#may they all seethe while you thrive

[kayurka]

I am a happy rat

#reylo #reylo fandom #rats #the hurricane wars #you again #thea guanzon #kate goldbeck #wishing all reylos a very publish more books and piss people off when they find out the fic is reylo inspired #may they all seethe while you thrive #Did it hurt? #When a bunch of authors from a ship you hate got publishing deals while you were creating nothing and harassing people on social media? #all we do is win

[worldseer]

Unpopular JJK opinion.

If I die in flames for this, I may as well die standing. Fanon Toji is just wrong. Like- that's not him.

Walk with me-

First and foremost to remind y'all:

Toji was abused for much of his life growing up, and likely never recovered from that

Mamaguro is the first and only woman he loved, the one who changed him and made him better. His habit afterwards and likely before was to just go from rich woman to rich woman to get money. It's unsaid if he had relationships with them, but it's more likely he just did jobs for them in between assignments.

He has a gambling addiction, likely because it gave him a sense of choice and control over things in his life. He wanted to feel like he could win at something, if not at being loved and revered by the Zenins. He is not addicted to money itself, or frugal about things.

While not THE BEST father, he only wanted to have Megumi given to the Zenin Clan because he believed he would be treated better and thrive there. Living in luxury and adored for your cursed technique is better than living with a non-sorcerer who struggles to keep money. Hell Megumi is NAMED Megumi because he's a blessing.

Now that that is out of the way, here is the unpopular opinion part. TOJI IS NOT THE LOVER YOU ALL WRITE HIM TO BE! HE'S NOT SOME KINKY DADDY WHO WILL DEGRADE AND BULLY YOU OR STEAL YOUR MONEY. And now I will explain why- 1. By example of Mamaguro, Toji notably softened and let go of bad habits. Yes, including his assassin job and gambling (so no worries about him stealing money). If in fanfic we're writing that he loves you, then yeah, he's gonna be a sarcastic sweetheart. Probably teases you a lot, but still cares and makes effort to show it.

2. As a man who worked a job as a literal assassin, I highly doubt he would want to ever be rough in intimate settings. He wants to keep the violent sides of himself as FAR AS POSSIBLE away from those he loves. So no rough kinky stuff, sorry. He's not gonna consistently degrade you or leave rough marks and bruises from grabbing and tossing you around in bed. He wants you safe, and not to see the man he was before.

3. As a man who was abused, he will likely be polarizing at times. Sometimes he avoids touch, and other times he's all over you asking for attention. He will want comfort, care, and gentle touches. Like the biggest lap dog you've ever seen. Please just compliment him, kiss him and hold him, he needs the reassurance. Or give him his space, and let him be but don't forget to offer something to cheer him up (like meat and offal).

4. He can be VERY bitter, but not overly angry. We know he still has a deep grudge against the Zenin clan and jujutsu society as a whole. It wouldn't be uncommon to see him possibly seething and stewing in silence, or hold more grudges. That being said, they likely wouldn't be held against you (if he loves you). He's cool and level-headed, and rarely lets emotion get the better of him (save for combat).

Thanks for coming to my TED talk, I care too much about characters.

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[majoliish]

i know the obey me boys are all pretty rowdy in their own ways, especially once they've combined forces, but I do genuinely believe that each and every one of them would do their own thing to make sure you feel included in conversations, even if you happen to be a pretty quiet and shy person by nature.

under the cut: the seven demon brothers finding ways to help a reader who struggles to be heard/listened to during conversations

Lucifer commands attention when he's talking, it's just a known fact of the world. Barely anybody ever dares to interrupt him. It may take him a while to notice that you struggle to participate in conversations and interactions, but once he has, it lingers non-stop in his mind until he figures out a smooth way to rope you into the subject. He'll scold those who interrupt you, and sometimes just may randomly ask for your opinion on things, a bit like a teacher randomly calling on a student. Though he can be a bit of a bulldozer at times, he does make a conscious effort to make sure you feel seen and heard, and you get an opportunity to say your part in every conversation.

Mammon struggles with this a lot himself, on both sides - he often talks over others, but also gets talked over in turn, so it really frustrates him to see when you're not getting your turn to speak. He takes a headstrong approach to it, simply demanding for everyone else to shut up so you can speak. If anyone argues with him or interrupts when you're speaking, they'll earn a smack upside the head and a surprisingly stern look ("What, you didn't think I could take authority like that? I'm the second oldest, c'mon, give me some credit!"). He won't hesitate to try and preside over an entire conversation just to make sure everyone is getting a fair turn, and nobody is going on for too long. If all else fails and he knows you're still struggling to break into the conversation, he's more than happy to just pull you off to the side and inform you that you're allowed to say whatever you like to him, the others just get to miss out because they were all absorbed in whatever they were saying.

Leviathan is almost painfully ignorant of how much he can talk at times. He can go for minutes at a time with barely a break to take a breath, especially when it's a subject he's passionate about. He thrives at first when you seem to just let him talk a lot, but over time he begins to pick up on the signs, because he's had it happen to him, too (albeit in a much more over-the-top way from his brothers), and he soon starts to fret over you - he may categorise you as a 'quiet character' archetype in conversations but it's like it hurts him personally to see you try to enter a conversation only to fail. He works really hard to push conversations towards your interests and things you'd know about so you'll be given a fair go and an opportunity to shine and show off your knowledge! (Bonus points if it's also something he likes as well)

Satan is on the ball from the first time he sees it happen, and he silently seethes on your behalf, even if you don't seem all that upset. He agonises over it for a while, trying to hold in his anger until it just pops a few minutes later, and he goes off at anyone who talked over you or wouldn't listen to what you had to say. He's been ignored and spoken over his fair share of times, so it's a touchy subject to him, and he firmly believes that nobody else deserves that sort of treatment. If it happens again, he's on it right away, pointing out that you had something to say, and whoever spoke over you needs to wait their turn (usually in more unfriendly words). If it happens a third time, however, he'll just take your arm and drag you off and insist that he's more than happy to listen to you for as long as you like.

Asmodeus finds it to be a pretty baffling conundrum at first, he just doesn't quite grasp what the big deal is, it's not something he really notices, but if it's pointed out, or there's a certain subject he really wants your opinion on, he starts to pick up on it more and more, and it just won't sit right with him. The more he thinks about it, the sadder he gets on your behalf - to him, not being paid attention to is akin to a dagger in the heart. It's not long before he's figured out his own 'Asmo-coded' way of making sure you stay in the loop. He'll stand close by you when he can, sometimes draping an arm around you, twining your pinkies or holding hands - he has no problem keeping attention on himself, so by including you in his radiance, it's like the both of you are suddenly being listened to - it works like a charm, and you'll have any chance you like to fully dominate the conversation.

Beelzebub isn't really on the ball with social situations - he's a demon of few words, and those words are usually some variation of "I'm hungry.". However, he's had a few incidents where he's had something he felt was very important or genuine that he needed to say and has been talked over by his chattier brothers, so he knows what it's like. You'll notice that he always pays careful attention to you when you're speaking, and will keep his eyes on you even if you trail off as you get interrupted. He's experienced the same situation with Belphie a lot over the years, so knows what signs to look out for, and doesn't want you to go through the same grief his little brother has. He asks follow up questions to your statements and pays careful attention to the things you say - he may not have the greatest memory, but he tries really hard, and his warmth and kindness has a sort of comforting glow to it.

Belphegor, while it seems like he always has the attention of the others, knows exactly how you feel (albeit in a slightly different way). While he's heard, he's not listened to, and others tend to brush him and his words off pretty quickly, only to give praise to someone else when they say pretty much the exact same thing. Once he's started to notice the pattern, it's like he's always got an eye on you (when they're not both closed, that is). It's kind of like a mimicry of what Beelzebub does, but in his own signature way. It's kind of like, when he notices you're being shunned out of the conversation, he's pulling you into a separate little bubble off to the side and making sure that you know that you've got his attention and you're allowed to speak as much as you like to him without having to worry about being spoken over or not listened to.

Please don't repost, steal, copy or otherwise plagiarise my writing! This includes posting translations to other sites and using it to teach bots!

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[am-i-interrupting]

Dinner with Dad | Vox x Alastor’s Child Reader— OATSH

Summary: You reunited with Vox in Hell and took him on a tour as you caught up, ending with dinner at your house. . . with your father.

You had errands to run. Sinners to see. Deals to fulfill. Land to run over.

All in all, since landing yourself in Hell, you’d been doing well for yourself. Some would even say you were thriving.

You’d harnessed your powers in less than a half a year. It didn’t take too long before you were making deals. Within your first three years, you’d become an overlord and you were doing a damn good job at it.

You had a fair bit of Pentagram City to your own. You made yourself a theater. Took a bit out of Rosie’s book and opened yourself one day a week to fix people’s problems. You didn’t have much to complain about, all things considered.

Your bag swung back and forth in your hand as you walked the streets. Several people darted away, recognizing you. A smile stayed in your lips.

It was nice. It was so nice to simply be free. That was the thing that suffocated you when you were alive, was that you were never free. You were always doing a performance and to an extent you still were but you got to choose what it was this time. You didn’t have it placed upon you.

Gone was the sweet tempered, innocent daughter of a brutal murderer. Now in her place was the confident woman with just as much of a dark side as her father.

Not that many people knew you were related. No, most residents of Hell had no idea you and the Radio Demon were kin. Instead, you were just two overlords who were close, like him and Rosie or Zestial and Carmila. It was better that way, safer.

So, you strolled along and people saw you as you were. It was so nice. After a bit less than a decade, you still weren’t fully used to it. Convinced some days you’d wake and you’d be forced to slip on a persona you never wanted.

While you didn’t wake up suddenly alive again, you did stop as something reminded you of your time living. A voice, a very familiar voice came to your ears. You immediately turned towards it.

A mostly humanoid demon was the source. Although, curiously, instead of a head a television was in its place.

“Damn it,” that voice seethed as a different sinner walked away from him.

Your smile morphed into one of genuine happiness instead of general contentment. You couldn’t help but tease. You had to.

You simply appeared in front of the demon causing him to release a noise of shock as he stepped back. You leaned into his space, “Why, is that my favorite TV show host?”

The discomfort fell from his face as pure shock took its place. “Oh my god,” he uttered beneath his breath.

“Mmm, far from.”

“You’re here.”

“So are you. What is it I call you now, exactly?” you asked him.

“Vox.”

“Mmm, that’s Latin, correct?”

“I— Yes.” His screen glitches and the smugness fell from your face. “You’re here.”

“As we’ve established. Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” he said slowly. “Just shocked. I didn’t— You’re. . . May I touch you?”

It was your turn to be shocked. You blinked owlishly several times before you nodded.

Vox tentatively reached out a hand. He placed it on your shoulder. A breath escaped him when it made contact with your blazer.

“You’re here. You’re real,” he said, voice still breathless.

“I am. I am here. I’m real,” you repeated.

Suddenly you were pulled in for a hug. You tensed but quickly relaxed. Your arms wrapped around Vox’s torso as your head bowed against his shoulder.

Mint and citrus filled your lungs. You couldn’t control your fingers, which without your permission balled the fabric of his suit jacket in your hands at the fragrance.

“You still smell the same,” you told him.

“I never thought I’d see you again.” He pulled back. Using his pointer finger and thumb, he held your face in place so he could look at you. “You’re just as beautiful as the day I lost you.”

You felt something wrap around your heart and squeeze it so tightly you thought it’d burst.

“I’m sorry you had to.”

You stayed like that for a moment, just drinking each other in. He looked so different. Obviously but aside from his head and his newly acquired height, his body seemed the same. Granted, it was covered by a simple black and blue suit but the silhouette remained similar.

You shook yourself. “Why don’t you join me on my errands today? It’ll give you the chance to meet some new people, have a proper tour of this place, and we could catch up.”

Vox’s thumb caressed your chin before it slipped away. “I’d like that a lot.”

“Good, because you didn’t have a choice in the matter.” He laughed. You hadn’t realized how much you missed that laugh until now.

Vox was by your side for the entirety of the day. It was nice, comforting. You introduced him to sinners and hellborn alike as your company for the day. Not too many to note. Not many were interesting. Mimzy flirted, as Mimzy does, and Rosie. . . Well, Rosie was certainly something.

She greeted you with her usual gusto and pulled you in for a brief hug before she acknowledged your company.

“Now who is this stripping young man?” she asked, doing a circular gesture as she pointed to him, her arm still wrapped around your shoulders.

“Rosie, this is Vox. We were actually fairly well acquainted when we were alive—“

“Ooh?”

“—Vox, this is Rosie. She is a very trusted friend and overlord of this district.”

Vox held out his hand and Rosie slipped hers into his. He turned it over and placed his other hand atop it.

“It’s an honor to meet you,” Vox said. “I’ve heard nothing but positive words from the denizens of Hell in my time here.”

Rosie placed her hand (once around your shoulder) over her heart. “Why, you sure are a flatterer, aren’t ya?” she said as her other hand slipped from his grasp.

“I’m saying nothing but the truth,” he assured her.

She hummed and shook her head. “So, you knew this one in life? If you’ll let me I’d love to pick your brain apart for information. She never tells anyone anything about when she was alive. Nothing meaningful at least.”

“That’s not true.”

“Oh, yes, it is!” Rosie said. “The most meaningful piece of information about your life I’ve gotten out of you is stuff I already knew about you from your father.”

Vox smiled at the exchange. “Whenever you’re available, I’ll likely be as well.”

You rolled your eyes as Rosie looked at you with a smug, victorious smile.

“Anyway, I’ll quit teasing. Watcha need today, hon?”

You summoned a dress with a sizable, jagged hole. “I was just wondering if you could fix this. I’d ask Niff, but she’s been taking on too much work. I’m honestly afraid her heart might combust. You know I don’t trust anyone else.”

Rosie took the dress and fingered the fabric. “Should be a quick fix. I’ll get it back to you by the end of the week.”

“Thank you. I’m sorry to bother you with something trivial. I know you stay busy.”

“Nonsense, you’re never a bother,” she assured.

“I’m sure that’s not true but I won’t stick around much longer. You were the last stop for the day. You know, save the best for last and all—“

“One lonely woman in a room with two charmers, however will she survive?”

“—so, I’m off to make dinner. Would either of you like to join?” you asked.

“I have plans with Frank tonight,” Rosie said, “so I’ll have to decline this time.”

“Vox?”

“I’ve spent years without your company. I’m not going to leave now that I’ve finally got it,” Vox said.

“Then I’ll warn you, my father and I have what could be considered unique tastes,” you told him.

Vox’s face fell. “Your father?”

“Yes.”

“As in the radio show host?”

“Yes.”

“The serial killer?”

“Yes.”

“Alastor?”

“Is something not clicking?” you asked. “You’ve been in hell two months. Is television so faulty you already need repairs?”

Vox simply slowly turned to Rosie. He was met with the amused smile she now wore.

“I’m almost tempted to cancel my plans and join you,” she said before she walked away. “Good luck!”

“You don’t have to come in if you don’t want to,” you told Vox.

He took a deep, steadying breath as he smoothed down his clothing. “No, no, I agreed to come. I’m not leaving now. I’ll have to meet him eventually.”

“Well, yes, but today as been a lot for you,” you said. “We can cancel this and you can meet him in a public place if you’d rather.”

“He won’t try to kill me, will he?”

“Why would he?”

“Right. We’re just friends. I’m just meeting my friend’s father.” You felt a weight on your chest but brushed it off quickly. “Who is a serial killer, a very powerful overlord, and the only sinner who’s ever permanently made other sinners disappear.” He yanked open the house door, “After you.”

You entered the house and heard your name called. “Yes, daddy, it’s me. I brought some company,” you called back as Vox closed the door. “Here, let me. . . Your jacket.” Vox stood nearly perfectly still as you slipped the suit jacket off his figure, then placed it on the coat hanger.

“I’ve never heard you call him that before,” Vox said.

Suddenly you felt yourself feel something you hadn’t felt in years, self conscious. “I— Southern thing, I guess.”

“Who is this—“ Alastor’s smile went tense as he looked Vox over. “You’ve brought a picture box into my house.”

“This is Vox,” you said, a nervousness coming to you that hadn’t been there before. “We knew each other when we were alive. He’s a good friend.”

“Oh, I’m sure. Well, any friend of my daughter’s,” his voice trailed off. He snapped his attention to you. “I’m in the mood for venison.”

“You are always in the mood for venison.”

“Would you rather I be in the mood for something else? Television perhaps?”

You rolled your eyes, already sensing that tonight would certainly be something you’d remember.

Vox tried to help and it was a valiant effort. However, Alastor insisted that no help was needed. Saying with everything but words that he didn’t want anything to be tainted by Vox. You made sure to give your father a well placed elbow.

“So,” Alastor began when food was on the table, “how did you two meet?”

“Well, we—“

“Now, now, dear,” he interrupted, “it’s polite to let the guest answer. I can ask you any time.”

Vox put on smile, one rehearsed, one that even digitalized you recognized. “We met your daughter was a guest in my television program. She was promoting a book she wrote. She hadn’t even spoken two sentences before I realized I was in the presence of a truly remarkable woman.”

Alastor’s eyes narrowed. “Personally, I’ve never been in the habit of making friends with my guests.”

“As all of Hell knows,” Vox replied.

“I’ll admit, I’m a vain man,” Alastor said with a fake laugh following. “Why was it your show in particular?”

You opened your mouth to speak but Alastor held up a hand. You literally bit your tongue. You tasted a bit of copper in your mouth and couldn’t help but wince slightly. Your hands curled tighter around your fork.

“Television has been on the rise in the last decade. She recognized this and seemed to plan accordingly. My show was one of the more popular. However, it wasn’t the only one she went to. I do recall tuning into what was once your station and hearing her there.”

That caught your attention. You didn’t know he’d listened to any of your other interviews.

Alastor rested his head atop his folded hands. “You listen to radio?”

“I’m known to occasionally indulge,” he answered. “I do recall listening to your show actually, when it aired. Truthfully, it was one of my favorites. You’re very talented at what you do. Covering your own case even, a very bold choice.”

“As I previously said, vain.”

Some time later, dinner was over and so was the interrogation. You felt yourself breathe again at the idea of this evening being over. Funny how you’d had no reservations until Vox and Alastor were in the same room.

You grabbed Vox’s jacket off the coat rack. You hooked your fingers underneath the shoulders and held it out for him.

“I’m capable of putting on a jacket myself,” he said.

“I know.”

He turned around and slipped his arms through the sleeves. You smoothed down the shoulders. Your hands stayed there, only rotating in place as you moved to the front of him. You smoothed down the lapels. Then you did the buttons.

You lingered for a moment, just feeling his warmth underneath your fingers.

“It was good to see you again.” You looked up at him. “I hope we can do this again some time. Minus the dinner with dad. I’m sorry about him.”

“It’s alright and I’d love to.”

You nodded to yourself.

The two of you simply stayed like that for a moment. Your hands on his chest. His hands dancing at your elbows before he moved to grasp them, holding you in place.

You reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck. His hands traveled to your waist. He pulled you closer.

“I missed you more than you’ll ever know,” Vox said, voice breathy and barely above a whisper.

You held him tighter. “I missed you too.” Reluctantly you both pulled away. “Should I walk you home?”

Vox laughed softly, “Your father would think I kidnapped you. I think he’d kill me.”

“He wouldn’t.” Vox gave you a look. “I’m serious.”

“If you say so. I’ll be fine though, thank you.” His eyes darted over your features one last time and he re-tucked some hair back in place. “I’ll see you soon then?”

“Yeah.”

With that he left and for some reason, you felt like he was taking something with him.

#vox x reader #hazbin vox x reader #one author two show hosts

[ghost-n-butteredtoast]

Idk if you take requests (I think I've seen you respond to them before but if you're not currently taking them feel free to ignore!)

Can we get some dom!alci x sub!reader? Some smut and fluff/comfort? Maybe reader was acting out bc they felt insecure and Alcina "punishes" them but also simultaneously makes them feel better about themselves?

I sure do! I may not advertise it, and it may take me a while to get around to it and I maaaaaaaay veer off the path of your request a TAD bit, but I SHALL DELIVER.

Notice I started out this little request last year, as it takes place during Christmas. But you know life and all gets in the way...

This will also be posted on AO3.

But now, she is finished. I hope you enjoy!!

The Taste Of Punishment

Christmas at Castle Dimitrescu.

The snow swirled in the alcoves of the courtyard beneath the now-darkening sky above. The cold radiated off the glass of the window, its chill so intense it nearly made your burning skin ache.

You continued to scowl into the courtyard as the maids behind you straightened the stockings that hung from the mantle, dusting and sweeping, ensuring everything, even the darkened corners were perfect for the lady and her family’s Christmas celebration.

They quietly hummed Christmas carols and giggled amongst themselves as they whispered about the gifts they had received.

“I can't believe the lady gave you a gift!”

“What do you think it means?”

“How thoughtful and yet-”

They quieted when they heard your feather duster hit the floor. The rush of hot air from between your parted lips fogged the window, and you stormed out of the room and to your quarters.

It had been a known fact that you were Lady's favorite, and had been for quite some time. Her interest in others had ceased to exist and her focus remained solely on you. And though her fondness for you seemed to run deep, she kept you at a distance all while keeping you on a short chain, wrenching you back to her side when she thought you had strayed too far.

At first, the lady was aloof but possessive, which drove you wild. She took you when she wanted and laughed when you craved her attention, never giving in to your desires until she saw fit. She flirted with other maidens to get a rise out of you, both in your presence and in secret, knowing word would get back to you in time. She would find you seething in dark corners of the castle, claiming she could smell your anger and how it turned her on. You were jealous, and she thrived off the energy.

Over time her behavior changed. She warmed up to you and you began to trust her with your heart though she never truly gave you her own. She was always just out of reach, but you would take what you could get, and you would serve your heart to her on a silver platter.

You had thought she had changed her ways, but this gift another maiden had received…from the lady herself! How could she? You were absolutely furious! Your vision narrowed and your pulse rushed as you tore through the halls, slamming your door and throwing yourself back against the hard wood once alone in your sanctuary.

When you had left your room earlier you had left it dark, extinguishing the lamps before you left. Now, however, there was a single candle lit on your nightstand accompanied by a red envelope.

You tore through the red paper revealing its contents. It was a card and on its cover was a golden embossed Christmas tree. When you opened the card, your insides plummeted.

Season's Greetings!

A. Dimitrescu 

With nostrils flaring, your rage catapulted you back through the halls of the castle and into the main hall. You clutched the cardstock with its generic holiday message in your hand, crumpling the thick paper in your fist as you approached the roaring fireplace. Your chest heaved. You were so enraged, that tears dared not escape from your eyes, for they would dry instantly upon the heat of your cheeks. You stared into the flames, failing to notice the presence that watched you from the landing above, and in the blink of an eye, with all your might, you chucked the card into the fireplace.

How dare she! After all, she had put you through! From torment to tranquility, you thought you had sailed through the turbulent seas of Lady Dimitrescu, nearly drowning multiple times, but finally washing up onto the shore, into the safety of her arms.

…only to receive a shit Christmas card.

You looked up…

Stupid stockings. Four of them. Three for the daughters and one for the lady herself. Your hand twitched at your side, and before your brain could catch up, your fury took over. With a growl, you ripped your Lady's stocking from the mantle and threw it into the flames.

“Oh, temper, temper!” came an amused voice from the landing above. 

Wide-eyed, you spun around to see your Lady approach the stairs, each step painfully slow, her eyes never leaving you. Her gloved hand slid along the banister, the leather creaking with the occasional grip of the curved wood.

“My Lady, I-”

“Hush!”

And silent it was, except for the wind that whistled in the flue. Beads of sweat trailed down your back as the flames of the fireplace danced behind you. The sweat bled into your scratchy uniform, making your discomfort grow.

Your Lady's smile was trouble, her pearly white teeth glistened making them all the more menacing. “I've killed for less, drained maidens for accidentally destroying my property. But you,” she said closing the distance, “you chose to be destructive deliberately! Much like a mutt destroying its master’s shoes because it desperately wanted its master's attention and were-,” she paused and tilted her head, choosing her word carefully to make it bite, “rejected.”

Your lips quivered. Oh, how small she made you feel, but you loved her all the more. She was the master, and you were the mutt. She could kick you, causing your body to slide across the floor and into a wall and you'd still grovel back to lick her boots. How you hated her for that.

“Rejected, yes,” you huffed. “Your giving gifts to other maidens yet leaving  a rather simplistic greeting card for the maiden you prefer to bed and feed from would tend to make one feel rejected.” You tore your gaze from the floor, lifting your head proudly and accepting your fate. “So, if you are finished with me, do what you will. Drain me. Craft me into your next vintage,’ you said, your voice lowering to a murmur, “I grow tired of being humiliated.”

Lady Dimitrescu cocked a perfectly arched brow and snorted. “Me? Humiliating you? Darling. You needn't any help from me,” she said while tracing the length of your arm and then grabbing your wrist. “You're doing an exceptional job all on your own!”

You growled at her words, and she tugged your arm, pulling you towards the grand staircase.

“Wh-where are you taking me?” you demanded as you nearly ran to keep up with the towering woman.

“Upstairs,” she said, her tone flat.

You nearly lost your balance trying to keep up with your Lady's strides. “Upstairs? Don't you mean the cellar, my Lady?”

Her grip on your wrist tightened. “If you wish to behave like a brat, you shall receive a brat's punishment,” she responded as she pulled you along.

You dug your heels into the floor taking up a runner along with it. “No!” You howled, trying to wiggle from her grasp. “I demand you take me to the dungeon!”

Lady Dimitrescu’s maniacal laughter rang through the halls. “There’s the insolent brat I know and love!” 

Love?

You would have questioned her word choice had you not been throwing a tantrum, not that you would have had time to, as she hoisted you into the air and flung you over her shoulder, knocking her large hat off in the process.

“You absolute brat,” she snarled before delivering a slap to your ass.

“Aaaaaaah!” You wailed, “Put me down this instant!”

It was no use. Your Lady continued to march down the halls and into her chambers, flinging you onto her bed before she turned back to the door to lock it.

The click of the lock made you shudder. You had fully expected to be drained for your ill behavior and yet somehow you ended up in her room. Her back was still to you when she began to speak.

“What am I going to do with you?” She said thoughtfully. She was smiling. You could hear it. Oh, it made your blood boil.

“Why?” You finally demanded. “Why would you give…her…a gift?”

Your Lady looked over her shoulder. “Who I give gifts to and the reasons behind them are none of your business! But if you must know,” she said, finally turning to face you, “that wretched little doll of Lady Beneviento’s destroyed a particular maiden's book, and I replaced it. That is all.”

Your brows knit together. “And the card you left me?  Season's Greetings,” you sneered, “signed A. Dimitrescu? It…was so cold …IT WAS CRUEL!”

Lady Dimitrescu put a hand on her hip. “That card was not intended for you. Your card was an invitation to dine with me this evening!” she bellowed. “It must have gotten mixed up somehow…” she trailed off, scoffing when she realized she was being derailed from her argument, “point is, you need to reign in that temper of yours!”

So the gift to the maiden meant nothing. The card was a mistake. You acted a fool and now you were going to get it.

She stalked towards where you sat at the end of her bed, and you scrambled back up onto the mattress, not knowing what sinister plan she had concocted in her mind. She could be playful, she could be cruel. Interactions with your Lady were like a game of Russian Roulette; she gave you a rush and it was terrifying…take your chances, pull the trigger, no bullet, laugh it off - and she would laugh, too, her red lips curling into that sadistic smile. A laugh that both turned you on and struck fear into your soul.

She crawled on top of you but still gave you room to back up as she followed you. “Back against the headboard.”

You didn't have a choice as that is where she caged you in. Your back hit the headboard, knocking the wind out of your lungs, not that there was much wind to lose. You had spent it during your fit. 

She was nose to nose with you now, grinning, her eyes narrow slits as she approached your neck and inhaled your scent. “You smell divine. Even more so when you're worked up.” She chuckled before nipping at your neck.

“Arms up.”

You did as she asked. She sank back onto her heels and reached for the silk rope that hung from the post. Taking your wrists, she tied the red silk around your pulse point, snuggly; you were not going anywhere.

Your eyes followed her hands and then settled on her breasts as she purposely leaned into you to tie the other wrist. Your mouth watered as you desperately wanted to trace the veins with your tongue. She could feel your heaving breaths on her exposed skin and she chuckled darkly.

“Enjoying the view, are you pet?”

You giggled nervously. “I'd be lying if I said no, my lady.”

“Mmm, yes.” Lady Dimitrescu hummed as she knelt to your level once again. “And you know how I detest liars.”

She studied you briefly, her eyes raking up and down your body, making you feel small yet desired all at the same time. “I-I thought you were going to punish me, my lady.”

She chuckled as she pulled away, her eyes leaving you to look at her own hand. With a flick of her wrist, her claws came out. You swallowed hard, and though you were nowhere near the fireplace, you began to sweat bullets once again, and she noticed.

“Oh, darling, you look flushed! Perhaps we should remove this uniform.”

Before you could object, your lady cut through your dress and apron, her claws slicing through your garment with ease. All you could do was gasp as you were frozen to the spot; flinch and you might lose your life.

“Much better,” Lady Dimitrescu purred as she witnessed the wave of goosebumps wash over your bare flesh.

She removed herself from the bed and walked to her vanity. You watched with great anticipation as she undressed. If this was a punishment, you thought perhaps you should act out more often. 

She stepped out of her gown, leaving her in the lacy undergarments that clung to every soft and voluptuous curve so perfectly. Mirror, body, mirror body - your eyes could not choose a resting place. You wanted to see every angle of your lady. You wanted her to come to bed.

Your eyes traveled down the backs of her toned legs but shot back up to her reflection when you heard her moan. There, in the mirror, you saw your lady pleasuring herself. Slightly bent over, she held herself up with her left arm while her right hand had slid into her lacy underwear to stroke her wet folds. Her raven curls slid further down her back as she tilted her head back. Her crimson lips parted to release a pleased sigh, making your core throb with want.

All you could do was dig your feet into the mattress. She was driving you wild and all you had was the ability to squeeze your thighs together. You were wet, and surely you had soaked through your own underwear at this point.

Once again your eyes didn't know where to rest, but you had failed to notice her eyes were locked on you. Your eyes met, and she grinned, sinking a digit into her own core while moaning your name.

Your arms and wrists ached as you pulled at your restraints. “My Lady, please!” You whined.

Your Lady didn't have to work long to make herself come. Her expert fingers could unravel anyone within mere seconds if she pleased. She knew her body, but she was drawing this out to make you squirm.

She added her hips into the mix, thrusting herself into her own hand, the vanity shaking with each movement. 

Any second now, you expected her to stop, to make her way back over to the bed and put you out of your misery. Though you were nearly naked, you were sweating and wet with anticipation. 

But she didn't…

Golden eyes disappeared behind thick, black lashes when she came, her groan morphing to a sinister chuckle as she slumped over her vanity trying to regain her composure.

In the reflection, she peered at you through black curls that had fallen in her eyes. You were exhausted from your tantrum and unanswered pleas. Your fingers tingled from the lack of circulation and the sheets beneath you were damp with sweat. 

Your lady straightened her posture and made her way over to you, her fingers still glistening with her arousal. Pure excitement coursed through your veins as you watched her, longing for said fingers to touch you, to be inside you. A whine escaped your lips when her knee met the top of the mattress and she hovered over you, drinking in your pathetic state.

“Poor little darling,” she cooed. Her eyes made a path down your body, starting at your bound wrists down across your now heaving breast and finally landing on where you ached for her touch the most. Her lips curled with great satisfaction; your desire was apparent, even while still clothed, you were so incredibly wet.

“So riled up and desperate to be put out of your misery,” she said reaching for your underwear, but stopped when she saw your hopeful smile. Her smile dropped completely and so quickly it sent a shiver down your spine. Instead, the hand that she had been pleasuring herself with moments ago grabbed your chin. She inched towards you, her lips coming ever so close to your own. The smell of wine and tobacco taunting you; she was so close.

Instead of her lips meeting your own, she dragged her wet fingers over your lips, leaving what was left of her desire for you to taste.

You desperately wanted to lick your lips but you were so incredibly stunned by her departure from the bed. You tugged on your restraints and fought back the urge to beg. Surely she was coming back. Wasn’t she?

Lady Dimitrescu sauntered back over to where her dress lay on the floor and stepped back into it, letting you watch as she slowly covered the garters and lace that adorned her curvaceous body. Once back in her dress, you found the ability to speak.

“My Lady?”

“Hmm?” She sweetly responded while fixing her hair and smiling at her reflection.

“Are we to dine with one another still…tonight?”

She turned to you with a look of pity and amusement upon her face. “Oh, pet. Lick your lips,” she chuckled darkly. “That is your dinner!”

“What!” You blurted not caring how loud your voice was.

She walked back over to you and grabbed a blanket that had been draped across the end of the bed. “I absolutely adore you, brattiness and all, but a punishment is a punishment! You didn’t think I was going to let you off that easy, did you?” She smirked. “You see, while I am away, you can take some time to reflect,” she said as she graciously covered your shivering form. “And while I am enjoying my dinner, you may…savor the taste of your punishment.” She smiled wickedly at you before turning to take her exit, making sure to add a little sway in each step. 

“My lady?" You screamed after her. "MY LADY!”

If they were quiet enough, the people of the village might have heard your screams of anger ring out through the Romanian countryside as you yanked at your restraints and trashed about in your lady’s bed. And if you had been quiet enough, which you weren’t, you would have been able to hear your lady’s laugh echo through the castle halls as she made her way to the dining room.

Hope all of you savored the holidays 😉 Happy 2024, dear readers!

#alcina dimitriscu x reader #alcina dimitrescu x oc #alcina x female reader #lady alcina dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #house dimitrescu #resident evil village #resident evil alcina #re8 fandom #re8 village #fanfiction

[stonedregulus]

masterlist

Until You’re in My Arms Again (Remember Me)

Rating: E Ship: Harry/Ron Chapters: 2/? Word Count: 9.2k Summary:

Rating: E Ship: Harry/Ron Chapters: 2/? Word Count: 9.2k Summary:

Rating: E Ship: Harry/Ron Chapters: 2/? Word Count: 9.2k Summary:

Three years after the Battle at Hogwarts, Ron and Harry are trying to figure out their feelings for each other without ruining their friendship.

With You I’d Dance in a Storm

Rating: E Ship: James/Regulus Chapters: 5/20 Word Count: 22.3k Summary:

James is like the sun. He shines down on everyone he meets, helping them feel warm and happy, helping them grow and thrive, and yet he has no idea how much that means to everyone he touches—he has no idea how dreary it gets when he's not there. But when the clouds shift, and he's able to shine through all the shit the universe has put in his way, he brings people back to life. Regulus wishes he was like that. But he's not. Not even close. No one needs him. — The reason sex ed was implemented at Hogwarts.

Tell Me Pretty Lies

Rating: E Ship: Evan/Regulus/Barty/James, Sirius/Remus, Hugo/Noah Chapters: 1/15 Word Count: 4.1k Summary:

“James, I love you, but you’re a fucking idiot,” Remus said, crossing his arms.

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Unexpected Visitors

Rating: E Ship: James/Regulus Chapters: 6 Word Count: 9.6K Summary:

Walburga and Orion show up for Christmas. Regulus aims to please his gaslighting mother while also attempting to stand up for himself. — Walburga finally rises from her chair seething as James sneaks past them to join the kids in the garage, “I have done nothing but love you and want what’s best for both of you, but you think I’m so hard on you! You have no idea what it’s like to grow up not good enough for your own mother. I may have been hard on you both but it was out of love!” “Oh? We don’t know what it’s like to never be good enough for our own mother? I’m sorry, did you blackout for our entire childhood?”

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I Stayed There

Rating: M Ship: Barty/Evan Word Count: 2.1k Summary:

“I can’t lose you again.” & “Don’t raise your fucking voice at me.” + Rosekiller — It’s like he’s been transported back in time to that place he tends to haunt when he’s left alone with nothing but his thoughts. When Evan told Barty he’d found someone. When he told Barty he was happy. When Evan left him there in that restaurant. When Barty realized he’d been living in a fantasy of his own design thinking the boy he’d loved, loved him back.

Sorry About the Blood in Your Mouth

Rating: E Ship: James/Regulus Word Count: 1.7k Summary:

Regulus kills Lily and then he and James fuck covered in her blood. That’s literally it.

Baby, Kiss it Better

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[stories-and-stars]

Dreams of Chaos Pt-3

She could describe how it felt the next morning, pain....

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She woke to a warm sun and birds chirping, panic set into her heart when she opened her eyes. Laxus wasn’t next to her, his coat was still under her though. She stood and made her way out of the small cave they'd taken shelter in. Holding herself on the rock wall, she shielded her eyes to the sun. As her vision adjusted to the bright light her panic only turned worse. Laxus wasn't anywhere and there were signs of struggle. Broken branches and burn marks from what looked like his lightning scattered the ground. How could she sleep through this, what was happening? Her eyes welled up and her throat burned. 

“ y/n , I’m here” She knew it wasn't the one she wanted to say that but the comfort of Mystogan would be a welcome one.

“ Do you know what happened?!” she didn't mean to yell at him but her emotions were begin to slip away from her.

“ I’d heard what happened at the guild hall and came to see you. I found them searching the area for you and watched from a far. They came across you two sleeping and waited for Laxus to come out by himself. He may have just wanted fresh air or to drink some water but when he did they attempted to talk to him. They had Wendy attempt to erase your memory of him while she forced you to remain asleep. Laxus fought to stay and get them away from you but the sheer number they brought he couldn't fight them all. Though he did try harder than  I've ever seen him try before. He truly cares about you.” The cloaked wizard began to explain to her. She couldn't hold back the tears anymore and they flowed down her cheeks. Mystogan embraced her and let her weep. 

“ why do I remember him then? Do you know where they took him?” she muttered through clothing she was clinging onto. 

“ I stopped her from being able to do anything to your memory from my view point. There was nothing I could do to stop them from taking him. I would think they took him back to the guild. What their plan is, I don't know “ he held her a little tighter. She let go of him and wiped her eyes so she could see. His heart heavy for her. She raised her hand and summoned a lacrima from her bag. 

“ Show me Laxus” She felt herself growing angry, fearing the worst. 

The ball lit up slightly and began searching for his location to allow her to see him, it finally stopped on a scene she could not bear to see. They were torturing him in the guilds basement. He was in magic cancelling handcuffs and bruised severely. His screams as they struck him again drove her over the edge. She shattered the lacrima out of rage and in a deep voice Mystogan hadn't heard before,

“ Get out of here” 

He took off from his spot as he felt her energy multiply. She was angry for the first time in her life and he knew this could be catastrophic. All he could do was have faith in his friend, that she’d save Laxus and control herself. As he traveled farther away he wondered why she told him to leave until a wave of energy pushed past him. He turned to see a pillar of magical power shooting upwards. She destroyed a half mile area easily and the pillar of energy itself was frightening. This is her power, he was glad to be on the right side of it.

She pulled her magical power back down and tried to calm herself. Her veins felt hot and she knew there were no words for the anger she felt. How could they do this to him. If you want someone, 

“ Come after me!” Her yell echoed through the nearby canyons. 

“ You are too cowardly, Makarov” she seethed. She took off from her spot with magical energy burning behind her. She landed heavily at the front of the guild hall quicker than even she thought. Moving almost as fast as Laxus had, she smiled to herself. 

“ I’m here, my love” she whispered. Her wrath multiplied her power ten fold, this is what chaos thrived off and she knew it. She had no doubt she could control it, She’s never thought more clearly. 

Much like the giants wrath ability Makarov possesses, she too had chaos’ rage. Her steps shook the ground and the buildings structure began to quake. If the guild thought they knew fear, They didn't know anything. She made her way to the large door and took a few steps in. 

“ This is what I knew you were!” Makarov screeched from his post. 

She ignored his ignorant plight and sent her magic to retrieve his broken body, She felt her energy pick him up and her heart shattered at his state. She felt every sting of every bruise. As gently as she could, brought him forth and laid him in her arms. He was unconscious, which brought her some relief that he could not feel these injuries at the moment. 

“ What I am?” She spoke.

“ Look at what you are” She said softly but her words could not have landed on the ears of the guild any harder. She cradled him in her arms and held his face. Tears welling in her eyes but none fell. She broke the cuffs off as if they were a toy and dropped their pieces to the ground. The horrified faces of the guild members turned to their beloved master.

“ you tortured him? while he was defenseless? “ A pink haired wizard asked with a hurt voice. The old fool started muttering a defense he could not think of fast enough. Laxus stirred in her arms and opened his eyes. 

“ y/n, You’re here” his voice almost gone. The tears flowed freely now with a smile trying to show on her face. She placed a gentle flower like kiss on his forehead and turned towards the one responsible again as he bellowed,

“ A hero will destroy you to save the world, a villain will destroy the world to save you. remember that Laxus” Her face softened at this remark.

“ I will destroy everything “ she said with a smile, 

“ if he were to ask it of me” she finished. He smiled with what energy he had left to. She picked him up and held him in her arms. 

“ I could be evil, I could be. You are right about that. But with this power and this life all I've chosen to be is a simple woodworker and to love your grandson” she spoke to Makarov but looked at the man in her arms. His eyes were closed but she knew he heard her. While her attention was on the blonde in her arms she did not see the blast coming towards her. As she saw it, a black haired iron wizard stood in its path. Shielding both of them. 

“ It's not a sin to love someone” His gruff voice spoke at the master. More of his guild mates stood between Laxus and the master, standing up to him and his fear. They knew what he'd done to Laxus and what he was still trying to prove was wrong. 

“ Thank you” she smiled at the group of people who restored her faith slightly. She turned to leave while holding him. She knew he'd need to rest for a long time from the beating he took for her. 

“ Laxus if you walk out that door, you are no member of Fariytail !” Makarov yelled to her back and she stopped. Her anger grew,

“ He can't walk from the beating you dealt him!” her scream echoed through the hall. Laxus’ weak voice came through, 

“ set me on my feet” he looked up at her. She gave a warning look but did as he asked. He stood shakily on his feet. As she went to move from in front of him, he smacked her ass and gave a sly grin. She couldn't help but smile.

“Hey, I love her too” he paused and her cheeks felt warm as he looked at her. 

He put up a fist and before she could tell him not to, he gave a big middle finger to the master. Laughing while putting his arm around her shoulder to help him walk out on his own two feet. She saw a few smiles from the wizards that stood to guard them and smiled in return. once out of the guild hall, She held him again and used her magic to carry them both back to her place. He laid himself into her bed and groaned at the movement. Her heart hurt at the sight. Just the night before he was happy and content with her bruises. She smiled at the memory that somehow seemed far away. She pulled over a chair and sat next to the bed. He couldn't keep his eyes open and fell into a needed sleep. She sat and listened to his ragged breaths and watched his chest rise and fall. Tears ran down her face, no sound or movement came. She could only try to process what had happened in such a short time. She didn't know how long she sat there simply watching him. It was dark out when she finally came out of her thoughts so she decided to lay next to him. Making sure not to lay too close and hurt him, she curled next to him and closed her eyes. 

Waking up the following morning, panic once again consumed her as Laxus wasn't next to her. She leapt up so quickly she stumbled and had to catch herself. Running out of her room and searching the house she could not find him. Tears started running down her face in fear they got him again. 

“ Laxus!” she screamed but her voice broke. Her throat hurt and everything felt hot. She threw the door open and held herself up on the door frame. He was standing outside in the morning sun with some tea. 

“ lavender and lilacs “ he smiled before turning to see her tear stained face. His smile fell and he worriedly asked,

“ what's wrong?”. She waved her had to say I’m alright.

“ I thought they'd got you again, It’s okay” she smiled. 

“ Oh I didn't even think about that, I’m sorry. I didn't want to wake you” he stood next to her now. She calmed down some and smiled at him. 

“ It’s okay, Are you feeling better?” she questioned. He nodded and sipped his tea again. She lightly wrapped her hands around his waist and breathed him in. They stood like this, enjoying the sun and the breeze. She smiled devilishly and looked up at him,

“ after you are recovered, I want you” she smirked at him. He almost didn't respond, sipped his tea without looking at her. He raised his eyebrows studying the cup in his hands, with a straight face and a completely normal tone of voice, “ well I’m healed “. She cackled as she ran from him into the house. 

“ No mister you are not” she played back as he ran inside after her. The smile on both their faces returning and as long as they had each other, never leaving. The dreamscape no longer needed for either of them. She was here and he could make her a storm whenever she needed. 

#laxus x reader #laxus #dragon slayer #fairytail

[deathleadsarc]

may i just, go over why making her a Drow from a Lolth-sworn family was my best idea?? Here's some info on Lolth

Lolth was a goddess of cold cruelty not out of place in the darkest depths of the endless Abyss, reveling in betrayal and bloodshed and toying with everyone from her minions to her victims. She not only enjoyed, but thrived upon torture, destruction, and death, whether personally performing it or causing it. Every interaction was ultimately done with malice, ill will seething from her every move, and even those who knew her well could be surprised by just how deep her viciousness went. Her malevolence could be compared to the rage of the brutal orc deity Gruumsh, but where his fury was as mindlessly violent as a force of nature, her malice was complicated and deliberate. Furthermore, Gruumsh could at least be said to be steady and constant in his hate, whilst Lolth's was utterly capricious.

Lolth demanded absolute fealty and obedience from all drow, and questioning her motives or wisdom was considered a sin. This applied even to male drow despite her considering them to be unclean, and she took vengeful notice if one abandoned her faith. She also secretly desired the worship of other types of elves, as well as humans, and enjoyed corrupting them into her service even more than torment and devastation. In contrast, she fomented unending chaos amongst the drow, eternally setting them against each other. Ostensibly this was to weed out the weak and complacent, leaving only the strongest, cruelest, and most devious to serve her, and to some degree she believed this, but it was also simply for her own amusement and supremacy.

Despite her demands for loyalty, those who blindly obeyed Lolth's demands would find themselves quickly led to their deaths. In truth, Lolth's capricious nature meant that there were few hard-and-fast rules, and much uncertainty as to her desires. The successful had to pay attention to her ever-changing wants, for her favor was fickle, and those who she played favorites with (a frequent occurrence) would inevitably find her turning on them without warning. The Spider Queen was technically capable of displays of kindness and aiding those she fancied, and would always give one chance for the disfavored to redeem themselves, but this usually meant a dangerous mission and in others might just mean silently watching their next move. She could never be relied on and her ultimate motivation was almost always manipulative.

Lolth's promotion of infighting amongst her worshipers led many to believe she was insane, and this assessment was not baseless. Indeed, ever since her fall from grace her sanity had frayed and fractured until she became the petty, conniving monster she was commonly known as. Her will was not merely fluid, but often times contradictory, although even if she was mad, the drow placed more importance on a deep and devious sense of cunning than mental stability. Ironically, for all her demands for obedience, nothing demanded her attention and admiration more than treachery, even towards herself (if only temporarily). Guile and political ruthlessness were the signs of her favorite servants, and she ultimately admired ambition more than she did loyalty.

So naturally, the 'King' in Qistina's main story has become a Queen in BG3 for her to overcome. While she would respect and revere Lolth in the beginning, she does NOT appreciate being controlled or trapped. What a better choice than for the queen of spiders to be the only thing that could trap her? Anyway, I'm reading up on the dnd lore surrounding it so I can better flesh out her nice backstory!! i just love it sm and really want to yell about it

it also means that she doesnt have to be a human age, i could just as easily keep her around 536 :) you know. the Drow do live up to 750 years!

#ooc.

[yzareenxiv]

FFXIV22: 1- Cross

For this year’s FFXIV Write Month, I will be doing stories exclusively about Y’zareen’s time in the Void. These are connected to the stories:

The Obsidian Labyrinth

Foster Aberrant Scale Baleful Avatar Adroit Friable Heady Preaching to the Choir Oneirophrenia Commend (sequel to Oneirophrenia) Thunderous Crane

While they do jump around in the timeline, they are memories (or “Meanwhile, elsewhere”s) that Y’zareen is slowly and carefully uncovering as she begins to go through The Obsidian Labyrinth. This is based on headcanon that was created prior to the 6.X patches/series so may not perfectly jive with official canon. Due to the nature of the Void, many of these stories will feature disturbing content. Content Warnings will be tagged and posted at the top of each entry. Please enjoy!

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((No Content Warnings))

The Queen Mother of the Court of Fleshly Delights, also called the Dark Court of Delights, also called “that domain of sick, deviant abominations live”, was stalking back and forth, back and forth, the sound of her many legs clicking on stone floors then muffled by deep-piled rugs was louder than it would have been naturally, driven by her consternation. That creature and all her delicious aether, all her power, had not yet yielded. She was not thriving, this much was true. Her time among the hunting beasts had changed her, made her more feral, more predatory… but the Queen Mother knew that the cunning behind those green eyes had been there long before the woman had landed in her domain. If that… that… well, she couldn’t remember who exactly had given her the idea to throw the woman to the hunting beasts, but once she remembered she would make them pay for making the woman a potentially more dangerous foe.

As she paced and seethed, the Crimson King, who was both her consort and her most deadly foe, opened the door to her private rooms and waltzed in without knocking. He had an insolent smile on his face under that wide-brimmed hat as he took in the destruction she had created before speaking.

“So, then, what’s all this?”

The Queen Mother rounded on him and pointed two arms and a leg at him. “Get out! Unless you have something useful to tell me, get the fuck out!”

She couldn’t tell, his face aside from his glowing red eyes was in shadow, but she had the distinct impression that he had raised an eyebrow. Before she could strike out, though, he swept into a deep, courtly bow that saw him removing his hat before rising to look at her clearly with those impossibly beautiful features. Damn him. Desire seized her, as it always did, and she knew he saw it as his eyes glowed more brightly.

“I do have…several ‘useful’ things for you, majesty, that I will be happy to remind you of shortly. However, I also have news. The Commander General, to whom you bequeathed the slave recently, is reportedly very cross. While he has seen nothing outwardly rebellious in the creature, he has suspicions that you granted her to him as some kind of trick.” He said, his expression bemused.

The Queen Mother crossed her arms, all of them, and snorted. “Of course I did. He’s a fool to think a gift from me would ever be anything else.” Pausing, she mused. “Plant the idea in his household that he should be more harsh on her. Push her. I want to know if he is strong enough to make her break where the Houndmaster could not.”

“Your will be done, majesty, as ever.” The King moved to replace his hat and half-turned.

“Wait.”

When he looked back, it was with a devious smirk and his free hand raising to tug the cravat at his neck loose.

#y'zareen serhan #stories #ffxiv rp #ffxivwrite2022 #the void

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[anthonybialy]

Oh, No: Hochul

Subway shovings have just begun.  New York’s criminals will continue being treated like victims while actual victims will have whatever isn’t stolen taxed away.  Albany commits quasi-legal theft.

Voters in a state that embraces freedom if opening prison gates counts are apparently eager for more targeting.  New York is full of masochists.  Suffering under Joe Biden wasn’t punishment enough.  Federalism sometimes means extra ruinous policies get enacted closer to home.

The erstwhile Empire State can stop creating bad examples for everyone else to avoid.  A progressive hellhole offers a concentrated dose of the flailing bossiness that’s lamentably become a trend in these oh so enlightened times.  There’s a promising update for any state resident who didn’t feel kicked around enough by inflation.  Plundering is New York’s only thriving industry.

Dodging responsibility will remain a popular Democratic hobby.  Warning about those not in power getting their way as their own policies fail is the classic excuse that does everything but improve the state’s fortune.  They just need more of their brilliant ideas enacted, you see.

Kathy Hochul’s strategy of chasing away anyone who wouldn’t vote for her was the wisest strategy she’s ever pursued.  That had to have been her plan, right?  I wish there could be an easy way to tell what approach is successful like seeing if Blue States lose population to Florida and Texas.  Unlike the miserably grabby way Democrats see the economy, electoral votes are a zero-sum game.

A liberal economy sure is illiberal.  The prototypical tax and spend hive is running out of prey.  I’m sure they’ll attract more successful people who are eager for a pilfering.  Seeing humans the way vampires do is a sure sign politicians respect liberty.  What We Do in the Shadows is a fake documentary about the real scenario of people who gladly enable those who exploit them.  Presuming money earned by taxpayers is hers compensates for Hochul’s thorough lack of personal productivity.  Elect those who know how to spend better than you do.  

Being locked in the state with seething fiends is not as compassionate as billed.  Acting as if posting bail is a crime has allowed actual offenses to increase exponentially.  The parodic take on liberal policies is all too real.

Hochul may as well blame a microphone for the moronic things she spews.  New York is in for another term of blaming guns for crime as criminals disregard gun control.  The state’s restrictions on a constitutional and human right are strict enough to classify them as provincial.  You can be neighborly to Canada without adopting their refusal to trust citizens with basic liberties as your house policy.

The governor has made it virtually impossible for those who obey laws to arm themselves.  Meanwhile, felons who are willing to commit one more will have no problem with paperwork.  She really cares for certain people within the state.

The worst thing about the return to lawlessness is having the precedent of knowing how bad it was and avoidable it is.  We don’t even get authentic ‘70s grit out of the worst throwback possible.  The primitive 2020s will apparently be spent perceiving everyone but lawbreakers as lawbreakers.  Concluding that those arrested have been violated while scoffing at the mugged like their wounds and missing wallets are a conspiracy is how Hochul flaunts compassion.

The only New Yorkers not endangered by crime are killed before being born.  Nobody fretting about ridding themselves of babies at will had to worry, as Hochul is dedicated to preserving the option to discard those in wombs when she’s not preening about how the NRA causes kids to be murdered.  Abortion was a winning issue this week for Democrats just like slavery in the 1850s.

How will your money be spent?  Enough participants within the jurisdiction in question voted away the right to decide.  New York’s particularly odious capital makes corrupt cabals look like benevolent republics by comparison.  Funneling any results of prosperity through arrogant elected idiots means the state is like the mob, only unprofitable.  Those who keep voting for the same miserable predation think it’s the only way politics happens as they reinforce the calcified arrangement.

Unfortunate election lessons are the only benefit.  Jeffrey Dahmer could win because his name stars with a D.  While he’s deceased, he has name recognition from a recent fictional portrayal that could land him on a ballot.  Sticking with harm shows once again that Democrats will vote for their party no matter what.  Trivial matters like consequences and suffering will not deter those who think the party of Hochul helps compassionately despite ho3 rust is winning the war.

Supremely delusional backers who elected an incumbent for the first time display a dedicated refusal to check results can’t be considered steadfast.  It’s no wonder Democrats hate free markets when they reward failure.

As for the man who couldn’t beat a documented failure, Lee Zeldin offers evidence that anyone who has ever smiled at Donald Trump will be unable to contend.  Anyone paying attention to the emptiness behind the chintzy gold could’ve told you those aligned were making a deal with a rather obnoxious devil.  Trump’s going to be much less clever about not honoring its terms.  The only thing worse than falling for him then is continuing to do so now.

A Trump pal was the least worst option compared to giving Democrats another chance.  Elections presently suck even more than usual.  Trying to choose the less rotten option has never been less fun.

Sicko New Yorkers re-hired an all-time dolt with impossibly awful record in a job she inherited from an autocratic scumbag who killed off grandparents when he wasn’t treating women like his property.  Andrew Cuomo’s replacement is a slightly different style of scumbag.  Hochul now gets a full term to inflict woe.  Voters saw just how bad life got, had a chance to halt the agony, and chose to reward her.  The sad state of New York demonstrates how liberalism is about making everyone else suffer, too.

[brokermath1]

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[y4wnjunz]

tidal wave - two

word count: ~1.3k (quite short but i’ll make these chapters longer as time and i get comfortable posting <3)

summary: in which a trio falls madly in love with each other. will the group come to terms with their feelings or spill them to each other?

pairing: yeonjun x afab! reader & beomgyu x afab! reader

genre: f2l, polyamorous relationship, fluff, angst, and eventual smut

warnings: mentions of cheating, insecure reader, arguments, explicit smut and love triangle. (if there’s anymore warnings or things that you may think will make others uncomfy please let me know!!)

a/n: tumblr is based on reblogs not likes so please if you enjoyed my work reblog it and show me your love <3

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to this day, you and beomgyu never let the memory die, as it was the main situation that blossomed the special friendship. now that you and the boys were older, your bodies changed, personalities and hobbies began to thrive more.

it’s always “heeseung this” or “heeseung that”, it made the boys slightly jealous as the only time you talk about them is when they do something funny. as months go by you and heeseung become distant toward each other, he hated that your only friends were two of the hottest boys on campus, lots of heated arguments and screaming competitions arose on a weekly basis.

one day as you were walking home, you spotted heeseung with his arm around one of your classmates, soojin. you simply nodded and hid your face as you walked past. as soon as you got to your apartment you threw your bag on the floor, locked your front door and immediately broke down. granted you and heeseung weren’t together for too long, but nine months and with your first ever boyfriend, fucking hurt. you hated seeing how happy he was chatting with soojin, while he never gave you the time of day anymore, let alone smiled when you were with him.

one day as you were walking home, you spotted heeseung with his arm around one of your classmates, soojin. you simply nodded and hid your face as you walked past. as soon as you got to your apartment you threw your bag on the floor, locked your front door and immediately broke down. granted you and heeseung weren’t together for too long, but nine months and with your first ever boyfriend, fucking hurt. you hated seeing how happy he was chatting with soojin, while he never gave you the time of day anymore, let alone smiled when you were with him.

as the school week comes to a close and you haven’t left your bed other than to cry in the shower or relieve yourself, beomgyu and yeonjun knew something was up, especially after seeing heeseung and soojin all up on each other. yeonjun walks up to the boy and grabs him by the collar.

“where’s y/n and why are you macking all over this chick?” yeonjun seeths. heeseung just shrugs and told him that if he was so worried about you then he should check on you himself. this pissed yeonjun off, to the point beomgyu had to attempt to drag him away with the help of taehyun. the boys decided to leave campus and use their spare keys to go inside your apartment. it looked as if nobody was home until they heard a cough come from your room. they rush down the short hallway to see you hiding under the covers sniffling. they pout and crawl onto your bed, easing the covers from your face and kicking the half empty water bottles off your bed.

‘at least she’s somewhat hydrated,’ beomgyu thought to himself.

your phone goes off with heeseung’s contact popping up, yeonjun notices this quickly and answers your phone. heeseung couldn’t say he was surprised, but hearing yeonjun answer the phone pissed him off. heeseung told the man to put you on the phone, only for yeonjun to yell at him about being a lowlife cheater and that when he sees him all hell is going to break loose. you sat in beomgyu’s arms sobbing as yeonjun continued to yell at the man on the other end.

“yeonjun that’s enough. he’ll get what he deserves, right now we need to comfort y/n,” beomgyu says, snatching the phone from yeonjun and hanging it up. the boys offer to take you out since the dark circles under your eyes is telling them that you haven’t eaten properly nor seen sunlight. you nod and raise your arms, asking one of them to pick you up. both the boys come toward you at the same time, which led them to argue about who should pick you up.

“you held her while i was going off on the phone!”

“but nobody told you to go off, so therefore, i should carry her!”

the boys kept going back and forth until you told them to rock, paper, scissors for it and whoever wins gets to carry you. in the end, beomgyu got to carry you and yeonjun picked out your outfit. of course, yeonjun being yeonjun, he picked out a cute baby pink dress with white shoes and a jean jacket for you. the boys shuffled out your room and patiently waited for you to finish getting ready in your living room. they hear your door open and walk down the hallway, peaking around the corner to see the boys smiling at your appearance.

“damn yeonjun! you have style. never would’ve thought you’d be smart to actually find something that matches,” beomgyu snorts. yeonjun slaps the back of his head and smacks at him.

“it’s hyung to you little one,” yeonjun rolls his eyes. you and the boys walk to the nearest convenience store to buy snacks and drinks to have for your picnic. hours go by, the sun is starting to set and your relaxed in beomgyu’s arms as yeonjun shows off his tricks on his skateboard. everything almost seems unreal and perfect until the three of you noticed heeseung as he was marching toward you.

“what the hell y/n? first you ignore my texts then you never show up to school and now you’re whoring around with these two?” heeseung yells. yeonjun grabs him by the collar and throws an array of punches onto heeseung’s face. you and beomgyu sat there frozen, having no clue what to say until you see blood trickle from both their noses.

“guys! stop it before someone calls the cops and believe me if that happens i’m not saving either of your asses,” you yell at them. the boys stop brutally assaulting each other’s faces and looked toward the ground. you walk up to heeseung and add a good slap to the many bruises scattering his “perfect” face.

“i never want you to talk to me again. you are a lying, cheating and backstabbing bitch. i hope soojin does better than me because you’ll never have my ass again,” you spat, heeseung tries to come up to you when you put your hand up to stop him.

“you heard her. leave us alone.” beomgyu grabs your hand and turns away.

well there goes your park date. you and the boys pack up and head to beomgyu’s car where you spot soojin tending to heeseung bloody lip and nose. you scoff as you get in the car and beomgyu turns on your favorite song to try and lift your mood. beomgyu drops you and yeonjun off at your place as he has to tend to his bird back at his place. you kiss him on the cheek and run up the stairs to your apartment. you and yeonjun cuddle on your couch after changing into something much more comfortable and turn on a movie. one of your favorite songs from the movie comes on and you squeal with excitement. yeonjun stands you up and dances with you, the moment was short lived as you kept stepping on his feet and not listening to his instructions on the dance he’s trying to teach you.

you and yeonjun fall asleep on your couch, cuddled up underneath your super fluffy blanket with random tv shows playing in the background.

you’re truly thankful for the friends you have as you have no idea how you’d handle the situation of today by yourself. beomgyu sat at home smiling at his lockscreen of you, him and yeonjun at the river eating ice cream. he knew he was down bad for the both of you, but he has no idea how to confront the thought, in the meantime he turns his phone off and sleeps dreaming of you and yeonjun. the only ones he truly loves, other than his bird of course.

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[seafoamreadings]

week of november 7th, 2021

aries: if you're involved in academic pursuits or anything that requires intense study, really immerse yourself in it this week. if you find yourself struggling to get tangible results, that's okay, let it be a week for planning and generating ideas/strategies.

taurus: at the end of the week mercury opposes uranus in your sign. you may find yourself blurting things out. but since you go into the week armed with this information, perhaps you can hold your tongue from oversharing and instead just sift through the things others blurt out. some of their accidental information might be useful to you.

gemini: your ruler mercury is one of the busiest planets this week; this can have you feeling nervous and agitated so grounding is important now. avoid arguments; be careful not to even accidentally start them by unwittingly making criticisms that can hurt other people's feelings. keep your mind occupied, but try to do this with minimal external influence.

cancerians: after last week's new moon this week may be a welcome reprieve or an energizing but pleasant little jolt for you. you thrive in your full mode of nurturing those who need you. but, even with such a supportive quality of time, don't push yourself too far - save some stamina for later too! life isn't always like this. cook good, but meals and freeze the leftovers for the future.

leo: on the one hand this is likely not an easy time in your most important relationships. on the other hand, if you can master the art of unconditional love, or just get a little consciously closer to mastering it, you make your struggles quite worthwhile.

virgo: for virgoans the week is perhaps best summed up by the word "volatile". this is probably not a word most virgoans find encouraging! but where change is needed, here it comes. ready or not. so try to be ready!

libra: as the sign of the scales, you need your balance. fortunately this week it is easier to find than it has been in a while. if something *is* throwing off your equilibrium, make finding a way to restore it your top priority.

scorpio: your week's astrology is dominated by mercury and mars. correspondingly your thoughts might be dominated by seething and your words and actions in the external word might be dominated by sharpness or harshness. consciously mitigate as needed but do so without denying or repressing the underlying needs that are speaking up.

sagittarius: the echoes of the past (perhaps even the very ancient past) that were stirred up by the south node's presence in your sign have rewound themselves all the way back to the first degree of your sign. before very long, they recede all the way into scorpio. make their last days with you productive; find the omens and record them.

capricorn: it's a fairly quiet week for your sign but don't forget that you're hosting venus for a good long visit. keep things suitable for her tastes. even if it seems trite or silly to you normally, increasing venusian themes in your own life right now is very auspicious. it's okay to be beautiful, daydreamy, and even a little bit lazy.

aquarius: i don't expect this to be an easy week for most aquarians. arguments or simply internal conflicts are almost certain to arise. note the underlying themes and what you can do to soothe them. flashes of anger or indignation are trying to tell you something.

pisces: other folks around you get all worked up about small things but the odds are good that you're living in a bubble of peace and love. don't let them tell you that you're doing anything wrong; if you're happy and they're not, whose shoes would you rather be in right now?

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[daisychainez]

Fic: Where am I at? pt.4 (pt.1, pt.2, pt.3, pt.5)

I guess I gotta start somewhere

Peter Parker x Michelle Jones Watson (post-NWH) wish a dashing of Ned Leeds being a bro

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It takes a minute or two for his brain to absorb Michelle’s departure, his hand ghosting over the necklace she laid on the table. For a second he considered climbing out his window and webbing down to the ground in order to catch up to her before she left the general vicinity of the building, but what would he even say? What could he say?

She’d heard him think she was Felicia, heard him thank Felicia for saving him, heard him say he owed Felicia in what could be misconstrued in a sexual way. Felicia had become a close acquaintance, and yes, there was something simmering there in the background, but her general grey-ness stemmed any desire for Peter to explore whatever tension they held. Her being the only one who knew his secret identity was honestly 95% of the reason he entertained her presence, that being a problem of his own making.

Maybe this was a good thing, maybe this way Michelle would stay out of his life. Stay out of Spider-Man’s destructive wake, have a chance to be safe, to thrive, and most importantly stay alive. Everything Peter touches eventually withers and dies; a broken heart she could get over, her dead in his arms? He might as well put the gun to her temple himself.

Which begged the question of what to do with Ned who seemingly had not moved an inch in the few minutes since Michelle’s departure.

‘Dude, if she’s no one important, you gotta let MJ know. You can’t just let her leave like that!’

Peter picks up the necklace and moves over to stand behind the small desk near his bed. He toyed with the chain before setting it down near that ever present little blue coffee cup.

‘I’m not gonna go after her Ned. Like I said, I don’t need you or her in my life, and you sure as hell don’t need me.’ He stared out the window, his back to Ned.

‘Bull.’ Ned snaps. ‘That’s an absolute load of crap and you know it. Yes, I’m so pissed at you, literally seething, but I’m not going anywhere. There’s nothing that you can say that will get me to leave - I’m your best friend, I’ve known you since we were in kindergarten, I’m staying and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.’

He turns to face Ned, his jaw clenching and unclenching.

‘Ned, please, don’t make this harder than it has to be.’ He bows his head, curling his right hand into a fist. ‘I’m a ticking time bomb. One day it’s gonna go off and everyone around me will either be hurt or die. I’ve already lost so much, I can’t in good conscience lose you and Em too.’ He’s sincere, hoping Ned can finally understand why he needs them to stay away from him.

‘Enough with the self sacrificial bullshit Pete. You may think your protecting us but your not, you really really are not. You don’t know what the last two years have been like for MJ or me, you don’t know what we’ve been through.’ He walks over to Peter, an arm tentatively wrapping around his uninjured shoulder. ‘Give me back my agency Pete because I’m not going anywhere.’

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She didn’t know what she was thinking, all these fantasies she’d concocted in her head. Remnants of dreams she’d been having the past few months, growing more intense as she had spent the past three days cradling his fever laden head after his close brush with death.

She’d ran her fingers through his hair as he lay unconscious, desperately waiting for him to open his eyes so she could gaze into those brown orbs that had been haunting her dreams.

It took a little while for her to remember, or at least figure out her vivid dreams were not a product of her overactive imagination but echoes of a different life.

She’d remembered his promise, the unspoken three words she didn’t let him say. Even though he never vocalised it, she remembered it written all over his face. At least up until 15 minutes ago, that’s how she had recollected that moment. Now though, she second guessed herself. Was he even going to say them back to her that fateful morning before they parted? She knew he liked her but had he ever felt the same way, felt the same depth of emotion and adoration as she had for him?

She kept thinking about that broken promise; these past two years of him choosing to stay away. He didn’t want them… He didn’t want her.

She stopped on the corner five blocks away from Peter’s apartment building, her eyes welling up with fresh tears. She’d been so foolish to ever think he loved her in the same way she had him, to think he’d want her in the same way she wanted him. All her daydreams as she gently caressed his forehead these past few days, thinking, dreaming, of all the ways he would wake up and make it all right. The way he would tell her he needed her as desperately as she needed him.

God, what was she thinking? He didn’t need her; his words echoing around her head.

#spideychelle #petermj #peter parker x michelle jones #michelle jones #spideychelle fic

[softlyjiminie]

to hold a dragon’s heart | k.t.h

⇢ pairing(s): dragon prince!kim taehyung x warrior princess!reader,

⇢ word count: 19.1K.

⇢ rating: 18+, mature.

⇢ genre: smut, angst, fluff,  forbidden romance, dragon shifter!au, royalty!au, enemies to lovers!au.

⇢ summary: two kingdoms, two hearts and the world between them. your whole life has been a challenge,  never an easy moment on your road to becoming queen but will one decision, one encounter with the man you were destined to hate, change the fate of your worlds, forever?

⇢ warning(s): please read! major character death, violence ( torture scenes + fight scenes ), war, cursing, alocholism, unrequited love, arranged marriages, failing marriages,  imprinting, painful sickness, unexpected pregnancies, slight prejudice against mythical creatures and women, heavy smut, unprotected sex ( please wear protection ) , virgin + dom!taehyung, virgin + sub!reader, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, oral sex ( male + female recieving ), nipple play, light degredation + dirty talk, breeding kink, cumplay, creaming, cunnilingus, slight exhibitionism, male masturbation,   taehyung has a two-headed penis (with spines), teaehyung has charcoal flavoured cum— i may have gotton carried away…

⇢ author’s note(s): hello everyone! this is my contribution to the @ficswithluv​ Love Library project! i was a part of the fantasy category with @jamaisjoons​ !! i worked really hard on this fic, and it’s probably my biggest work, i’m so proud of it so i really really hope you guys enjoy and leave some feedback <3

⇢special mention(s): i would like to thank my baby, miss gia of @fantasybangtan​ for helping me muse and giving me inspiration to complete this fic, as well as giving me feedback on this hefty boy n making it’s beautiful banner !! ( also i named the sea after you ) anddd my little babie @fantasyjoon​ for letting me name a kingdom after her teehee. I wuv u guys <3

two kingdoms, two hearts and the world between them. your whole life has been a challenge,  never an easy moment on your road to becoming queen but will one decision, one encounter with the man you were destined to hate, change the fate of your worlds, forever?

on opposing sides of the enchanted forest, lay two kingdoms. one, painted with magic and mystery, from the soils to the creatures that rules the skies. the other, a land blessed with human life, cultivation and opportunity.

the Avalerian dynasty, land of the mystical and the Phantis empire, land of the man. both peaceful kingdoms, until war struck.

when you were young and with a curious mind, when tales of battle between warrior and warlock were used to put your infant heart to rest, you would ask questions. many of them, but one always seemed to snub the minds of your elders. 

“why do we fight the war? why did it start?” you would beam curiously up at your mother, Queen aadaya. she was a beauty, hair dipped in the white snows of the Huntcan tip mountains, laced with the silver moon at its highest. her skin was smooth, illuminated by starlight and her heart, as pure as any gold. but queen aadaya was a warrior, trained in the arts of her people, like her mother and her grandmother before that. she had hoped to one day, train yourself and your siblings as well.

your mother shuffled over on the bed, squishing your eldest brother, hoseok and yourself, while pulling your younger sister—tamarae, into your lap. 

you remember so clearly, your mother tilting her moon crescent eyes and brushing back the hair on your face. “we fight for safety, of you and all children.”

lies.

you had yet to learn, as a naive little five year old, what war could do to innocents such as your mother. such as your people. war was not kind to anyone it met, it’s  raging scent of death and decay and blood reaching every corner of your once ethereal home until nothing was left. nothing but sadness, loss and a hole in your heart. 

you lost your mother by order of assassination on the night of your eighteenth birthday. they say, as a revenge attack, for the death of the dragon king but it was then that you learned that war took no prisoners, it had no mercy. war was not like the lullabies and stories your mother told. that day, the kingdom mourned the loss of their queen, and you mourned the loss of your mother, the safety she promised, a lie on the ghost of her lips. 

hoseok was drafted into the war not a year later, his own doing. he trained hard but not as good as yourself, you would joke. he was to keep hold on some land by elvin territory and whilst it wasn’t much, it was everything to your brother. hoseok could do something to avenge his mother. the day before his deployment, you sat with your siblings on your bed like you would as children, sneaking snacks from the chef’s daughter that hoseok promised to wed on his return. the three of you giggled and smiled and reminisced, ending the night with tears and tight grips on each other, praying that your family would be together again.

years later, you sit aged twenty one in front of the royal court. with hoseok gone and your father unfit to rule, you were next in line to inherit your mother’s throne. the chair itself, towering with a twisted golden design, was forged from the molten treasures of the dragons themselves. tamarae sits to your left, poised in a lesser dramatic chair and gown and to the right of you, your advisor, jungkook.

“why have you come?” your voice drifts through the throne room, eyes narrow on the pathetic excuse for a man before you. your father rises from his kneel, watching you with pleading eyes. in the years between now and your mother’s death, any relationship with your father had dwindled. he grew power hungry, gambling away any riches in hoping what he earned would replace the loss in his heart. he drunk whatever he could find, rendering himself ill. you often wondered why your mother ever allowed such a man to father her children. 

“i come, with but a suggestion, daughter.”

tamarae looks to you, worry struck on her young, delicate features. yet, your steely gaze remains in line with your father’s, an anger brewing in your stomach. it was not uncommon for your father to want to challenge you in front of the court, undermine your power as you made your road to queen. you had yet to prove yourself, according to the court but you hand an inkling feeling that was your father’s doing.

 “a suggestion, pray tell?” you jest, replacing your glare for a delicate smile. a giggle bubbles from your lips, making the lords and ladies flinch. “my people and armies are fed, the livestock and farms are thriving, we have hold on all land claimed by men and yet, dearest father, you continue to doubt me.” like your mother, you had many who doubted your role as a women in power, you learned to be kind but ruthless, in order to survive. 

the man himself, withered to the bone with sagging old eyes and a wheeze in his chest, rises from his knees with a dark glint in his eye. “my grace, whilst i mean you no disrespect, but by royal decree you are still unfit to rule,” he explains, gesturing to the court with wide arms. “you lack one thing.” 

narrowing your eyes, you lean forward in your throne as your jewellery glitters and rustles around your neck. the tension in the room is thick, a knife would barely be able to cut it, “like, what?” 

“a king.” 

you rip your body from your seat, sister following suit along with your royal guard. how dare he? the sick man, run along and say you needed a king to help guide you as queen. your mother had managed just fine on her own, taking the throne from a young age and resisting the temptation of men. until she met your father, a lowly bread maker and made him the man he is today. 

he had always envied her power, much as he did with yours. 

“a king? a king like you? pathetic and on his knees like the drunk bastard he is. i digress,” you seethe, much to the amusement of your court. but your father knows your wit, knows your weakness, after all he is the man who raised you. 

“it is by royal law, for a young queen to marry, my dearest YN...” the man begins, tilting his head up at you as he basks in the support of the lords and ladies around him. “and if you want to prove yourself worthy to the court, i suggest you start, with accepting a suitor.” 

“ridiculous!” 

an advisor from beside you, the predecessor to jungkook, steps forward wordlessly and blinks to you as if he’s asking permission to speak. “with all do respect, your highness, your father does have a point...it is required of you by law to...” 

their words are silenced with a quick glare, your nostrils are flaring from how angry you are and suddenly the blue silk gown that you wear is too tight and too fitting. tamarae places a hand on your shoulder to help calm your nerves, your little sister had always been in tune with your emotions, much like your mother had.  the young princess even resembled the queen, with tumbling wisps of snow white hair and kind eyes. 

“breathe,” she whispers to you, helping you fix your poise. “you’re doing just fine.” 

standing up talk, you ease your shoulders and smile smugly at your father. “since the men of this room, seem to doubt my ability to lead... i will prove the council before me, wrong,” your grin only widens when they ask you how, and you feel your sister’s worrisome stare burning into your cheeks. “by bringing you the heart of a dragon.” 

“don’t be ridiculous, your highness!” 

a lord from goodness knows what county calls, you only roll your eyes, making your way down the steps to pass your father smugly. the court has broken into a series of whispers, anxious, excited and concerned. the men around you have grown complacent, too comfortable with the idea of overthrowing you and making you weak. 

“silence!” you bellow, turning to address every being in the room. you hum in satisfaction as the quieten down, letting your mantle made of the finest cotton, trail behind you. “no man, no king has ever brought the heart of the dragon to this kingdom. if i am to prove myself worthy to you, then this is how it shall be. laugh if you must, doubt me if you will. but i was born and raised a warrior and in my mother’s footsteps, i shall follow.”

with that, the meeting is concluded and your father is left gobsmacked, once again. 

“don’t do anything stupid, YN,” tamarae mumbles to you that evening. you stand in her quarters, dressed in traditional fighting gear. the pants are a dark grey, patterned with swirls of a lily flower and embroider with your kingdom’s emblem of a crystal lily. the top matches, only this time you wear padding to ensure your protection. “and make sure you don’t get hurt.” 

you scoff, shuffling on a cloak and pulling the hood over your head to disguise your face. royalty wasn’t allowed out of the palace after dark, due to the risk of unexpected assassination. the council put the law into place after the tragic loss of their beloved queen. “as if I’d ever allow myself to experience any form of pain.” you tut, twirling around to locate your sword.

the weapon had been a gift from your mother, on the day of your eighteenth. she had deemed you a  worthy warrior, fit for battle after many years of training. it was a shame that she would not be able to see  you use it now. 

“you know what i mean, YN,” your younger sister sighs, pushing herself to stand and handing you the sheathed sword. a bright smile pulls at your lips and you lean down to press a kiss into her moonlit hair. “what if you don’t bring back the dragon heart? you’ll call yourself a fool and beat yourself up about it.”

“i won’t, i promise,” you hum, shaking your head down at tamarae. she was young and she worried for your recklessness, much like a mother would for her child. guilt was deepset within you, despising how your sister grew up barely remembering the woman who gave her life. “now if anyone asks...” 

“you wish not to be disturbed.” tamarae gives you a soft smile, manoeuvring her hands to grip yours. she gives them a gentle squeeze before backing away.

you give your sister a quick nod of the head before sliding out of her window and slipping into the night. 

the enchanted, Mailtaria forest was nothing like you had imagined. 

according to fairy tails, it was full of beasts and blood and gore but instead, you found twisted oak trees forming the shapes of hearts, soil that illuminated beneath your feet. the air was crisp, yet some how, warming and scented with the faintest of flowers. 

roses. 

you know in your heart, that if the war was nothing but a myth, yourself and your siblings could play here for hours on end as children. as you walk, your mind drifts to hoseok, wondering if he’s safe. the eldest of your siblings had been determined to fight the war ever since your mother’s passing, a headstrong boy who was fast on his feet but not with his mind. 

the crack of a snapping branch in the distance kicks your senses into overdrive, making you duck in anticipation of a sudden attack. with a hand hovering over the sheath of your sword, you inhale deeply through your nose to keep your heart rate steady. there is no time for nerves, YN, no time for hesitance. 

dragons were not creatures of remorse. 

you ease yourself out of the bushes, mindful of the ruffling leaves that glow with some kind of fluorescence, magic that you’d not once laid your eyes on in your entire life. had you not been in the deep wood of the enchanted forest, to find and kill the dragon prince, you would have admired them more. 

“why do you come, bearing a weapon?” 

perhaps you may have spent too long, admiring the glistening petals.

you gasp, whipping out your sword and holding its point to the throat of the boy before you. slowly, your eyes trail upwards, shock connecting in your irises as you realise that he’s...floating. the boy has the hair of the silver moon, eyes as deep blue as the rough and raging Gialara seas, his lips are the colour of a blood rose with small and pearlescent fangs resting comfortably against their plumpness. he also wears a loose silk shirt that hangs simply from one shoulder, exposing his pale and slightly scaled skin. his pants are also lose, black in colour like the night sky to match his shirt. you note, that while he floats upside down, head tilted back towards you and body arched, he is also barefoot. 

this must’ve been him, this must’ve been. “the dragon prince,” you hum cooly, steeling your eyes and reaffirming your stance. “i’m here to kill you.” your brows furrow in concentration, and the boy’s, in confusion. the dragon prince, pushes his bottom lip into a pout as he twists his body to face you fully. he sets himself down, against the plush grass and uses a single finger to flick your sword to the side. 

“you have found me, yes,” the boy nods, giving you a tilted and faint smirk after his curious stare fades away. “i am kim taehyung, son of Veles and prince of the dragons...” the dragon watches as your stance falters, mouth open in shock at his strength to manipulate your mother’s sword. your palms begin to sweat at the sound of his full title, the name of the dragon king reminding you of the loss of your mother. “and i know, you will not kill me. i sense your being is far too compassionate to kill a living thing.”

you huff, dropping your arms and sending the vile thing a seething scowl. “you don’t know a thing about me-“ 

“my apologies, princess YN, i’m afraid i don’t,” taehyung interrupts you, stepping forward to inspect you closely. it was almost as if he had never seen a human before, but then again he was nothing like what you expected, especially in a dragon prince. before you can blink, you have been cornered into a tree, completely vulnerable and in the open. if he wanted to, taehyung could kill you right then and there, for the first time that night, a sprinkle of fear and adrenaline pumps it’s way through your veins. you  glance up at the regal creature, shocked that he even knew such detail about yourself and bite your lip. “in that case, might you enlighten me as to, why you seek to take my life?”

taehyung is not what you expected at all, the question bouncing softly from his lips, as you begin to loosen up. his eyes shift to yellow under the light and you start to feel warm, as if you can trust him. “my father wants proof, that i would make a great and honourable Queen.” you explain bluntly, unsure of why the words feel foreign when mentioning it.

“interesting,” the prince comments, quirking  a brow and smirking down at you as he rises off of his feet. “humans and their need for death and honour, i will never understand.” 

and with that, taehyung disappears into the darkness of the forest. a chill runs up your spine, confused at your meeting but left wondering, what more was there to the dragon prince?

“...and then there’s the marriage proposal from prince seokjin, from the shatus kingdom overseas, would you like me to accept or deny?” jungkook drawls, feeling accomplished as he skips over the final sentence with a light frown. his heart clenches, but he doesn’t say anything further.

“yes, very good jungkook.” 

“YN...”

“mhm...”

jungkook sighs, closing his book before tucking it under his arm for safety. he wouldn’t have been so annoyed if you were at least, half listening to him. tapping his foot in annoyance, the young advisor furrowed his brow deeply. “well in that case, i’ll spread word to  the royal bakers that you will be requesting a cake made of pigs slop for the wedding party?” 

“sounds wonderful,” 

“...we’ll even give out small favours of their droppings too...”

“i’m sure the dukes and duchesses would love that, jeongguk...”

“i’m sure the whole kingdom would be delighted to know that you’re marrying kim seokjin.” 

you slam your palms down on the windows, whipping your head to look at jungkook in shock. an amused grin tugs at his lips, as he approaches you to ruffle your hair fondly. now you were paying attention. “i will do no such thing!” you protest, pink painted lips forming a pout as you make an effort you lay down your tundra of wild locks. “me? marriage? what a preposterous idea. i should have you executed for that.” 

“maybe now, you’ll learn to listen to me, your highness?” the raven haired boy titters, giving you an exaggerated bow. “you could never do such a thing to your oldest friend, YN.” yourself and jungkook had been acquainted ever since you could walk, a beautiful friendship blossoming over the many years. his father, had been your mother’s most trusted advisor during the war, he too passing away after the loss of your queen. it seemed that fate had its own twisted way of keeping yourself and jungkook together, for he wanted to follow in his father’s footsteps, much like you.

shaking your head, you push at his shoulders with a hidden grin and listen to the chime of his medallions as he sways. the silver lily on his chest, the symbol of the royal court, glistens much like the eyes of the man you met last night. taehyung’s beauty had entranced you so much, that the task at hand had been forgotten. of course, no one in the castle expected you to bring the head of a dragon back straight away...but something in you longed to see the awe, the shock and the respect on their faces when you did. they would learn to see you as their queen. 

but something about taehyung, made you weak in the knees. an inexplainable feeling, a shy tint to your cheeks and a beat in your heart. he was different, not at all what you expected. walking away from jungkook, you pivot on your heel, the flush to your cheeks becoming more obvious by the second. “there will be no more marriage proposals from now on, jungkook. make that clear to the neighbouring kingdoms.” you remark, nodding your head with the wisps of a smile against your lips. 

one of things, about having known you so long, is that jungkook could read you like an open book. the advisor could tell you were distracted, softer. it was almost as if his soon-to-be queen’s resistant and hard exterior had crumbled. this wasn’t your usual rejection of proposal, whereby you would growl and grumble so much so that the Huntcan tip mountains would quake in your presence. no, this was much like the time where the baker’s eldest son, yoongi, had snuck some treats up to your room when you were children. you had developed an infatuation for yoongi throughout your early teenage years, until he left the kingdom to open his own bakery, kissing you behind the rose bush in the royal garden on the night before he left. 

this was fascination, this was admiration. “you like someone,” jungkook teases lightly, a knowing smile tickling at the corners of his lips. “did you find a compatible suitor, is that it?” 

“the throne is my only object of affection,” you sigh, zealously. you twirled, a bright twinkle igniting stars in your eyes as the thought of taehyung’s silver lined ones and you can feel the excitement build in your veins. “a suitor? perhaps not,” the corner of your lips twitch up into a mischievous grin. “but the throne...it is a rather large one, is it not? awfully big for just one person.” 

jungkook raises an eyebrow, seemingly unimpressed while his jaw tightens and his tongue pokes into his cheek. “i see, i’ll be sure to have the staff engage in some...extensive cleaning of the throne room. we can’t have her highness leaving messes.” he states, lips falling into a flat line. tilting your head, the glint in your eye dissipates and thick somber feeling fills the room. 

“jeonggukie?” you question with a quiet voice, swallowing thickly at his unexpected change in mood. 

the advisor shakes his head, tussled locks falling over his eyes. jungkook turns, shrugging with the book still tucked under his arms, prepared to leave the room. “if i may be excused, princess, i have duties to attend to.” 

“ah yes, of course...duties.” the whisper falls from between your lips, as you watch him go with an aching chest.

the view at castle ashwyn was one not to be taken for granted. the skies were daubed with gradients of apricot, papaya whip, and cherry blossom pink with dusting of baby power white as cotton candy clouds. the breeze was fresh, tinted with mint and rose, carrying the scents of the many flowers that twirled along the turquoise marble pillars of the castle. 

the grass outside was freshly cut all the way up to the village, where creatures of all kind walked amongst each other. pixies, werewolves, elves and all, living together in harmony and if you squinted hard enough, over the towering trees, you could see where they lived. the humans. 

taehyung hated it. 

the sickly sweetness that constantly surrounded himself and his people, where all that was in the human world was death, despair, greed and power imbalances. he hated the falsities that engulfed his father’s death, how everyone pretended. 

that there was no life of suffering outside of his own.  

it was beautiful here, life touched every corner to cover the illusion of the war beyond these walls. the prince felt trapped. he wanted to break free of all expectations, experience the world and see the legends he had been told as a child. taehyung was not a fool to the whispers, the taunts and teases from the royal courts. they had always doubted him for his optimistic view on the simple things, on them, for humans had taken his father and so he was destined to resent them for the rest of his life. 

“taehyung, my love, what preys on your mind today?” 

taehyung’s mother, the dragon queen, was a soft spoken and wise woman. ever since the death of his father, there had been many attempts to overthrow her from many kinds...including the sirens. and yet, they never once succeed as only royalty of dragon’s blood can bestow the crown. dragons had ruled the land of the Avalerian dynasty since the dawn of time, forging the first crown from the molten minerals buried deep beneath the castle’s soils. they were the most powerful of all creatures, dominating the earth as their large majestic forms but the dragons were also prime game for hunting, their scales and horns could go for up to a hundred gold coins. so the dragons learned to adapt, becoming shifters with a half human form, this allowed them to retain their abilities as dragons whilst allowing them to walk free amongst the humans.

the queen was stunning, and perhaps that is where the young prince inherited his charming look. her scales were of a deep cherry, shimmering under the lights like the brightest of diamonds. her black hair had curled tendrils that spiralled down her back and her skin was tanned by the golden suns of apollo. with piercing, aquatic eyes, queen elantris tilts her head to look at her son, she had always known his shifts in mood and thanked her maternal instinct for being able to read her ominous child.

“it’s nothing, your highness,” the young prince muses simply, turning to his mother with soft eyes and an awkward smile. smiling fondly, elantris shook her head and approached her son, wrapping her arms around him in a warm hug. her tail swishes behind her, in her half shifted state, the castle being too small to accommodate for the large size of royally bred dragons. taehyung spares a glance to the older, and shorter woman, squinting carefully to see the diamond-slit irises in her yellowing eyes. it was almost laughable at how well dragons were able to shift between states, taking on a human form is completely desired. that is how they killed the human king. mastering the art of disguise. “perhaps, i am exhausted, i had a rather gruelling night.” 

“deep in thought again, my love dear?” elantris chuckles, brushing back  the fading ashy locks from her son’s forehead. taehyung sucks in a calmed breath, closing his eyes at his mothers warm touch and allows himself to shift too. he is much more relieved to have is tail free, blackened and swishing behind him. his ears become pointed and irises shift into diamond slits. elantris beams as her child transforms. “you’ve been keeping yourself hidden, i see.” 

“i needed to be out, some fresh air to clear the mind, mother...” the prince whines and stretches, shivering as his ash scales form over his skin and hair fades from grey to black. 

taehyung pouts under the gaze of his mother, what a sight to see. the most regal prince, pouting under the amused gaze of his parent. “away with your thoughts, as you always have been, my prince...” elantris lilts and lets go of the boy, moving towards her seat on the throne. the seat itself is glorious, spiralling toward the ceiling with peaks in its molten crystal. “what preys on your mind?” 

the young dragon, ruffling out his hair and adjusting his clothes. he wears a jewelled black jacket, a gradient of white pearls to obsidian diamonds. he adorns a fitting pair of black pants and boots with heels. taehyung shift his gaze to the diluting pink skies above and breathes heavily. “humans...why is that we despise them?” 

taehyung’s mother sucks in a breath,  tongue swiping over the ruby of her lips. the prince turns his body to look at the queen properly, tilting is head and poking his own tongue into his cheek as he eases a brow, awaiting his mother’s answer. “dragons are stubborn creatures, most unforgiving...it is not easy for us to forget,” elantris explains noncommittally, keeping her voice study and demeanour controlled.

“what is there to be forgotten? how did this all start?” 

“that is what we have yet to learn my son, this conflict has been raging on for centuries now, words and swords alike...twisted,” the dragon queen pauses, looking her son directly in the eye. “twisted into lies and fatalities...”

“and so...we fight?” taehyung prompts, his stomach bubbling with unease at his mother’s cryptic words. 

elantris nods, head held high. “and so, we fight.” 

“you are forgiven, you know.” 

you look up from your flower crown, fluorescent roses and tiger lillies woven together by their grass green stems and frown. taehyung is sitting in the trees, his hair is now the colour of a teal tinged with blue while his eyes simmered a warm amber in the cool night. 

meeting taehyung had been nothing but a coincidence, yet you found yourself becoming grateful for your accidental meetings. the clearing you shared with him had followed you to your dreams, being with him under the moonlight now brought you to ease.

“forgive me for what? do tell.” you probe tartly and turn your body in the grass to ask why. the dragon prince drops from the tree and you screw your eyes shut in fear of hearing the sickening crunch that often accompanies broken bones. but instead the prince floats above you, face but mere inches from yours as a taunting smirk touches lightly at his lips. a rosey hue tickles the apples of your cheeks as you look away, cursing the creature from under your breath. 

taehyung smiles and settles himself on the ground, sinking to his knees to aid you in making some flower crowns. “for being human,” the dragon shrugs nonchalantly and picks up a completed crown, leaning forward to place it stop your hair. his lips are a breaths width from your skin, and a warmth bubbles in your chest at the prospect of feeling them against yours, eyes closing. when you open them, you gasp at the proximity of they prince, blinking rapidly and blushing. he’s so close that it seems like he was watching you. “mother says dragons must learn to be forgiving. so here i am, forgiving you.” 

“what makes you think, that you are not required to seek my forgivenesses well?” you counter as a slight aggression weaves it’s way into your question, tilting your head upwards with stern eyes. taehyung bites his lip, slit tongue poking out to wet them at their swell. “should you not owe it to me? while my people die fighting against your best men, do you not believe that an apology from yourself, would be quite fitting?” 

you chose this moment to shuffle away from taehyung, turning to face the trees

in the distance as you pat the heat away from your cheeks. “your people have magic, powers. and mine? nothing but a bare chest, swords and a shield. yet, you do not hear me forcing the forgiveness of my people upon you,” you point out— almost too harshly, twirling a piece of grass between your fingers. “you sit, protected in your realm while only your most powerful touch the bloodied soils. you kill, as do i. i do not seek your forgiveness, but the life of my people instead. the life of young boys,” a pause in your speech allows your mind to flicker back to hoseok, your fingers how clenching the grass within your disgust. “barely fit to fight, that are drafted into the war. women and children who are torn apart. please, forgive me, for not wanting to accept your so called forgiveness.”

“how do you know this? that we only send out best?” taehyung queries nervously, his tone quiet as his feet come into your blurry field of view. he senses in his chest that you’re hurt, scared and in pain. this is what the war did, not to his people but to the humans. it hurt you. everyone. 

the laugh that passes your lips, is cold and cynical. your eyes possess a glassiness, glittering with fresh tears as you look to taehyung with anger painted against your face. “you have just told me.”  

guilt washes over the dragon as he crouches down before you, placing a finger under your chin to tilt your head up to face him. his thumb brushes the tears that spill from the corner of your eyes as his lips form the words that whisper, “i’m sorry.” 

he is sorry for your pain, he is sorry for the burden that you bare on your shoulders. he is sorry that he cannot make it stop, he is sorry. 

the following weeks bring you back to the clearing, where taehyung desperately tries to erase his night of ignorance. you would meet nightly, under the sky with glittering constellations and stars that told a thousand and one stories. you were away from the world where lives were torn apart and the cloud of death was ever growing. 

you were alone and happy.

taehyung would show you many of his tricks, how he could birth a flame just by the click of his fingers. how he could make smoke rise from his ears and nose and how the colour of his hair changed with his mood. the prince had become your friend, a regular occurrence to your life that you could not deal without. 

but tonight, you would be prevented from such luxuries. 

the tips of your fingers dabbed lightly at your lips, buffing the ruby red into your flesh. a maid worked by your side, primping and prepping locks of your hair so that they shone under the crystal lights. your makeup was light, yet fierce, shades of mint and green spreading across your eyelids to match the fitting ballroom gown you wore. it was lace that curled into silver lily flowers,  from the shoulders and down to your hips, twisting into a wide tule skirt that was painted with frosted blues and mint green fading into white. a necklace of pure diamonds rested just above your breast,  a matching crown woven into your tamed hair and a pair of earrings, your mother’s earrings to go with. as you sit still, letting the maids pretty you for the evening to come, you recall a time where you would have loved to be in a dress like this. times where your mother would only faintly dust your cheeks with blush whilst your father readied hoseok in the other room. tamarae was but a twinkle in your mother’s eye back then.

the girl in the mirror stares back at you, the trace of queen aadaya on her skin. closing your eyes, you take a deep breath to calm your aching heart and hum in agreement when the doors to your quarters open. tamarae beamed at you as her own maids helped her inside, she was a gown less bold than your own but equally pretty as fuchsia pinks spiralled soft lavenders. dresses like these were reserved for special occasions, to impress guests from outside castle walls, making a sick shiver crawl down your spine at the thought of elder dukes and lords and men vying for the attention of yourself and the young princess. 

of course,  the banquet for tonight was your father’s doing, in an attempt to find you a suitor right away. he claimed that you had failed to prove yourself in the last weeks, with no trace of the dragon’s heart in your possession. so with nothing but the grace of the queens before you, you accepted his invitation to host a banquet.

“you look beautiful, sister...you’ve grown so well,” you stand slowly, lifting your skirts to make your way over to the young princess. she bows her head in a small curtesy for you causing you to chuckle fondly. you allow your finger under her chin to tilt her head up, smiling softly at the girl, the spitting image of your mother. “now now, you are my sister, tamarae. formalities are not required for tonight, even if it is a special event,” you tease with a whisper in her ear, causing the younger to giggle slightly. “for you and i both know we shall be sneaking into the royal kitchen after the night is done!” 

tamarae tucks a white lock of hair behind her ear, giggling happily as her small hands clasp onto yours. “big sister, we both know hoseokie would have made me take watch if he were here,” she remarks in response  and pokes your nose, ignoring the glares of maids who had spent hours perfecting your look. 

as a young adult— becoming a queen, the ballroom was often a reminder of simpler days whereby warm summery breezes wafted through the large french windows, carrying soft scents of the fresh lemons and oranges that grew in the royal gardens. hoseok would have been chasing you down, playing the role of big bad dragon whilst you pulled a fumbling two year old tamarae behind you. your parents would always come running in to save the day, mother playing the knight that took hoseok down and your father the one who saved his two princesses. 

those were happier times, better times.

before you knew it, you were seated on the throne with the best view of the entire room. the ballroom had towering white pillars sprouting like flowers against a mahogany glossed wooden floor, the walls are splashed with an egg-shell blue with small cherry blossoms contrasting against the colour. accents of gold decorate every nook and cranny of the room and the ceiling paints a picture of fairytale creatures dancing amongst the man. men gallop across the hall with blushing ladies in their arm, those who aren’t dancing are stuffing their faces with the array of sweet treats and savoury delights that are positioned precisely against white sheet banquet tables. 

introductions pass without you paying any mind, distracted by thoughts of taehyung whisking you away to your clearing in the forest, playing with the many creatures there. you slip back to reality when a sudden pain spreads across your left rib, making you scowl at the culprit...tamarae. the younger smiles sheepishly and points to the man apparoaching your throne. 

his hair is a soft, candy pink, contrasting with the black blouse and dress pants he wore. when he bows to yourself and your sister, you catch a glimpse of his dark, misty brown eyes and find yourself curious to search them more. “he’s handsome,” tamarae teases you, moving to stand up as he steps forward. her gaze flickers up to your stoic face as she giggles. “don’t you think?” 

“he looks like he’s full of himself.” 

the man eyed you darkly while you held out your hand for him to take. “namjoon, kim namjoon...” his voice sends shivers down your spine, good or bad , you’re not sure. his skin is golden like honey and his tone drips with the same smoothness. “of the Kevimore kingdom.” 

namjoon gives you a dimples smile, taking your hand in his and bringing it to his lush lips for a gentle kiss. tamarae giggles by your side as you watch the man through your lashes, humming in content. it was always nice to see a man bend his will for you. “you may address me, as princess YN of the Phantis Empire,” you say, equally as smoothly whilst you tilt your head to the side. namjoon straightens his posture, bowing in respect. “i do hope you enjoy your stay here, tonight.” 

with your final word, you turn your gaze to the crowd and watch as they twirl about in tune with the orchestra but smile when you catch the eye of your beloved advisor. you had not danced at a ball like this, since you were a child and back then, hoseok had always been your partner but he wasn’t here now, he was fighting a war that wasn’t his. your sister delivers a sharp elbow to your side, causing you to grunt as you ready to scold her into next year. “ahem,” she whispers, jabbing your side again and nodding her head in gesture to namjoon. “he’s still here.” 

“i’m aware,” 

“that means he requires your attention.” 

“attention that i do not have for a man, tamarae.”

“YN, he’s right there!” 

“and he can hear you...” namjoon interjects with a small chuckle, poking his tongue into his cheek while his lips form an amused smirk. he taps his ear while a light flush rises beneath the skin of your cheeks, much to the prince’s delight. 

you duck your head, imagining that the prince before you gets off at the thought of making you blush. “is there anything i can help you with, prince namjoon?” 

he nods once, pink locks falling into his eyes as his dimples smile appears once more. “a dance, with you? my queen?” 

blinking, your lips part in shock. the only person to ever acknowledge you as the soon to be queen was jungkook, and that was often a joke between the two of you. but for a split second, it seemed— that namjoon’s dark, stormy eyes saw past the extravagance and diamonds— and saw you. the queen you were meant to be. 

“she would love to,” you sister answers for you, pushing at your shoulder to force you to stand. you rise to your feet,  unsteady on them and almost toppling forward. namjoon quickly catches you by the arm, offering you an earth shattering smile with dazzling eyes as he chooses that moment to lead you onto the ballroom floor. following namjoon, you turn around and give your younger sister a faux frown, sticking your tongue out at her. the maids around you gasp at your behaviour, while tamarae giggles and mocks your face.

upon reaching the dance floor, namjoon skilfully pulls you into his arms, pressing his chest to yours to guide your steps into the waltz. “you’re light on your feet, are you sure you’re not a dancer?” he chuckles quietly into your ear, making goosebumps arise across the planes of your skin. 

you turn with him, taking the lead from his grasp and smile cheekily. “i’m trained to fight, being light on my feet is part of the battle.” but your grin quickly falls upon seeing jungkook turn away with disappointment, what was going on with him? 

“ah, i see.” the prince falls silent at your words, offering you a quiet noise of agreement as the pace of the music rises and you start to speed up your dance. 

namjoon is a handsome man, his terracotta lips seem warm and inviting, his eyes although dark make you want to lose yourself in him. the prince is tall, at least a head or so taller than you and his arms that hold you are firm and large. namjoon is attractive but...

but he is not taehyung. 

the pink haired prince dips you, face hovering over yours as he takes a moment to tuck a fallen hair behind your ear. your cheeks heat up at his proximity but you swallow down your nerves and stutter out. “n-namjoon...i,” 

“you’re beautiful, my queen,” he says simply, running a thumb over your bottom lips before he pulls you back into his chest. “what i wouldn’t give to have you ruling by my side.”

“e-excuse me?”

“you’d make an excellent wife, YN.” 

gobsmacked, you try to rip yourself away from namjoon but his grip on your waist is too tight and suddenly he no longer looks charming and gentle, a sinister stare taking over his features. “let me go, namjoon. by order of the princess i demand that you let me go!” you scoff at him through gritted teeth still struggling in his grip. “if you believe that flattery will get you my hand in marriage then you are severely mistaken, my prince. i am a queen born to rule without a man, and i shall do so, just fine.” 

namjoon tilts his head in a sympathetic fashion, pressing you closer to him. “oh but princess, we are already on the path to being wed,” he hums, his lips ghosting over yours as you squirm away from his touch. “by order of your father, i am set to marry you three weeks from now, since you failed to bring the head of the dragon prince.” 

“no that’s not, it can’t be...he wouldn’t...he wouldn’t do that,” you mumble, feeling panic rise in your chest and lodge itself in your throat. your perfect world suddenly shatters, your view for the future torn to shreds. your father had sold your soul away to namjoon, who you now saw as a man who yearned for power. “he can’t.”  

“then your father is not the man you believed him to be.” namjoon concludes. “now put on a pretty face and smile for our loyal subjects, my queen.”

you gasp with tears beginning to flood your field of view, your eyes searching in the crowd for someone, anyone to tell you it’s not true. who’s face falls at your wounded expression, he knows, you think. jungkook knew and he didn’t think to tell you. your heart shatters into a million pieces and all you can think is out out out. you need to get out. 

but for now you turn to namjoon and give him a dazzling smile through your tears, as jungkook watches you with a guilty gaze.

running.

they say that running is able to clear your mind. but instead all of your thoughts and fears ran wildly beside you as you bolted through the forest. you could feel them, all of your worst nightmares crawling up your spine and scratching at your skin as you tumbled through the forest. 

by the time you reach the clearing, you’re clawing at your throat and desperately gasping for air through your choked sobs. you can’t marry namjoon, you won’t marry namjoon. your body trembles with the sobs that wrack your tiny frame, the dress that you wear is suddenly too tight and all you can do is wail for an escape. 

“YN! you have returned, i have to admit i missed you dearly-“ taehyung starts to ramble, just having come from a flight amongst the canopies. the dragon cuts himself off when he notices you collapsing onto your knees and tearing at the dress. “princess YN? YN, are you alright?” he drops to his knees beside you, tilting your head up to look him in the eyes. the prince hates the way your chest is heaving, how a wild panic has spread through your darling eyes. “breathe for me princess, it’s alright, i’ve got you.” 

your eyes stay with his as taehyung coaches you through, his ice like irises calming you down as they watch you with concern. the dragon prince brushes a hand through your hair to soothe you as you hiccup and sniff, attempting to ease your panic. “off, i want it off, all of it...” you grumble moving to tear at your gown. taehyung follows your movements, using a  shifted dragon claw to shred off the remains of your skirt and help you out of the tight fitting corset until all that remains is your sheer and tule petticoat. 

“better?” your companion asks, pulling you into his silk shirt. taehyung is warm, much morse so compared to the cool evening, you remember him explaining that dragons have a heart of coal. meaning that the blood that flows through them is heated and molten. 

you nod shakily and move to hold his hand as a wave of comfort washes over you. “much, thank you taehyung.” 

“are you going to tell me what happened?” the prince presses gently, not wanting you to hold it in. if there was anything taehyung had learned about you in the last few weeks, is that you never had an outlet. you were closed off from the world, locked away and never let anyone see the vulnerable sides of you and yet...you somehow found it in you to trust him. 

nodding slowly, you turn and bury your face into his firm chest, fisting at the silk of his new azure blouse. “my father...” you sigh, letting your breath even out as you stumble to find the words. “he betrayed my trust...he turned the court against me and made them promise me to another man...” you feel taehyung’s breath hitch as his chest moves. quickly, you move to look up at taehyung and all you can think to do is kiss him but you can’t, not when you’re now promised to another. “i don’t love him, i could never be in love with someone so horrible.”

the now raven haired, dragon prince says nothing, instead choosing to squeeze you closer into his broad frame. he doesn’t look at you, mind racing a million miles an hour. you were to be married. and it wouldn’t be to him. so it is with a waking start that taehyung realises he is deeply, sorely in love with you. his chest rumbled at the thought of another man’s hands on you, kissing you and touching you, touching what was his. without meaning to, you place your hands on taehyung’s chest and grab at his attention. his usual ocean eyes flash with yellow and his primal senses are suddenly full of you. all he can see is your face under the light of the moon and stars, all he can feel is your touch on him and all he can smell is the sweet scent of lilies, of you. 

“tae...taehyung?” you whisper, sniffling as you lean up and tilt his head to look at you. “i will be alright, i refuse to let this stop me from seeing you.” 

he ignores your words, pulling you to stand with him. “lets go for a fly.” the prince says with bright eyes, staring at you.

“a fly? taehyung have you lost your mind-?” 

“it’ll be fun, i promise you. it’ll clear your head.” 

you slowly tear yourself from taehyung’s grip, holding your hand to your chest with a nervousness swirling in your stomach. flying. taehyung had told you that he was able to fully transform into a dragon, with all the same abilities as well. he called it shifting, and that meant he was able to breathe fire, roar like a mighty beast and fly. “i’m scared...” you admit, sheepishly. “what if...what if i fall?” 

“do you trust me?” taehyung asks sternly, stepping towards you and holding his hand out for you to take. 

“i...what?” 

“i said, do you trust me?” 

you hesitate before closing your eyes tightly and nodding, taking taehyung’s hand. “i trust you.” 

your eyes remain screwed shut as the crunch of bones fills the unoccupied silence of the woods. you flinch at the sound and the slip of taehyung’s hand from yours, whilst his heaves and groans become growls and roars. away from the warmth of taehyung’s body, you realise how cold the forest is in just your petticoat but you’re shivers are quickly ceased when a puff of hot hair surrounds you and a large head nudges your body. opening your eyes slowly, you gasp at the large beast before you, the taehyung that you know has been replaced with an oblivion black dragon, hints of silver and blue illuminating his scales under the shimmering night sky. the dragon presses it’s head to your hand, making you reach out hesitantly as you stare deep into its amber irises. 

‘do you trust me?’ 

you remember taehyung’s words as the majestic beast bows to you, you chuckle and watch as the dragon moves back, stretching out to spread its wings. you imagine that the wings themselves must be as wide as the west wing of your castle back home. when the dragon returns to his original position, you’re met with a puff of warm air, strong enough to blow locks of your hair away from your face. “impatient creature, aren’t you?” you giggle to yourself and clamber up onto taehyung’s head, making him shake it in response. 

with a deep breath, you hold on tightly to the spines feathering taehyung’s neck and close your eyes once more, listening to the sounds of his wings flap as he lifts you both off of the ground. the next time you open your eyes, you’re up in the air, soaring above the clouds. the pair of you are so high that the colour of the sky fades from a soft pink to the deep blue below, the beginnings of the sun shining in the distance. 

then taehyung makes a nose dive. 

the air rushes through your hair as you squeal, heading face first for the land beneath you. taehyung spirals his body as you throw your hands into the air, squealing loudly with happiness, you can feel every fear and doubt that clogged your mind and body rush away with the wind in your face. the dragon prince evens out his body, spreading his wings as you drift across the night sky, watching the world go by with you above it. you lean forward and rest the palms of your hands on taehyung’s, stroking it lightly as you fly past the stars.

when the clearing reappears in your field of view, taehyung tilts his body and begins the descent through the clouds. he flies low, letting you reach your hand out to touch the glistening water below. “w-woah, tae...taehyung!” you cry in amusement, feeling him shift beneath you, his bones realign as he grows tired and reverts back to his human form. his wings somehow manage to remain as the prince’s familiar face returns and he beams up at you. his wings encircle you as you make a crash landing into the clearing. the pair of you roll and tumble out onto the illuminated grass below you, taehyung’s wings protecting you and softening your fall. you manage to uncurl in his grip, landing beneath him as his palms flatten out by your head to stop himself from crushing you. 

“hi...” you pant, looking up at the dragon prince with glittering eyes. your hand reaches up to touch at taehyung’s soft face, his eyes still golden glowing irises and his curled hair now a faded black. he’s beautiful, he always has been but in this moment, you feel like you have finally see him. you can finally see that you love him.

taehyung looks down at you through hooded eyes, moving to run a thumb over your pinkish bottom lip, his breath uneven from the flight. “hello, my queen.” he says simply, face nearing yours. you feel your lashes against your cheeks as your eyes flutter shut, taehyung nosing your cheeks until his soft lips reach your own. hands in your hair, the prince tilts his head and kisses you. his lips mould perfectly against yours and you can feel your heartbeat wildly in your chest as your arms wrap around his neck and fingers curl in his wavy locks. taehyung kisses you like you’re his, and only his and all you want is to feel is him.

taehyung’s hands use a tentative touch as they slide down to your sides, slipping under your petticoat to smooth over your bare skin. you gasp as his lips venture out into the junction at your neck, curling your fingers in his hair as his hands push further and further up your clothes. he roams your skin like foreign terrain— fingers dipping at peaks and the curve of your body.  “taehyung...” you whimper breathlessly, pushing your head back into the lush grass below. 

the dragon freezes at the sound passing from your lips, moving to pull away. “are you hurt? did i hurt you?” taehyung asks worriedly, honey  eyes boring into your soul. you sit up, confused as you shake your head no, wondering if your eagerness to kiss him has driven him away. “i’ve never...i haven’t done this before...” the ravenette adds, gesturing between you both. never done...what? 

oh...

“been with a women before?” you ask gently, sitting up and leaning your chin on taehyung’s shoulder. you tilt your gaze towards him, smiling softly and move to cup his cheek. “i have never...been with a man either...you would be my first.” you whisper shyly, you had little time for courting as a princess, your royal duties taking up much of your time. but here you were, curled up with taehyung on possibly the most beautiful place on earth, feeling more ready than you had ever been.

“let me have you, if you will?” the prince asks lowly, warm breath fanning over your lips.

“you have me, all of me...” 

that was all it took for taehyung to crash his lips against yours once more, this time his tongue tracing over the seam of your own as he pleads for entrance to your mouth. you happily oblige, welcoming his warm tongue with your own in a battle for dominance, dancing together while his large hands pulled at your under clothes. you arched your back, letting him tug the tule garment off of you and spreading your thighs as he nudged them apart. 

“you’re so beautiful,” taehyung murmurs, pulling back from the kiss to admire you. his amber irises darkened to a dark gold as he drunk in your naked body, leaning down to ghost his lips over your neck. “i want to mark you...” he added, biting down on your supple flesh and sucking hard enough to leave a bruise. “fuck you, breed you. would you like that princess?” he growls. 

you arch your back as his hands come to cup your breast, squeezing them between slender fingers whilst he works a trail of purples down to your chest. “god, please...taehyung!” 

chuckling deeply, using his  dragon abilities, the prince blows a gust of hot air over your left nipple once his mouth reaches its destination. his snake like tongue pokes out to lick a stripe over the perky bud before he takes your breast into his mouth harshly, biting down and letting his primal instincts take over. even if he was a virgin, being a dragon, taehyung was genetically programmed to please during breeding seasons. he knew what he was doing, especially when you moaned aloud. 

a hand slips down your sides and into your panties, circling over your clit to spread your wetness as it glistened under the moonlight. “you’re soaking, my princess,” taehyung hums, still squeezing your breast as he sucked your nectar off of his fingers. “may i taste you?” 

“yes, please...” you gasp.

taehyung raises an unimpressed brow, pinching your nipple causing you to whine. “please what?”

eyes rolling, you moan out the only title you can think of, hoping it will urge the dragon on. “please...my king.”  

the prince with obsidian hair curses under his breath, making quick work of tearing off your panties and shuffling onto his belly on the grass so that he nears your entrance. taehyung spreads your lower lips widely, chuckling at the juices that flow from your flower. “so pretty, petal.” he says, watching you writhe under the night air before locking eyes with you through his curled locks. the air that hits your pulsing heat, is cool but taehyung’s breath is hothothot. his lush lips suckle on your clit before his burning tongue swipes over the length of your pussy, heated from his dragon’s core. taehyung sweeps at any of your sweet nectar that gushes from your hole, humming in content before pushing his tongue past your entrance making you cry from pleasure and curl your fingers in his hair. 

“look at you, absolutely dripping just for your king,” taehyung growls against your burning cunt, the vibrations sending your eyes rolling back in your head. desire burns brightly in the pits of your stomach, as you start to rut your hips into his face, the prince having neglected your wetness in favour of whispering foul words into your thighs. taehyung flicks at your swollen clit, making your legs wobble and threaten to close around his head. not that you would mind the view. “such beautiful sight, baby.” 

he dove his tongue into your tight hole, as arousal fogged your senses and his instincts to your body heightened. the world between your sweet thighs was slick, tasting of the most luxurious of treats to taehyung and he could tell he was becoming addicted to you. a finger slipped past your entrance, along with his tongue, thrusting inside of you and catching on the walls of your pussy. you wriggled against the grass, spread out in the open nature whilst taehyung claimed you with his tongue. “m close, m close!” you squealed when taehyung added another finger, fearing that your high was coming to soon. the prince was giving you pleasure that you had never felt before, that couldn’t be achieved with your own hand or imagination. you weren’t sure that you wanted it to end.

nimble fingers gripped at taehyung’s mop of sooty hair as he lapped faster and faster at your sensitive bud, the knot in your stomach becoming tighter and tighter until suddenly...it snapped. “cum for me, princess, reward your king.” 

white flashes behind your eyes as your release crashes over you, signs of your arousal painting taehyung’s chin and face. he licks over his bottom lip, chest rumbling at the taste of you before he moves between your thighs to and up to your face. he kisses you sweetly, once...twice... allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue before deepening the kiss. the pair of you become a pile of limbs, entangled in the grass as teeth and tongue clash together. your hands wind down the path way of the prince’s body, stopping above his belt loop hesitantly. 

taehyung forces himself to pull away from your onslaught of kisses, pressing his forehead to yours— eyes closing with a pant falling from his lips. “you don’t have to...” he mumbles, lips ghosting over yours while he noses your cheek.

 taehyung’s hair brushes softly over your forehand, his eyes tightly shut away from the world as if, when he sees you again, he won’t be able to control himself. you stare up at him, taking in his every mole and freckle that dots his face. you trust him. “i want to, please— let me, my liege.” you insisted, a neediness sparking in your eyes.

“fuck...the things you do to me, princess,” hisses hotly, his cock twitching in his briefs as you rolled him over. the dragon prince quickly stood, helping position you comfortably on your knees before letting his hands fly to the buckle of his breeches. watching him closely, you felt your mouth water in anticipation— you’d never in your life seen a man in full glory before, let alone a mythical creature such as taehyung. you suspected him to be girthy, but your expectations were exceed as he proceeded to roll down his breeches and undergarments in one. 

taehyung’s cock was not only thick and girthy, but lengthy as well, so big that for a brief second, you were unsure that your own two hands would fit around it, let alone your mouth. your jaw dropped in awe as your eyes observe him. “well...uh, there’s something about us dragon’s that.... that perhaps i failed to mention-“ taehyung but his lip with nervousness, his confident and dominant aura suddenly wavering. 

“you have two heads-“ you blurt out, gaze trained on the second head of his forked member. “there’s two!” 

the prince blushes, running a hand through his curled hair and swallowing thickly. “for mating purposes, it increases the success of a female carrying...” taehyung pauses is breathe explanation, frowning deeply as you touch curiously at his cock. “—carrying offspring, princess.” 

the pet name comes out as some what of a warning, making you smile sheepishly at the man above you. “it’s got spines, taehyung...you cant expect me not to touch you!” you defend yourself,  watching him closely. “it’s hot too.” 

“for pleasure purposes, dragons are also naturally hot.” 

“do you think it will fit? i’ve not been with a man before i-“

seemingly sensing the nerves that stir in your stomach, taehyung leans down to grip your chin and tilts your head upwards to catch your eye. “i’ve got you, petal,” he whispers and presses a light chaste kiss to your lips. “do you trust me?” 

“yes, more than anything.” you breathe, settling back onto your knees as taehyung guides your mouth towards his pulsing cock. your eyes trail up his body as he tugs off his shirt from above you, his skin is glazed with a layer of sweat and desire pours through your system like the molten lava that intertwines with his dragon blood. you imagine that he tastes sweet, like the finest wines of the Ubeozia dynasties. 

leaning forward you shakily take taehyung’s tips past your lips, sucking on it hesitantly while he starts to groan. the dragon sucks in a breath from the night air as you take him further into your mouth, looking up at him with sparkling doe eyes. “you’re doing so well, my darling  princess, so good for me.” he sighs.

his cock his hot against your tongue, forming tingling sensation at your lips while you work on bobbing your head. curses fall out from underneath taehyung’s breathy moans whilst his eyes flash golden like Apollo’s sun. his large hands thread between your loosened locks as they tickle at your exposed shoulders, encouraging you to give him more. 

your hands sit small on the base of his girth, fisting at what you cannot fit making a wetness pool between the apex of your thighs as you think about being stuffed full of him. taehyung lets out a small moan, closing his eyes and throwing his head back to face the stars as he shallowly thrusts his length into your welcoming mouth. your tongue works circles around his cock making taehyung’s fingers curl in your hair, massaging your scalp as he gently pushes your hot mouth further down on his pulsing, red hot cock. 

he hisses and grunts when you’re tongue glides over his slit, abdomen clenching as he feels himself fall into his high. you gasp as the dragon paints your tongue with a smokey release, his cum is a foreign feel against your tongue but brings you satisfaction as he quivers through the after shocks of his orgasm. softly, you let go of his member, sliding your tongue over your bottom lip to capture the rest of his cum— keeping your eyes trained on him. 

“how does it taste?” taehyung asks darkly, sinking into his knees to cup your face.

you hum for a moment, parting your lips gently as his thumb brushes over them. “salty, no...ashy.” you conclude, breathing lightly. taehyung quirks a brow, leaning forward to press a searing kiss to your lips, his tongue swipes over your bottom one as he gradually pushes you back into the lush grass, positioning himself between your legs.

“that’s because our release is fuelled by the fires that burn in our hearts,” the prince explains, pulling away from your lips to whisper in your ear. now that you’ve tasted me, it’s time i mark your beautiful little cunt.” 

you gasp as the tips of his thick cock brush as your entrance, instinctively locking your thighs around his hips. your chest rises and falls with the anticipation of having taehyung, the man you love, claim you. you’re in love, you love taehyung with all your heart and now he was to make you his. sighs of adoration fill the air between you as taehyung slowly pushes into your virgin hole, of course, having more than one tip would make it hurt, but only just— making your nails dig into the skin at taehyung’s shoulder. 

he stops is movements, the prince knows that it will be difficult for your tiny human body to handle his stamina and size, after all, you had already cum once and were nearing exhaustion. “i’m sorry, my petal...my queen, i know it hurts,” he cooes, nosing at your neck to ease the pain. one hand curls in taehyung’s thick locks as he fully enters you with one tip of his cock, the second slowly slipping past the lips of your cunt. the dragon prince drops a hand to your clit, slowly rubbing in circles until the pleasure overrides the sting where you bleed. “you’re doing so well for me, taking all of my cock like the good queen you are.” 

taehyung waits for you to adjust as he continues to lazily flick at your bud, while you slowly start to open up for him like the roses at his mother’s place. “please...move taehyungie...move!” you mewl, throwing your head back into the soft grass as pleasure begins to overwhelm your senses.

the prince smiles down at you, taking in the the twisted look of delight against your delicate features and the curve of your breast as you arch your back. taehyung bottoms out inside of you, gently thrusting his length within your tight, dripping walls and closes his eyes at the sound of your sweet moans. you feel like you were made just for him, for him only and when he opens his eyes, he can’t help but lean down and claim your mouth, slipping his tongue past the barriers of your lips when you part them. 

“look at you, princess, so tight for me— your king,” he praises tenderly against your hips, dropping his face to your neck as you tighten around him involuntarily. “you’re mine, made for me and my cock. you got that princess?” 

“yours, yours my king.” you pant, fingertips dancing across the expanse of your lover’s freckled back.

taehyung deepens his thrusts, the spines on his cock catching against your slick walls as he reaches deeper inside of you. he sucks a little of bruises into your neck, purples, pinks and burgundies painting a picture of his love for you while he works their. your hips lift to match his thrusts, sucking him in as you both move together under the moonlight. the sounds of love filled moans and groans fills the cool air of the forest, long forgotten as taehyung pounds into you, letting you feel every inch of his cock. his grunts send shivers down your spine, making you arch your back into him. taehyung pushes your hips down, pushing his member into your sweet spot causing more of your juicies to gush down your wobbling thighs. 

you bite your lip in an attempt to silence your cries, an unexplainable wave of pleasure coursing through your veins as taehyung yanks your hips down to his. “s’good…please don’ stop,” you slur pathetically into the night, a sheen of sweat dousing your skin, the sound of your desperation making the head’s taehyung’s length twitch inside of you. he wasn’t sure how long he would last, with the way your virgin cunt clamped down on him like a vice. the tightness was almost unbearable, each thrust bringing him closer and closer to the edge. “need you, need you m-my king!” 

taehyung’s mop of hair drops to your collar bones as he bites on them to silence his growls of possession. “fuck me, princess, fuck,” he slurs, his cock swelling as if he’s about to burst. the first head of his member stimulating that special spot, while the other fills your needy hole. “wonder what your courts would say if they saw you like this, princess,” taehyung pants into your neck, one hand sliding between your bodies to stimulate your clit while the other grips your breast, as he leans against you, pressing his hips into yours. “saw their queen spread out for the dragon king so desperate and needy for his dragon cock...fuck baby, what would they say?” 

“t-they’d be ... ashamed!” you squeal, arching your back and lifting your hips to meet taehyung’s thrusts. 

he smirks, fucking into you harder, until you’re full to the brim and you can feel him deep in your womb. “but i wouldn’t be, m’ so proud of my princess for taking me like this...” taehyung pants, looking deep into your eyes, sweaty hair falling over his own amber irises. “cum with me, my love.” 

you grab and pull at taehyung, touching at skin hair and lips as your release starts to creep up on you. the pace of taehyung’s hips never slow but start to become sloppy as your senses become overwhelmed with him. the tips of his cock brush at your spot once more, making you scream with pleasure as the damn finally bursts and you cream on his member, painting him with your release as the first spirts of his cum fill your hole. “taehyung, tae..please,” you cry, soft tears springing in your eyes as he locks his gaze on yours, hips slowing to a grind as he pumps his thick, hot seed inside of you. there’s so much, never ending as his release gathers within your cunt, searingly hot as lewd sounds of your wetness’ mixing fills the air. “i love you...”

your words are barely above a whisper, tears of warmth and happiness spilling from your eyes as taehyung cups your cheeks and swoops down to kiss you lovingly. “i love you so much, more than anything.” he responds, never ending his onslaught of kisses. 

taehyung doesn’t soften inside you, making another wave of neediness wash over your body. he loved you, he loved you just as you did with him. the kisses become sweeter and sweeter, like the finest honey against your tongue and you smile against taehyung’s lips as he lifts you into his arms. “you love me.” it’s more of a statement than a question, but taehyung answers regardless, brushing strands of hair away from your face.

“i will always love you, beyond my dying breath.” 

the dragon scoops you up, carrying you to a nearby tree and leaning back against it, refusing to put you down despite your giggles and protests. you notice, from over his shoulder that moon lillies grow in place of the spot you made love in. “what’s that?” you ask quietly, as taehyung sits, turning you around gently in his lap and barely lifting you from his cock. 

he watches darkly as only small traces of his charcoal black cum seep from your cunt before he follows your gaze to the flowers. “those, moon lillies appear when a dragon has found his or her mate, in place of where they have mates for the first time.” he mumbles shyly, hiding his face in your neck and kissing the back of your shoulder. 

“let’s... let’s make more,” you whisper and admire the flowers that act as a symbol of your love. although your thighs still shake from your last two releases, you pull your hips forward and drag them back against taehyung’s lap, twitching around his length from the overstimulation. your turn your head to face the dragon prince from over your shoulder, watching as his chest heaves with pleasure. “make love to me, dragon king. make love to your queen.” 

taehyung’s hips twitch at your words, the ghost of his fingertips settling on your hips  before gripping them harshly, helping to move you back and forth against his cock. “as you wish my queen,” he mumbles, starting to move his own hips in time with yours. “you’re going to be the death of me, love.” 

taehyung bites down harshly on your shoulder as you begin to mewl, lifting yourself off of your cock and slamming your hips back down. the spines on taehyung’s cock stimulate your spasming, cum soaked walls, catching on each ridge and causing you to shiver. the forest is once more filled with the sound of skin slapping on skin, and a mixture of lost words and moans and ‘i love you’s. you are lost with taehyung, in a world of your own as he claims your cunt over and over again with each thrust. 

you circle your hips, clenching around the thick cock that stretches you open and gasp when one of taehyung’s heads slip out from your tight core. biting your lip, you take a finger and coat it in the remainder of your last orgasms and smear it against taehyung’s tip, thumbing it hardly. the prince groans, hips stuttering as he lets out a loud moan, thrusting into you at a faster pace and circling himself inside of you. “princess, please...fuck me.” 

“forever, my sweet.” you whisper, slapping the head against your cock before pushing it back into your entrance. you rock yourself back and forth, tears of pleasure stinging the corners of your eyes as your sensitive pussy pulses with want. you know, you will not last as long as the previous rounds, indicated by your throbbing clit and collapse forward against taehyung’s legs. the dragon takes this as an opportunity to slap his palm against your bare ass, watching the flesh jiggle at the contact. 

you squeal at the spank, sinking your fingers into the grass as taehyung repeats his ministrations on each of your cheeks. his cock swells with every desperate moan that passes from your lips, stretching your tight cunt open to accommodate for his cum. he wants to breed you, fuck you full of all of his dragon seed and watch your stomach swell at the heavy load. he wants you to have his children. with new found motivation and his orgasm closing in on him, taehyung grabs your hips and forces them down against his cock, slamming into you every time you come down against him. your abused hole drips with newfound wetness and remainders of taehyung’s hot seed as he pushes it further inside of you. 

the pace is wild, and heat flares up between you both as your bodies move together completely uncontrolled. “m gonna cum again...” you gasp as you feel taehyung pound repeatedly into your g-spot. “please, please fill me up.” 

“gonna cum with you princess, gonna breed you with my dragon pups,” taehyung practically whimpers, mumbling an i love you into the air. “gonna fill you up and fuck my cum deep inside you.” he rambles now as his thrusts become erratic. having his length nuzzled inside of you is what pushes taehyung over the edge, beating the feeling of endless hours of pleasuring himself during breeding seasons. he had never held or touched a woman in the way that he did with you. you were his first, and that was what made his heads fill you once more with a heavy load of his seed, shooting further into your cunt as you cream against him once more, pushing your hips down while his cum smears against your clit. “

“taehyungie!” 

you collapse against the grass, panting shakily as taehyung pulls you into his arms again, turning to lay on his side as he pulls you into his chest. he doesn’t remove himself from your body, keeping himself inside you as more of the glowing blue flowers begin to bloom around you. taehyung’s hand settles on your belly as his arms wrap around your waist, rubbing it in circles while he kisses your hair. everything is perfect, just as it is meant to be. you’re in love with the man you had dared yourself to kill, but could now only find it in you to lay with him under the stars. 

“i love you taehyung,” you say for the millionth time that night, drawing patterns into the hand that rests on your stomach. “i won’t ever love anyone else. i am yours and you are mine.” 

“we are one, YN.” taehyung adds, sweetly, holding you closer as you feel yourself start to drift into a sweet slumber. “and i will love you forever.” 

forever. 

you smile at the word, placing his hand over his as you finally fall into sleep. you stay with taehyung, in forest for a night or two, loving each other under the moon.

“and you will see to it that the dragon is captured and killed, immediately?” 

jungkook hesitates, a pause in the air at the prince’s request. when namjoon and the king had asked the young advisor to follow his queen out into the woods, he had never expected to see what he did. the nights where you would disappear for hours on end, coming home with scorch marks and ruffled hair all seemed to make sense now. you were with the dragon prince, the one who’s heart you had promised to capture. except, only you could not do it, you had been soft in the heart. a trait that lay with your deceased mother. 

jungkook had seen you take round after round of the dragon’s cock, wishing that he could be in place of the beastly creature. he hated how that thing claimed you like he had been trying to for years, he despised how he fisted himself to orgasm behind the trees as he watched you cum for the dragon, moan for the dragon, love for the dragon. jungkook hated himself for betraying you due to his own jealousy, he wanted to see the dragon pay for what it had done to his queen, his love. and although, the advisor was unsure of what namjoon planned to do with the information, jungkook knew the least he could do was set you back on the right path. 

he had already owed you this debt, in where he failed to warn you about namjoon. perhaps, he would make it up to you by freeing you from the dragon’s grip. 

“jungkook...”

“yes my liege, we will send our best troops to their location and have him captured within the next week or so...” the boy explains, rubbing a thumb over his knuckles nervously. why does guilt rein free in his mind? he was doing what was best for you. 

prince namjoon nods proudly, nodding his head and standing from his seat to leave the dining room. the prince had moved into the palace due to your absence over the last three days, presumably to take over rule as your father was too sick to do so. namjoon was brought in to have you wed before your father’s passing but the courts knew you were more than capable of doing so on your own. 

they just hated to see a women in power.

“you are dismissed, jungkook.” 

the young advisor nods his head gratefully, running a hand through his wavy locks and massaging his scalp to calm his guilt ridden mind. “what the fuck, jeon?” he mumbles to himself, starting walk back his quarters. he needed to be a lone, he needed time to convince himself that what he had done was right. jungkook could pretend that everything would be fine and maybe it would be. 

he paces down the twisting and winding halls of the castle, chest squeezing as he begins to feel trapped within the walls and lies. jungkook doesn’t even hear the call of his name. 

“jeongguk!” tamarae gasps, catching up to the young advisor. the boy freezes, the princess much resembled the queen before YN, her features her sloping and graceful and you could see shift in her eye colour of the light hit them just right. everyone had been in awe of tamarae since she was born, but she was no YN. he looks down at the girl, just a year younger than jungkook himself, and parts his lips to speak. they were aquatinted well, but never spoke more than a passing hello when YN was around. 

but he never gets a chance to speak. 

the princess’ hand falls sharply against his cheek, the connection is enough to send his head to the side. it is now, for the first time, that jungkook really looks at the young princess. her snow white hair is dishevelled and slightly out of place, dark eye bags beneath her usually glowing eyes and her skin has paled significantly. “how dare you?” tamarae seethes, stepping closer to jungkook and pointing a finger in his face. he flops guiltily, his actions coming to haunt him. “how dare you, give my sister’s location to that treacherous prince?”

“i’m doing what is in the best interest of our queen.” 

tamarae opens her mouth in shock, casting a glance up and down jungkook’s frame before taking a breath to calm herself. “what would you know about her best interests?” she begins, now poking a thumb into the firm of the advisor’s chest. “she is happy there, out in the woods in her clearing. he makes her happy.” a breath, “— but you’re so foolishly and selfishly in love with her, you would do anything to make her love you back. well, jeon jungkook...now she will never.” 

“tamarae, i—“

“and you slept with me, i let you wrestle me to bed in your quarters and make a woman of me,”  the princess starts to feel tears form in her eyes, breath becoming shaky and anger rising within her chest. “just so...so you could find where she is. i didn’t tell you, for you to hurt her. i told you because you’re her best friend...” 

jungkook is left, trembling with guilt as the princess turns away and heads back in the direction she came. 

he was desperately in love with you, but was too blind to see the love he was given too.

the feeling beneath taehyung’s skin is nothing like he has ever felt before. it’s a bristling pain that jabs at his flesh, pinches at his every fibre and burning away at his heart. 

it hurts, it pains him and he doesn’t know why. 

the servants strip him of his shirt, sweat licking his honey dipped abs as they douse him with cold spurts of water but nothing helps and the pain doesn’t cease. one places a stick between his teeth for him to clamp down on as they rub at his skin, trying to massage the pain away. instead the supposed, soothing feeling is replaced by a thousand small stabs to his flesh, almost to the point where tears pool in his ocean eyes. 

the double doors to his bedroom open suddenly, Queen elantris making an entrance as maids and servants alike withdraw from the heaving prince. his stares over at his mother as she dismisses all other personnel in the room, dropping his head back into his tangled sheets while he pants, eyes falling shut. 

“mother...”

“shh, my boy, you are in a lot of pain,” elantris hums quietly, brushing her son’s curled charcoal locks from his paling face.  the prince whines like a young dragon pup, the hurt becoming too much to bare. elantris looks down at her child, seizing the moment to rub a cooling herb mix against his chest, despite the growls and roars that emit from taehyung’s lips. she coos at him gently, once she’s done, whispering sweet words into his hair as he shivers in a cold sweat. the dragon queen had seen this once before, never as severe. her child was sick with a deep poison, known as love. 

“what’s happening to me?”

the tone of fear rings in taehyung’s voice as he roars, scales reappearing across his skin and eyes darkening into their golden state. his mother leans down and noses taehyung’s cheek, trying to ease him through the pain and coaches him through it despite the groans he lets out.

“you’ve imprinted, my love,” elantris whispers, linking their hands. “you’re in love, taehyung, with that human girl.” 

the boy gasps through his pain, feeling like a pup being caught stealing from the kitchen like when he was young. taehyung had known that he had always felt strongly towards you, felt strongly for the way your eyes sparkled under the moon and the way your smile shone brightly whenever the dragon had a new trick to show you. taehyung had known, all along, that he was in love with you. “how, how did you know?”

“i could smell her on you, taehyung,” elantris chuckles and releases her child’s hand, helping him to sit. “i may be old but i am not a fool. you have learned to forgive, unlike those of our ancestors. you must go to her, the girl and the closer you are to her, the less pain you will be in.” she hums. “you just go to her.” 

the prince stretches his limbs, a cool slick sliding over his skin. “i will, i love her.” 

the clearing.

when you thought of the clearing, you thought of happiness and love. your love, with taehyung that bloomed solely under the night of the stars but another that grew strongly inside of you. the news you had for taehyung sent a series of fire works bursting in your chest, coursing through your veins— this could be it, could be what could end all the suffering and consequences, letting yourself and your prince be together. 

the familiar sent of sweet moon lily fills your nostrils, easing your nerves as you approach the clearing, your love. the sky is clear above your head, milky pink like the roses your mother used to weave into your hair. you like to believe, that she would be excited for you, looking down at you from the constellations above with joy.  this was not always your plan, but you would not let this get in your way of becoming queen. 

you take care with your steps, unlike times before this, wearing your traditional warrior fit makes the journey easier.  you want to be careful and prevent any harm to what is to come — but suddenly, the air around you feels different, thick with smoke and heavy with  an eerie vibe. something is off, something is wrong. 

peeking through the leaves you spot several men, heavily armed with swords and arrows, in a uniform you do not recognise. upon closer inspection— you notice the emblem on the crest of a soldier from your kingdom . these are your people, men from your army. 

in your clearing. 

rushing forward, you burst from the trees and slap a hand over your mouth at the site. the dragon prince, fully shifted into his beautiful dragon transformation is hooked to the ground with thick metal chains that rub at his skin. taehyung roars, in pain, in fear, you cannot tell and panic begins to rise in your chest, clawing at your throat and tearing at your insides. 

they had found him.

the beast sniffs the air once, twice, the bones in his back cracking as he fights to stand—pulling the men that held him back, off of the ground. yellowed eyes tilt towards you, barely hidden in your precious spot as the prince tries to rip free and expose you. he could sense your presence, your emotions and desperately needed to be with you, he needed you to know about the imprint. 

but before taehyung can reach you, a guard calls and has you on your knees in a second, many others spearing your lover to get him under control. tears sting in your eyes as the first drops of his blood hit the pure grass beneath your knees, where you had made love for the first time, where you were supposed to be safe. 

“taehyung!” you scream, attempting to rip yourself away from the men, your men... that hold you down. it’s almost as if you can feel every pierce of taehyung’s flesh as he roars out for you. yanking your arm free, you attempt to stand, but your pathway is blocked by a pair of black boots and a talk slender figure.  your wobbling lip turns to a sneer, gaze darkening as you look to him. “you...”

namjoon smirks, kneeling down to your height as your own men hold you down. “hello, my queen,” he hums, eyeing your sweat streaked face and angry expression. the man lifts your chin with his forefinger, tilting your head to look up at you. taehyung’s chest rumbles possessively as the latter male’s hands slip to clip your jaw tightly. “you seem to be right on time, love. you’re about to witness the true harvesting of a dragon heart.” 

a flare of outrage ignites in your chest as you lunge forward, biting at namjoon’s finger so hard that you draw blood, while vexed tears cloud your vision. the pink haired prince pulls back, holding his hand tightly in pain. “unhand me.” you breathe heavily, staring up at the men beside you, holding you down and betraying you. “unhand me by order of your princess.” you muster up a stern expression, although your lip wobbles and your eyes water as the pain of your lover courses through your veins. you had not known it was possible to feel so connected, so in tune with someone before. but you understood now, that this was love. love was not your mother and father arguing during nights, where hoseok would cover yourself and your sister’s ears, love was not tolerating and suppressing your bitter hatred for your father. love was not war. love was taehyung. 

the men look to namjoon for guidance as you thrash within their grip, he simply shakes out his wounded hand and stalking towards you, before landing a harsh slap across your face. your head whips to the side, your chest heaving in shock while your lover growls in the distance.  

“i’m afraid they cannot do that your highness,” namjoon spits, pushing you down into the soil. you clutch at your stomach protectively, glowering at the prince. “you father has handed all authority over to me, after your absence for the last two nights. the court has ruled you, unfit to rule until we marry.” 

the prince then turns to the dragon, signalling for his minions to tighten the chains around taehyung. “and he shall be executed in consequence of your action. for imprinting on our queen, like the filthy creature he is.” 

it feels like your world is collapsing, and you are falling underneath the surface. but you cannot give in, you cannot give namjoon the satisfaction of your favour without a fight. you cannot lose taehyung. you close your eyes and swallow thickly, remembering what your mother had instilled in you. every battle has a way to be won. 

“unhand me,” you repeat, steadying your breath. “and i will go with you willingly.” namjoon only chuckles deeply, shaking his head so you take action. ripping yourself from the men behind you, you kick your leg out and take the men down by swipe their feet out from underneath them. elbowing a soldier in the nose and snatching your sword from its sheath, burying it in the chests of two traitors. rolling your shoulders back, you kick down two more men and stay light on your toes. 

you aim for the prince next. 

taking a running sprint, you thrust your sword towards him, barely slicing his cheek as you pant heavily. “release the dragon, and i will spare you,” you seethe through gritted teeth, watching your wounded lover from over namjoon’s shoulder. “don’t be a foolish man, my prince.” you mock, venomously.

“i see that carrying a child has softened your mindset, princess YN,” namjoon comments softly, pushing the blade away from his throat. how could he know? who could have told him? your confident demeanour falters slightly, but you do not allow yourself to slip, holding up your blade again. “the castle maids talk, you show early signs. disgraceful, how you are willing to bare the child of the beast that killed your mother—“ the prince remains cool and collected whilst your resolve starts to crumble, he wins. taehyung wails for you in the background, weakening as you begin to shake. “you will marry me, tomorrow at sunset if you wish for child to be speared. i feel no remorse for ending two lives tonight.” 

the world around you begins to spin lightly, taehyung calling for you to stay strong. namjoon had won, he had you exactly where he wanted you, and there was nothing more you could do. “very well,” you whisper, dropping your gaze along with your mothers sword. “we shall be wed.”

you had never been to a wedding, if you had, you may have been too young to remember. sometimes, if you were lucky enough to hear, your mother would tell you of her own, her white dress and wolf furs, her pearl crown imported from across the sea. when she explained to you, brushing your hair and tying it neatly before bed, she had never smiled, never grinned at the thought of a royal feast. her face had always been void. 

you now, realise why. 

today you would marry, to a man you bared no feelings for. today you would marry out of duty and out of the love you had for someone else. you realise, being older and less naive, that your mother, the queen— married your father as a debt to her kingdom. 

“you look beautiful, YN...” your sister offered, taking over for the maid in weaving flowers into your hair. orchids. the national flower of namjoon’s kingdom. the smell was too sweet, sickly to the point where you felt you would heave. they were everywhere, in your hair and your bouquet, in gifts given by royals from other kingdoms— you hated it. a constant reminder of what you had to lose. tamarae notes your silence, stopping her hands that move to fix hair that has already been tucked into place. “please, say something...”

you blink twice in response, parting your lips as if the words will come on their own — but you’re hollow inside, a ghost of who you once were. there were no more tears to cry, or screams to let out. all of those had passed in the cold night, when your sister held you as you cried because your child would grow without the father they needed. because you were going to lose your love. tamarae sinks to her knees before you, creasing the sweet powder blue dress that she wore. her hand take yours, squeezing it gently as if to remind you that you’re still a person, you still feel. 

“you don’t have to do this,” she whispers hoarsely, white hair falling over her face to shield her from the world. her bottom lip trembles as tears slip down her cheeks— she had lost her mother, her brother and now her sister. what more could she lose? “you don’t have to...”

for the first time in hours, you make a movement...your face twitches into a sad smile as you cup your sister’s cheeks and hold her close. tamarae’s face finds the tule of your wedding dress, trying her best not to stain the expensive fabric imported from namjoon’s kingdom, not that you cared much for it. “i have to, for you and for the people. our people. they have lost faith in me, and they need me—“ you swallow sharply, no more tears. “they need me to show them i care for our people, i care for this war...”

“i don’t want to lose you...”

“you won’t.”

the door bursts open, yourself and your sister jumping apart at the sudden entrance. jungkook inhales deeply, eyes flickering between the two princesses before tamarae scoffs and parts ways with you but not before pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

she shoves past the boy, maids flurrying after her, leaving yourself and the advisor alone. he is the first to speak. “YN, my queen, you’re stunning-“ 

“no,” you interject, looking up at your old friend, coldly. “don’t speak. you don’t get to speak today or i’ll have you executed for treason.” you punctuate your every word, begging yourself to keep it together because if you cry now, jungkook will be the only one to comfort you. your best friend, the man who betrayed you, silences himself, before it’s too late. “you don’t get to say a word, not after what you did to me. not after betraying my trust.” 

“YN, i-“ 

“please,” you hiccup this time, the air in your lungs being sucked away from you with every passing second. jungkook is here to walk you down the isle, towards the man that will only abuse his power of you and your people. jungkook is the reason you are walking this path. “please don’t say anymore. have you not said enough? given away my secrets, out of love you say?” jungkook falters, every fibre in his being screaming out at him to comfort you, but his love for you did this, he destroyed the strong girl he once knew. “then your love is truly misplaced- i have loved you, jeongguk...but only ever as a friend. you used that against my sister, which i truly cannot forgive. so please do not say anymore than you must, for your words only ever hurt us.” 

jungkook bites his lip and nods, offering his arm to you to lead you down to the ceremony. he watches you with sad eyes, but a kind smile, sighing heavily when you return his with a watery one. 

if he had not loved you, this would not have happened. if he had not loved you, he would still have his friend.

the sun is coloured a shade of honey, ribbons of its light casting a warm hue against your skin. sunsets like this are rare, beautiful and not to be taken for granted— they remind you of sweet days with taehyung, his curled hair buried in your neck and his soft giggle filling the air. sunsets reminded you of your love for taehyung.

you watch the sun dip it’s toes into the navy blue of the water, just behind the prince’s head at the end of the isle. namjoon had wanted a wedding by the sea, with enough room for all of your people along with visitors from kingdoms far away. he wanted sea air and a fresh breeze, he wanted open waters, clear enough to see the dye of taehyung’s blood when he executed the dragon prince after the ceremony. he wanted it all, and you wanted to escape. your stomach twists and turns, as the orchestra begin to strum a wedding tune. this isle was not a path to happiness, but one to your death. 

to the people of your kingdom, saw you as a beautiful bride but you saw yourself as a ghost of a human being. jungkook holds you by the arm, steadying your steps as he walks you towards your doom, your own funeral. your own father couldn’t even give you away, too drunk to even stand. you scowl at him as you pass his pew, accompanied by your sweet sister. 

if you had it your way, it would be taehyung at the end of the isle, dressed in his kingdom’s traditional fits as he gave you that toothy grin. his eyes would light up as your brother gave you away, and your mother’s light shined on you from above. taehyung would take your hand firmly in his, slip on the ring and tell you how much he loved you. the dress that you wore would be off at the end of the night, as you made love to one another. but now, here you were, reaching the dreaded prince namjoon, as he smirked at you greasily. 

jungkook gave you a tight, apologetic squeeze before handing you over to namjoon, shielding his face once he joined the rest of the crowd. your gaze slowly shifts to namjoon, hating the way he looked at you, when the ground beneath your feet starts to shake and you hear the pained cry of your love. “taehyung...” you whisper, standing on your tip toes to find him. over the shoulder of the prince, you spot the dragon shivering from pain behind the alter. 

he spasms in his chains, wrists red and sore whilst purple bruises litter his tanned honey skin. he whimpers our for you, causing tears to well in your eyes. all you can do is watch helplessly as the dragon steadies his laboured breathing. small tears slip down your cheeks, streaming through the layers of make up that you wore— the pink haired prince lowers his lips to your ear level. “take a good look, my princess, for this will be the last chance you will ever get.” the prince chuckles, pouting at you mockingly. 

with watery eyes, you glance back at the dragon prince, watching as he falls weak at namjoon’s proximity to his imprint. the injuries taehyung sustained over the time had weakened his dragon transformation, the scales that patched his skin were becoming dull as he bled from wounds here and there. the only way for him to heal would be to be near you again. 

sucking in a deep breath, you blink away the oncoming tears and replace them with a bright smile. smile for the people, smile for your family. “of course, my king,” you say with wobbling words. be strong, you chant. 

the ceremony begins with namjoon’s consent, rushing by with your mind focused on your lover. he’s hurting, in pain and all you want to do his hold him, ease him through it all. you cannot focus, sick to the stomach of what is to come, will you live out the same fate as your mother?  bare beautiful children from the seed of a hateful man. will he ruin your kingdom? what your mother had worked hard to build? this couldn’t be your legacy. 

“and do you, princess YN LN of the  Phantis empire, take prince namjoon of the Kevimore kingdom— to be your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health...as long as you both shall live?” the minister’s words fly over your head, your mouth suddenly feeling dry and the air in your lungs no longer present. 

namjoon leans down to whisper into your ear, warningly. “YN...” 

“i-“ you hesitate, saying yes would mean taehyung would be executed sooner and you couldn’t bare to lose the only love you’ve ever had. namjoon’s arms snake around your waist, pulling you into him, causing taehyung to fall to his knees behind your shoulder, ocean eyes full of tears. he can’t lose his soulmate, not now, not ever. “i’m...”

the words formulate on your lips, the pressure weighing down on your shoulders. 

“stop the wedding!” 

you clutch at your chest, relief flooding through you as the crowd turns their attention to the oncoming voice. an armoured soldier and his men, enter the ceremony eliciting gasps and stares of the congregation, you take the opportunity to slip from namjoon’s slimy grip, while they create a distraction. 

“who do you think you are?” namjoon scowls, stepping forward and pointing an accusing finger at the intruder. “interrupting an officiated ceremony, what authority do you have over a drunken king and his weak daughter?” 

the soldier dismounts from his horse, stepping forward to the middle of the isle and removes his helmet— revealing the similar sloped and heart shaped features of your elder brother. “hoseok,” tamarae calls, stealing the words from your very lips. you watch as your younger sister rushes into his arms, the reunion warming your numbed heart. 

the red heard clutches your sibling close, pressing a kiss to her hair in a protective fashion before glaring daggers into namjoon. if looks could kill the prince would be five miles under. the soldier’s namjoon has under his rein, bend the knee to their rightful prince, giving you time to make a dash for taehyung before he collapses to his side. 

“prince hoseok... what—what are you doing here?”

the man in question raises a brow, ordering his men to take namjoon into custody. “the war is over, with word of my sister’s union with dragon prince-“ hoseok nods his head over to you, smirking as the latter male is brought to his knees in front of the entire court. “— spread across the battle field, man and mythical creature alike have found a way to bring peace,” the eldest sibling makes his way toward the pink haired prince and drawing his sword up to the other’s chin. “and next time...you will think twice before treating my sister, thinking you have power over us all. she is stronger and a much better leader than you will ever be. so stand, take your men and leave before i have your head.” 

namjoon nods vigorously, clearing himself and the ceremony up as you sniff thankfully, turning your attention to the dragon prince. as soon as you hold him in your arms, taehyung collapses, barely breathing as you come into his field of view. his perfect lips are dry and slightly cut, a gash along his brow that will surely scar and purple, burgundy bruises just under his ribs where his wings would be. he looks bad, but your dragon has never looked better. “t-tae...my love, it’s okay..hold on for me, please?” you whisper, brushing his hair back as his eyes flutter open and closed. “please don’t go, don’t leave me now...”

the dragon prince open and closes his mouth, head rolling as you move it into your lap. biting back tears, you brush your curls through his now silver locks, faded from the pain most likely. “don’t leave us, taehyung. don’t you dare.” you add, hoseok ordering servants and men to help give you the medical help that you. you can’t bare to part from your love now, chest heaving with your cries as the dragon slips in and out of consciousness. 

“you’re with a child...” he manages to mumble, gripping your hand tightly as his lips form a slight smile. “i could never leave my soulmate, my imprint behind.” 

your heart lifts, taehyung had told you tales of imprints only once— when his mother and father met, they couldn’t stand to be away from one another... in far too much pain. the story helped you believe in love. an imprint is when a dragon finds their mate, their one true love...and taehyung had found that in you. 

“i love you, taehyung.” 

“and i, love you.” 

you let go of his hand, allowing hoseok’s men to whisk your dragon prince away before going to reunite with your siblings. pulling off your veil, you open your arms to join hoseok and tamarae’s hug, nuzzling into them. “we’ll be okay, right?” your little sister asks, nearing tears.  this would be the first time, the three of you have held each other since hoseok left for war.

“we will be,” your brother promises, kissing your hair sweetly. “we always will be.” 

a year later, you find yourself dressed in another gown. the same fabric as your mother’s from her own coronation, emerald green silk made by those in the village embroiled with crystals from the caves of taehyung’s very own kingdom. your smile shines brightly as your younger sister fixes your hair around the crown you wear, diamond encrusted, silver plated, like the one your mother was. “sister, if you don’t stop moving, you’re going to miss your presentation to the public,” tamarae scolds you, stepping back when she’s finished with her work. “as queen.” 

“queen— that does sound delightful, don’t you think?” you tease, touching at your makeup gently before snaking your lips. tamarae rolls her eyes and pushes your shoulder gently, mumbling something about seeing you out there. over the course of the year, your father had stepped down from his position in the court allowing you to take the lead on your path to queen while you and taehyung reunified the human and magic worlds. after he recovered, you married taehyung in the dead of the night, under the stars in his kingdom, with blessing from his mother and today, you had finally been coronated as queen. 

“incoming!” a voice called, bringing a babbling baby into the room. your smile widened as jimin, the Phoenix and taehyung’s most trusted advisor stepped in, bringing over your daughter of three months. “taehyung is being dressed at the moment, hoseok is doing a cover of the grounds and jungkook,” jimin lists— adjusting cahira, your baby, in your arms. her name meaning, warrior. “he’s setting up things out front on the balcony.” 

“thank you, jimin,” you nod, bouncing your sweet girl before dismissing your husband’s advisor. 

after namjoon was punished for an attempt at overthrow, you managed to salvage your friendship with jungkook, only to the distain of your husband (it took several growling matches and attempts to calm him down before he let your advisor anywhere near you). but nonetheless, you couldn’t help but turn to mush as you watched over your baby, cahira’s eyes were large and bright like yours, taking on the blue colour of taehyung’s. her black hair was curled, with a patch of white from your mother’s side. her nose was most definitely yours, however. taehyung said that from her early months, it was impossible to tell whether she would show traits of a dragon or not, you would have to wait until her first tooth to see. 

but you knew, just by looking at your young princess— she was made to be a queen, just like you and her grandmother before you. 

“i love the way you look at her, like she is all that there is to the world,” your king grins from the doorway, moving over and bending down slightly to play with his daughter’s tiny hands. it truly is a sight to see, a large and mighty beast, cooing at his tiny baby girl. “hi there, cahira...it’s your daddy!” you sweep over your husband, taking in his floppy hair and his tight fitting black blazer that’s spiralled with silver patterns to match your dress. the ash haired dragon preens happily, primal instincts kicking in while he occupies himself with his daughter on your hip, before looking up at you through the curtain of his hair.  “and i must say, i do enjoy the way you look at me as well.” 

shaking your head, you lean down to meet taehyung’s sweet lips, wiping the small smirk off of his face,” a look of adoration, for the people i love most in this world.” you say, standing straight as your lover takes you into his arms, mindful of the giggling baby between you. “i am happy like this, with you.” 

“i am happy with you, completely and utterly in love with you, and my daughter,” taehyung whispers into your hair, kissing it. “we ended the war, and finally received the happy ending that we deserved.”  you stand in the middle of the throne room, just off of the balcony, listening to the chants and calls of your people— both yours and taehyung’s, in the distance. the war had been ended, your love had united the people and your people finally brought together. 

your maids enter the room, opening the doors to the balcony as jungkook comes through to salute you. taehyung separates from you, lacing your fingers together— allowing you to catch glimpse of the wedding rings you both wore. together, for an eternity. 

“ready to face the world, my love?” taehyung asks, taking cahira from your arms and settling her on his hip. “my queen?” 

you stand on your tiptoes, adjusting the matching crown on his head. you thought that you would never rule with a man by your side, and you didn’t need one. but taehyung would never take away from you as a woman, you were his queen and you always would be. you smile brightly, squeezing his palm and nod. “with you, i always will be.” you answer, taking his hand and stepping out towards your future. 

you had once wanted to hold a dragon’s heart, little did you know, he would be holding yours instead. 

⇢ author’s note(s): hi everyone! thank you so much for reading! I really enjoyed writing this fic, i think im most proud of this project and so, in the future im thinking of doing some kind of spin off seires/drabble collection, let me know what you guys think? feedback is always appreciated :D

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