortable.
And he could say it right away.
Besides, this height also showed that it was perfect for Him.
The red fabric covering in the middle and back contrasted with the dark wood.
Is this a gift for him from you?
If so, he'll be glad to lean you against the back of that chair and fuck you into oblivion.
But he knew it wasn't that kind of gift.
You are planning something.
As he ran his fingers along the smooth wood of the backrest, he felt someone pushing him.
When he turned around, he saw it was you. You stepped out from behind a large curtain, pushing him into a chair.
"(y/n)–."
"Don't move." You said grabbing his wrists tightly and pulling them back.
If he had tried to break free from your grip, he would have succeeded.
Because he is strong. But curiosity overcame him. He wanted to see what you would do to him.
But when he felt you wrap the string around his wrists, it was different.
He was curious what you would do to him. And there was also a dangerous excitement.
You've wrapped his big wrists many times as you've been training to keep him from breaking free.
His hands were tightly bound and the constriction in the lower part of the chair prevented him from getting up from the chair because his hands were behind his back and the chair was wider at the top of his back.
Even if he tried, his bound hands wouldn't let him get up.
It took some time to plan what this chair should look like…
And the king's carpenter agreed to do it.
As he leaned forward, you grabbed his head, catching his hair lightly, and pulled his head back, tugging on the white strands.
"No, my king. You can't move yet." You whispered in his ear.
As he listened to you with his pupils dilated to catch the light, you saw his ears blush…
You reached around him, passing the red rope from one hand to the other.
You wrapped his chest around it, leaving space where his tits were.
Something like this could be useful.
Later, you also bound his arms, making the bound hands immobile, and tied to the back of the chair.
You tied it with a strong knot, but you didn't tighten it on him so tight that it left marks. You don't want it to take away his blood supply.
"… I thought you didn't want to kill me anymore…" he moaned, feeling the ropes tighten on his body. "So what is it supposed to be?"
"I will not kill you, my king ~. You just said you wanted to play. Besides, I told you I wouldn't be a gentle queen." You laughed and knelt with him, spreading his legs, then tied his ankles to the legs of the chair. Rope fit perfectly into the cut narrowings.
So that's why it's there…
After you finished, he started to move a little. Struggling. But he couldn't move his body.
It wasn't like he was fighting to get out.
It's as if he's only looking at how powerful the ropes are.
And the sight of you in front of him in a dark red dress with lace was wonderful.
You were so different from other princesses and queens.
They all wore bright, clean dresses.
And you often wore darker colors.
Maybe it's also because the light ones get dirty very quickly?
Especially if the dress is long and touches the floor.
He almost completely calmed down.
Only his heart pounded in his chest.
His breathing was heavier.
You are his dangerous pleasure.
You did something unexpected.
And he liked it.
The dangerous excitement he felt now.
The direction of his blood was clearly directed to his crotch, and he slowly felt it begin to harden in his pants.
"A gentle queen would never do such a thing, huh… And my queen finally caught me, heh." He smiled conceitedly.
"That pretty smile won't be there when you beg me, baby." You said and quickly untied the back of your dress,
Taking it off as you tossed the expensive fabric aside onto the floor, leaving your red petticoat with stockings on you.
You were walking on a soft carpet with a heavy chair on it.
You wanted it to be so heavy that he couldn't knock it over very easily.
Two people brought it here, and it was really hard for them to do it, but they made it.
You also had other surprises for him today.
"Beg? What should I beg for, baby?" He asked with the same smile.
You stood up and grabbed his cheeks to make him look up.
"We both know you can moan and beg like a whore. So be a good boy 'cause I make you beg for touch." you kissed his lips before pulling away and knelt down again, resting your cheek against his inner thigh.
You reached your hand to his increasingly visible cock.
"You like it." You smiled harder.
"I like giving attention from my wife. Will you touch me?" His grin appeared.
At what he said you snapped your fingers at his increasing length, causing him to hiss softly.
"Such a big, nice dick… However, if you still think you're driving now, your dick will be in your pants all the time. So cramped and uncomfortable. Without anything to touch." You said. "So be a good boy. Agreement?"
He looked at you with a blush on his cheeks.
He liked it…
"… Yeah… My queen." he said with a small smile and blush.
"Good boy~."
Suddenly you took out a knife.
He looked at you questioningly.
"You didn't say you were going to cut me." He grunted dissatisfied.
"If I didn't say so, then I won't." You laughed and cut the threads holding the buttons on his shirt.
To finally pull both sides of his shirt hard, revealing his chest.
You wanted to laugh softly as his nipples hardened at the feeling of cold around him.
His pants were getting very uncomfortably tight…
Seeing his displeasure, you reached down to his crotch and unzipped his pants.
He lifted his hips slightly to help you take it off him.
And now his pants and underwear were at his ankles, further restricting his movements when he was bound.
Now he won't do anything. He won't run away.
His pink tip rested on his thigh.
His hands were moving because he wanted so much to start massaging his cock.
Seeing you in front of him just made his skin tingle.
But he couldn't do it.
Only you could touch him because his body was immobile.
You threw the knife to the floor with a loud clatter.
You took off your petticoat, leaving you in only stockings in front of him.
"Without underwear? Be brave, baby." He smiled at the sight of your perky nipples and sweet, soft pussy for him to look at now.
You placed your finger on his lips, silencing him.
"Shh… Do not say anything. If you're a good boy who listens, I'll give you a reward."
"What reward?" he smiled.
"If you don't listen, I won't touch you. And you won't be able to touch either."
"Hard Punishment…"
"I know. That's why you promise to be a good boy?" You stroked his cheek.
He nodded at you, looking away with a blush.
"Perfect." You patted his head. "Good boys always get rewards. And if you promise to be a good boy, why shouldn't I reward you?"
He looked at you curiously as you knelt in front of him, stepping between his spread legs.
Kneeling on his pants that gathered at his ankles.
That's the height you were after.
His cock was perfectly level with your tits.
You reached for his semi-hard cock, licking the tip lightly.
He sighed softly, wanting more…
You licked the bottom of his cock then pulled away.
He looked at you questioningly as you spat on your chest and then down his length, smearing your saliva all over him.
And you moved closer, placing his shaft between your breasts, smearing saliva on your skin.
And when it fit perfectly, you cupped your tits with your hands, making you rub his cock.
He made low grunts as the soft mounds brushed hard against him. Because it was so enjoyable.
You smiled as you watched his flushed cheeks as his flushed cock brushed the tip against your skin until his warm, an oblong and large piece of his body gave hot drops of precum onto your skin.
Much to his displeasure, your touch left his cock, leaving him standing at attention in your direction.
Before he could say anything, he stopped himself, remembering that when he's a good boy, you'll give him a reward.
He carefully watched your wet breasts and how you reached into your hair, untying the black ribbon that held your hair.
You kissed his head, and suddenly wrapped a thin ribbon around its base.
You wrapped the fabric strap around it, pulling it tighter before tying a bow over his balls.
You tweaked it a bit to get a nice view.
His cock, standing and shining, hard. A black bow over his balls. And on its base a tightened strip of material that oppresses it.
You sat on his lap, kissing his chest that wasn't covered with rope until you moved your mouth to his nipple, sucking lightly.
His muscles tensed as you bit down slightly.
Pinching his sensitive bumps with your fingers, you stood over his hips, rubbing your clit lightly against the tip of his, giving both you and him pleasure.
While you're kissing.
His tongue swirled in your mouth before you dominated the kiss, pushing your tongue into his mouth, causing him to purr.
But as his cock slid lower, touching your entrance, you pulled away from him completely.
You got off his lap and sat on the bed that was five feet in front of him.
"(y/n)~." he murmured. You could feel his plea for touch in his voice.
"You're such a good boy. But I have to punish you for breaking out in the beginning." You said with a winning smile.
You looked at his cock which turned from bright pink to red through the material that was tightened around it.
He looked so cute with that bow.
A big, pretty dick wrapped in a ribbon that swells and throbs.
He will moan so nicely when you sit on him~.
"When you don't complain, it will be faster for you ~."
You lay down suddenly on your back, dipping your fingers into your soft, wet folds.
Spreading out to show him your pussy.
You knew so well that his hungry eyes stared at your dripping folds.
You like the way he looks fucked up and flushed.
He will be very sensitive when you touch him.
With a small smile, you run your fingers over your clit quickly, widening your legs wide for him so he can watch and drool. What is he definitely doing.
It might be a little embarrassing to lie so open to someone, but it's worth your time. To see his fucked up face later when he wants to come.
To show him more, you inserted two fingers of your other hand into you, still moving quickly over your clit.
God, how he wanted to replace your fingers with his.
How he wanted to replace your fingers with his cock.
But he had to be a good boy because he won't get it at all.
Even if he tries to look away to stop feeling the throbbing in his swollen cock, your wet sounds and grunts will still make him stare at the beautiful scene before him.
Your pussy has always been so soft. He loved hiding inside of you so much. Hitting your soft body.
And now he also couldn't miss how your smaller hands are satisfying you.
He loved to dig his fingers and face into your pussy fat. Feeling soft. Feeling the taste. To feel your soft pussy sucking his hard cock inside.
If just looking could bring him to orgasm, he would have shot thick strings of cum long ago.
Not only was nothing touching him, but the bow on it would probably prevent him from coming. As befits a cock-clamping posture.
His breath quivered as your thighs trembled as well, and your fingers stopped as you came with a hollow groan.
He looked at his cock, red and begging for attention.
Drops of precum flowed from its tip, down its side.
If only he could somehow make anything touch his length…
He wanted so much to touch…
With a red face and hazy eyes, he looked at you as you sat on the mattress of the high bed, adjusting your stockings with labored breathing.
Seeing his almost teary eyes, you smiled slightly.
"what's wrong?"
You gave him a stronger smile.
He looked at you, then at his cock, then at you again.
A silent signal that he wants you to touch him.
"Sorry, I don't know what you mean."
"Come here…" he moaned.
"That's not how you should talk. A good boy doesn't talk like that." You waved your finger at him.
He sighed heavily.
He couldn't stand it…
Tears stung his eyes. He was so sensitive and the material on his penis wasn't helping.
"So? What should you say?" You walked over to him, sitting on his lap but being careful not to touch his cock.
His cock was crying with precum.
"Touch me." he murmured.
"I did not hear."
"Touch me." he said sharper.
"That's not how you should call me." You laughed. "I already told you that you would beg me. Show me your sweet face when you beg me."
Flushing, he watched as your hands massaged his thighs, close to his length, but you still hadn't touched him.
"So?"
"touch me please?"
"Better now. But say it louder."
Your fingers untied the bow, but instead of taking it off, you tightened the fabric a little tighter around his thickness.
He opened his mouth, letting out a trembling groan. His eyes released solitary tears as did his cock, which cried with more precum when squeezed.
"P-please…" he groaned, looking at you with glassy eyes.
Taking advantage of the drops of precum running down his cock, you tugged at the fabric, sliding it lightly over his cock. He hissed as he felt the pressure go higher up his length.
It pulsed. You've seen it so much.
His hips jumped as he tried to pull back, but he couldn't.
His legs moved, but he couldn't move them because of the ropes around his ankles.
"I can't hear you, honey~."
As you said, his smile disappeared from his face. And so red and desperate he looked so cute.
You felt your excitement run down your thigh at the mere sight.
"Please…"
"Say it louder and you'll get it." You ran your fingers across his chest.
"Fuck me… Touch me…"
"What are you saying?"
"Fuck me please!" he said out loud and you laughed.
You slowly removed the slightly wet ribbon from it, tossing it aside.
And to his relief, you grabbed his cock, smearing what was oozing from its tip down its impressive length.
So red and pulsating.
It's so begging to put it inside you, and feel all those veins on it.
When you petted him, he felt like he was about to explode.
He's coming really fast…
He doesn't care… He just wants to be in your pussy.
"Good boy."
You moved closer, aligning his weeping length below you, in straight line.
He was swollen. He was a little bigger than he would have been if you hadn't put that ribbon on him.
Which also makes him very sensitive.
He moaned loudly almost immediately as your entrance widened to accommodate the top of him.
After such torture, he finally got around to receiving your attention.
And it was such a great feeling. Almost overwhelming.
His eyes were still glassy and watery.
In one motion, you pushed it all the way in, waiting for you to get used to it.
But for him, the inside of your pussy was too good…
He had his hands on the ropes.
His eyebrows furrowed.
You wiggled your hips a bit, feeling swollen cock dilate you so much.
You looked at his face and smiled.
His arms were shaking. You felt him pulsating inside you.
It felt so good to have him inside.
So big…
You smiled as you sat motionless on his cock.
You kissed his neck.
"You can come. I know you're sensitive."
You jumped on his thighs, making your tight walls stroke him. he was moaning.
"I'm letting you come. Then do it, my king." You pulled his hair up slightly. "I want your sperm."
At your dirty words, he shuddered.
"Use my permission while you can. You don't want me to stop touching you again, do you?" You kissed his jaw to kiss him later.
You move your hips back and forth.
After no more than a moment, he moaned into your mouth, and you felt large amounts of cum filling you intensely.
You pulled it half way out and then sat on it again. Letting him end up completely inside you.
The feeling of his hot cum filling you inside was very pleasant.
Placing your hands on his lap, you arched your back back, watching as his cum flowed out of you with your movement. Even though his softening length acts like a plug for you to keep his seed from flowing out.
He was sensitive to the heat inside you.
But he knew it would make him hard again.
And ready to let your pussy milk him to the last drop again.
"Why are you still throwing a knife at me?" He asked as he tilted his head to the side as a knife landed next to his head.
"Habit… I'm just more irritable…" you said sitting on the bed.
"The blade never hits, so I know you're not trying to kill me." He laughed.
He walked closer to you and offered you his hand.
"People are waiting. Do you have the strength to get up?" He asked protectively. "Would you like to go there?"
"If the people want it, as their queen, I guess I must." You grabbed his hand and stood next to him. "Maybe they finally want to burn me at the stake as a witch."
"Don't joke like that. They would never want to do that to you."
"That's right. I didn't do anything wrong to them."
"You are a great queen to them. Besides, we have to share this information with them sometime."
"You're right… I'm just not used to that kind of thing. But I wouldn't be surprised if they still hate me."
"It's been so long. After all, everything is so perfect. Nobody's going to want to do that to you." He smiled, placing his hand on your lower back. "Besides, in audiences people asked if you were well, because they hadn't seen you outside for a long time."
"Really?"
"You are a great queen to them. How could it be otherwise. Besides, there are lots of people waiting to see us. Did you know that the ill health of a king or queen makes people sad? When they feel devoted to the ruler like those here, they don't play or anything until the ruler recovers. So everyone wants to know what's going on with you. So many times they asked Shoko when she went to visit you what was going on."
"Even as a medic, she didn't tell anyone?" You asked, grabbing his hand as you walked beside him.
"A secret is a secret. But it's best to finally talk about it." He chuckled softly. "If they ever find out anyway, better sooner than later. To avoid controversy among people. After all, not everyone can accept a secret that is still hidden."
"You won…" You smiled at him.
Your dark blue dress was picked up by him as you walk down the stairs next to him.
"Or maybe they want to burn me at the stake?" You asked laughing as you heard people clapping and shouting as the man said you were leaving.
"Does it sound like they want to do this? I hope you'll eventually get used to this kind of love people show."
You went out with him to the low terrace in front of the courtyard where the people had gathered.
When they saw you, they cheered.
Especially when your husband stood behind you, placing his hands on your belly visible under the dress.
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“They were brothers brought together by tragedy and best friends separated by destiny. Seokjin, now freed of his Raven mark and unaware of his little brother’s whereabouts, visits the Queen’s castle with promises of healing the other freed Ravens. Jungkook, now living his life as the Queen’s Consort and uninformed of Seokjin’s fate, doesn’t know that today will be the day he will finally reunite with his bigger brother.”
Pairing: Best Friends!Jungkook x Seokjin | Seokjin x f.Reader OC 1 | Jungkook x f.Reader OC 2
Genre: Fantasy!AU, Slice of Life, Childhood Best Friends!AU, Found Family!AU, Royalty!AU, Queen Consort!Jungkook, Healer!Seokjin
Warnings: there is plot hehehe, they're best friends who got separated only to reunite again!!, they're like brothers, they share & talk about past trauma, hinted child abuse (they experienced it), but more than anyhing this is so healing and soft and lovely, Jungkook shows Seokjin the castle and Seokjin is all like "my lil bro is royalty now <3", they love each other so much like you guys they're brothers!!, they also bicker in typical jinkook fashion <3, i love this story so much you guys
Wordcount: 11.1k
a/n: because this is based on (and set after) their main stories, the boys each have a female lover which i won't name here because in their main stories it's supposed to be the reader but as a different OC each, you get me? i know you do. if you don't, just read their stories and come back to this. okay then, enjoy besties! istfg i love this universe so much :(
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Seokjin is nervous. It was his idea and yet he is still terribly nervous. He hasn’t been back in the castle since he climbed the walls and fled. It has been thirteen full moons since then and also thirteen full moons since he found his true destiny. She is with him today, because she will do most of the talking and work while he will assist her. She found him washed up by the riverbank next to her house and took him in. He was lucky because she was a healer – the trusted healer of the Queen even – and despite his past, she nurtured him until he felt whole again. His past, Seokjin aches in guilt when he thinks about it, is also the reason why he felt so nervous about today despite it being his idea.
He was a Raven once. A Raven of the Black Forest. The Ravens are a group of young boys and men poisoned by the twisted worldviews of their cruel leader Rafkan. He is one of the Nïuri, a peaceful people which use their immortality to nurture the earth, but not Rafkan as he uses his immortality to ruin young boys’ futures and kill innocent people. A black tattoo of a raven brands the members of Rafkan’s group and lets everyone know that the wearer was unlucky enough to fall into Rafkan’s hands.
Seokjin thankfully escaped his claws and managed to free himself of the marks which once ruined his chest.
The reason for today’s visit to the Queen’s castle was based on this exact mark. Most Ravens didn’t want to get tattooed. Most were not older than five when Rafkan drilled the tattoo deep under their skin, ignoring their screams of pain and cries for mercy. Seokjin still remembers how he screamed and cried as the thick needle repeatedly punctured his skin. He was seven.
With the help of Seokjin’s true destiny and forever partner, he was able to rid himself of the mark and he wants to grant the same opportunity to his fellow freed Ravens. It is well known in the Queendom that the Queen’s castle serves as refuge for many Ravens, who were lucky enough to escape Rafkan’s poisoned grip. Although Rafkan still tells his boys that the Queen and her late mother kill Ravens for sports, it isn’t the truth. Ravens get a second chance at the castle. They are free to stay in her castle and they are free to leave to wherever they crave to go. Seokjin could have stayed as well and he could have left if he wanted to, but back then he was still too stubborn to see that. So he fled in the dark of the night, swearing to himself never to return to the castle.
And now he is back. He is back at the place he swore never return to, but he isn’t guilty, he is just so very nervous. What if his idea fails? What if the marks of his freed brothers won’t fade? Seokjin watched it with own two eyes as his love removed it from his chest and yet he is scared that somehow the healing spell won’t work today.
There are also other worries plaguing him. He worries that he won’t be welcome at the castle anymore. That he will be captured and thrown into prison. His love assured him that this won’t happen, as she knows the Queen to be of very forgiving nature, but Seokjin was still nervous. He has been clutching his love’s hand ever since the castle gates came into view.
“Don’t be scared, my dearest”, she tells him, giving him a reassuring smile.
“I know, but I truly am. I do not want to be thrown into prison”, he says.
“There is no reason for that. Yes, you left in secrecy, but if the queen sees that you used your freedom to find happiness and a purpose, she will be happy”, she says and pulls him closer, “you will be alright, my dearest. And perhaps if we are lucky, Jungkook will be there as well.”
Seokjin smiles at the mention of his lost brother. He is happy, but he also aches. This is the last worry which plagues him and which makes it difficult for his heart to beat normally.
What if Jungkook wasn’t in the castle? What if he is still caught in Rafkan’s fangs? What if he didn’t find freedom? What if he died?
Seokjin spent his night sleepless and repeating the worrying questions over and over again. He is so scared. So, so scared that today’s journey will bring news of grief for him.
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The Queen knew of the healer’s visit to the castle. She sent a letter a week ago, telling her that she had a cure for the Raven mark and that she can offer her services to the freed Ravens living in the castle. The Queen instantly agreed and sent word to all neighbouring villages that whoever wanted to rid himself of his marks may do so in one week. The halls and courtyard are buzzing in life. Ravens, who haven’t seen each other in years have come to the castle, celebrating their near future of true freedom. The emotions were high and food was plenty.
Jungkook has been excited all day. He was the first to know of the healer’s arrival. The letter met his love at night when they were already in bed, getting ready for sleep. She opened it next to him and then began crying in happiness.
“What’s the matter, my destiny?” Jungkook asked her back then, feeling worried until she told him of the good news and Jungkook joined her in her tears of happiness. Being freed of the mark was all he dreamt of ever since he escaped Rafkan and in a week he will finally make his dream a reality.
Today was finally the day. The healer will arrive any second now and Jungkook will finally be free. Truly and visibly free. He has been spending his day talking to all his fellow Ravens. Many still lived in the castle and became his friends, but many came from the villages and towns and felt more like distant relatives to Jungkook. Today however they all felt connected and high in spirits.
Jungkook has already drunk two mugs of mead and ate way too much of the flavourful pork belly. He feels overjoyed, but also very needing of the bathroom.
He excuses himself from the courtyard to hurry inside.
“My starlight, there you are”, the Queen - and his fiancée - greets him inside, taking his hands, “I looked everywhere for you.”
“Forgive me, I was in the courtyard talking to all of my brothers.”
Jungkook gives her a kiss on the cheek because he loves her a lot. She leans into the kiss with her fingers squeezing his hands.
“Don’t apologise. I merely wanted to tell you that the healer and her apprentice will be here soon. Our warriors saw them coming up the roads.”
“Really? Oh heavens, I need to hurry up then”, Jungkook says, slipping his hands out of his finacée’s loving hold.
“Why? What are you doing?”
“I need to relieve myself. I drank too much and my bladder is going to burst.”
“Oh heavens, well”, she chuckles, “hurry up then, you precious boy you”, she says and gives his butt a gentle pat as if too speed up his steps.
“I will, worry not”, Jungkook says and hurries away in hasty steps.
He will reach the toiletries in time with the healer and Seokjin arriving at the castle. He will be relieving himself as the Queen welcomes them with smiles and music. And he will wash his hands thoroughly as the healer and Seokjin set up their healing station and the Ravens begin lining up for their freedom. He doesn’t know of Seokjin yet.
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Truly, it is such an awful twist of fate that Jungkook’s bladder decided to give up mere seconds before Seokjin entered the courtyard. The dark haired healer scans his eyes over the dozens and dozens faces, hoping to see the face of his brother in them. He knows most of the Ravens gathered here and the joy of seeing them is grande, but none of them was Jungkook. Jungkook was special to Seokjin. Jungkook was like a little brother to Seokjin. 
Only five years younger than Seokjin and with fear in his big eyes, Jungkook became a Raven when Seokjin was ten years of age. Jungkook hid the moment Rafkan and the older Ravens left him at the camp to hunt for food. Jungkook refused to come out of hiding for hours. Even when dinner was promised, he didn’t leave his hiding spot, which ended in Rafkan punishing him for “ignoring his body’s needs”.
Seokjin and the other boys always had to watch when one of them was punished and Jungkook’s punishment was no exception. Seokjin always felt terrible when he watched his fellow young brothers cry because of what Rafkan did, but there was something about Jungkook crying that night which hit Seokjin especially hard. The poor, frightened boy hid again the second the punishment was finished and only his small, pained sobs were heard in the camp. The other boys were too frightened to check up on him, but Seokjin was overtaken with a sense of protectiveness and so he crawled under the thorny bushes Jungkook was hiding in and offered the younger boy a hug. Jungkook didn’t want to take it at first, but all it took was one smile from Seokjin and he fell into his arms and cried his broken heart out.
Ever since that night, Seokjin and Jungkook shared a special bond and a deep, honest love. They hugged each other when they were sad or scared or in pain, they shared every meal with each other, shared blankets when the nights were cold, shared laughter when the days weren’t as dark and shared every stage a young boy goes through as he grows into a man. They would have shared adulthood as well, but Seokjin decided to leave to kill the Queen and till this day he regrets leaving without Jungkook.
Their last conversation ended in anger and hurtful words. Rafkan managed to influence Jungkook and poison his mind. Seokjin never truly allowed the poison to take hold of him and wanted to use the opportunity to flee together from Rafkan. So he told Jungkook of his plans and had to realise that his younger brother met it with anger and resentment. They fought, Jungkook called him hurtful things and Seokjin left without Jungkook. Until this day, Seokjin regrets that he left that night, that he didn’t try harder to convince his little brother and that he left even when the last words they shared were of angry nature.
If Seokjin has to realise that Jungkook wasn’t at the castle or that he had already died, he won’t ever forgive himself and he might never truly be himself again.
Seokjin shifts in his seat restlessly. He and his love have already healed ten Ravens of their marks and yet he still hasn’t spotted Jungkook. He asked each of them if they knew of Jungkook, but most were too old to know of him. They must have been Ravens before their time. Perhaps the Queen’s mother rescued them when she was still alive.
The Queen hasn’t come back either. She excused herself once she exchanged a few friendly words with Seokjin and his love and hasn’t returned since. Seokjin grows worried that she had went to get her warriors. After all, she looked at him as if she saw a ghost and then spoke of needing to go.
Seokjin keeps scanning the crowd for warriors out to get him and for Jungkook. Truly, he might need to excuse himself to the toiletries soon for his stomach keeps twisting in nervousness.
He sees the Queen then. She is hurrying over the courtyard with a man by her side. His face is shielded from his vision, but he can see that she is holding his hand. Seokjin gulps. He can’t explain it, but he feels uncomfortably nervous all of a sudden. Anxious even.
“Hello.”
One of the freed Ravens drags his attention away. He sits down in front of him and presents his bared chest to him.
“You have no idea for how many years I dreamt of ridding myself of this cursed mark”, he says.
“Oh, I know how you feel”, Seokjin says and begins spreading the purple cream on the man’s chest, “what’s your name?”
“Bartholomew.”
Seokjin gasps, looking at him with widened eyes.
“Bartholomew?”
He laughs, “you didn’t recognize me, did you? I blame the good food in the castle. I eat wonderfully these days”, he says and slaps his belly as a happy laugh shakes his shoulders.
“I didn’t recognize you. You look so healthy”, Seokjin says and bites back tears, “I can’t believe my eyes. You survived.”
“As did you, sweet boy”, Bartholomew says and caresses Seokjin’s cheek, “you look healthy, my boy.”
“I am. I am so healthy and I’m in love”, Seokjin says, sending his love a chaste look.
Bartholomew smiles, “this is good. Yes, love makes the life sweet. I’m in love as well. His name is Derrec. He’s a weaver in town and we met as I shopped for fabrics.”
“This is so wonderful. Oh, I am so happy for you”, Seokjin says and pulls his hand back, “you can go to my love and she will activate the magic. Your mark will be gone once you wipe the cream.”
“Oh, I can’t believe that I can still witness this day”, Bartholomew says and stands up from his chair.
“Bartholomew?” Seokjin calls his attention one last time.
“Yes, Seokjin?”
“Did you…” gulps in nervousness, “did Jungkook come here?”
“Jungkook?” Bartholomew says and widens his eyes, “my sweet boy, you do not know yet?”
“Know what?” Seokjin jumps off his chair, “what happened to him? P-please what happened?”
Bartholomew shifts his eyes to his side. Seokjin follows his line of sight and feels hit in shock.
The Queen is before him and the man holding her hand is Jungkook.
“Brother”, he presses out as his eyes fill with tears.
“Brother”, Seokjin gets out and sobs, “are you real?”
Jungkook nods his head vigorously and sobs.
“Jungkook….”
“Seokjin….”
Seokjin rounds the table, Jungkook breaks away from his fiancée. They fall into each other’s arms, crying miserably as they tighten the hug as best as their bodies allow it. Seokjin forgets all about the cream on his fingers, smearing it into Jungkook’s hair as he holds his little brother closer. Jungkook doesn’t care about the state of his hair as he sobs into the crook of Seokjin’s neck and cradles the back of his older brother’s head.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for everything I said that night. I’m so sorry”, Jungkook wails.
“It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m not angry. Oh, I’m sorry for leaving you. I’m so sorry, I never should have left”, Seokjin cries.
“It’s okay. I’m not angry at you. Not anymore. Seokjin”, Jungkook sobs and pulls him closer, “oh Seokjin, you’re real. I love you so much.”
“I love you too. Oh Jungkook, my brother”, Seokjin sobs and turns his head to kiss Jungkook’s ear. It is the first thing his lips grazed and Jungkook leans into the kiss as a sob and laugh leaves him at the same time. Seokjin laughs with him just as much as he sobs.
All his worries turned out to be exactly that. Worries. Jungkook is alive. He is well. He is free. And he is finally by his side again. Seokjin has his little brother back.
He has to take a step back and cradle Jungkook’s face. The latter leans into the touch. His face is contorted in sobs, but the happiness practically bounces off of him. Seokjin mirrors his state, rubbing his thumbs over Jungkook’s teary cheeks over and over again.
“You’re real”, he gets out, “and you look so healthy. Oh Jungkook, you look so healthy.”
“You look healthy too”, Jungkook answers him, cupping his cheeks, “brother, your cheeks are actually soft. Not fallen in from hunger.”
“As are yours”, Seokjin squishes Jungkook’s cheeks, “are you eating well? Are you warm? Can you sleep in peace?”
Jungkook nods his head vigorously, “yes, yes. Yes to everything. And you? Are you living well?”
“Yes, oh yes I am.”
Jungkook whimpers and smiles, spilling tears.
“I’m so happy”, he confesses in a squeaky voice.
“Me too. Come here”, Seokjin says and pulls him back into a tight hug.
Jungkook squeaks in laughter, hugging him back. The two men stumble as they hug, painting a little circle with their feet as if they were dancing. Their bodies were filled with too much happiness. Only moving around could help them relieve it. 
It is Jungkook who breaks the hug, holding Seokjin’s cheeks.
“Did you become a healer? Is that your destiny?”
“Yes. Yes it is. Oh Jungkook, I am so happy and I’m in love.”
Jungkook’s eyes lighten up, “you are?”
“Yes. Jungkook, please meet my love”, Seokjin says and turns his little brother to his love. He tells him her name and Jungkook repeats it with a smile.
“I know you. My fiancée talks greatly about you and I truly love your bathing oils when the sickness season arrives”, Jungkook says, bowing his head at her.
“Oh thank-”
“Your fiancée?!” Seokjin falls into her words accidentally for Jungkook’s confession shocked him greatly, “you found love as well? Who is she?”
“That would be me”, the Queen says and for just a moment, Seokjin feels unable to speak. He gawks at the Queen, knowing that it was rude to do so, but he couldn’t help himself. 
“What?” he gets out and parts his lips.
The Queen smiles fondly, while Jungkook lets out a giddy giggle.
“Yes, you heard correctly. We are soon to be married”, he says and hugs her waist as he squishes his cheek against hers, “she asked me to be her husband a month ago and I said yes. We ought to marry in autumn, but don’t spread the news yet. We want to announce it soon.” 
“I do not know what to say. Jungkook”, Seokjin steps closer, “my dearest Jungkook, you are engaged and, and. And you’re marrying the Queen?!”
“Yes. Yes, I am”, Jungkook giggles.
“Oh Jungkook”, Seokjin tears up, “I am so happy for you.”
“Don’t cry”, Jungkook says even if his own eyes are glassy. He lets go of the Queen to take Seokjin’s hands instead, “it was you who made it possible. If you hadn’t left that night, I never would have left as well and I never would have found my destiny.”
“What do you say? I barely did anything.”
Jungkook shakes his head, “I volunteered to leave because I wanted to find you”, he confesses and tears up, “I was frightened without you, I regretted our last night together and I was scared that I would never see you again, so I volunteered to be the next to leave so I could look for you. I am sorry that I never found you.”
“Jungkook….”
“Seokjin”, Jungkook breathes.
“Oh my little one”, Seokjin says and cradles Jungkook’s cheeks. Jungkook leans into his touch with sparkly, half-lidded eyes, “you do not apologize to me. Please, allow me to get rid of your mark. It is the least I can do to repent for leaving you that night.”
“I dreamt of this day. I dreamt of ridding myself of the mark”, Jungkook confesses. 
“And it will become reality soon. Sit. Sit right here and I will free you.” 
Jungkook allows Seokjin to sit him down on a chair and because it was Jungkook, Seokjin sits him down on his chair behind the table. He prepares the cream while Jungkook unbuttons his expensive tunic. 
The Queen is by his side, caressing his shoulder. Jungkook places his hand over hers’, looking at Seokjin with his chest bare.
“Are you nervous?”
“No. I can’t wait for it.”
“It will become very warm. Hot almost.”
Jungkook squeezes the Queen’s hand, “I can take it”, he says with a smile. 
Seokjin moves his fingers closer to Jungkook’s chest. He is trembling. Jungkook meets his eyes 
“Are you nervous?” he asks Seokjin.
“I am.”
“Why?”
“I am frightened that it won’t work all of a sudden.”
“I am certain that it will”, the Queen throws in with warmth in her eyes.
“Yes, me too”, Jungkook agrees and smiles, “I trust in your abilities and that of your love”, he says and looks at the healer with a smile.
One she retorts. Work at the table has stopped ever since Jungkook arrived here. Everyone understood. Not only because Jungkook was soon to be Queen Consort and therefore important, but also because the emotional reunion between two separated brothers moved many Ravens to tears. They shared their emotions well. Some knew exactly how such a reunion feels like, while others still wished for the experience. 
The Ravens closest to the table are watching as Seokjin spreads the purple cream on Jungkook’s chest. 
“It is done”, he says and turns to his partner, “my world, may you do the rest, please?”
“Of course”, she says and stands up. She bends down in front of Jungkook, meeting his eyes. 
Jungkook spots warmth and comfort in her eyes. He understands why Seokjin loves her, because goodness surrounds her. Seokjin has always had a good heart, of course he would fall for someone with a kind heart. 
“May I?” she asks.
Jungkook turns his head to look at his fiancée. She smiles, squeezing his shoulder gently. Jungkook retorts her smile and looks back at the healer.
“Yes.”
With his consent, she hovers her hands over his chest and whispers ancient words of healing. The cream begins heating up on his chest. 
“Oh?” he lets out, furrowing his brows in surprise.
“Is it bearable? It will still get hotter”, she makes sure.
“Yes, it’s just really warm”, Jungkook says and shifts. The Queen gives his shoulder little caresses of encouragement, “oh. Oh, it’s getting very warm. Oh, it feels really hot.”
“You are almost done”, Seokjin says and holds his hand, “you are very brave.”
Jungkook forgets all about the discomfort and looks at Seokjin. The familiarity of those words. It tightens his throat in emotion. Seokjin said them to him countless times before when they were children and Jungkook needed comfort. When he woke after a nightmare about his dead parents and cried in Seokjin’s arms, he always whispered them to him. When he hid and sobbed after a punishment, Seokjin always found him and said them to him as he mended his wounds. When the Black Forest shook his body in fear and the two boys stayed with each other for support, Seokjin repeated them like a mantra until the monsters didn’t feel so scary anymore. They fell often between the two boys and yet they never lost their meaning. Jungkook missed hearing them and in this moment he feels as if he could do anything.
“It is done.”
“Really? Already?” 
Seokjin nods his head.
Jungkook looks at the piece of cloth Seokjin offers him.
“Wipe the cream away.”
Jungkook slips his hand from the Queen’s loving hold and accepts the cloth. He looks at his own chest as best as possible and wipes at the cream. It is an easy task to remove it.
“No”, Jungkook gasps, tearing up, “the mark is gone”, he whispers and looks at Seokjin, “it is gone”, he gets out and looks at the Queen, “my mark is gone!”
“Truly?” she gasps and rounds him so she could look at his chest, “Jungkook”, she chokes out and cups his cheeks. She spills tears, “your mark is gone.”
“It is gone”, he repeats and cups her face. He stands up and pulls her into a kiss.
Seokjin turns away for now, wanting to be respectful. He closes in on his own love and rests his chin on her shoulder, hugging her waist gently. She rubs her hand up and down his lower back, resting her head against his’.
“We are doing something good here”, he whispers.
“We are”, she agrees and turns her head to give his lips a chaste kiss, “are you happy?”
“Yes”, Seokjin smiles a soft smile. The kind which lifts his cheeks, “I found Jungkook.”
“I know. I am so happy for you that I feel like crying.”
“Seokjin”, Jungkook interrupts their moment, “my mark is gone!”
Seokjin breaks away from his love and looks at Jungkook. The younger man is smiling brightly, bouncing on the spot.
“I know. How do you feel?”
“Free. I feel finally truly free.”
“You are.”
Jungkook laughs and falls around Seokjin’s neck, “we are free.”
“We are. We are free”, Seokjin agrees and hugs his little brother.
“You will all be free soon”, the Queen says to the waiting Ravens, “now come my friends and get your marks removed. We held up your freedom for too long.”
“We didn’t mind, my Queen!” one of the Ravens screams from the back. The others agree with nods of their heads and smiles on their faces.
The Queen claims the chair Seokjin sat in before and picks up the bowl of purple cream.
“Come now, come”, she calls the next Raven to the table.
“My Queen?” he seems confused, but she merely smiles at him.
“I am certain that Seokjin and Jungkook have lots of catching up to do”, she says, grinning at Seokjin and her fiance.
Jungkook nods his head, while Seokjin looks at her shyly.
“I will take over for Seokjin so he can talk to my starlight”, she explains and points at the chair opposite of her, “now sit down and receive your true freedom.”
“Yes, my Queen. Oh, I feel honoured”, he says with a giggle, “I am helped by the Queen. I will tell my Mahryon about it.”
“Yes? How is the sweet woman?”
“Same old, same old. She started…”
Their conversation dies out in their ears as Jungkook turns Seokjin to the healer.
“Can I steal him away?” he asks her.
“Of course. You two have lots of catching up to do.”
“Are you certain? I do not want to burden you”, Seokjin makes sure.
“I am certain. Go, my beloved. I have my friend helping me”, she says.
“Thank you so much”, he says and kisses her lips, “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“I promise to return him by nightfall”, Jungkook jokes, making her laugh.
She rubs his arm sisterly, “I am certain you will.”
He gives her one last grin then turns to Seokjin.
“Do you want to see my rooms?”
“Of course I do.”
“Come, follow me.”
The Queen and the healer watch as the two men hurry over the courtyard. They managed around half of the way when they watch Seokjin take Jungkook into a gentle headlock, which the younger man fights off with gentle punches into Seokjin’s side. The two men continue to stumble to the castle as they playfight each other. It is as if no time had passed between them.
“I am happy that they found each other again”, the Queen says.
“Yes, me too. Brighter days will be on the horizon for them.”
“Indeed, there will be.”
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Jungkook turns, holding the golden door knob between his fingers. Seokjin is looking at him after having scanned the hallways. The castle hasn’t changed since the last time he was here. At least not what the eye can see, the heart can sense times of love in those hallways. Jungkook and his love must have filled them up day by day.
“Welcome to my chambers”, Jungkook says and opens the door. He steps inside the room. Seokjin follows, letting out gasps of utter bafflement. 
Jungkook closes the door and bounces as he rounds Seokjin.
“And? What do you think?” 
Seokjin doesn’t know where to look first. Jungkook’s room looks like a golden dream of riches and wealth. The stone walls were covered in oil paintings and hand-woven tapestry. One even showed Jungkook’s portrait in warm colours. Golden thread framed the portrait in shapes of ornamental flowers and leaves. The otherwise cold stone floors were covered in thick hand knotted carpets all held in shades of red, green and gold and warm furs truly managed to keep the cold from meeting the feet. Thick curtains framed the windows and the same fabric - it looked expensive - also served as curtains for Jungkook’s bed.
The bed was of impressive size. Made from the sturdiest of wood and with a canopy. Countless pillows covered the head end of the bed and a warm blanket was placed neatly over the mattress for later use. 
“I don’t know what to say. This is….”
“Do you like them? These are my chambers. I spend some time here, but I must confess that I spend more time in my fiancée’s room”, Jungkook explains and giggles, “I love to hold her as we fall asleep.”
“I understand you so well. I love to hold mine as well”, Seokjin says and continues to scan the room, “I can’t believe my own eyes…”
There is a fireplace in one corner of the room. A red chaise lounge asks to be used right in front of it and a small side table made of sturdy wood offers jugs of wines and meads. In another corner, a working table offered heaps of books and stacks of drawings. Jungkook seems to use it for art and studying. Sturdy bookcases were filled with books, art supplies and expensive trinkets and in handmade wall mount, Jungkook’s swords were presented.
“Do you like it? You are so quiet”, Jungkook asks, fumbling nervously.
“Because I am lost for words. All of this…it looks so…so expensive.” 
“It is. I think. She doesn’t tell me how much she spends on me”, Jungkook shies away, “I think it’s a lot.” 
Seokjin meets his eyes. Jungkook’s cheeks are flushed. Seokjin smiles.
“Good. You deserve all the riches in the world.” 
“Oh, uhm”, Jungkook flusters. He clears his throat, “I want to show you more. Look what I have.” 
Seokjin follows him past some sturdy curtains of red fabric into a spacious bathing room.
“This is bigger than both our bedroom and bathing room together”, Seokjin gasps, widening his eyes.
“It is so big, isn’t it?” Jungkook agrees with a laugh, “and look. In all these shelves I store my jewellery. She always gets me stuff, even though I never ask for them. I don’t store my clothing here because I have my own room for them and Bartholomew tells me that it is important to keep fabrics away from moist bathing air because of mould, but I like to keep my jewellery here because then I can come here and look at them.”
“This is just….wow…”
“Then over here is where I take care of my skin”, Jungkook says and sits down in front of his mirror table. He mimics applying cream on his face, pouting for it, “like this. And then I go like this and pat it in”, he says, slapping his own cheeks gently, “and then one of my servants brushes my hair or I have my love brush my hair. I really like it when she does that.”
Jungkook stands up and hurries to his bathing room chaise lounge. He lies down on it, stretching out his legs. 
“This is where I lie when I do a facial pack and someone massages my feet”, he sits up, “did you know that all of your body’s zones are connected to your feet and that by regularly massaging them, you become healthier?”
“I did. I learned about it during my apprenticeship”, Seokjin says.
“Isn’t it remarkable?” 
“It is”, Seokjin says and looks at the bathtub, “you even have a tub. You truly have everything, haven’t you?” 
“Ah yes, this is my tub”, Jungkook says, scrambling to his feet. He runs to it and slaps his hand on its edge. It makes a metal sound of impact, “I take baths with my love in here. We love to use your bathing oils.” 
“You do?”
Jungkook nods his head excitedly, “my favourites are vanilla and wolf lily. I think they smell really nice.”
“Thank you”, Seokjin says and lowers his head as he studies the bathtub. He strokes his hand over the edge.
Jungkook gnaws on his lower lip nervously, taking a small step closer.
“Do you not like it?” he asks quietly.
“No, no it’s not that”, Seokjin says, shaking his head.
“But?”
“I always wanted to have a bathtub.”
“Do you not possess one?” Jungkook gasps.
“No. Well, at least not yet. We are trying to save up as much as possible, but a good bathtub is expensive these days. We want one in which we both fit.” 
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Jungkook says and takes Seokjin’s hands so he can sway them excitedly, “I can buy you whatever bathtub you wish for.” 
“What? No”, Seokjin shakes his head, “no, you don’t have to do this.”
“I want to.”
“No, Jungkook no. This, this”, Seokjin exhales sharply, “these are your riches. I do not want to rob you of them.” 
“Rob me?” Jungkook snickers, “you could never rob me. You’re my brother”, he smiles sweetly.
Seokjin feels his heart warm at the sight.
“And I want you to possess the grandest, most luxurious bathtub in the whole Queendom. No”, he grins, “the whole continent.” 
Seokjin smiles, letting out a breathy chuckle of fondness. Jungkook snickers, scrunching his nose.
“Sooo? What say you?” he asks, nudging Seokjin’s chest as he wiggles his brows.
“You won’t accept a No either way, will you?” 
Jungkook shakes his head, smiling with his eyes so brightly, they sparkle.
“Fine”, Seokjin gives in, “fine, I’ll allow you. By Frenya, how should I bring the news to my love?”
“Tell her that your little brother wants to treat you”, Jungkook says and leads Seokjin out of the bathing room with an arm around his shoulder, “and that I find great happiness in the thought that I can make it possible that you and her share warm baths.”
“Oh Jungkook”, Seokjin says and sighs, “you truly grew up so much. Look at you and, and look at this room.” They are in Jungkook’s bed chambers again. It still feels like a dream of riches to Seokjin. “You deserve all of this. Yes, every single treasure in this room.” 
Jungkook leans his head on Seokjin’s shoulder, “thank you. Oh my brother, you’re so…” he turns and hugs Seokjin, “…I missed you so much.” 
“I missed you too, little one”, Seokjin says and rubs Jungkook’s back, “now I have to ask. Can you show me your clothing room?”
“You want to see?” Jungkook looks at him excitedly, “I didn’t know if I should ask, because I don’t want to seem as if I am boasting.”
“You aren’t. Please. Show me where you store your clothes.” 
“Okay, so follow me”, Jungkook says and skips to the door.
Seokjin follows him with a fond smile on his lips.
“You will really like the room. It has a mirror and a seat to relax on. Also, so many clothes”, Jungkook tells him excitedly.
“You never struck me as a clothing person.”
“I’m not. I’m really not, but my love likes to dress me up”, Jungkook says and giggles, “she always gets me the latest fashion and compliments me when I wear it, so I really like it that she does. And Bartholomew always makes me clothes in black. I really love black.”
“I know. You always did. It fits your skin tone so well.”
“Yes, I agree”, Jungkook says and opens the door next to his chambers, “now don’t judge me, but it is a little messy in here, because I needed to pick out an outfit for today. I didn’t have time to put my clothes away yet.” 
“Do not worry. I don’t judge.”
“Yes, well then. Come in”, Jungkook says and leads Seokjin inside.
“Jungkook, by Frenya”, Seokjin gasps, widening his eyes as the beauty of the room overwhelms him.
It is smaller than Jungkook’s bedroom and its walls are covered in ceiling high wardrobes all bursting in the finest of clothes. On one wall, more jewellery is presented and on the lower racks, Jungkook stores his shoes.
“It is unbelievable, isn’t it?” Jungkook says and laughs, “I always have to pinch myself when I realise what life I am living these days.”
“Understandable. You are living in dreams.” 
“Yes, I really am. Oh, I love it here so much”, Jungkook says as he is busy clearing the seat of his clothes.
“It is such an improvement to the Black Forest, isn’t it?” Seokjin asks.
Jungkook laughs, “yeah”, he agrees with a nod of his head, “it truly is”, he says and looks at himself in the mirror, “and now we are actually free of the mark”, he meets Seokjin’s eyes in the reflection, “aren’t we?”
“We are”, Seokjin says and smiles.
Jungkook retorts it, closing the distance between him and the mirror afterwards. He stops in front of it and opens his tunic. Seokjin watches him. Jungkook traces his chest. His fingers still know which paths to take to replicate the tattoo. His skin is unmarked however. Sunkissed and velvety just like the rest of his body and finally unmarked.
“It is truly gone”, Jungkook whispers.
“It feels unbelievable, doesn’t it?”
Jungkook nods his head.
“I know. I spent the first few days after the removal staring at my chest in disbelief.” 
“I will do the same. I cannot fathom that it is really gone”, Jungkook says and does a little twirl so he could sit down on the two-seater. He lets out a heavy sigh.
Seokjin sits down next to him, looking at him. He can sense that the emotion in the room changed, he can see it on Jungkook’s features as well.
“Do you remember how it felt?” Jungkook asks. 
“The removal?”
“No. Getting the tattoo.”
“Ah. Yes, I remember.”
“I wanted him to stop.”
“I know. I did too.”
“But he said that I had to keep going because I needed to be strong and make him proud. I wanted to make him proud.”
Seokjin studies the regret on Jungkook’s features.
“You were five of age and lost your parents. Of course you wanted to make him proud”, he says because he knows that Jungkook blames himself right now, “he was the adult taking up the role of a parent for your young mind, so do not blame yourself.”
Jungkook looks at Seokjin as if he hadn’t expected to hear such words of comfort and understanding. 
“Do not feel ashamed of it. Instead feel anger at Rafkan for giving you such a nightmarish parental figure to lean on.”
“It is hard not to feel shame. I never should have seen him as my father.”
“I know. It is easy to blame yourself, but don’t. You were a child. Every child needs parents. Do not blame your young heart for doing what every young heart would have done.”
Jungkook nods his head in understanding.
“I try not to think about everything he did for too long”, he confesses.
“Why?”
“It makes me feel helpless.”
“Helpless?”
“Yes. Helpless. Helpless because I feel so many emotions at once and it is as if I am drowning because not one of the emotions is good.”
“I understand how you feel. I felt the same as you and sometimes when the day is darker, those feelings return. I cannot tell you a cure to the helplessness because time healed me more than anything else, however I can offer you my shoulder to lean on.”
Jungkook leans in, resting his head on Seokjin’s shoulder just like he did a million times before. There were many nights in the Raven camps where Jungkook fell asleep with his head on Seokjin’s shoulder, while the older brother watched over him. The days after such nights were exhausting for Seokjin, but he never showed his tiredness to Jungkook even if Jungkook already knew. He felt guilty whenever it happened, but life back then exhausted him so much that oftentimes he didn’t realize that it was happening. 
Jungkook doesn’t feel guilty right now. He feels tranquil. His eyes are closed and his heart beats at a normal pace. Seokjin rests his head against Jungkook’s.
“You can always talk to me about what plagues you, Jungkook”, he speaks quietly, “I managed to heal as much as I did these days because I had my love listening to me. Does the Queen listen to your griefs?”
“She does. She helped me heal a lot, but I think….” Jungkook takes a shaky breath, “I think that there is still a lot to do. I feel so happy, but sometimes the memories come back. I think about everything he did and said and I look at them in a new light now that my mind is cleared of his lies and I get so inexplicably angry. Then I get sad. Heartbroken. And helpless. Does this happen to you? Are you sometimes doing something which brings you joy when suddenly the memories come back again?”
“Of course. This is how one heals from traumatic events.”
“Really? So I am not broken?”
“Of course you aren’t broken. You are doing everything right.”
Jungkook shakes his head, “I feel as if I could do more.”
“You are doing everything right. You are healing at the perfect speed.”
Jungkook inhales and it sounds steady.
Jungkook exhales and it sounds relieved.
“I missed you so much”, he whispers and throws his hand over his own eyes. 
Seokjin kisses the crown of Jungkook’s head.
“I missed you too.”
“You always know what to say.”
“I try to at least.”
Jungkook laughs. Seokjin laughs as well. Jungkook lifts his head and meets Seokjin’s eyes. Seokjin cups his cheek and wipes his tears. 
“I love you so much”, Jungkook whispers.
“And I love you, my little one”, Seokjin whispers and smiles.
Jungkook retorts it, “I feel as if all I do is cry. I promise I am not like this on normal days.”
Seokjin laughs, “you do not have to explain yourself. We are all humans with emotions. Today is an emotional day.”
Jungkook studies Seokjin’s features. He always knew that his big brother was wise and knowledgeable beyond his age even if he oftentimes hid his wisdom behind silly jokes. Jungkook could always rely on Seokjin and his words of wisdom were perhaps the reason why the Queen spotted goodness in his eyes all those months ago. Jungkook is certain that if he didn’t have Seokjin by his side, comforting him and guiding him secretly when Rafkan wasn’t looking, he would have become as rotten as some other devoted Ravens. It was Seokjin’s guidance and love which kept the goodness in Jungkook’s heart. He is certain of it. 
“I want to show you something”, Jungkook says.
“Yes? Show me.”
“We have to get to the woods for it. I know the way”, Jungkook says and stands up, “follow me.”
And so the two men hurry through the castle until they reached the courtyard again. The sun has travelled quite some distance on the sky as the two men chatted in Jungkook’s room. Their loves are talking to each other. Seokjin and Jungkook pay them a visit before they leave.
“I want to show Seokjin the Life Oak”, Jungkook says.
“Oh yes, please do”, the Queen says and smiles, “you will find great healing in this place, Seokjin.”
“I, uhm”, Seokjin doesn’t quite know what to say because it is still unbelievable to him that he is talking casually with the Queen. Yes, he did so before when he was her guest back then, but this is different. He is a free man and her people and his well-mannered heart tells him to speak respectfully. 
“Have fun, you two”, his love tells him and gives his hand a little kiss, “try not to stumble over roots. The tree fairies are especially naughty around the Life Oak.”
The Queen giggles, leaning into her friend, “indeed they are. Oh, how wonderful.”
The healer snickers, sharing in her laughter by touching her knee.
Jungkook and Seokjin soon bid their goodbyes with smiles on their faces, kissing their destinies on their lips because they loved them. 
“I still cannot fathom that you are to marry the Queen”, Seokjin says as he and Jungkook hurry to the gate leading to the woods.
“Me neither. I feel so lucky. She is too good to me”, Jungkook says and sighs dreamily, “I love her so much.”
Seokjin smiles, “it feels good to be in love, doesn’t it?”
“Yes. Oh yes, it does. My heart races all the time, I feel warm all over and when I listen to her talk, my tummy flutters.”
“I understand you. I feel the same with mine”, Seokjin says and sighs, “she is the most wonderful person. The first thing she taught me was how to read and write.”
“Yes? Oh, this is exciting. So you can read as well?”
“You too?”
Jungkook nods his head, “my love taught me. It was very difficult at first, but she told me that I learned insanely fast.”
“Of course you did. You are such a fast learner and you are good at everything.”
“That isn’t correct. I hate maths.”
Seokjin laughs. Jungkook joins him.
“I hate it as well. Frustrating business indeed.”
“Yes”, Jungkook agrees in snickers.
Seokjin retorts them. Their eyes meet seconds later. There is a certain emotion in the air. One which makes both men shy away. Jungkook is brave enough to break the silence.
“Did”, he begins, “did your love also teach you what…what bodies can do?”
“Maybe”, Seokjin confesses and blushes.
“Mine did too”, Jungkook confesses with his cheeks just as flushed.
“Really?”
“Yes.”
The two men giggle in coyness, drawing closer as they share in the naughty secret. 
“It feels good, doesn’t it?” Jungkook asks in a whisper.
“It does”, Seokjin whispers and covers his own eyes, “this is so embarrassing to talk about. Oh by Frenya.”
“Yes”, Jungkook agrees and covers his own ears as he scrunches his nose, “we’re such men these days.”
“Oh Jungkook, will you stop”, Seokjin whines and slaps his arm gently, “you are making me burn up.”
Jungkook giggles, burning up himself.
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Jungkook knows the way to the Life Oak like he knows his way to the courtyard. He walks the paths regularly, finding healing in nature and the quiet of the forest. Seokjin feels the powers as well. Ever since he set foot into the dense forest, breathing feels easier to do.
It takes the young men around thirty minutes to reach their destiny. They spend the time greatly, talking and joking with each other every passing second. There wasn’t a second of silence between them as new stories of their lives came to their minds over and over again.
They grew silent however once they reached the clearing where the Life Oak fills the space with her presence. It happened naturally that the two men became silent. As if the Life Oak makes one do so.
“This is it”, Jungkook says quietly and closes the distance to the oak tree.
“This is it?” Seokjin whispers and steps closer to the oak, “it is…so tall. And beautiful. Why is it bleeding black…substance?”
“It’s not hurting. Not right now. Those are marks that She is happy. That She is crying tears of joy because Her earth is healthy.” 
“Her earth?”
Jungkook nods his head, “touch Her.”
Seokjin places his hand on the oak tree’s trunk, flinching back in shock.
“What?” he gasps, touching it again, “what is that? Why can I….I-I feel a heartbeat.”
“Yes”, Jungkook says and places his hand next to Seokjin’s, “this tree is life itself. She gives this Queendom nourishment and makes it live. She can talk to every plant, animal and nature itself through Her roots.”
“This is”, Seokjin blinks his tears away, “I don’t know what is happening”, he says and wipes his eyes, “oh by Frenya, why am I crying?
“It is okay to cry. I cried the first time as well”, Jungkook assures him, rubbing his upper arm gently, “it is overwhelming to touch life itself. Don’t hide it and let it happen.”
Seokjin sobs softly, lowering his face into his own palm. Jungkook touches his shoulder in comfort, rubbing small circles with his thumb.
“I am not sad. I just haven’t felt like this before”, he explains.
“This is normal, let it happen. Give Her a hug if you want to”, he tells him and because Seokjin is overwhelmed in life, he does. 
He hugs the ancient tree and he sobs as he does. His arms barely take up space on the thick trunk, but Seokjin still feels cradled. As if his mother was holding him and rocking him to sleep. The oak tree sings to him just like his mother would in the rustling of its leaves and croaking of its branches. 
“This is life itself, Jungkook. It has a pulse as if it was alive”, Seokjin gets out, “and, and it feels as if…as if…I can’t describe it.”
“As if you are hugged by your mother”, Jungkook says.
“Yes. Oh Jungkook, I miss my mother”, Seokjin sobs. 
“I miss my mother too”, Jungkook says and whimpers, “oh Seokjin, come here”, he chokes out and hugs his brother from behind, caging him in between the tree and his body. 
He rubs his hand up and down Seokjin’s tummy, resting his chin on Seokjin’s shoulder. 
“I’m here. You aren’t alone.”
And as they cry for their lost mothers, the Life Oak cradles them like Her sons, swaying Her branches and filling their hearts with new hope. Their mothers might have left the earth already, but She will always be there for them and in Her, their mothers will live on eternally. For every life form, no matter how small, will find its place in Her endless roots, Her never rotting foliage and Her countless branches. So in a way, as the two men hug Her for comfort, they are hugging their mothers.
“We still have each other”, Jungkook comforts him. 
“We do. Oh Jungkook, thank you for showing me this place. I haven’t felt such a hug in years”, Seokjin says and turns to cradle Jungkook’s cheeks, “it felt as if my mother was holding me.
“I know. She is beautiful, isn’t She? I come here and talk to Her often, I hug Her and find comfort in Her. I believe that our mothers are continuing to live through Her.” 
“I love this thought ”, Seokjin meets Jungkook’s warm gaze, “it is so beautiful and I can feel my mother. We can feel them, Jungkook.”
“We can”, Jungkook says and hugs him.
Seokjin hugs him back, combing his fingers through his hair.
“Thank you. Thank you for showing me this place”, he whispers.
“There is so much more to show you”, Jungkook whispers.
“There is?”
“Do you want to see?”
“Yes. Yes, of course I do. Oh Jungkook, please show me everything in your life.”
Jungkook steps back and gives Seokjin a loving smile before turning his back to him. He takes a deep breath and calls into the silence. Seokjin watches him with parted lips. 
Jungkook finishes his calls with a content sigh and his eyes glancing at Seokjin bashfully.
“What did you do?” Seokjin asks him.
“I called for them.”
“For who?”
The forest grumbles and cracks. The small trees and thick shrubs begin dancing. Seokjin inches closer to Jungkook in fear.
“Someone is coming”, he whispers.
“I know. It’s them.”
“Them?”
Woltron steps out of the shadows. His pack follows. They build a circle around Jungkook and Seokjin, growling deeply.
“What is that? Jungkook, we need to flee”, Seokjin gasps and tries to tug Jungkook away.
Jungkook stumbles and laughs, tugging Seokjin back.
“Don’t be frightened. They’re my friends.”
“Your friends? Jungkook, this is Woltron and His pack, he will eat us.”
“No, he won’t. Look”, Jungkook says and slips out of Seokjin’s tight grasp to walk to Woltron.
“Jungkook. No”, Seokjin gasps, reaching for him but grabbing air. He has to watch with horror as Jungkook places his hand on Woltron’s nose, “I can’t watch this”, Seokjin chokes out and squeezes his eyes shut.
There is silence for a few seconds, then Jungkook speaks all of a sudden.
“Open your eyes.”
Seokjin follows even if he is scared.
“What?” he gasps.
Jungkook is sitting atop of Woltron, carrying a smile on his face.
“They’re my friends”, he says and taps Woltron’s shoulder, “Woltron, this is my big brother Seokjin.”
Woltron closes the distance between him and Seokjin. Seokjin tries to stumble back, but collides with the nose of another wolf.
“Forgive me!” he squeaks and jumps away, which makes him collide with Woltron’s nose, “ah! Forgive me! Please, don’t eat me!”
Jungkook laughs, “calm down, brother. They don’t want to eat you. Take a deep breath and look into Woltron’s eyes.”
“But-”
“Trust me.”
Seokjin studies Jungkook’s features.
“Trust me”, the younger man repeats and smiles.
It gives Seokjin enough strength that he takes a deep breath and then meets Woltron’s piercing gaze. The wolf growls deeply, keeping Seokjin hostage. Seokjin trembles and shakes, forgetting all about breathing until Woltron breaks eye contact. The wolf lets out a low grumble and lifts his head. He turns his side to Seokjin.
“See? You’re their friend now as well”, Jungkook says.
“What? What do you mean?”
“Woltron and his pack are old gods. They have been on this continent long before humans lived on the lands. Woltron can look into people’s hearts and see their truest truth in them. He accepted you in His pack, which means your heart is good.”
“Good?” Seokjin gasps, “and if it wasn’t good? What would he have done then?”
“It doesn’t matter. I wanted to show you this place and introduce you to Him because I knew you were good. I also passed their test when I first came here and I only passed it because I had you secretly guiding me. You kept the good in my heart, so I knew that you would pass.”
“But if I hadn’t?”
Jungkook shakes his head, “this never would have happened, but if you hadn’t then Woltron would have eaten you.”
“What?!” Seokjin squeaks, “and you didn’t tell me? Jungkook, how dare you?!”
Jungkook snickers, “I didn’t tell you because I knew that you would have been way too scared. Now climb onto Eudora’s back and let me show you one last thing.”
“You are such a trickster. You didn’t change one bit”, Seokjin murmurs and turns his back to him.
The wolf whose nose he accidentally collided with, lowers herself so Seokjin could climb onto her back.
“Hello Eudora, will you bite me?” Seokjin says quietly, taking cautious steps closer.
Eudora stays quiet, watching Seokjin with half-lidded eyes. Her eyes are emerald green just like Woltron’s.
“She won’t bite. Trust Her”, Jungkook assures him.
“Don’t talk to me. I don’t trust you anymore”, Seokjin jokes, making Jungkook laugh, “okay, I am doing it. I am getting on your back, yes?”
Eudora stays still and allows Seokjin to climb on top. Once he is safely on top, she stands up, forcing Seokjin to squeak and twist bundles of her fur.
“This is so scary”, he squeals, “I’m sorry, oh heavens, eek.”
“Calm down, you are tugging her fur”, Jungkook laughs and reaches over to caress his shoulder, “don’t be too scared. You know how to ride a horse, don’t you?”
“Yes, but this is insanity. We are on top of gigantic wolves.”
“They’re such better runners. Ready?”
“What? Runners? Jungkook, what are you planning to do?”
“I will show you my favourite place.”
“What do you mean runners? Jungkook, talk to me”, Seokjin asks nervously.
“The wolves will bring us. Don’t worry, it will feel as if you are flying”, Jungkook assures him and pets Woltron’s back, “can you takes us to the plateau, Woltron?”
The wolf straightens his head and howls. His pack answers him.
“What is happening?” Seokjin yells over their howls, looking at Jungkook.
“Hold on tight”, he says.
“What? Eeek!” Seokjin squeals and falls to the front in a desperate attempt to hug Eudora as she takes off with her pack, “this is the scariest thing I have ever done!” he screeches while beside him, Jungkook squeals and squeaks in laughter.
He looks at his little brother and how happy he looks riding the giant wolf. His dark hair catches the wind, his clothes dance in it and his face is crinkled in laughter.
“This is so much fun!” he calls out and looks at Seokjin, “sit up, trust me.”
“I hate this! Why are you doing this to me? Ju-Ju-Jungkook”, Seokjin screeches.
“Sit up, trust me”, Jungkook laughs.
Seokjin sits up even if his heart was racing in fear. The wind makes his eyes tear up instantly and messes up his hair. He feels it on his skin and smells the freedom in the air.
“This is insane! Jungkook you rascal, this is insane!”
“No, this is freedom”, Jungkook calls out and lets go of Woltron to stretch his arms far away from himself. He closes his eyes and laughs loudly. 
Seokjin looks at the wolf under him. Her fur is reflecting the sunlight, glowing like ambers in a fire. He barely feels her movements, except her shifting muscles under her thick fur. 
The wind is dancing around them. The world feels so vast. Seokjin doesn’t feel as if he will fall off. He lets go of her fur and stretches his arms from his own body. It feels as if he is lifting off the ground. Freedom, Jungkook called it. This is freedom.
“Hah!” Seokjin lets out and looks at Jungkook. He laughs, “I’m riding a wolf!”
“I know! Isn’t it so much fun?”
“Yes!”
Jungkook laughs and holds onto Woltron again as the wolf speeds up. Eudora follows, speeding up with Seokjin on her back. Seokjin squeaks in laughter, throwing his head back as the world passes him in blurs of colour.
The wolves take the two giggling men all the way up the Snowy Mountains. They climb the steep stones easily and while Seokjin screeched and clutched Eudora in fear, Jungkook laughed and assured him that nothing will happen to them. And he was right. Except for wobbly knees and his nerves stretched thin, Seokjin arrives atop the plateau unharmed. He slides off of Eudora, colliding with the ground as he catches his breath.
“Hey, are you alright?” Jungkook gasps, jumping off of Woltron’s back. He kneels down in front of Seokjin, touching his arms, “what’s the matter?”
“This was insanity. We just climbed a mountain”, Seokjin gets out and wheezes for air, “I think I might pass out. Did this actually happen?”
Jungkook chuckles and strokes his hand down the back of Seokjin’s head.
“You did well. I know the first time is really frightening. I thought I soiled my pants the first time my love took me here.”
“You did?” Seokjin gets out and lifts his head to look into Jungkook’s eyes.
“Yeah”, he snickers, nodding his head, “but I promise you that it is worth it.”
“I truly hope it is because I think that I might have shat myself right now.”
Jungkook laughs, “you are fine. Now come on, I need to show you”, he says and helps Seokjin to his feet.
“You will kill me one day, I am telling you. I’m too old for such adventures.”
“You are twenty and six of age, brother. You are not too old”, Jungkook laughs as he leads him to the edge of the plateau.
Seokjin stumbles back, squeezing Jungkook’s hands.
“Jungkook, you madman what are you doing?”
“Don’t be scared.”
“This is so high.”
“I know, but don’t be scared. Look. We still have five steps to take before it becomes dangerous.”
“You”, Seokjin exhales deeply, “you have always been fearless. No, I have to sit down.”
Jungkook laughs, joining him on the ground. He stretches out his legs while Seokjin sits with his legs crossed.
“You are okay, brother”, he assures him.
“I guess. Oh, you made my heart race”, Seokjin says and sighs deeply, “first you tell me that a wolf god could have eaten me, then you make me ride on top of one and climb a mountain and now this. Do you want to kill me? My heart is too weak for all of this.”
Jungkook snickers, giving Seokjin a small look before he lets his eyes drift at the view before them. The Queendom lies before their eyes. The Black Forest in the far distance, the Singing River reflecting the sunlight and the Nourishing Fields as green phantoms in the distance.
“But I must say this view makes up for it”, Seokjin says.
“Doesn’t it?” Jungkook agrees, “my love tells me that this is the whole of the Queendom and even more”, he says.
“It is?”
“Yes. Look, the green in the distance are the Nourishing Fields. The river over there is the Singing River. These are the forests of the Castle, the Life Oak and my home and back there in the distance is the Black Forest”, Jungkook explains, pointing at everything so Seokjin could see.
“Wow”, Seokjin whispers, “so this is everything.”
“Yes it is and when you look beyond the Black Forest in the really, really far distance you can see the Glass Mountains.”
“Glass Mountains?”
“Yes, Glass Mountains. They’re a foreign queendom. Their lakes are emerald coloured and all their valleys are filled with trees with ruby coloured foliage. Their Queen fell in love with her warrior and possesses healing magic”, Jungkook explains and looks at Seokjin, “like your love. She can heal with just a touch.”
“Oh. Oh, no. My love can’t heal with a touch. The queen of the Glass Mountains must be a Mender.”
“A Mender?”
“Yes, Mender. They posses magic in their blood, which they can use to heal all wounds and aches. My love needs potions and creams to heal.”
“I see. Menders. I didn’t know about them yet”, Jungkook says and sighs in contentment, “it is so wonderful to learn. We were kept so blind to the world, weren’t we?”
“We really were”, Seokjin agrees, “but we are free.”
Jungkook touches his own chest. Seokjin does the same to his’.
“We’re free”, Jungkook whispers and smiles, “and we can learn all the knowledge in the world.”
Seokjin does the same, “indeed we can.”
Jungkook lifts his hand, pointing at the Queendom.
“Where exactly is your home?”
“I don’t know. I have never seen the queendom this way”, he says, “but I think it has to be around there”, he says and points at a forest in the distance. The Singing River digs its path close to it and a small town neighbours it.
“In this town?” Jungkook asks.
“No, through this forest. There is a clearing next to the river and we have our cottage there. The forest is filled with tree fairies which like to play tricks by growing roots in front of your feet or dropping acorns on your head.”
“Really?” Jungkook snickers.
“Yes, really”, Seokjin chuckles.
“And have you ever encountered such a tree fairies before?” 
“Indeed I have. One dropped snow on my head in winter and another grew a branch directly in front my face. I swallowed leaves that day.” 
Jungkook laughs, leaning back as he does. Seokjin joins him. Their heartfelt laughter echoes through the whole queendom. At least it feels like that to them as they sit and overlook everything as the mountains play catch with their voices.
“Ah this is so funny”, Jungkook says and sighs.
“Indeed it is”, Seokjin agrees and exhales in contentment. 
The two men dance their eyes over the endless view. And while Seokjin tries to take in everything as best as possible, Jungkook studies the area where his brother lives. It isn’t that far from the castle. He will be able to visit his brother often and in return, Seokjin can visit him as well. Jungkook feels his heart flutter in happiness at the thought.
“A cottage”, Jungkook whispers and sways from side to side as complete contentment fills his chest, “is it a nice home?”
“It is the best home I could have ever wished for. We grow flowers and herbs for our healing potions and in the warmer months, our garden is filled with vegetables and fruit we can eat”, Seokjin explains excitedly, “and we have chickens. They lay so many eggs that we can always have fresh eggs for breakfast. The river is always filled with fresh fish and sometimes we go to the market in town and buy meat, which will last us for days.”
“This sounds like a dream.”
“It is a dream. We even have a cat.”
“A cat? Really?” Jungkook gasps.
“Yes, really. His name is Kukuruz and we can talk to him.”
“What? Talk?”
“Yes, talk.”
“How?”
Seokjin lifts his arm, showing a delicate leather armband to Jungkook.
“There is a sorceress in town, who can make these animal talking bracelets and we each got one.”
“Wow”, Jungkook says, touching it gently, “and it works?”
“It does.”
“So you can understand Woltron and his pack?”
The two men look over their shoulders at the old god. He and his pack are slumbering peacefully behind them.
“No”, Seokjin turns back around, “no sadly, you can only choose one animal. We chose a cat.”
“I understand”, Jungkook looks back at the view, “it is still so amazing. I want to be able to talk to animals. I imagine that it must be so interesting.”
“I can tell you from experience that most conversation with Kukuruz are about him wanting more food.”
Jungkook laughs. Seokjin joins him.
“I see. Well, this does sound like what a cat would talk about most.”
“Yes, indeed.”
Silence replaces their laughter like sunlight replaces rain. It comes because it always follows and it feels natural. The two men looked forward to the silence like people look forward to sunlight after long rain. And as they share in the wonderful silence, they take in the views. Their world once reached to the borders of the Black Forest and not one step beyond and now they are sitting atop the Snowy Mountains, overlooking their freedom.
“Should we visit the Nourishing Fields together?” Seokjin asks.
“We could, couldn’t we?”
“We could.”
Seokjin drapes his arm over Jungkook’s shoulder. The younger man leans into him.
“Then we will.”
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Smoke, Fire and Ash
Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence, death, forced marriage, and inc3st. Tags will be added as the fic goes on.
This is a dark!fic. 18+ only. Read at your own discretion. Please read the warnings before continuing.
Summary: You are the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen. You are forced to navigate the difficult surroundings of your upbringing and the eventual disintegration between your family and the Hightower's relationship. What will happen when your older and estranged uncle suddenly takes a more sinister interest in you? (Dark!Aemond x Reader)
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Characters: Aemond Targaryen X Reader, HOTD characters.
Note: Sweet Aemond gives me the heebyjeebies. Like no thank you sir, what are you PLOTTING. I am so glad you all loved the Aemond POV and I have absolutely adored seeing all of your theories and messages! <3
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Chapter 59: An understanding
When you woke the next morning, Aemond was nowhere to be found. You had twisted slowly amongst the sheets turning your head to see if the man still lay in bed beside you, but his side of the bed was empty. 
When you had sat up, there was a small ache in your core, but nothing like the first time. Your thighs were still sticky with his spend and your release, having slowly leaked from you during the night. As you sat and looked about the chambers in search of him, you found that his familiar head of hair and two simple braids were absent. You let out a sigh of relief as you moved to crawl out of bed. 
Intrusive memories of the night before sprung into your mind as you sat on the edge of the mattress. His touch between your thighs, the pleasure it brought, how gentle he was to begin. How he brought you to your peak before he reached his. 
Twice. 
How he had whispered in your ear, causing your body to react to his deep voice. To his praise. 
You blinked, shaking your head, desperate to forget. 
It was wrong. 
He was disgusting.
A kinslayer.
When the maids came to the chambers to help dress you, you had quickly turned your back and used the chemise from the day before to gently wipe between your legs. To rid yourself of his sticky seed that continued to seep from within you. 
They dressed you in another black gown, a gown which you now knew Aemond had Marba in Dorne make for you. A man he had sought out himself because he knew that was where you got your dresses from. You wondered if Aemond personally went to meet the tailor, or if he had ordered a messenger to do it for him. 
It confused you all the same.
It was odd that he did not have the dresses made more conservatively like his mother or sister would have worn. The style was the same as you would usually wear, not modest at all under the eyes of the Seven or his mother the Dowager Queen, and they extravagantly decorated with dragons or memories of your past and present, like the Godswood. 
The colours of the gowns was what confused you the most. 
Why did he still want you wearing black and red?
Maybe it was to serve as a reminder to both you and him of what this was. Of who you were.
You broke your fast with some bread and fruit, and moved to leave the chambers to sit as you usually did beneath the Godswood. But as you walked towards the courtyard where the tree sat, you questioned yourself. 
You did not have to sit there every day.
Though you were restricted from the Dragon Pit, you were not restricted from the other endless rooms the Keep held. And so you found your way to another quiet, familiar spot to spend your day. 
The walk to the Library was a short while from the courtyard. And so you had to turn down different corridors and hallways to get there, walking up a large staircase, to walk back down another, passing Lords and Ladies until finally you arrived to the the large room filled with books. 
Two guards opened the doors for you, softly and let you inside.
The ceilings were tall, with tomes piled high from floor to ceiling in large wooden shelves. The room was silent except for the soft steps of your feet, and the distant crackling of the Libraries fireplace. 
You let yourself walk behind a towering shelf, your hand coming to brush against the old leather spines of the large tomes that lay nestled beside each other. The room smelt as a Library should, of old parchment and aged books, hints of worn leather and glue. The subtle tinge of dust as all things old had, and the enticing pull of the combined familiarity of it all. 
You kept walking languidly, coming up around the other side to walk towards the crackling fireplace, where you longed to curl up in front of, on one of the chairs to read. The fireplace came into view, and its large stone work containing a sizeable fire within stared back at you. Above it a large green tapestry with one of the Seven. 
Two large chairs sat in front of the fire with a chaise to its side. The closer you got to the high backed chairs, the more it revealed to you, until you saw a head of familiar silver hair, with one singular braid crossed over the top of it. 
You paused in your step.
Helaena?
You inched closer towards her with unsteady feet, looking at the hair you were certain belonged to your aunt. She did not move until finally you were beside her, looking down at a person you so dearly missed. Her bright eyes were on the fire as you looked at her.
It had been so long since you had seen her. So long since she had been a mere short lived presence. So long since you had held or spoken to her, down in the dungeons.
You looked at the gentle slope of her nose and cheeks, the way her lips were relaxed and posture loose. Her eyes were always a lighter shade of violet in comparison to the rest of your family. So bright, like fresh lavender that had bloomed after rain. 
Helaena noticed your presence and slowly turned her head to look at you. You met her eyes and she smiled at you softly. You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t bring air into your lungs no matter how hard you tried. Instead you stood staring at your aunt who smiled up at you, her lips parting before she spoke. 
“Kasta naejot Zōbrie.” Green to Black, She spoke with a happy lilt to her voice.
Your mouth opened, but no words came out. 
Helaena’s head tilted as she looked at you, smile falling from her lips. 
“Where is Jaehaerys?”
Your heart broke all over again.
“Gone.” You replied shakily.
You watched as her hand came out to touch you, small fingers wrapping themselves around your wrist. 
She felt so real. Her hand was even warm.
Why could you feel her?
Was this real?
Your heart raced in your chest as you felt her grip tighten on your wrist as she looked at you, head tilted and leaning forward.
Why could you feel her?
“Y/n.” She whispered, her grip tightening almost painfully as she grabbed you. 
You blinked.
The sharp face of Aemond looked up at you, his hand gripping your wrist as he uttered your name again. His violet eye looked at you in concern, whilst the familiar glowing orb stared back from the other side of his face. He was not wearing his patch. You turned your head in search of your aunt.
Helaena was gone.
She was never there. 
Aemond whispered your nickname softly, hand tightening again with a bruising grip on your arm as he attempted to ground you, to bring you back to the present. He looked so concerned as he gazed up at you. It was uncomfortable.
You blinked again looking down at him. A book lay open in his lap, having been placed down when he grabbed you. 
“What's gone?” He asked, voice soft and low.
It took you a moment to steady yourself, to prepare yourself for your answer, to tell him that they were all gone. That Viserys, Lucerys, Daeron, Helaena and Jaehaerys were gone, and were never coming back. That everything was gone. That soon, you felt you would be gone too. But as you looked at him with his brows drawn down, you pulled your arm from his grip, rethinking your answer, wrapping your hands around your middle to comfort yourself. 
“Nothing.” You looked away, moving to leave the library all together. 
It felt so real. She felt so real. She had touched you. 
It had all felt so real, and it terrified you.
You were losing yourself in this godforsaken Keep.
As you turned to leave the library, to go anywhere but be there, Aemond reached out to grab you again, his fingers wrapping around your arm as he stood, placing the book on the seat below him. 
“Y/n.” He towered over you, holding onto you.
And you let him. 
A small comfort in this Hell you were living. 
Comfort from a man you should not seek comfort from. 
Comfort from a man who had caused so much grief.
But in that moment, you needed grounding as the Library around you shrank, and the air began to enter your lungs with more and more difficulty.
It was him. 
Not Helaena.
See? Helaena is not here. 
It was always Aemond. 
She was never here.
His eye searched your face as he looked at you, and you fought the urge to burst into tears. 
“Sit with me.” His voice was so quiet, and slow, as if approaching a terrified animal.
It was an offer, not a command this time.
Your heart rattled in your chest, and you thought about leaving, but the idea of being alone after having such a real interaction with your deceased aunt frightened you more than you cared to admit. 
You were slipping away. 
He waited patiently for your response, and so you gave him a small nod, and moved to sit in the chair beside him, back stiff with your hands folded in your lap. You looked into the fireplace and tried to breathe in for three counts, holding it, then exhaling shakily. 
Aemond did not sit, instead he moved to the side wall, where large books were neatly placed in the bookcase. You could hear him moving about behind you as you sat in the horrifying reality of your situation.
You were going mad.
Oh Gods… Please don’t let me slip away like Helaena. Please spare me this cruelty. Please Gods, please hear me… 
Aemond’s soft steps walked back to you, a small, black, leather bound book in hand. 
He stood in front of you, holding out the book, until you finally looked at his hand instead of the fireplace. The books cover was worn and black with brown binding around its spine. The covers edges were faded and worn, but the rest of the book was in good condition. You reached a hand to shakily pluck the book from his, pulling it to your lap to look down at it.
Aemond resumed sitting back in his chair beside you, pulling the large tome back into his lap to resume his reading, but his eye stayed on you for a moment, watching you as you stared at the book in your lap.
You let your gaze flit to your husband, who’s eye was still on you, watching for your reaction.
'The Fourteen Flames.'
A book you had read together under the Godswood. In your chambers. In the gardens. Anywhere you could have escaped together to read. A book of the Gods of Old Valyria. A book of their tales and triumphs, their lore and desires. 
A book which had captured the both of your attention at such a young age.
Aemond had always been fond of the tales of Arrax; Ruler of Gods, Law, Order, Governance, Justice and Strength. A God in which he found comfort in. A God in which he would pray to for justice and strength. 
You had given him the book once, in the garden to read to you, opened on a page with your favourite stories. The tales of Meleys; Goddess of Love and Fertility. He had blushed so often reading the passages of her many lovers, and you had delighted in knowing when you had handed it to him, that the young boy would turn a bright shade of pink as he read to you. Your own soft teasing of him which he did not mind at all.
He had handed you a book which held so much between the both of you.
Not just for you.
But for him too. 
He had remembered.
“Is Meleys still your favoured God?” He asked, head tilted. 
You looked at him in surprise. 
Don’t be fooled by him. He is a viper waiting to strike you again. Waiting to hurt you and bring you pain.
You looked back down at the book in your lap, opening its cover to look down at the pages, the words blurring as tears rose to your eyes. 
How much more heartbreak could one person take?
How much more until you were truly broken?
“Is Arrax still yours?” You did not take your eyes from the page.
Arrax. 
Luc.
You could not look at him. 
“No.” He paused in thought, “Arrax never truly answered my prayers.”
It was almost poetic that he tore Arrax from the sky with Vhagar.
You flicked to another page, smelling the old parchment beneath your fingers as you felt the page bend. Syrax; God of wine, fruitfulness, parties, madness, chaos, drunkenness, and ecstasy. 
“I suppose you pray to Vhagar now.”
Goddess of War.
“I have no need to pray to her when I ride my own.”
Silence filled the library as you continued to flick through the pages, eyes moving across the words as you felt your heart slowly calm in your chest and your breathing slowly even. The fireplace crackled loudly and you could hear Aemond beside you, opening his own tome to resume reading. 
But no matter how hard you tried to concentrate on the words on the page, you found yourself too on edge to actually take in the words. So instead your eyes fruitlessly skimmed the pages, frustration building inside. 
All you can think about is how much you have lost, and how much he has hurt you.
It consumed you.
Aemond broke the silence. 
“I had prayed to Balerion,” God of Death and the Underworld, “He listened.”
Lucerys.
Your eyes left the page you were not reading to look at your uncle beside you, his eye still on his page, skimming as he read the text. Aemond did not take his gaze from the page as you abruptly stood, slamming the book in your hands shut as you moved.
You tossed it onto the chair you had been sitting on. 
Why did he keep doing this? 
Why did he give you an inch of kindness, then a mile of cruelty?
It made your head spin. 
It made you feel even more confused and alone than ever. 
Aemond still did not look up as you glared down at him, feeling a wave of rage build inside you, slowly rising up your neck as you felt the heat of it burn through you. You began to storm away, your feet loudly beating against the stone floors, echoing in the space, a tear falling down your cheek. 
Aemond’s voice called out to you in the library.
“Balerion spared you,” He paused, and you spun on your heel to look at him, his eye still on his page, long finger following his line of sight, “Just as I asked.”
You swallowed thickly as you stared at him.
He had prayed to Balerion?
For you?
To spare you?
To spare you from his own doing?
You opened your mouth again, to snip back at your husband, to tell him he wouldn’t have had to pray if he had not attacked you. That he would not have had to pray if he had not killed Luc. That there would be no reason to pray if he had been a better man. 
You spun on your heel, mouth opening and closing in confusion. 
In shock. 
You left the Library, opening and closing the doors with little to no force and made your way back to your chambers. 
Why?
Why did you feel this way?
Why did it hurt you so much?
It felt like you were constantly losing him. The memories that you had together. The loss of the potential of the man he could have been. The man he should have been. He could have grown to be kind and good as he had been.
The tears fell as you walked swiftly, keeping your head down as you passed guards and Lords, as you move faster, and faster to your chambers. Your legs and lungs burnt with the speed you went, almost running to get back to the room. 
You stumbled on a step as you raced back to solitude, your body jerking to right itself as you made your way down the long corridor to the chambers. The knight stationed outside of the doors opened it for you upon seeing your speedy arrival, to which you all but threw yourself into the room, huffing out a rough sob as it finally escaped your lips. 
Your hand flew to your mouth as you tried to keep the swell from overflowing, the emotions that rose like a tide up your throat, forcing a broken gasp out of your lips as you stared into the empty space of the room. 
Someone clicked their tongue in the chambers.
You were not alone. 
You spun around to find Aegon standing beside your bed, hand on the sheets as he looked at you, frown moving on his face in mock pity. You stiffened and took a step back, dropping your hands to your sides as you watched Aegon look back down at the made bed. 
"Poor thing.” He cooed at you cruelly, rubbing the sheets between his fingers as he watched you, dropping them from his hand as he came to walk towards you. 
“Get out.” You blurted, watching as a smile spread across his face as he got closer. 
The nearer he got, the more angry you became. Your fight or flight instincts kicked in, except for you, it was purely fight and no flight. There was nowhere you could go anyway.
Where would you run to?
Into the waiting arms of Aemond?
“Get out.” You growled.
Aegon stood in front of you as he smirked down at you. You could smell the wine on his breath as he continued to grin, before he let himself look back at the bed, dragging his eyes over the sheets as you took the opportunity to step back away from him. 
He sensed your movement and looked back at you. 
"Has he fucked you yet?”
You bristled in your spot, fists clenching. 
Aegon’s head tilted lazily as he looked at you, smile widening, teeth and gums showing.
“He has.” He noted, “Has he brought you pleasure? Made you scream for him?”
“Get the fuck out.” You sneered.
Aegon laughed, “Ooh, it seems like he hasn’t.” He paused, waiting to see your response, "Or maybe… he has. And you hate yourself for it.”
Tears began to well in your eyes again as shame curled in your gut.
“There it is. Theres no shame in the pleasures of flesh, niece.” He grinned down at you, hair messed upon his head, “Your mother would know all about that.”
Your teeth ground together in your mouth as you bit down hard. Anything to control yourself from lashing out at him. 
“I would be happy to show you how many ways you can find pleasure. You'd be surprised at what I can do.” His tongue came to wet his lips as he looked you dead in the eyes, holding your gaze. 
“I would rather die than have your cock anywhere near me.”
“Are you sure? I know Aemond couldn’t make you feel the way I can.” He took another step forward towards you, but you held your ground. 
“The only thing you make me feel, is sick. Now, get out.”
Aegon smirked down at you, a hand coming to touch a curl of hair that lay of your shoulder, but as soon as his hand came up, you slapped it away from you. It only made the King smirk wider, his eyes flitting to your lips then back to your eyes. 
Wordlessly, your eldest uncle left your chambers, the knight opening the door for him and closing it shut behind him. And you were left to stand in the chambers that grew smaller and smaller around you until you stumbled to sit at the table, hand covering your mouth as you leant forward. 
A tear fell from your eye and onto the dark wood of the table, as you were forced to sit with the reality of your agreement.
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thegreymoon · 2 months
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The Story of Minglan
Super hopeful we're now getting to the part where we finally get rid of Manniang 🙄 I am tired of her nonsense. She isn't even smart and her schemes are so vulgar and basic.
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Tingye, please listen to Nanny!
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Mmm... doubt that, but OK.
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LOL, she seems unhappy at the prospect of doing manual labour for a living 🤣🤣
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OH FUCK ALL THE WAY OFF 🤬🤬
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This is rich, coming from a man who has never once made a decision in his life without consulting his dick first 🙄
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LMAOOOOOOO, he couldn't sneak if his life depended on it 🤣🤣
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Aww, Minglan, cutie, reaching out to make up with Gu Tingye 😢
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Oh? 👀
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Why not? They couldn't swing it after all?
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I find it fascinating that all these high-born women were still expected to cook.
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I can't imagine a European duchess or queen cooking anything ever unless it was a special hobby or something. When I think back on other harems in c-dramas I've seen, all the consorts/wives cooked. For example, in Nirvana in Fire we see Consort Jing being especially good at it.
Even in 2ha, Taxian-jun, who was a whole emperor at the time and had countless servants to prepare his food, insisted that Chu Wanning cook for him, even though he was terrible at it. He personally taught him to make that rice porridge and he ate it no matter what slop Chu Wannning ended up concocting. Of course, cooking and eating is Mo Ran's love language, so it made sense that he insisted on Chu Wanning doing this for him, because he desperately needed to feel loved by him, but it still seems like cooking was the norm rather than an exception among all high-level wives.
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SHE WAS SELLING HIS MOTHER'S STUFF?
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LMAO, oh, Manniang, you are so done! 🤣🤣
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Honestly, Manniang is so embarrasing.
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There she was, thinking she was fit to play on the big chessboard with the likes of Madam Qin and the rest of the nobles, but she got caught out like a rat by Nanny Chang through some elementary-level trickery. Truly pathetic.
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How is he penniless when he has farmlands and shops in his possession?
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Also, how is it even possible for some rando to sell land registered to another person without their consent?
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Wait, who's alive?
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How does anyone ever fall for this bullshit?
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Why should he be the one to kill your treacherous ass and then carry you around on his conscience?
Fuck off and go die on your own terms, if you're so eager.
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LMAO, classic DARVO.
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Just boot her out already! I swear, men will stick their dicks into anything that comes attached to a pretty face.
She's not even a competent liar, Tingye! Please find some self-respect.
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I mean, good, I am beyond sick and tired of her whiny, fake baby voice, but I'm worried she'll try to harm the kids.
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Storywise, it makes sense, because we can't have competition for Minglan's legitimate offspring 🙄
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With a mother like you, who needs enemies?
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God, if she whines, "Erlaaaaaaaaang," once more in that slimy soft voice, I will break something, it grates on my nerves so badly.
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I went down an ASMR rabbit hole sometime back and there were these women using this fake baby voice to narrate their shitty videos. It unnerved me so much. I can't even pinpoint the reason, it's just that all the alarm bells I have in my brain start blaring when I hear it.
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LOL, of course she does.
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kckt88 · 4 months
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Taking of a City.
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Summary:
After Aemond leaves for Harrenhal, Rhaenyra and Daemon arrive in Kings Landing to reclaim the Iron Thone.
Warning(s): Swearing, Blood, Death,
Word Count: 2100
Author Note: A companion piece to Wedding & Consummation/Bath Time/Arrival(s)/Mother & Father/Petitions & Final Tributes/The Hand, The King & The Dragon/Dragonstone/Blood & Cheese/A Time for Grief/The Gullet/Harrenhal and the Rivers/The Gods Eye, The Fallen Queen & New Beginnings.
But can be read as a one-shot.
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.
“You want to go to Harrenhall?” asked Vaera.
“We’ve given Rhaenyra a month to concede. It’ll be easier if we get rid of Daemon first”.
“What about Kings Landing?” asked Vaera.
“I will leave my Queen in charge” replied Aemond as he took of the conquerors crown and placed it on Vaera’s head.
“B-But the other Lords. Aemond they won’t accept me” exclaimed Vaera.
“Yes, they will. Besides Ser Criston is coming with me. There is no one else that can sit the Iron Throne. I’ve already spoke to them, and they’ve all pledged to support you in my absence”.
“How many of them did you threaten to kill?” asked Vaera sheepishly.
“Only three. But I know you’ll be fine. I need someone on the Throne that I can trust, and I need Cannibal here just in case” said Aemond.
“What about my mother?” asked Vaera as she eyed Vhagar in the distance.
“I should be back in time. Harrenhall isn’t too far from Kings Landing.”
“Assuming of course you manage to deal with Daemon in that time” muttered Vaera.
“I have to try Vaera” said Aemond firmly.
“I know you do. I’m just worried. Daemon is no ill trained knight. He’s a seasoned warrior, and if anything happened to you. I don’t know what I’d do” said Vaera her lips wobbling.
“Listen to me, if something was to happen-“
“-Aemond. No” gasped Vaera shaking her head.
“If something was to happen to me, you need take Rhaegar and leave Westeros” urged Aemond.
“L-Leave Westeros?” asked Vaera.
“You and Rhaegar get on the back of Cannibal, and you fly as far east as you can. I will go to my death content with the knowledge that you and our children will live” said Aemond as he ran a hand over the small swell of Vaera’s stomach.
“D-Don’t die” sobbed Vaera.
“I’ll try not to. But I swear if I do, I will take your cunt of a father with me” said Aemond, as he pressed one last kiss to Vaera’s forehead and headed towards Vhagar.
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Almost a week without Aemond and Vaera was missing him terribly and sitting in endless council meetings was boring.
Day in day out, the Lords would argue on the best way to deal with Rhaenyra and Daemon, it was getting tiresome, for every argument there was no progress.
Everything hinged on Aemond being able to retake Harrenhall and deal with Daemon.
Thinking about Aemond confronting Daemon made Vaera feel sick to her stomach. Both Daemon and Aemond were skilled with a blade, but Daemon had seen battle. He once been crowned King of the narrow sea.
Vaera just prayed to the gods of old Valyria that Aemond would survive.
After having a meeting with grand maester Orwyle, to check that everything was progressing well with the babe she carried, Vaera decided to distract herself and spend time with the children.
Maelor was fussy so Alicent decided to keep him inside but permitted Vaera to take Jaehaera to the gardens with Rhaegar.
“Do you think my Kepa will like these?” asked Jaehaera, holding up a tulip.
“He’ll love them” replied Vaera smiling.
“Can I pick flowers too mama?” asked Rhaegar quietly.
“Of course, you can sweet boy” said Vaera.
Rhaegar squealed excitedly as he humped off his mother’s knee and joined Jaehaera.
“What about this?”
“Rhaegar, that’s a weed” sighed Jaehaera rolling her eyes.
“Oh” muttered Rhaegar sadly.
“B-But it’s got pretty leaves, maybe we could include it” suggested Jaehaera smiling.
Rhaegar’s face immediately brightened up and he nodded eagerly.
After half an hour, it was beginning to get a little bit chilly, so Vaera decided it was time to head inside.
“Right, let’s take those flowers to your Kepa” said Vaera as she took hold of Rhaegar and Jaehaera’s hands.
“Ser Arryk” called Vaera.
“Yes, Your Grace?”
“Would you be so as to escort us to Aegon’s chambers?” asked Vaera.
“Of course,” replied Ser Arryk.
Vaera and the children followed the knight to Aegon’s chambers in silence, the only noise echoing around the corridors was the clanking of Ser Arryk’s armour.
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“Kepa. We brought you flowers” cooed Jaehaera as she kissed her father’s forehead.
“They’re beautiful” breathed Aegon.
Jaehaera smiled as she snuggled into her father’s arms.
“I-Is that a weed?” asked Aegon.
“Rhaegar picked them. Jae said they had pretty leaves” replied Vaera.
“I have to agree” muttered Aegon.
“When will you get better Uncle Egg? asked Rhaegar.
“I’m not sure, but I hope its soon”.
“Me too. I miss you Kepa” whispered Jaehaera.
“I’ll be back on my feet soon, don’t you worry”.
“Maybe mama will get better soon as well” said Jaehaera hopefully.
“Let’s hope so” said Vaera quietly, as she noticed a single tear slide down Aegon’s cheek.
The death of Jaehaerys had devastated Aegon more than anyone realised. His devastation was also coupled with the guilt that he’d not been a good father in the first place.
Since the death of his son and nephew, he vowed that he would try to be a better man, a better father, and a better husband.
Loving Helaena as his sister was easy. It was loving her as a wife that was difficult.
“Have you heard from Aemond recently?” asked Aegon.
“No. But no news is good news, right?” muttered Vaera.
Aegon reached forward and took Vaera’s hand in his, trying to offer his good sister comfort.
Suddenly their was a loud bang and screams were heard.
“W-What’s going on?” asked Aegon shocked.
“I’m not sure, I’ll go check” replied Vaera.
Rhaegar and Jaehaera huddled closer to Aegon as Vaera left the room.
Ser Arryk who had been standing guard outside the door, was nowhere to be found and there were no other guards around.
So, Vaera made her way slowly down the corridor to one of the secret passageways.
After managing to squeeze through the gap, Vaera cautiously walked through one of the secret corridors. If something was wrong, it was better to keep out of sight, and soon she found herself squeezed into a secret alcove attached to the Throne room.
There was a sudden rush of footsteps and Vaera peered through the gap in the stone, to see what was happening and what she saw made her blood run cold.
“Rhaenyra. You must stop this madness before it is too late.” said Alicent.
“Madness?. You speak of madness? One of your sons steals my birth right and the other murders my Luke, and you accuse me of madness?” sneered Rhaenyra.
“My son stole nothing. He is Viserys first-born son and Aemond did not murder Lucerys. It was you who had assassins sent into the Red Keep to murder innocent children, one of them your own grandson” said Alicent squaring her shoulders.
“That was not my-“ said Rhaenyra.
“Do you have any idea how your daughter has suffered because of your cruelty?”
“A necessary loss. The brat was part Hightower” quipped Daemon.
“You despicable excuse for a man” spat Alicent.
“Speaking of my daughter, where is she and that other Hightower spawn of hers?” asked Daemon.
“Not here, they went with Aemond to Harrenhall” lied Alicent.
“Lies. The Cannibal still rests beyond the walls of the Red Keep. Vaera is here and believe me as soon as we’ve dealt with you then she will be found” said Daemon.
“Do you intend to harm her?” asked Alicent.
“She supported my usurper, had her Cannibal destroy the Velaryon fleet and she kidnapped my son. My daughter will answer for what she has done,” said Rhaenyra.
“Your daughter is what you made her” snapped Alicent.
“Seize them!” snarled Daemon.
“That will not be necessary. I will cooperate. I am your prisoner. I will go quietly to my chambers, or to the dungeons”
But Daemon only laughed.
“The only place you’re going is to the Seven Hells to be with your precious gods.”
Otto roared in anger, and jumped protectively in front of his daughter even as the remaining Kings guard surrounded them. Not that it helped.
Ser Rickard fell first, slain by Ser Harold Westerling and soon all of the remaining Kings guard were dead, leaving their defence solely in the hands of the castle guards. And to their credit, they fought bravely. They did not stop fighting until the last of them fell.
Soon, the throne room was strewn with bloodied corpses, but ultimately, the Greens were outnumbered. Within minutes, the Green council was wearing chains, and Rhaenyra was climbing the steps to the Iron Throne.
Seizing Otto roughly, Daemon dragged him in front of the Iron Throne. With his arms bound, he was helpless to defend himself as Daemon forced him to kneel.
Wide-eyed, Alicent turned to Rhaenyra, silently begging for her father’s life, and for a moment, she thought he might be spared.
“Otto Hightower. You are guilty of treason. You are guilty of conspiracy against the rightful heir to the Iron Throne and you are also guilty of being a massive cunt.” snarled Daemon.
And to Alicent’s sheer horror, Rhaenyra didn't utter a single word to stop her husband.
“Send him to the Wall. Let him take the black” cried Alicent.
But it was useless. The look on Daemon’s face said it all. He was not there for justice. He was out for blood.
Otto was not even granted the dignity of last words before Daemon raised Dark Sister and quickly sliced off his head.
Vaera clasped her hand to her mouth, trying not to make a sound as Otto’s severed head hit the stone floor with a dull thud.
She had to get back to Aegon and the children. Now.
Her mother and Daemon would not linger in the throne room for much longer and it would only be a matter of time before they gave the command for their soldiers to tear through the Red Keep.
Picking up her skirts, Vaera ran as fast she could back to Aegon’s chambers.
Bursting unceremoniously through the doors, startling Aegon and the children.
“We-We have to move. Now” said Vaera.
“W-What’s going on?” asked Aegon.
“My mother and Daemon are here. They’ve captured your mother and your grandsire is dead” exclaimed Vaera.
“G-Grandsire is dead” gasped Aegon his eyes wide.
“We have to leave. Now” snapped Vaera.
“I-I can’t walk” said Aegon.
“You have to try. I can’t leave you here. Daemon will kill you”.
“What about Helaena and Maelor?” asked Aegon as he shuffled uncomfortably on the bed.
“They spared your mother, so they’ll most likely spare Helaena and Maelor, they'll need hostages-” said Vaera.
“-How are we going to-“
Suddenly the door flew open, and a haggard looking Ser Arryk came barrelling into the room.
“Where the fuck have you been?” snarled Vaera.
“Apologise, I was helping Lord Strong escape with young Prince Maelor, he intends to take him to Old Town”.
“You’re here now. I need you to help Aegon and get him out of the Red Keep” urged Vaera.
“What about you?” asked Ser Arryk as he hauled Aegon from the bed.
“I don’t-“
“G-Go to Harrenhall. Aemond is there” said Aegon wincing in pain.
“We don’t have much time. We need to leave now” urged Ser Arryk.
“What about Daeron?”
“If he has any sense, he’ll stay in Oldtown” said Aegon.
“Go Your Grace” urged Ser Arryk.
Vaera gathered Rhaegar and Jaehaera in her arms and held them tight.
“Now, I need you both to be quiet. Can you do that for me?” asked Vaera.
Both the children nodded quickly.
“Let’s go” muttered Vaera.
The walk through the secret passageways was tough, as they had to keep stopping for Aegon to catch his breath.
Daemon’s soldiers were now tearing through the Red Keep.
The sounds of shouting, banging and screaming echoed through the Red Keep.
“You need to get the dragon pit” said Vaera.
“What about you?” wheezed Aegon.
“Cannibal rests outside of the Red Keep, the secret passage just past Balerion will take me too him” replied Vaera.
“Get to Harrenhall. Tell Aemond what’s happened” urged Aegon wincing as Ser Arryk picked him up once more.
“I will” said Vaera nodding.
“Take care of my daughter.” replied Aegon.
“I promise”
“Be good for your aunt Vaera my butterfly. I’ll see you soon” said Aegon.
“I will Kepa” said Jaehaera quietly.
“It looks good on you” quipped Aegon.
“What does?” asked Vaera.
“The crown”.
“I forgot I was wearing it” exclaimed Vaera.
“Go Princess. It won’t be long before the passageways are searched,” said Ser Arryk.
Vaera nodded and spared Aegon one more glance before she led the children down another darkened tunnel.
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maidragoste · 8 months
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Hi love!
I ADORE your writting especially the aemond x reader x aegon one and I was wondering if you were willing to write a fic where Baelon finally claims a dragon and it’s one of the more fearsome ones (just because of his personality) so maybe caraxes (if he’s still alive) and everyone is just in shock as it seems like Baelon is his namesake and the 2nd coming of the Rogue Prince himself so the reader does consider taking him to the north but Baelon is still of Aemond’s so in a confrontation he could be like “I know i’m not perfect like you but how could you ever consider that” and the reader just has a heart wrenching reaction because at that moment she sees Luke in Baelon and something sweet in the end! <3
Hi anon 🥰🥰
Thank you very much for writing me. It makes me happy to know that you enjoy my writing. The truth motivates me to keep writing 💖💖
At some point I'm going to write Baelon having his dragon but I don't know if it would be Caraxes (to be honest I think he's dead bc I feel like if he was alive then he would have gone to kill Aemond for killing his rider. Aemond can't be alive if Caraxes exists 😂) BUT assuming Caraxes was still alive and Baelon claims him. The Queen would not take it well.
It's funny that you say that Baelon is like a second Daemon because I literally have a draft of The Queen thinking that.
"She (Rhaenyra) never showed any problem with your brothers. But they were sweet and perfect. Good boys. The only mistake they made was taking your husband's eye but they were good. Not like Baelon. He reminded you of Daemon and you knew you weren't the only one because you heard the mutterings of the servants. Baelon believed he could do whatever he wanted as your stepfather. He was impulsive and some would also say violent, even though he he's just a kid. No matter how many times he was scolded, he kept repeating the same mistakes. You love Baelon. You really love him and you would kill anyone who dared to harm your boy but he was too much. Many times you had to control yourself not to shake him and yell at him what the hell was wrong with him. It drove you crazy."
My girl loves her son but if he claims Caraxes she would lose her mind. She would literally be delirious that Daemon from beyond is doing this on purpose because he hates her 😭😭
The Queen does not like Daemon and that her son reminds her of him is difficult for her. The dragon would only make things worse. She's not even going to want Baelon to take the dragon to the North.
Sorry, I know you wanted some sweet between Baelon and his mom and I come with this 😭😭
BUT I think this could be fixed (?
As you say Baelon is going to confront his mother
“Why do you want to get rid of me?” Baelon asked, entering your chambers without bothering to knock on the door.
You instantly put aside the letter you were writing to Cregan Stark. "I don't want to get rid of you, Baelon"
“Liar!” He yelled at you as he stood in front of your desk and took the letter and then tore it into pieces. Not feeling comfortable with that he also took your pen and broke it. He looked at you expecting to see you angry but you only looked at him with disappointment, as if you had already expected this from him.
"Baelon, breaking my stuff won't change my mind," you declared.
“I know I'm not perfect like you, but how could you consider sending me away from home? I'm your son, don't you love me?” As he continued to speak his tone of voice became lower. Hearing his last words was like someone had stabbed you in the heart.
You instantly got up from your chair and ran to hug him. Your son's little arms clung tightly to you. You felt your heart tear, you felt terrible for having made your baby think you didn't love him "Of course I love you, Baelon" you affirmed and spread kisses all over his face until you saw him smile "I love you and your brothers more than anything in the world" you kissed his forehead again "Neither of us is perfect but you're just a child, it's my fault. I got carried away by the fear that you would become one of my ghosts. It is evident that I have failed you as a mother, I will try to be better" you promised "And to get those ugly ideas out of your head. I wasn't trying to get rid of you. I wanted you to go to the North because I think it's the best for you, I think you'll grow better there than here.” You sighed as you saw his smile disappear at the mention of the North. "You'll stay home but I need you to promise to listen to me and your fathers. You will listen to your adults, Baelon, You can't keep doing what you want just because you're a prince. You have to be good to your brothers."
"I promise" he said quickly and you hugged him again trying to ignore the little feeling of uncertainty you felt.
Again thank you very much for writing to me, anon, I hope you are well and I hope to hear from you again soon (if you want next time you can use an emoji so I can identify who you are) 💖💖
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kittyball23 · 7 months
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How Viva got separated from Poppy and King Peppy?
Here we are! I did my best :3
Backstory (a Trolls fanfic)
Summary: Now reunited, Viva explains the reason for her separation from her sister Poppy
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This was fun!
If Viva had been any older, and more aware of things, then maybe she wouldn’t have deemed the situation as such. But, from her perspective, things were a blast. Her mother’s hair, as golden and curled as her own, tickled her on all sides from her tucked spot inside of it. She was bounced as her mother went along, the motions making her giggle, and she could hear the patter of more running footsteps all around her. For a baby of only a couple of years, it sure sounded an awful lot like a game was taking place. Maybe tag! Or something else that was really fun that she still hadn’t learned about yet.
In truth, it was a tag of sorts - only, this group didn’t want to be caught by the ones chasing.
“Find them!” a great voice that felt loud enough to rumble the earth boomed. “We need them all!”
“But, Chef, don’t we have plenty of Trolls for the Trollstice?” another voice asked.
“It sure looked like we did!” a third put in.
An answering growl that was so menacing it could curdle milk and kill flowers responded. It was a growl that sure didn't sound friendly in any way, and Viva could feel an unfamiliar shudder go down her spine. She didn't know what this new emotion she was starting to feel was, but she really didn't like it.
The baby must have whimpered, since she heard her mother hush her the next second.
"Shh, shhh, it's okay, honey. Mommy's here," she cooed. "Just hang in there, okay?"
The familiar soothing voice worked its magic on the baby, and Viva babbled sweetly in reply to her mother, who somehow knew exactly how to get rid of that strange feeling.
Suddenly, she heard her mother addressing the others that were with them.
“Come on, guys! Right over there! You can do it, it’s not much farther. No Troll left behind!”
Viva felt herself being bounced even faster, an indicator that the running had picked up pace, and she couldn’t help giggling a little more at the sensation. But not everyone was sharing in her good mood, it seemed.
“No Troll escapes on MY watch!” the awful, rotten voice screeched out again, somehow managing to sound even more horrible than before.
Unease began to ripple through their companions.
“Oh, no!”
“We’re doomed!”
“They’re going to find us!”
Her mother’s voice cut in, however, hard with determination.
“No, we won’t be found.”
A timid voice suddenly spoke up. “Forgive me for seeming doubtful, Your Majesty, but, how do you know for sure?”
A pause was in the air, and then she responded. “Because I’ll make sure of it.”
It was here that little Viva finally was able to get some visuals to go along with the scene. Her mother reached into her hair and pulled the baby out. Viva blinked up at her with a one-toothed smile.
“Ma-ma!” she chirped.
Her mother smiled down at her, but Viva thought something looked a little different about it. It was like there was a strange, faraway look in her fuschia eyes. But Viva was only a baby, so she couldn’t possibly piece together what it could mean. She had thought - as her mother hugged her tightly to her, kissed her little forehead, and told her she loved her very much - that it was just another display of affection. Her mother then placed her in the grasp of a nearby Troll, who took her with much confusion. But then something seemed to click in the Troll’s head, and he gasped.
“M-my Queen! You can’t possibly be thinking - ?”
“I told you that I’d make sure that nobody gets found,” her mother answered.
“But what about ‘No Troll left behind’?” another asked.
“I’ll be catching up with you, don’t worry. And I’ll make sure the others are safe, too,” her mother replied, confident that she’d be able to retrieve the remaining Trolls trapped at the Trollstice. She caressed her daughter’s cheek one last time, Viva leaning into the touch, and then she was off.
“HEY YOU!” she cried out, waving her hands up above her head towards someone Viva couldn’t see. “Looking for something?”
It was the grotesque voices who responded when the Queen had called out as such.
“Chef! There’s one!”
“Yeah, right there!”
“Well, don’t just stand there, go AFTER IT!”
The Troll that was holding Viva gasped again, and turned them away from the scene. Carrying the baby tightly, he began, along with the other Trolls that were there, to make his way through the piping that they’d hidden themselves inside of. It was a dank, dark passageway that Viva thought smelled kind of funny, but she figured there could be worse things to happen to oneself. As she would one day come to discover this, and fully understand.
“There it is! I see it! The exit!” a Troll suddenly cried out, and indeed, there was a light at the end of the tunnel, both in reality and in a metaphorical sense. This was their ticket to freedom. Sure they’d have to avoid Bergens once they’d reach the outside, but it wouldn’t be as hazardous as it was in the actual castle area.
Trolls who’d been less than optimistic about the whole ordeal suddenly felt their spirits uplift, and excited chatter started up.
“We’re almost there!”
“Oh, thank goodness!”
“Freedom!”
One Troll had gotten the idea to start singing “Celebration,” but before the first notes could be uttered, a terrible, piercing scream echoed through the pipes.
It was high and feminine sounding, and all too much like the Queen’s. The Trolls halted in their tracks with gasps. Surely, it couldn’t actually mean…?
But the Trolls waited, an indefinite amount of time, and nobody else came through the tunnel to join them. The Queen did not rush up to them, out of breath and a little bedraggled, and say that she’d gotten a little caught up in trouble but was fine now. The Queen didn’t come at all.
Viva had been looking down at the tunnel, too, seeing as how her companions were. She’d heard the scream, but hadn’t registered its connection to her mother… at least, until she began to miss her. Viva liked being babysat by other Trolls, but found that even after only a few minutes, she longed for the gentle embrace of the Queen.
“Ma-ma?” she questioned, peering up at the Troll who’d been holding her.
The Troll didn’t respond, too horrified with the realization to even properly inform the little baby of what had happened. But Viva heard a whisper somewhere among the others in the background.
“I don’t think she made it…”
Viva in her innocent mind, didn’t know who the ‘she’ who made ‘what’ was, though she could see that the other Trolls were looking very glum. That feeling from before was returning to her, and she whimpered a little.
“Should we continue looking for the others, Chef?” the group heard one of their pursuers ask faintly through the echoing of the pipes.
“The Bergens in the Banquet Hall are getting rather restless,” the other said. And, if the Trolls actually did strain to listen, they could make out the banging of utensils on the table and a chanting of “We want Trolls! We want Trolls!”
A grumble was heard, and then an answer. “Never mind them! Let them run off back to the Troll Tree. They’ll get eaten, eventually…” An evil chuckle was heard, that started off low and then grew into a sickening laugh. “They’ll ALL get eaten! HAHA!!”
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“So we left. We didn’t go back to the Troll Tree, as much as we wanted to. The Chef was right. We’d all just get eaten on some other Trollstice... We went really far from the Troll Tree, actually, far from Bergen Town, far past the forest until we got here. We were just a few lone refugees who just started a whole new village of our own, and, to honor my mother’s memory, I was raised to follow in her footsteps and become their queen.”
Viva finished recalling the story as best she could. She had, after all, been very young when it all went down, and only had mostly learned of the full story from the other Trolls who’d accompanied her that day.
Standing before her, her sister - Poppy - had an astonished look on her face. The tale was incredible to her, and she could hardly believe it was all true!
“I understand why we didn’t go back to the Troll Tree, but sometimes I really wish that we had, so I at least could’ve been with my sis,” Viva said, smiling a little sadly at the Pop Queen. “It was a little hard to come to terms with not having any family once Putt Putt Village was set up. But, I still made lots of great friends throughout the years.” She shot a sweet smile at Clay - who stood alongside Branch, Spruce, and John Dory - and he blushed.
“Wow,” Poppy finally said, still taking everything in. “My dad - I mean, our dad - he, uh, never told me anything about having a sister…” She reflected on this, realizing that perhaps, like the way he’d hidden the existence of five other musical tribes, it was a difficult subject to touch, and so he’d chosen to not ever discuss it for the sake of not ruining his daughter’s happiness. But Poppy found that she could handle such subjects… now at least, as a grown Troll who’d learned much during her young adulthood. “...He actually led a revolt against the Bergens,” Poppy continued, “I was still a baby when it happened. All the Trolls escaped the Troll Tree through the tunnels, and into the forest.” She went on explaining about their successful 20-year hideout in their home, until the day that Chef had found them and taken her friends to Bergen Town, which, of course, led to events that eventually had the Bergens realize that true happiness had been inside them all along, and they did not need to consume Trolls to find it.
“That is so cool!” Viva said. “So you and the Bergens are friends now?”
Poppy nodded in affirmation. “Yep! We had a wedding take place in their town not too long ago,” she said, sidling up next to Branch.
Viva got excited to hear this. “Awwww, sis, I didn’t know you were married!”
Poppy gasped, and Branch almost felt himself faint when Viva suggested it.
“Oh! N-no, I meant the King and Queen of Bergen Town had a wedding that we went to,” the Pop Queen clarified, feeling the heat of a blush rise onto her face.
“Oh… well, if you say so,” Viva giggled, assessing how flustered Poppy and her boyfriend had gotten over the misunderstanding. “But anyway, that is sooooo great to hear! Our parents sure were brave, huh?” She nudged her sister playfully. “And so are you!”
“You too, Viva!” Poppy exclaimed with her own giggle.
Viva, always seeming a step ahead of Poppy’s boundless joy, giggled and threw her arms around her sister for an enormous hug. “EEEE!” she squealed. “You know what this means, right?”
“What?” Poppy laughed.
“It means it’s time to celebrate!” Viva unclipped her green, grasslike cape, flinging it off to the side and starting to do a little jig. The Putt Putt Trolls recognized their queen getting down and groovy, and started to play some music.
“Come on, Poppy!” she called. “This song’s gonna take two!” She extended her hand towards the Pop Queen, and Poppy could do little more than to jump right in. Now that she had her sister, she would make sure that it would always take the two of them!
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princess-ibri · 1 year
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So!! I think I've finally figured out how I'd chose to being Concept Art Elsa into my DisneyVerse. Ive wanted to for a while as I really liked her design and the more spunky vibe we got from her. So here we go!
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I always try to use an actual fairytale base for things in my DisneyVerse when I can, so I've based her new backstory off of a couple of wintery stories, the Russian fairytale Father Frost, and a different Snow Child story then most think of, where a woman apparently gains a child by swallowing a snow flake--which is where this story begins:
Once upon a time a Merchant's wife, who had longed for a child for many years but never been blessed with her wish, happened to swallow a snow flake while staying in Arendelle for some months while her husband traveled. Unbeknownst to the woman, this was on one of the days when the former Queen Elsa was visiting her old home and entertaining with her magical snow--snow which had unknowingly created Life before...
9 months later, the Merchant's Wife gave birth to a child with skin as white as snow, hsir as black as a winter's night, and eyes as blue as the deepest ice. And though she was always much colder than a child should be, the deepest chill never seemed to bother her in the slightest, and she loved nothing more then to spend hours playing in the snow when winter came.
Unfortunately the woman was not so blessed, and one winter in the child's third year she took ill from ataying out with the child in the old and so died, leaving the merchant alone to raise a child he was never sure or not was his, and either way he felt had cost him his wife, and so gained his ire. He married again a few years later, to a wealthy woman with a daughter of her own, with skin like a peach and hair like sunshine, everything the Snow Child was not, and who gained all the affection of their parents, leaving the Snow Child to be neglected and shunned.
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But the Snow Child had a secret, she not only felt more at home out in the snow than in a house before a fire, but she found she could control the snow as well. Sending gusts where she would and calming or increasing it according to her moods. For a few years she was able to hide her powers, but eventually her step-sister discovered her secret, and told her mother.
The woman, who had never cared for her strange step-daughter, now feared the child as a witch, and conspired to be rid of her once and for all.
The next time the family traveled together on a journey, the woman sent the Snow Child out in the dead od night under the pretext of an errand, and before the child could return packed up and moved the family out of the town, leaving the child alone and abandoned in the snow and the darkness as a storm swept in.
But she was not alone for long...
For that night the Snow Queen Elsa traveled in the storm, and she saw the child left out alone, ragged and bare footed. She swept down to save the child from freezing to death--only to find that the child didn't appear troubled at all by the cold surrounding her. The Snow Queen came closer, and sensed something of her own power surrounding this strange child left in the snow, and she knew then she could not simply take her to the nearest kind villager to be tended to...
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And so the Snow Child came under the care of the Snow Queen. She was given the run of the magical ice palace where the rest of the Snow Queen's creations dwelled, where she was the most content and where she could learn to harness her powers under the Snow Queen's tutelage and watchful care...
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So yeah! Thats the set up for my story for Dark Haired Elsa, who I'm thinking of calling Flykra, which means Snowflake in Old Norse according to the internet x)
I see her as being a very feisty and outspoken child as soon as she actually feels safe to be so, and a bit of a handful for Elsa who really never expected to be anything more then the Cool Aunt to Anna's kids. I think she and Elsa get along fairly well overall but there's definitely tension that comes up from both of their past trauma's bouncing up against eachother. Especially as Flykra hits her teenage years and her powers start to grow even more.
But there's a lot of love between all the family still, and Flykra loves getting to hangout with her new cousins and the Northhuldra and the trolls and just getting into good clean trouble now and then.
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I'm definitely seeing this concept art by Claire Keane as Asta and Flykra hanging out now x)
(This would all start a couple of years after my Frozen 3 idea. So my DisneyVerse Frozen Franchise Timeline would go
Frozen - 1843
Frozen 2 -1846
Frozen 3/Frozen the Series - 1847
The Snow Child - 1866 (Flykra is 17)
East of the Sun West of the Moon - 1870 (Asta is 18)
The Snow Queen--1950s
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halfmoth-halfman · 8 months
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So I just read the new chapter, beautful work with the afterlife of Canary and seeing her father Adler again. The flames, the rage, Canary finally being SICK of it---- I am ready for the rage. I also appreicated the way her father just said "you're fault, I may have been shit and like hiring the docotor whose wife I killed wasn't the best idea, but the shit you got yourself is all you" talk bc Canary did try, but now she has that "bitch better have my money", "Jawn" Wick, Alabama riverboat brawl, 'cuz I'll air this bitch out', 'fuck it, I'll do it myself', energy that I just love to see on women *chefs kiss*. And then the face shift from Adler to Makarov really did it for me, and miss girl still held her owwwnnnnnn. She not playin' with y'all no more Graves, Kira, Makarov, 141 + Price inlcuded and even Kate (idk what she'd do, but if Canary got beef, then we all got beef).
And then her choice to go back to the land of the living bc she ain't no punk ass bitch???? Water my crops and made me want to get on my Zoom since I ain't been in session since I graduated and told myself to only take a 2 week break max then get on these job applications. Waking up and already being sarcastic and witty with Rudy is such a change to what I would've imagined her waking up like (being more frazzled, and scared, etc.). And then having everyone in the room tired as hell, weeks taken off her life and whatnot--- THEN TO BE TOLD PRICE GOT ARRESTED BC HE MURDERED HER!!!! Kate better swoop in and do her job, Shepherd better do some white people and police offer shit to get Price out so Canary can dog him for what he put her through. Then I wanna see Canary with the nine from Jamal, I need her hands Rated E for Everyone as a testmant to her last name and who tf she is and always been.
Also, your story is the first story I ever been waiting on for the chapter drop like when people wait on Rihanna for an album. I was pacing, then was like 'why tf is she in PST????' with my EST ass. And I even watched the new Zoey 102 movie to pass time then have a friend on FT bc I was STRESSED. I read through that too fucking fast, and you legit give me the energy to write, I just don't know what to write or feel that spark really. I legit sat here refreshing this forsaken app like it was Twitter lmfaooooo
Lots of love
aaaaaaaa thank you so much!!! 💜
i'm also ready for canary's rage, and her deciding to really embody the adler name and get her money and estate back like the queen she is. adler and canary have a very complicated relationship, and a lot of it stems from her mother's death. i think adler knows that his wife's death falls like 98% on his shoulders, but has shifted blame to canary because it's easier for him to be mad at someone else even if it's his own daughter. he's always been a little harsher on her than he was with graves, but convinced himself that it was for her own benefit and to make her stronger in the world that he was raising her to be a part of and take over.
so, of course, when everything goes down with graves and canary waltzes into purgatory/limbo while graves has control over everything, adler is pissed, regardless of the circumstances leading to that outcome. to me, he has a very black and white view of canary's situation and thinks that if she wanted to, she could've found a way out or to get rid of graves when it's not that simple. for canary, it feels like just another thing he's blaming her for, and she's realizing that almost every man in her life - graves, makarov, adler, shepherd, even price - are all the same; they all see her as a tool to be used, a bargaining chip, and she's not having it anymore. canary really is out for blood now, but whether or not the 141 is going to be included in that is undecided.
i don't think there was any other choice for her than to go back. like wanting to continue the story aside, adler was right when he figured she wouldn't be able to live with herself letting graves win, and canary knew that. sure, if she'd stayed she would get to see her mother and not have to worry about makarov or price or anyone else, but letting graves get away with no consequences after everything he's done to her? absolutely not.
i think she is a bit frazzled, but also more resolute after talking with her father. she knows what needs to be done, she knows she's going to need the 141 to do it, but she also knows she doesn't have to be happy and nice about it either. cordial, yes, but she's not going to forget what they accused her of anytime soon.
who knows what shepherd is going to do with price, but i can absolutely tell you canary's hands are rated e for everyone 24/7 365. she is out for blood, and she doesn't intend on taking any prisoners.
"refreshing this forsaken app like it was Twitter" LMAOOOOO i'm so glad that you're enjoying this fic that much omg, i love reading through everyone's thoughts about where the story's going to go. honestly, you guys give me a lot of inspiration to write these chapters, esp after the 12k one because ngl that chapter was kinda draining for me to write, but y'all made it worth it! 💜
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Jeanette MacDonald (The Merry Widow, Monte Carlo)— vivacious and luminous, jeanette macdonald was known for her beautiful operatic soprano voice. she appeared in a series of witty and sparkling musical comedies directed by ernst lubitsch in the early 1930s, usually opposite maurice chevalier. in the late 30s and 40s she was often paired with operatic baritone nelson eddy.
Katharine Hepburn (Bringing Up Baby, The Philadelphia Story, The African Queen)—This woman. I have been obsessed with her for years. I know the urban legend is a popular one at this point of her walking around set in her underwear when her pants were stolen and she was left with only a skirt, but the pants thing is honestly enough for her to be the hottest in the room in my book. She refused to wear anything else at a time when the public in general and especially the studios did not like that. She was independent, stubborn, and so so very capable. Competency kink anyone? Also, if you want one final way that Katharine's entire life was saying "fuck you" to the establishment, it started young! Her mother took her to suffrage events, and she never got rid of that attitude of justice. I feel like I have barely scratched the surface of all the ways she was such a badass that I'm turning into a rambling mess instead.
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Katharine Hepburn propaganda:
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I'm sure one million people will submit her as an iconic Hollywood star but that iconicness might lead people to forget just how insanely hot she was like she had it ALL she was skilled she was funny she was smart she was beautiful AND she was likely bisexual
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The single word I would use to explain Katherine Hepburn's appeal is *range*. In her acting career, that meant covering all the ground between lush period dramas and the comedies she did with Carey Grant and Spencer Tracey. In terms of hotness, it meant an uncanny ability to bring anything from a Dietrich-esque androgyny to some of the best Classic Hollywood Glamour you will ever see.
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Katharine hep was so cool. The VIBES, the INDEPENDENCE,,, living life on her own terms.
she just had this.... bearing to her, this power. she could be funny, even silly (like in bringing up baby) but also so regal and elegant. she was nobody's fool and dear GOD that's so hot
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She’s not only stunningly gorgeous (those eyes that pierce your soul! a jawline you could cut glass with!) but her delivery and physical presence in roles gives off confidence and authority in such a sexy way (truly the biggest dick energy of Old Hollywood). Her fiery energy in The Philadelphia Story? Unmatched.
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God she's. She's so hot y'all. She has the range!!!!! Funny and dramatic and lovely
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She IS the transatlantic accent. Classically gorgeous and such a strong personality.
She's literally one of the funniest women to ever live! She goes shot for shot with Cary Grant in Philadelphia Story and we damn well love her for it! She's the most annoying creature to ever live in Bringing Up Baby but she's so insane and funny that we simply cannot help but fall in love with her (and root for her to give Grant an aneurysm!)
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i know she's accounted for but i really want to be sure someone has submitted the scene in bringing up baby where she's pretending to be a gangster
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She simply stuns onscreen; you cannot do anything but be captivated by her presence. Also a non-gender-conforming icon and mild tumblr celebrity by virtue of that one picture from The Warrior's Husband (stage play).
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Katharine Hepburn was out here casually changing the lives of young butch lesbians with her gender swag! She wore pants even when people said she shouldn’t, she refused to marry or have kids, and she wore menswear in at LEAST one movie!
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Someone's got to mention it, but she's won the most Oscars out of any performer and is largely considered one of the greatest actresses ever. She's got an incredible voice, an incredible presence, and she absolutely steals every scene she's in. She was private person and deemed standoffish and unapproachable, but she was also profoundly concerned for people's rights and was an outspoken supporter of abortion access. Finally, the Katharine Hepburn slacks look is just iconic. I mean look at her.
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If I start thinking about her face for too long I will cry she is so so hot. Katherine is so charismatic and charming in everything she appears in - watch her adopt a leopard and fall in love with her. Also she has the biggest dick energy ever (she and her pal Lauren Bacall share that accolade). Also had an incredibly long and varied career from screw ball comedies to serious dramas - she’s a queen of the screen and I adore her.
(I hope someone else submits real propaganda but just in case they don't:) Cries. Screams. Wails. The woman who singlehandedly made me realize I was bi. A real "do i want to look like her. be her. or be with her.' crisis, where the answer was all three. Holy shit please all three.
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The startㅤ—ㅤa project showered in secrecy from the God of Nothingness,ㅤto manipulate the powers of the world at his command through a vessel of something tied to it.ㅤAzkal couldn’t touch the course of life in Nayferia and his efforts in doing so were nullified by the last wishes of a dying Goddess,ㅤfor the cycle imposed directly into the roots of the world diligently opposed his own being and even hurt him for daring soㅤ(ㅤhow he dare to oppose life and death's balance in a world where he is not needed for the evolution of things to comeㅤ?ㅤ),ㅤfor this reason he decided to have something to use to reach this goal and make it a reality:ㅤa tool,ㅤa puppet,ㅤsomeone he could use and pull the strings to do whatever he commanded with little hassle until the cycle was dented enough for him to act properly.ㅤCorruption was necessary,ㅤit needed flesh and blood to flourish and bloom,ㅤbeyond what he had carved for it.
Crystal and Siana were one of the most fit candidates of an endless list alongside many victims that weren’t able to see the light of day but due to the loss of the War of the Diamond,ㅤthe project’s funds and interest were scarce and it was left,ㅤforgotten in the records of Valtylia to rot for a while.ㅤThe moment the God of Nothingness took a newly interest in the twins from his darkened prison,ㅤhe got rid of the obstacles to obtain them by any means.ㅤAzkal injured their mother,ㅤtook the twins under his wing and absolutely had the upper hand in what was left of their growth.
The twins went through an indoctrinationㅤ(ㅤfrom methods such as torture,ㅤgaslightning and manipulationㅤ),ㅤmolding their views to vow eternal loyalty to the God of Nothingness.ㅤDespite this,ㅤit was never enough for him.ㅤNever was.ㅤBecoming impatient with the results given even thought they were exceptionally good for some teenagers,ㅤand with the sought loyalty that gave him an open path to exploit,ㅤbrainwashing and the acting of corruption became a myriad of sensations with a sole goal marked by his doings:ㅤmaim and destroy,ㅤconcentrate and finally,ㅤcreate something new.ㅤThe alignment of the God, ㅤthe darkness that was enveloping,ㅤturned into a careful pristine blade to carve and craft the newly versions of the twins.ㅤA desirable embodiment of what he wished of them to be,ㅤpainfully,ㅤaway from the rules of the world that saw both come to life:ㅤa torture that felt like rearranging every nerve into place,ㅤto silence every heartbeat,ㅤputting every memory that had been cracked like a glass inside a fine case,ㅤall to form the finest daughters ever to see the light of day.ㅤAn excruciating method and the illusion of a new beginning.
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Azkal discarded memories and emotions he feel unnecessary for them to have,ㅤerasing any proof of their existence.ㅤTheir bodies changed to fit their new role:ㅤa mastery in shadows.ㅤFor Crystal,ㅤit was the moment her life began.ㅤThe moment her emotions plunged into nothingness,ㅤthe flow of what was natural and logical,ㅤfleeting in memorial,ㅤwas reduced to a mere breath.
The girl became a woman obsessed with loyalty,ㅤwhere all actions were cruel and meticulously well planned were her plans,ㅤcrafted,ㅤdefined and imposed.ㅤCalm and explosive,ㅤher might cold demeanour,ㅤabilities and skills were enough to seed fear into the bravest of warriors.ㅤA force of incomprehensible nature that could tear down her enemies with ease.ㅤFive rulers of the lands at that time were defeated,ㅤleaving only Pandemonium's and Tyr's heirs at the time with absolute freedom and still in control,ㅤdrained and seized of their powers in order to create a way out for the God of Nothingness.ㅤEmerging as victors over many loses.ㅤMany lost their homes,ㅤlost in the war,ㅤput into an iron fist of ruling under their wrath driving many races to near extinction.ㅤThis drove many of the records of that era to be lost to time,ㅤleaving information into the unknown.
The rumors of such deeds granted the twins a title that would carry most of their lives with:ㅤThe Queens of Conquer,ㅤsuch was the dread they'd blossom into their hearts that the people never knew their true names and held such imagery to the twins.ㅤFor those able to recognize them in the present,ㅤit is by title which they refer to.
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Well its finally here my first chapter of my The Witcher fic! It is a Female reader insert fic. You are a princess of a kingdom being plagued by a creature. Your father has hired a semi willing Geralt to not only get rid of the creature but to protect you. AO3 link is here moodboard made by the lovely @sweetpeapod
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Jaskier groaned, "Why are we going to Eirian again? I didn't think they had any monsters there."
"Hmmm." Was Geralt's only response to the bards rambling.
"Seriously Geralt, some background would be nice. I want to know what we are getting ourselves into. You just barged into the inn I was playing at, and demanded I join you in this quest. What is going on?"
Geralt glared at Jaskier, "I have received a letter from the king. His daughter is supposedly in danger. I'm not sure what kind of danger, but he has offered to pay handsomely for my services."
"How heroic! Geralt saving a princess! I can't wait to tell this story!"
Geralt rolled his eyes at the bard before resuming his silent thoughts. He had never gotten a request like this. He wasn't a savior, he was a monster killer. Was it really wise to have Jaskier with him? He was known for wooing women. But, the King and Queen had asked for him specifically to be with Geralt.
"Seriously boys you are going to Eirian as well?" An all too familiar female voice inquired.
"Yen? What are you doing here?"
"Yes seriously, witch, what are you doing here?" Jaskier echoed Geralt's question.
"The Queen of Eirian has asked me to look after her daughter. She believes that the princess may have hints of chaos magic."
"So? Deal with her chaos magic after we get rid of whatever the king wants Geralt to protect her from." Jaskier huffed.
"Sorry bard you are stuck with me. Though it leads me to wonder why you are here?"
"Enough, both of you. Like it or not the king and queen of Eirian want us all. We will find out why when we get there." Geralt groaned longing for silence.
Jaskier and Yennefer both gave each other a glare but opted to follow in silence.
It took them almost seven days to reach Eirian from where they had been. During that time, Geralt made sure to find them a safe place to regroup should they become separated. As they got neared the kingdom, the glittering castle could be seen from miles away. Geralt watched and shook his head as Jaskier was almost jumping with joy ready for a warm meal and a cozy bed to lay on.
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"My lord and my lady, the witcher, the mage, and the bard have been seen approaching the city." A castle guard said kneeling in front of the king and queen.
"Thank you." The Queen said dismissing the guard before turning to a servant, "make sure everything is ready. We are to have a grand feast tonight."
"A grand feast? What for?" You inquire, appearing next to your mother.
"We will have Geralt of Rivia here along with some friends of his." Your mother replied.
You groan, you know you're stronger than what your parents believe you to be. Your father had the general train you in sword fighting from the time you were a small child. Whatever this creature was that was out to get you, was nothing you couldn't handle.
"Mom really?"
"Stop your groaning, and go get dressed y/n. They will be here by dinner."
"Yes mother." You say as you curtsy before turning away and rolling your eyes.
You begin to wonder if it's not just for your safety, but if your parents were trying to set you up for a marriage again. They had always been intrigued by that prophecy.
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As nightfall hit, Geralt, Jaskier, and Yennefer made their way into the palace.
"Hello, our esteemed guests, welcome to Eirian." The king greeted them at the castle door before he gestured them into the banquet hall.
"It smells so good." Jaskier said, almost visibly drooling.
Neither Geralt nor Yennefer said anything as they made their way inside. The room was filled to the brim with people in dresses and nice clothes laughing and dancing. Everyone stopped and bowed to the king as he guided the group towards the head table. Whispers could be heard among the crowd as everyone wondered why a witcher was there, and who these other two people were.
"My love, and my daughter, this is Geralt of Rivia, he is here to help."
"Pleasure to meet you. May I inquire as to who is with you." You ask, looking both men up and down.
"Princess, this is Jaskier, he is one of my most trusted friends and allies. Next to me is Yennefer. She told me she had a summons to come here." Geralt grunted.
"Yes she did. I asked her to come here. Geralt and Yennefer, if the king and I may speak to you in private about why you are here. Darling, make sure Jaskier gets some food and whatever else he requires." The Queen placed a gentle hand on her husband's back and motioned to Geralt and Yennefer to follow.
Your mother gave you a stern glare after she heard your sigh of protest. Rolling your eyes, you stood up and made your way down to Jaskier. You could practically see the hunger in the man's bright blue eyes.
"Come sit with me…Jaskier was it? We have plenty of food."
"Oh thank you! Geralt seems to forget that eating is a necessary thing." Jaskier replied, following the beautiful princess to the table.
He was stunned by her beauty, and the way her eyes shone in the light. He was taken aback by the way that beautiful red dress fell against her body.
You both sat down where you watched the man eat while waiting patiently for your parents. As if he knew you were watching, he looks up and smiles at you with an almost devilish grin.
"So, why exactly is Geralt wanted here? It seems like a lovely kingdom to me." He inquires, leaning in close to you.
"I'm not really supposed to talk about it. But essentially there is supposedly a creature that has been plaguing the land. Mom and dad believe it may be after me now. That's all I'll say. What exactly do you do?" You inquire, noticing the lute sitting by his feet.
"Oh, I'm just a bard. Not really sure why Geralt brought me along. He doesn't even like my music." Jaskier scoffed.
"Ah a bard. Wait...I've heard of you. Aren't you the bard that goes from town to town wooing women and leaving them for that brooding witcher?"
"Hey! I don't go from town to town wooing and using women! Or abandoning them for Geralt!" Jaskier replied, looking hurt.
You give him a skeptical look. Before you could answer, one of the princes approached the table and asked you for a dance.
Jaskier watched you as you accepted, and made your way to the dance floor. He groaned and looked at the plate of food in front of him, no longer really hungry. If the King and Queen wouldn't tell him what was going on, why was he wanted here?
She is so beautiful…how can I show her that I am not as bad as she has heard? But even if I could, why would she want just a bard when she could have a prince? Jaskier thought to himself as he watched the princess dance and laugh.
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"So what is this creature you have hired me to take care of?" Geralt asked.
"Well we believe we are being plagued by a shapeshifter. The village has been complaining about seeing long dead relatives. Or strange creatures that are beyond belief. Some say they have even seen themselves." The King responded.
"Hmmmm"
"A shapeshifter really? That could be hard for us to track. What makes you think it's after your daughter?" Yennefer replied.
"We think she may have some powers that she's not completely aware of. That is why I wanted you here, Yennefer, as you are a very powerful sorceress. I fear the shapeshifter may want her powers." The Queen responded.
"What forms has it been known to take? What times of the day has it been seen?" Geralt chimed in.
"You would need to go back into the party and mingle with the guests, or let them come to you. They haven't really told us. All we know is that there is something plaguing our village. Please, you must help us." The Queen begged.
"I'm going to give you the payment now and more. Geralt of Rivia all I ask is if you cannot defeat this monster, that you will keep my daughter safe. I've heard tales of a possible ambush or attack as well. Please save her." The king pleaded, handing Geralt the money.
The Queen handed Yennefer the payment she promised her, "Yes you as well my dear. Keep her safe and if she has powers, do not let anyone take advantage of them."
"I will do my best. Well Geralt, shall we head back to the party?" Yennefer asked before turning and making her way out into the group of dancing people.
Geralt sighed and followed her. His eyes immediately began looking for Jaskier since the bard was last seen with the princess. After a moment he saw him sitting alone with a sad look on his face. He followed Jaskier's gaze, and found them locked on the princess who was dancing around the room with a tall man. The hair stood up on Geralt's neck…he knew that man...that man should be dead. He made his way over to Jaskier.
"What happened?" Geralt asked.
"She doesn't even know me and has bad thoughts about me! Basically said I leave women for you! As if those relationships just don't work on their own!" Jaskier huffed.
Geralt gave Jaskier a skeptical look and tried not to laugh.
"Has she been dancing with the same man this whole time?"
"I don't use women, I just haven't found the right one! Oh, uh, I'm not sure. I don't think that was the man she started off with."
"Hmmmm" Geralt's eyes landed back on the princess only to find that she had stopped dancing, and was approaching him.
"Geralt of Rivia pleasure to meet you properly. I'm y/n." You say with a mischievous grin.
"Was that man the same one you've been dancing with this whole time?"
"Oh, um, I believe so. Why?"
"You believe so, or you know so?"
"It was a dance! I may have ended up with someone else! I can't really say. Honestly no, that probably was a different man!" You huffed before turning away from the witcher and going over to see your parents.
"What's happening Geralt? Why are you so worried about who she was dancing with?" Jaskier inquired suddenly appearing next to Geralt.
"Stay close to her, Jaskier. Try not to lose sight of her. If you do, come and get me immediately."
"But Geralt…won't it be weird if I just hover over…" Jaskier stuttered.
"You are an entertainer are you not? Play some music. Talk about your songs. I don't care, just keep an eye on her!"
Jaskier nodded and sulked away towards the king and queen. Geralt shook his head uncertain if it was a good idea having Jaskier keeping an eye on the princess, but he didn't have much choice. He made his way into the crowd looking again for that face. It had to have been the face of the man that he had killed trying to defend Ciri. Geralt knew he couldn't get that face out of his mind, ever, but perhaps he had imagined it this time.
“Any luck yet?” Yennefer inquired, appearing in front of him suddenly.
“No…though I swear I saw that Nilfgaardian soldier that tried to kill Ciri a few years back.”
"Wait, you mean the one you killed? How is that possible?".
Geralt gave Yennefer a stern look before continuing to move through the crowd keeping a watchful eye out.
"Do you think she's really safe with Jaskier? Shouldn't we tell him so he can be on guard?" Yennefer stated, finally seeing Jaskier with the royal family.
"Yen…I trust him. He is honestly probably safer with her than she is with him. I've heard she is a formidable fighter."
Yennefer sighed, but before she could explain, a loud boom could be heard outside. They both looked at each other and then back towards Jaskier and the royal family.
The king looked at Geralt with a worried look on his face. Geralt made his way to the nearest window and looked out. He saw all the soldiers running towards the gate, meaning someone was trying to break in.
"The castle is under siege! Everyone should get out!" Yennefer shouted, as she appeared next to Geralt and saw what was happening outside
Immediately, people began to scream, and start to panic. Geralt gave Yennefer a cold glare before making his way over to where the royal family still stood.
"We need to go now. You have a small amount of time. If you'd like to pack a few belongings you better hurry."
The Queen put a gentle hand on the princess's back, and urged her to go pack her stuff. Geralt nodded at Jaskier signaling he wanted him to follow and make sure nothing happened to her.
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The king went off to fight with his men, and make sure the castle was secure. Geralt wasn't entirely sure where the queen had gone, but he knew his main charge was the princess. He had Jaskier and the princess meet him in the servants quarters to avoid detection.
"Alright, no matter what happens be suspicious of everyone. Your parents have told me they believe the main enemy is a shapeshifter. We aren't sure but it seems to be true." Geralt told them.
You roll your eyes, not really convinced there was truly any danger outside of the army trying to bust through the gate. But you follow Geralt out to the hallway. You gasp as you pass a window and see the battle that was unfolding below. Jaskier gently pulls on your black cape draped across your shoulders, encouraging you to keep following Geralt.
"I can help fight. Please let me go help them." You whisper to Jaskier.
He looks at you with the biggest blue eyes you've ever seen, even in this dark room. You know his answer before he can even say it. Nodding solemnly you go to follow Geralt but he had disappeared from your sight. You both look at each other, when you hear a grunt of pain that you knew was Geralts.
Quickly, you run towards the scuffle, curious. Just as you get closer, you hear a malicious laugh, and see Geralt's body flying towards you. You flatten yourself against the wall trying to avoid being hit.
Geralt stands up as his eyes land on you, he grabs you by the arm dragging you down the hall, "there is a dangerous creature up ahead. I need to fight it off. You both will need to find a way out on your own."
Without warning Geralt practically throws you into Jaskier's arms. You brace yourself against the bard's chest, thankful he was strong enough to catch you.
"I can help you fight this creature, let me do it!" You turn away from Jaskier and yell at Geralt, Jaskier held on to your waist, preventing you from running towards Geralt.
"No! You need to get out of here. Whatever it is, it's after you. Now go! Jaskier, you know where to take her!" Geralt shouted running back down the hall.
"Come on, he's right. Where do we go to get out of here?" Jaskier asked, gently pulling you by your waist back in the opposite direction.
You tried to struggle free of his grip, but he was too strong. Realizing it was futile you gave in, but you knew you had to get yourself some form of weapon to defend yourself so you led him to the armory.
"Wait…this isn't an exit. What are we doing here?" Jaskier inquired, as he stopped in the doorway.
"Well we need weapons, there's an army outside, and apparently creatures running around this castle!"
You wander for a moment, knowing which weapons you wanted.
"I'm just a bard…"
Using all your strength you jump up to the two swords hanging on the wall, and force them down. They clatter to the floor. You grab them and hand one to Jaskier.
"Do you expect to save me with the lute on your back? Trust me, just wave it around, and make it look like you know what you are doing. If we survive, I can give you a proper lesson if you'd like."
Jaskier tried not to blush as you grabbed his hand, and showed him the way out to the courtyard.
"This has been way too easy. I feel we should have run into someone by now." Jaskier said, looking nervously around the courtyard.
"Everyone must be by the gate fighting. We need to find horses or something. It's not practical to keep running." You say immediately heading towards the stables.
Without warning, a powerful blow knocked you off your feet. Gasping for breath you turn and see a soldier coming towards you,  his sword drawn and shield in front of him.
"Ah princess (y/f/n), there you are." The soldier sneered, he was clearly wearing the Nilfgaard colors.
Jaskier firmly planted himself between you and the soldier. Knowing he wasn't quite able to fight off the soldier, you quickly stood up, ignoring the pain that coursed through your body, and moved to stand next to him.
"What do you want with me?" You inquire.
"Oh, I'm sure you know why we are here. You need to marry the prince, and ensure our kingdom's safety with your…powers."
"No!" the king shouted, coming from nowhere.
"Father!" You shout watching your father knock the soldier across the head, and watch in horror as the soldier falls to the ground.
"He's only unconscious. You need to leave now. Both of you! Get out of here!" Your father said.
You start sobbing, and go to argue with your father. Before you can, he shakes his head and drags the unconscious soldier out of sight. Jaskier puts a comforting hand on your shoulder as he gently pulls you towards the stable. Once in the stable, luck was on your side as you both saw the horse.
"Only one…what shall we do." Jaskier wonders aloud.
"Guess we will have to share. Get on." You say trying to mount the horse when a sudden pain in your side from where the soldier hit you, caused you to fall to the ground in pain.
"Y/n!" Jaskier shouts running to your side.
You glance down and see some blood on your light pink dress.
"The soldier must have hit me harder than I thought." You say grasping your side.
You could hear shouts from near the stable. Jaskier looks at you in fear before he picks you up off the floor. You both work together to get you situated on the saddle, Jaskier following to sit behind you.
He wrapped one of his arms around you holding you close to him to make sure you stayed on the saddle. Ignoring the surge of feelings, and pain you felt and also the shock of how strong Jaskier was, you grab the reins and navigate the horse out into the woods as fast as you can.
"Where is this meeting place Geralt wants you to take me?" You inquire when you feel far enough out of harm's way.
"Give me the reins. It's not far." Jaskier leans into, you gently taking the reins from you.
You lean against Jaskiers chest and try to process all that has happened. Your whole body ached from the soldier hitting you, probably with his shield, and you worried about why you were bleeding. But that was almost irrelevant as the pain of knowing your family was probably dead, swept through you.
What did that Nilfgaardian soldier want? What did the creature Geralt had been fighting, want with you? You knew you had powers, but you didn't think they were anything worth all of this madness.
Jaskier must have known all your emotions were hitting you, because he used the arm he had wrapped around to give you a slight squeeze.
"It'll be okay we are nearly there. Then I will make sure that soldier didn't injure you too badly. You've been through a lot, please talk to me if you need to." Jaskier whispered in your ear.
You gently put your hand on the arm that is holding you. As much as you want to spill your heart and emotions out to him, right now wasn't the time to do it.
"You're a bard, right? Sing me a song if you don't mind. I just want a distraction. Or tell me a story if you'd rather not sing. Please."
Jaskier smiled, and told you a story about how he met Geralt and the adventure they went on.
You were uncertain how true it was, but just hearing his voice was calming you. It lead you to wonder if the prophecy your mother had told you about was possibly true, and if Jaskier was the man in it. All of a sudden, a sharp pain seized your body and you fell unconscious against Jaskier.
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bridgyrose · 5 months
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Sailor Moon as a werewolf
Usagi winced and pulled back as she held her arm, watching the bite and scratch marks she got from the wolfman start to heal as Ami bandaged her up. “Why did it have to be me,” she whined. “Why couldnt it have been Minako?” 
“Because you’re the only one dumb enough to try to fight it on your own,” Rei answered back. “Though, it is strange that a wolfman came out during the day.” 
Ami finished tightening up the bandage on  Usagi’s arm. “Well, the full moon is still out during the day, so its not that surprising.” 
“But arent werewolves supposed to be a night thing?” 
“There was a solar eclipse, so that might have something to do with it.” 
“Or it was Queen Beryl’s doing,” Makoto suggested. “She’s been looking for ways to get rid of us and sending a wolfman at us wouldnt be too off the mark.” 
Rei nodded. “And it would explain why we saw it during the day.” 
Usagi sighed and pulled her sleeve over her bandage. It had been a rough fight, and while they were able to stop the werewolf, or at least drive it off, everything about the whole situation seemed off. A werewolf this week, vampires last week, zombies the week before… almost as if someone was having fun sending out Halloween monsters to fight instead of the normal goons Queen Beryl sent. She paused in thought as her stomach growled. A nervous smile crossed her lips as she checked the time. “Its getting a bit late and I should get home for dinner.” 
“We should all get home,” Ami said in agreement. “We’ll see you in class tomorrow and then we can see if we can find out where all of these monsters are coming from.” 
“See you all tomorrow!” Usagi waved to her friends as she started to make her way home, thinking about what her mom was making for dinner. Thoughts of beef udon or takoyaki filled her mind as she walked home, slowly turning to craving steak or hamburger. She licked her lips for a moment, then paused as she smelled some meat cooking down the street. It took a few moments for her to get out of her stupor and to start making her way back home. She must’ve been hungrier than she thought. 
Usagi quickly ran home, not bothering to check to see what her mother was making as she rushed upstairs to her room. Since the sun was starting to set, it was easier to make her way into her room than to get questioned by her mom. She threw her bag down at the foot of her bed as she went to her desk to start her homework before bed. 
As the sun set and the moon started to rise, Usagi found herself having trouble trying to focus. At first, it was the sounds on the street of passing cars that seemed louder than normal, the smells of dinner cooking in the kitchen starting to get to her, and the feeling of her hair brushing along the back of her neck. Then there was the feeling of being called to by something outside, nagging at the back of her mind until she finally went to her bedroom window and opened the blinds. As her eyes gazed on the full moon, her mind started to slip as pain coursed through her body. Usagi doubled over as fur started to grow along her arms and back, nails started to lengthen to claws and her teeth started to get sharper. Bones cracked as her clothes tore, feet turned into paws and her face started to become more muzzle-like. Her ears pointed as she let out a loud howl, breaking through her window and running off into the night, instincts driving her through her first night as a werewolf.
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quitealotofsodapop · 4 months
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Are Reborn!IronBull also cursed by Queen Mother of the West? Maybe with Xiao Qi there, they have a better chance of getting cured? If it does, they have no reservations on having him joining their family as a son in law. 😅
Oh gosh I can just imagine the first time the pilgrims run into the Reborn!Ironbull couple is sometime after Reborn!Red starts being friends with Xiao Qi. "Let me invite you to my house!"-kinda situation.
The two sets of parents immediately recognise eachother. They're all are delighted to see an old pair of friends once more, and more so to see them with kids!
Reborn!DBK, booming laughter: "Xiandi [worthy little brother]! I thought you said you and the Macaque would never get along in a million years! Now your calves are storming my palace!" XD Liang, sly smile: "In his defence, most were unplanned." Smokey: *blushing furiously, as the five younger monkeys use him like a jungle gym*
Its all the pleasantries and relaxation and convincing the couple to help them cross the Flaming Mountains for old times sake. But at some point during dinner, Xiao Qi (already having made a good impression on the Demon Bull Couple as a polite little man) wanders up to Iron Fan with a sad look on his face...
Reborn!PIF: "What is it, little one?" Xiao Qi: "It's not fair what Wangmu did to you..." Reborn!PIF, surprised: "What do you mean?" Xiao Qi, tearing up cus hyper-empathy: "Wangmu put a curse on your tummy and it makes it hard for you to have babies. It's not fair." Everyone at the dinner table: *shocked silent* Xiao Qi: *puts a little pink fuzzy hand on PIF's middle. The hand glows, and the image of a seal/magic sigil breaking forms* Everyone: (」°ロ°)」 Σ(゚口゚;)// Xiao Qi, smiling widely: "There! I got rid of it! It wont hurt you anymore, and Red can have a baby brother like she told me she wanted!" *happily wanders back to his seat* Reborn!Red, in the seat next to them: "I told you that in confidence!" Reborn!DBK & PIF: *both looking at eachother in complete shock. Their hands hovering over PIF's middle as they feel a lightness not felt in centuries* Smokey, also shocked but used to it: "Fruitie, I said no lifting curses without asking first!" Xiao Qi, face stuffed with food: "But it was making her sad!!" Liang: "Oh by the buddha! We're so sorry Tieshan! A-Qi has strong healing magic and-" Reborn!Ironbull: *Liang's apology gets cut off as both start crying with joy at the realisation*
Of course with the knowledge that Red's best-friend/crush is a super powerful magic-user with a heart as big as the world, and who lifted a divine curse made by Xiwangmu herself, the Reborn!Ironbull couple are asking for marriage arrangements this century.
Red shrieks in embarassment, while Xiao Qi asks aloud what marriage is.
Smokey and Liang politely decide to leave it up to the kids once they get older, but only get away with that if they agree to actually marry eachother finally - the Demon Bull couple don't want to be potiential in-laws to a couple living in sin! The Fruitiedads can't even argue that they're "just friends/rivals" anymore, that barrier got crossed around the time the five stone-fruit-monkeys happened.
Reborn!Pigsy: "Excellent! Will there be a wedding banquet?" Reborn!Sandy: *lets out a stream of gasp bubbles* Smokey, shrugging with a cheeky smile: "Well guess I might not be a monk for much longer." Liang, similar cheeky look: "Oh please, you havent been a monk for years now." Rest of the fruitiedad kiddos: *happy chirping/barking!*
Tripitaka has to officiate. He faints seconds after the ceremony comences.
Red holds Xiao Qi's hand for years after wards, loudly proclaiming "I'm not marrying him!" while drawing "Mr & Mrs Sun-Demon Bull" into her diary. Xiao Qi is terribly dense but adoring nonetheless.
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kazimakuwabara · 8 months
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(casually slides in) 'sup fam? Came to suggest a word and series to ya. Down with writer's block!
Series- Yu Yu Hakusho (because I have brainrot 24/7 lmao)
Word - family
Thank you so much! Yes, writer's block has me by the throat, but some quick drabbles might help!
Family-
Atsuko had been tossed out on her ear when she'd gotten pregnant. That had been something she'd expected from her parents. They had only made her to keep up the appearance that they were a loving happy couple. Something to add to their "resume," for work, or to tick off a list about how one should live their life.
She'd not known what a real family was like, or how they should behave her whole life. So she wasn't surprised when her parents got rid of her, or when the man who had knocked her up, abandoned her.
But she was a mother to a wild little boy, and she was determined to try and get this "mother," thing down. She didn't think she was doing well, but surely if she kept at it, she'd figure it out. But there was more to being just a mother in maternal care, right? She also had to nurture them and teach them responsibility. Even if it was in small steps. And she wasn't sure she could do that.
"What's the matter hunny?" A lowe femine voice asked, their large shadow looming over Atsuko as she cleaned the tumblers at the bar.
"Nothing," Atsuko said, glaring at the tumblers.
The person standing nearby laughed, and it was such a soothing jovial sound Atsuko turned to regard the person hovering over her. It was her boss, a Queen who went by Mama Maki. She owned the bar, and had hired Atsuko to do dishes when Atsuko had shown up on the streets, more than six months along.
She'd done a lot. Atsuko had stayed in Mama Maki's apartment until she could live on her own, and that was when Yusuke had turned two! Mama Maki had even been in Atsuko's delivery room. Mama Maki was more than just a boss... she was... she was...
Well, she was truly a Queen.
"Come on... enough of that sulking," Mama Maki finally tittered, when their laughter was done, "Tell me what's wrong."
"Yusuke wants to go on his first errand," Atsuko sighed.
Mama Maki scrunched her nose up, "Well... he's five. That's about the right age for it!"
"...Yes but... I don't live in the safest neighborhood!" Atsuko sputtered, flinging the tumbler back into a sink of sudsy water, "And other parents have family to help keep an eye on the child when they take their first errand or at least friendly neighbors!"
Mama Maki chuckled, and then waved a hand in the air as if shooing a fly, "Well, you got us!"
Atsuko regarded her boss with a skeptical look.
Mama Maki pointed out several other Queens in the bar, "Look! You've me, Foxy Moxy, Miss Sake, and Shin-ho Temple! We'll keep an eye on him! We'll even lose our fabulous personas, and watch him in our street-ware if you're worried about us standing out!" Mama Maki put a kind hand on Atsuko's shoulder, "We'll help you."
Atsuko's throat was closing up, and she blinked back a blur in her eyes, "It would have to be on the weekend! That's inconvenient-"
"Pff!" Mama Maki snorted through her nose, "It's fine! Atsuko, you got us! We'll look after your little man, and you. Just let us help you out. Send him to buy Mommy a pack of cigarettes, and the rest of us will tail him in secret."
Atsuko snorted, "He's five!"
"Too young for smokes?" Mama Maki asked, clearly just to be contrary, "Fine! Have him buy you a beer!"
Atsuko laughed again, and then surprised them both by turning and hugging the tall Queen. Atsuko held tight as Mama Maki pat her back, and sputtered at Atsuko's maudlin behavior.
Atsuko had no blood family, save for a wild little boy, but the one's she had found... well. They were truly something special.
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