#tw: mentions of violence

[opeothalmologist]

pov: you're jurgen leitner

#TW: mentions of violence #the magnus archives #tma spoilers #tma season 2 spoilers #elias bouchard #jurgen leitner #memes #edit: now with alt text!

[deobienthusiast]

like a moth to a flame | ljy

• pairing: royal guard!juyeon x gn!reader

• word count: 11.2k words (so fucking proud of myself)

• genre: forbidden love!au, royal!au, angst, fluff

• warnings: brief mentions of nudity, implied sexual themes without actually mentioning it, suggestive, mentions of death (there’s a few descriptive death parts and descriptive injury parts), blood, dead bodies

• synopsis: after falling for the one of the royal guards your family has hired, you now face the dilemma of worrying about his safety without giving away your relationship

• notes: no lie, my expectations for this fic weren’t very high, but when i finished it i bawled like a baby because of how proud i was for finishing it and how proud i was of it. this has to be probably my best fic yet, so i hope you guys really really enjoy it!!!! banner is by @sungbeam ILY THANK YOU SO MUCH🥹🥹

• tagging: @deoboyznet @userjuyo @cloverdaisies @hongyangi @juyeonszn @sureogi @kimsohn @invuwrld (let me know if you want to be apart of a tag list for a certain member OR be tagged for any tbz fics)

Life had a funny way of placing people in front of you so they could become a part of your life. You always wondered, if you were out on your own and living a very different life than the one you live, just how you would meet the same people who were already present within your young adolescent years. Being the child of a king seemed like the life everyone would want. However, when you peek upon the lives of the common who live normally without an impending threat constantly over their heads, you get jealous. They live with such ease, with no cares in the world. You live with a constant fear of your castle doors being broken down, and someone wreaking havoc on your family. That was until your father hired new royal guards.

They were all relatively tall. Some being your height, while others just towered right over you. Three were on the younger side, four of them being your age, and four being older than you. You grew close to the ones who were your age. You grew close to the younger ones as well. They were a bit more childish, so they were kept more so in the castle as to not provide any unwarranted attention. The four eldest were the main ones that were sent out on missions, coming back beaten, bruised, and bloodied. But finishing their job, nonetheless. The eleven guards took care of business when it needed to be dealt with. There was one that stood out to you, though.

When these guards stepped through the castle doors, your curiosity got the best of you. You usually don’t dabble in your father’s affairs. Too worried you’ll hear something that you don’t want to. However, when these men stepped out of his chambers, you couldn’t help but lock eyes with one. He stopped almost immediately, his cat-like eyes dragging you in as his colleagues moved from around him to head to their respective posts. He gave you a bow and a small smile as his long legs took strides to put him right in front of you.

Holding out his large hand, you gently placed your smaller one in his. This allowed him to bring your hand to his lips where he left the softest brush of a kiss upon your knuckles.

“Your highness,” He said softly.

And that was how you met Juyeon. The royal guard who had stolen your heart, and you his. From that point on, you two were inseparable, having to hide your relationship due to the nature of his job. He was forbidden to be with a member of the royal family, but even he couldn’t lie. You were so captivating. Juyeon had never met anyone like you in his life. The way you move so elegantly and swiftly. How you had a multitude of people in the castle wrapped around your pretty little finger (him included). Juyeon was so in love with you that it scared him. Keeping your relationship a secret was hard for the boy. Especially considering he was now to a point where he’d leave with the older guards for missions, which meant leaving your safety in the hands of the three youngest who he knew had massive crushes on you (Sunwoo, especially). Juyeon wanted you for himself. He didn’t like to share, especially not with his members. And you were too special to him, too precious for your safety to be left in the hands of anyone but himself. Of course his members weren’t idiots. In fact, the younger ones were the first to find out about the two of you and spread it to the rest of the crew. This led to Juyeon getting a stern talking to from the oldest, Sangyeon, explaining to him the dangers of falling for a member of the royal family and the harm it could put him in if anyone besides them found out. Juyeon didn’t care, and quite frankly, neither did you.

That’s how two of the older members, Hyunjae and Jacob, found you two in your room with nothing but the royal cotton sheets covering your bodies that were wrapped around each other.

“Seriously?!” Hyunjae said incredulously. “What is wrong with the two of you?”

Jacob walked towards the side of the bed Juyeon lay on as he grabbed his uniform, tossing it to the boy.

“Change! Before Sangyeon realizes you’ve left your post outside the bedroom door.” Jacob said, emphasizing the “outside”.

Juyeon chuckled, rolling over just slightly to softly peck your lips as he sat up, leaving enough slack in the sheets so you could cover yourself.

“I’m not changing in front of you guys.” Juyeon gestured to the two boys.

Hyunjae scoffed. “But you’ll change in front of,”

“Got it! You’ve got three minutes.” Jacob cut off the boy as he pushed him to the door.

He cracked it slightly, checking to see if anyone was outside, making you all hold your breath. He turned to you all, nodding slightly as he and Hyunjae exited before repeating. “Three minutes, Juyeon.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle. Despite knowing the danger Juyeon was putting himself in, you knew they would never tell Juyeon to stop seeing you. Especially since you made him the happiest he’s ever been since he became a royal guard. At least that’s what Hyunjae had told you.

Juyeon waited for the door to close completely before grabbing his boxers from the floor. Sliding them over his legs to cover his bare bottom half, he stood up, turning around to stare at you.

“What?” You said softly.

He just shook his head with a shrug. “You’re just so beautiful.”

Rolling your eyes, knowing how completely ravaged you look because of him, you just nod. “Yeah, you definitely need to get back to your post.”

Juyeon laughed, his hair bouncing with every movement of his head. You grabbed the night clothes the tall man had rid you of when he snuck into your room, slipping them on as you got up to help Juyeon with his uniform. His pants and boots went on without any struggle, but getting his top fastened down enough to cover the marks you left on him seemed to be a bit more of a challenge. Feeling a little guilty, knowing he could get in trouble, you mumbled out an apology.

“I guess I got carried away.” You spoke sheepishly.

He looked at you through the floor length mirror, having finally found a way to cover everything as he smiled.

“Don’t be. They let me know that I’m doing my job correctly.”

Now that was corny, but you couldn’t deny the way a heat creeped up your neck at his words.

As the last button on his top got fastened, a knock sounded on the door.

“Sangyeon is looking for you.” Jacob’s muffled voice said.

Juyeon let out a sigh as he walked over to you, grabbing your hand to bring to his lips just like he did the first day he met you.

“I love you. I’ll see you in the morning after our briefing with your father.”

You could only nod, too captivated by his voice to truly understand what was coming out. Juyeon kissed your forehead this time before moving to the door, throwing a wink to you from over his shoulder as he got out just in time. You laid your ear to the door as you could hear a pair of heavy-footed boots make their way to your door.

“Please tell me you weren’t doing what I think you were?” You heard Sangyeon ask him.

Juyeon replied. “I was just checking in. Making sure everything was okay. I swear.”

From the other side of the door, Sangyeon gave the younger boy a look. “You’re playing with fire Juyeon.”

Juyeon could only nod as Sangyeon walked back to his post, finishing his rounds of checking on each guard. You sighed, allowing your feet to drag you to the now empty king bed that felt too big for one person.

You fell asleep easier than you had expected, waking to a knock at your door. You groaned slightly as the door opened, your right hand coming in to greet you.

“Good morning, your highness. You must get dressed immediately. Your father has summoned everyone to the ballroom for a meeting. He says it’s urgent.” The girl tells you.

You nod, thanking the girl softly as she lays your clothes out on your bed. She exits, leaving you to get dressed as you frown. A meeting that involved everyone in the castle was never a good thing, and suddenly a feeling of nausea passed over you. Did someone find out about you and Juyeon? Is that what this was about? Your thoughts made you dress quickly as you fixed your hair, rushing to the bathroom to brush your teeth. You opened your bedroom door, meeting the back of a head belonging to a rather tall man. You felt yourself relax as you lifted your hand to tap his shoulder before they turned. Your hand retracted immediately as your eyes widened slightly.

“Younghoon, what are you doing over here?” You asked.

The older members watched over the more senior members of the family so seeing one of them posted outside your door worried you to no end.

“I’m just here to escort you to your parents' chambers. The queen and your sister are waiting for you.” Younghoon told you.

You nodded, following the boy through the long corridor. He stopped in front of the door, looking around first before opening it. You furrowed your eyebrows, walking in the room as he closed the door behind you. Your mother looked at you, giving you a small smile.

“Mother, what is happening?” You asked quietly.

She sighed. “Your father is briefing the guards. It’s important that we wait here.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Why was Younghoon posted outside my door? He only does that if there is impending danger.”

Your mother made your sister comfortable on the bed as she stood up. She gently grabbed your arm, pulling you off to the side as she spoke in a hushed tone.

“There’s been some talk,” She starts.

“Talk?”

“They think someone is after your father and I.”

You swallowed. “Which means they’ll also come for her and I?”

You raised a hand to point between yourself and your sister. The action made your mother nod as a knock was put to the door. You jumped slightly as someone spoke.

“Your majesty,” Sangyeon’s voice said just loud enough to make it through the door. “You can come out now.”

You opened the door, coming face to face with the senior guard who gave you a small smile.

“Your highness,” He said with a bow. “The King is looking for you.”

You nodded, thanking the older boy as you gave your mother a kiss on the cheek. You quickly left the room, walking down the hallway towards the ballroom. You noticed Sunwoo and Eric, the two youngest guards, conversing outside the door. They both were having a very hushed, secretive conversation as you walked up to them. You got your hand onto the gold gilded handle of the ballroom door before Eric stopped you.

“Your highness, you can’t go in yet.” The youngest guard said.

“Why?”

“The King is briefing the guards.”

You rolled your eyes. “So why aren’t you two in there?”

Sunwoo spoke this time. “They are being sent on a mission.”

You turned to the boy. “What mission?”

Sunwoo and Eric turned to look at each other, almost as if to silently ask the other if they should tell you. Eric shoved the boy slightly, making Sunwoo whine before he spoke.

“There’s a threat to the kingdom. To your parents and you and your sister. We know the source of the threat and your father is sending the more senior guards out to neutralize the situation.” Sunwoo said.

You nodded, letting out a calm breath. “So, no Juyeon. He’s not going?”

This time Sunwoo was quick to shove Eric, knowing how you got about Juyeon going on missions.

“Uh, well…not exactly.”

Before you could reply the door opened. Your father looked between you and the younger guards before speaking to them.

“Shouldn’t you be at your posts?” He asked as the two younger boys nodded quickly, heading off to their respective posts.

He pulled you into the ballroom where the rest of the guards, more specifically your guard, were gathered around. Juyeon lifted his head, his hair falling into his eyes as he watched your father walk you into the ballroom.

“Gentleman, this mission is important. You need to take great caution in your posts and each move you make. You have to remember who you’re out there protecting. Most importantly, remember that you are out there protecting each other. This threat is serious, and I do not expect you back until it’s completely dissolved,”

You started to drown out your father’s words as you made eye contact with Juyeon. He gave you a sad smile as you looked over who all was with him. Juyeon, Hyunjae, Jacob, Changmin, and Kevin. You knew Sangyeon would be leading the troops and Younghoon would be up there as well. The other older guard, Chanhee, never went on missions unless absolutely needed. Your sister had taken a liking to him the moment they were hired so he stayed to help your mother. You knew Juyeon never went on missions either for the same reason, in fact he, Changmin, or Kevin rarely went away. The severity of the situation was beginning to set in as you excused yourself, feeling a set of eyes on you as you left the room.

You felt sick knowing that Juyeon would be sent out on a mission that clearly was more dangerous than people were letting on about. You headed for the green house, dismissing any staff that was in the building to care for the flowers as you took in deep breaths, trying to steady your rapidly beating heart. Soft footsteps built up behind you as you closed your eyes, speaking just as softly.

“Juyeon, you’re going to get hurt.”

Large hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you close enough so he could place a soft kiss on your temple.

“Let’s not think about that.” He whispered.

You scoffed, turning yourself around. “How can I not? My father is sending you out with the senior guards to neutralize a threat and you want me to not think about it?”

Juyeon sighed. “I couldn’t tell him no. I would’ve been dismissed.”

“At least then you’d still have your life.” You countered, pushing away from him.

“Then what do you want me to do,” Juyeon says, frustration laced through his words. “You tell me what you want me to do! This is my job. We both knew something like this would arise. Let’s not act surprised. I’m a royal guard, and if I get sent on a mission by order then that’s what I have to do. I could lose everything if I say no.”

Tears built up in your eyes as you raised your voice with the tall guard. “And what about me? What if I lose you?”

Juyeon’s face softened at your words, the frustration melting away.

“Baby,” He spoke, barely above a whisper, as he stepped towards you. “You’re never going to lose me, ever. I’m yours. I’m always going to gravitate towards you no matter how far apart we are.”

His hands cupped your face, forcing you to look at him as his thumbs gently wiped at the tears staining your skin.

“Don’t ever think I’m not going to come back to you. I’m going to be the first one back so I can see you, touch you, hold you, kiss you,” Juyeon pauses, placing a tender kiss to your lips. “I’m not leaving you. Like a moth to a flame.”

You could only nod, mind still reeling with the idea of Juyeon never coming back from his mission. Despite your father having no knowledge of your relationship with one of his best royal guards, you were positive you’d never be able to forgive him if something happened to Juyeon. The boy watched you intently, seeing the gears in your head turning at capacity.

“What are you thinking about?” He asked.

Finally pulling yourself from your thoughts, you spoke. “When do you leave?”

“Before sundown.”

With a nod of your head, you pulled both his hands from your face, squeezing them gently. “Please, don’t do anything stupid. Listen to Sangyeon. And if it gets too heavy, fall back.”

“Love, those weren’t the king's orders.” The guard answered.

You scoffed, with a roll of your eyes. “No, they’re mine. And if you love me, you’ll follow them.”

This time you watched Juyeon intently as a small smile made its way to his face. “Of course I will. Because I do love you.”

“I love you, too.”

You and Juyeon pulled apart, but not before leaving a last kiss to each other’s lips. You knew the boy had to pack for the journey, and he would get in trouble if he wasn’t with the rest of the squad. Juyeon kept a hold on your hand as he backed away.

“I’m going to come back.” He tells you.

You smiled. “Promise?”

A nod and smile was thrown back to you. “With all my heart.”

You watched the boy exit the greenhouse as you mentally prepared yourself for the coming days that were sure to be Juyeon-less. You watched from your bedroom balcony as your father sent the guards off into the sunset, not having the stomach to stand with your mother and sister as he sent the men into what might be their early deaths. Juyeon watched you the entire time, giving you a small smile and mouthing the same promise he made just moments ago in the greenhouse.

I’m going to come back.

His words echoed in your head over and over again, pushing you into a sleepless night.

The morning sun peeked through your blinds too quickly for your liking considering you were finally starting to fall asleep. You let out a yawn, pulling yourself from your bed as you heard a faint knock.

When you pull the door open, you came face to face with your mother.

“Mother,” You say, startled by her presence so early in the morning. “Is everything okay?”

She nodded. “I just wanted to check in on you. You seemed upset about something yesterday.”

If only you knew.

“I’m fine. Just wasn’t feeling too well,” You lied. “Have we heard anything from the guards?”

Your mother chuckled. “Sweetheart, it’s too early to hear anything. If anything, the guards will just be getting to their destination. We’re sending Sunwoo out later as our line of communication.”

You let out a breath, hoping for a better answer. “Well, will you let me know if you hear anything?”

Your mother nods. “Of course, my dear. You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you have a thing for one of those guards.”

You could only chuckle nervously as your mother sauntered off, her dress making a ‘swooshing’ sound across the floor of the hallway. You let out the breath you were holding as you leaned up against the large wood door of your bedroom. You closed your eyes, bringing both hands to your head to rub at your temples as someone spoke.

“Any messages you want me to relay to the squad?” Sunwoo’s voice made you jump.

One of your hands was now clutching your chest, right around your heart.

“Dammit, Sunwoo. Announce yourself, please.”

Sunwoo chuckled. “I did. You were in your own world.”

A blush ran up your face as you shoved him, heading towards the front of the castle grounds to see him off. The younger boy caught his footing, catching up to you rather quickly as you spoke again.

“Please, try to keep an eye on Juyeon.” You told him.

Sunwoo pushed open the front doors of the castle, letting in an immense amount of sunlight that casted shadows all over the walls. You walked him to his horse that was waiting for him as he looked at you.

“I’m only a line of communication. I’m not staying.”

You huffed. “Then, tell him…tell him I love him. Please?”

Sunwoo could only smile as he nodded, pulling himself onto the black steed. You always admired Sunwoo’s horse. His being the fastest, and prettiest, made him perfect as a communicator.

Sunwoo pulled the reins slightly, making the horse turn around. His lack of answer made you antsy as you watched him trot off.

“Sunwoo!” You yelled out.

“I’ll tell him!”

The days dragged on after Sunwoo’s departure. You weren’t sure how far out the squad was but considering you were now on day two of no Sunwoo, you kind of figured they were pretty far. The castle was on high alert with the threat and the best guards being out to handle the situation. Juyeon’s words continued to rattle your brain as they were beginning to become the only reason to get you through each day. You checked the front of the castle grounds religiously, even venturing out farther than allowed, making your right hand drag you back onto the grounds.

“Your highness, we mustn’t go past the gates. It's too dangerous.” She said softly, looping her arm through yours to walk you back towards the castle. “Don’t worry so much. He’ll be back.”

Your head snapped towards her as you stopped the both of you. “What?”

She giggled. “You aren’t exactly masters at hiding the way you look at each other.”

You let out a groan, bringing your hand to your head. “Jesus, does everyone in this castle know about us?”

She could only laugh. “Not everyone. Obviously his fellow guards found out, but those faded marks on your collarbone,” Her slim finger was pointed towards your upper chest, making you unravel your arm from her as you pulled your garments closer to your neck. “They give it away. Coupled with the fact that he’s usually sporting the same marks.”

You had never been so embarrassed in your life.

“And here I was thinking we were hiding them.”

“Don’t worry your highness. I won’t tell anyone. Juyeon makes you happy. That’s all that matters to me.” She told you.

You smiled at her, relooping your arms. “Okay then. What about you? Anyone interesting in your life?”

She stopped, smiling at the grass beneath her feet as she looked off in the distance. You couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips from her reaction to your question. She opened her mouth to speak before gasping, pointing off in the direction you just came from. Whipping around, you heard galloping that was getting continuously louder. You felt a tug as your right hand began to pull you.

“Wait,” You told her.

“Your highness, we don’t know who it is!” She replied quickly.

You pull from her grasp as the horse, Sunwoo’s horse, is now in focus. You let out a sigh of relief, happy to finally have some sort of news before seeing the state of the horse and the boy on it. Both were cut up and bleeding with Sunwoo looking like he might all but fall off the horse if it wasn’t for someone tying him on him. You stopped the horse, reaching up for Sunwoo.

“My sword,” He wheezed out. “Cut the ropes.”

You turned to your right hand. “Go get help!”

She nodded as you grabbed the sword that was strapped to his side, using the blade to cut the ropes on both sides, cutting your hand in the process. You try to (gently) pull Sunwoo from his horse, causing the boy to topple off onto the grass. He lets out a loud scream of pain as you kneel next to him.

“Sunwoo, what happened? Who did this?” Your mind was racing with questions.

Sunwoo could barely keep his eyes open, the pain being too much for the boy. “Ambushed. Barely made it out.”

“What happened with everyone else? What happened with Juyeon?”

You were pulled from the boy’s side as your father and Eric tended to him. Your mother pulled you up, keeping your sister and New at a safe distance. More men helped out with Sunwoo as New left your sister with you and your mother to tend to the hurt horse. Your father charged past, leading the way for Sunwoo to be carried back into the castle.

“Is he going to be okay?” You asked your mother.

“I’m not sure.” The queen said.

The castle was quiet as Sunwoo got worked on. All that could be heard were his cries of pain that brought tears to your eyes. They kept around the clock care for him for the next 24 hours as you kept yourself locked in your room. You had so many questions. Who did this? He was just a kid, so why would they hurt him? More importantly, what happened to the rest of them? What happened to Juyeon?

You watched the sun set on another day, now having no line of communication to give you any sort of relief. You felt your eyelids grow heavy as someone knocked on the thick wood doors of your chambers. Jumping slightly, you moved slowly towards the door, not wanting to hear anymore news about anything tonight.

“Eric,” You said surprised. “What are you doing over here?”

Eric spoke in a hushed town. “I had to come this late, so you wouldn’t get caught. Sunwoo is asking for you.”

You nodded, now being fully awake as you let the boy lead you to Sunwoo’s location. He stopped in front of the double doors of an abandoned room where your family basically stored stuff away that was used for balls. He pushed the door open slowly to contain any noises that might come from the old wood. Eric looked around before nodding at you, putting a hand on your lower back to push you into the room. He closed the door behind you to stay posted outside as you let your eyes adjust to the dimly lit room. The only light was coming from the oil lamps lit throughout the room. Sunwoo laid on a cot in the back of the room, his bare torso all wrapped in bandages that were starting to stain from his blood.

Making your way over to the boy, you knelt next to his head as you whispered into the dark room. “Sunwoo,”

The boy’s eyes opened slightly as he squinted before slowly turning his head. He hissed slightly from his own movement as he looked at you. His hair was sticking to his face, sweat lining his entire body. He was starting to come down with a fever.

“Your highness,” He breathed out, just barely pulling sound out of his mouth with his words. You leaned in. “Juyeon,”

You felt your blood run cold. “What? What happened to Juyeon? Is he okay?”

The boy swallowed. “As far as I know, but this situation is more serious than we previously anticipated.”

You stayed quiet, prompting the boy to continue.

“You,” His stomach contracted, making him wince as he moved just slightly. “You need to tell your father.”

A confused look crossed your face before you realized what he was getting at. “Sunwoo, I can’t.”

He gingerly shook his head. “You have to.”

“He could lose everything, Sunwoo.”

This time he snapped his head in your direction, ignoring the pain in a means to get his point across. “And yet you two still are together. If you really care about him, you’ll tell your father.”

His words stung, making you turn from him. “How can you say that? You know how much I care about Juyeon.”

“Then tell him. They are prying information from us out there.” Sunwoo countered.

“What do you mean?”

Sunwoo sighed, taking a deep breath. “They weren’t looking to kill us when I got there. They were looking to kidnap us. Torture us as a way to get information about the king, about you.”

You froze. “Me? Why me?”

Before he could answer, you heard shouting. Standing up quickly, you ran to the door opening it fully to an empty hallway. Eric was nowhere to be found as you closed the door, hearing footsteps rounding the corner. Your right hand came full speed right in front of you, stopping just before crashing into you. You grunted softly as she spoke.

“Your highness, the guards, they’re back!” She said quickly.

Your eyes widened as you took off in the opposite direction from which she came from. Heading towards the front of the castle, you noticed your father and mother already out there. Other staff members surrounded the area, watching your father debrief the guards as you let your legs carry you as fast as they could.

When you got to the front door, you stopped. Your heart beating out of your chest as you pushed the doors open. You started the trek down the stairs before stopping. Your father and mother both turned to you, Sangyeon standing in front of both of them. Your mother made her way to you, walking quickly to your side. It was at this moment, you realized that only Sangyeon and Changmin were back. Both badly beaten and covered in blood that wasn’t their own.

“Sweetheart, you should go back inside.” She said quickly.

Walking past her, you headed straight for Sangyeon who was in deep conversation with your father. He eyed you as you got closer to him, watching your every move.

“Your highness,” He started as you interrupted him.

“Where is he?”

Your father looked between the two of you. “Where is who?”

Sangyeon shook his head. “Don’t do this right now.”

“What are you two talking about?”

This time you shook your head. “No, let’s do this right now. What happened? Where is he?”

Sangyeon looked down at his boots before speaking. “He and the others were taken hostage. Changmin and I, we barely escaped.”

“You left them,” You said softly.

“No.” Sangyeon replied. “No, that’s not true. I needed more help, that’s why I came back. That’s why we came back.

He points between himself and Changmin as he turns back to your father. Not bothering to listen, you walked up to Changmin. He kept his head down as you whispered to him.

“Do you know where they are being kept?” You asked him quietly.

Changmin lifted his head, cuts on his lip and nose becoming visible to you. He nods slowly.

You grab his arm, pulling him towards the castle. “Let’s go.”

Your mother stopped you. “What are you doing?”

“Helping.” You said, not bothering to stop.

Changmin kept in stride with your fast steps as you pulled him into the castle, dragging him down the hallway towards Sunwoo’s room. Sunwoo turned his head as the door opened, trying to lift himself as he immediately recognized the person behind you.

“Hyung,” Sunwoo said. “You’re alive!”

Changmin pushed past you, kneeling before the younger boy as he tended to him. You peered through a partially covered window, seeing your father still talking with Sangyeon. Letting Changmin talk with Sunwoo, you moved around the room, finding a sword and riding gear for yourself. This caught both the boys' attention as Changmin spoke.

“What are you thinking about doing?” Changmin asked softly.

“You’re taking me to Juyeon.”

Changmin stood, looking at you like you were crazy. He watched you move around, gathering everything you needed as he tried to find the right words.

“Your h-highness,” He stammered out. “I really don’t think-,”

“I don’t care what you think! You are the only one that isn’t beaten or bruised to a bloody pulp. Sangyeon sure as hell isn’t going to take me, and my father will never let me go. I’m making this decision on my own. Besides, we need to get the others back.” You stopped, momentarily wondering whether you and Changmin would be enough.

You had no idea what kind of state the others would be in, especially with Sunwoo’s condition and the way Sangyeon and Changmin looked now.

As if reading your mind, Changmin took a step towards you, leaving Sunwoo’s side. “Your highness, there’s no way we can get through. Not two of us.”

You nodded at words, agreeing immediately. “Then we take help.”

Changmin looked on, confused as you headed towards the door. Quickly turning to Sunwoo, he whispered something to him as he jogged after you. The castle was quiet, everyone still in shock of only two of the royal guards returning as they stood outside. You took off towards your sister’s room, Changmin hot on your trail. Your footsteps echoed off the walls, alerting the boy posted outside your sister’s door. He stood before recognizing the boy behind you.

“Q,” Chanhee started, calling out to the boy with a nickname. “You’re back?”

Changmin stopped as did you. “You need to come with us.”

Chanhee looked confused, as you spoke this time. “We need to get the others. My father is going to take his time with Sangyeon, and that’s exactly what the others don’t have. We need all the help we can get.”

The boy cocked his head slightly, knowing the trouble he could get into if he disobeyed the King’s orders. Chanhee sighed, looking back at the doors he was in front of. He had promised your little sister he’d accompany her to breakfast in the morning. Clearly, that wasn’t going to happen.

“What do you need me to do?” Chanhee asked, stepping forward.

As you three hatched out a game plan, the youngest guard rounded the corner. The first thing Eric noticed was the gear you had on.

“What’s going on?” Eric asked.

“We’re going to get the others! Are you in?” You asked very straightforwardly.

Eric thought about it for a split second before giving you a nod of his head. “Let’s take the back gate, though. They’ve moved all the horses back there.”

You all nodded, heading towards the back exit of the castle by the greenhouse. As you quickly and quietly walked down the corridor, you noticed a figure by the door.

“Sunwoo, why are you out of bed?” Changmin asked.

The boy was using the wall to hold himself up as he dragged himself across the wall towards you. He pulled at your belt, unsheathing your sword from its case.

“Take mine.” He said softly, tucking the larger blade into your case with your help.

He pushed his full body weight into the wall, slowly sliding down it as he was now sitting on the floor. You and Changmin helped steady him before he reached up to grasp both of your shoulders and Changmin’s.

“Bring them back. Alive.” He said, barely above a whisper.

Changmin looked from Sunwoo to you as you nodded.

“As long as you stay alive to see them when we get back.” You countered.

A small, sly smile made its way to Sunwoo’s face as he nodded. “I’ll try my best, your highness.”

He let his arms drop as someone yelled. “Hey!”

You called out to Eric and Chanhee as the four of you took off out the doors. Just like Eric had said, four steeds stood by the greenhouse, still saddled up. You all climbed onto a horse, catching a glimpse of the person that yelled.

“Sangyeon,” You whispered to yourself as Changmin got his horse untied.

“Come on! This way!” Changmin yelled.

The hooves of the four horses pounded the ground as Sangyeon ran out of the castle.

“Your highness! Y/N!” Sangyeon screamed.

He continued to yell, but the sound became background noise as you let Changmin lead the way. He went full steam ahead to get out of the castle grounds quickly, only pulling back on the speed when he felt as though you were all in the clear. As you rode through the woods, the cool air whipped through your hair. It was the only thing calming you as you let the decisions you just made wash over you. Feeling an impending wave of anxiety creep up, you started to get nervous.

“Let’s slow up right here.” Changmin said softly.

You were the last person to stop, riding forwards just slightly as Changmin addressed you guys.

“We needed to be prepared. What you guys are about to see, it’s gruesome.”

You all nodded. Changmin continued to explain everything as you tried to keep up with what he was saying. His words started to all blur together as your mind started to wander.

The forest you were in started to change around you, the men in front of you disappearing as you closed your eyes to take in a breath.

“Aren’t you supposed to be meeting the guests?” A familiar voice says from behind you.

You turn quickly, smiling almost immediately. “Juyeon!”

He gives you a smile as you run to him, letting your full body weight crash into the boy. Juyeon grunts, letting his arms encircle your waist. He leans down to place a gentle kiss on your lips, making you hum.

You couldn’t believe he was in front of you right now. You nudge your nose against his, letting your forehead lean into him as he speaks.

“Someone is excited to see me!” A chuckle escaped his lips as he spoke.

You looked up at him. “You’re okay,”

“Yeah, I’m okay. Why wouldn’t I be?” Juyeon asked.

You furrowed your eyebrows at his question. “Well, the threat to the kingdom. You had to neutralize it.”

The guard looked down at you confused. “What threat? No one has threatened the kingdom since we’ve arrived to protect you and your family. Are you sure you are okay?”

Feeling something cool and wet against your skin, you look down. Your hands that were set on each side of his lower chest were now covered in blood. Eyes widening in horror, you jumped back from the boy.

“What’s wrong?” Juyeon asks.

Too scared to speak, you continue to back away from Juyeon.

“Your highness, your highness…”

“Your highness? Your highness!”

You jumped as a pair of hands grabbed a hold of you. You look around you, realizing that you’re still in the forest. You look down at the hands holding you before coming face to face with Changmin. He’s looking at you with grave concern as you speak.

“What happened?”

Changmin looks at the guys behind him before turning back to you. “Your highness, I was explaining what the battlefield we’re about to cross looks like. I had asked you a question, but you kind of went mute on us. Almost like you were trapped in a daze. We couldn’t get you out of it.”

You nodded, trying to find the right words before Eric spoke. “Do you guys hear that?”

You all silenced yourselves, letting the sounds of the rustling leaves make their way into your ears.

“I don’t hear anything.” Chanhee said.

“No, no. Listen. Just listen.” Eric replied.

That’s when you all heard it. The faint sound of pounding? No, galloping.

Changmin pushed himself back, so he was fully sitting on his horse as he whispered. “Everyone hide, now!”

You all split into four different directions as the galloping started to get closer. Someone had followed you, and you had a pretty decent idea of who it was.

“Your highness,” Sangyeon called out. “Changmin!”

You all stayed quiet, the darkness, coupled with the full, large trees helped to hide you.

“I know you guys are out there. You need to come with me back to the castle, now! King’s orders.” Sangyeon said.

The only sound he could make out was the loud rustling of leaves from the strong gusts of wind.

Sangyeon sighed. “Y/N, come on. You took battle training when you were younger, but you know you don’t stand a chance against these enemies.”

His words struck a nerve in you. You knew he was right, but you didn’t want to admit that. You wanted to prove him wrong.

“I’m not heading back to the castle without Juyeon or the others.”

Sangyeon’s head moved in the direction your voice came from as he willed his horse to trot slowly towards the sound. “We’re going to get the others, but you have to give us time.”

You shook your head. “They don’t have time, Sangyeon.”

This time, you pulled yourself out of the thick brush. Pulling your horse behind you. Sangyeon let out a sigh of relief, eyeing you up and down to make sure you weren’t hurt.

He hopped down from his horse and held out his hand. “Come on. Let me take you back home.”

You shook your head. Sangyeon was starting to get frustrated by your stubbornness. He really needed to get you back to the castle, not just you but everyone else. He was the leader, and if he failed, the King would have his head. You, of all people, knew that.

Sangyeon let his hand drop, looking down at his dirty boots as he took in a breath. “Your highness,”

“I’m not going back with you.”

“You have too!” He yelled.

Sangyeon was never someone to raise his voice, so to say you were surprised was an understatement. He took your silence as an opportunity to calm himself before speaking again.

“Your highness, I can get in a lot of trouble if you don’t come back to the castle with me. All of us can.” He said loudly, knowing the others were just as close by as you were.

You shrugged. “Then it looks like you aren’t going back.”

Sangyeon closed his eyes, bringing his gloved hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Why are you being so stubborn?”

“Why are you being so adamant?”

“Because I made a promise.” Sangyeon said.

Promise? What promise?

“A promise to who? My father? If that’s the case, it’s broken.” You told him.

He shook his head. “A promise to Juyeon.”

He let his head drop as he closed his eyes. “When we got separated, he made me swear to take care of you, keep you safe. Y/N, he sacrificed himself for us. For Changmin and I. The two of us, we had the chance to leave, and we were going to give it up to help the others.”

“But Juyeon didn’t let you.” You finished for him.

Sangyeon could only nod. It made sense. Juyeon was nothing if not noble. He was willing to die for you and his brothers. You closed your eyes, smiling slightly. Even when he wasn’t around he was finding ways to keep you out of harm's way.

“I have to keep you safe.”

You nodded, calling out to the rest of the guys.

Eric peeked out from your left, as Changmin and Chanhee came from the other side of the pathway. Sangyeon looked at the three boys before chuckling slightly.

You took a step towards Sangyeon, your hand tightening on the reins of your horse as you spoke. “I still can’t go back with you.”

Sangyeon went to protest before you interrupted him. “Sangyeon, come with us. You are the best in hand to hand combat.”

The guards with you nodded enthusiastically, trying to convince their leader to join them, knowing his strength would be greatly appreciated.

Sangyeon shook his head. “I can’t, and you know that. I need to keep you safe. I need to get you back to the castle.”

“You really want to keep me safe and keep your promise to Juyeon, then you’ll come with us. You never break promises, and you know you won’t go back to the castle if I’m not with you. My father would have your head.”

Sangyeon let out a frustrated sigh as he looked at the hopeful faces of his members. He turned back to you as you cocked an eyebrow at him, crossing your arms over his chest. If the situation wasn’t so dire, Sangyeon wouldn’t help but laugh at the way you look. He was convinced that you had never looked more like your father. You were going to make a great ruler, that’s for sure.

“Alright look, if I come, and that’s a big if, you need to listen to me. All of you.” Sangyeon said, moving his body to point at every one of you. “We need to stick together, and not lose our heads. These guys, they are tough. Now we’ve taken out a majority of them, but the few that are left have the guys locked away in their own bunker. Once we locate it, we need to work specifically on freeing the guys, not fighting. Understood?”

Everyone nodded as Sangyeon helped you onto your horse, handing you reins he had slipped from your hand. As you got comfortable, he spoke again.

“Changmin, lead the way.” The older boy said as Changmin hopped onto his horse. The other two boys sprung into action, following along as you guys picked back up. Sangyeon kept an eye out, looking around carefully as you made your way out of the forest and through the plethora of bodies.

You never doubted your father when it came to picking people who could keep the kingdom safe, and now you had to make sure to thank him if you ever saw him again. The wasteland of death that you were walking through made you appreciate sitting in the castle all day long and being roped into stupid balls and useless meetings. The scene in front of you was nothing short of something out of a horror movie. Sangyeon had taken the lead off Changmin and was keeping you guys at a steady pace, looking over the bodies on the ground.

“Watch out for supplies or clues. Anything that can help us find out why they would take them.” Sangyeon said quietly.

You rode in the middle of the pack, Changmin off to your side. He was oddly quiet as you grabbed his attention.

“Q,” The nickname made him turn to you. “Are you okay?”

Changmin gave you a sad smile. “It wasn’t supposed to go this way. No one was supposed to get abducted. Sunwoo wasn’t going to get hurt.”

Shaking your head, you reached out to pat his shoulder gently. “You can’t blame yourself. You guys are trained for all sorts of situations, but something will always happen that rattles you. If there’s one thing I’ve learned from being in the royal family, it’s to expect the unexpected.”

“You can say that again.” Chanhee said from behind the two of you.

You both looked back at him. “Your mother tells me all the time that she wakes up anticipating something crazy to happen.”

You smiled at his comment that made the other men with you laugh softly. The conversation flowed a bit more after that. Different battle stories being brought up to pass the time. Eric brought up one of Sangyeon’s most impressive feats that he loved to exaggerate.

“I didn’t slay that bear by myself, Eric.” Sangyeon said with a shake of his head.

Eric scoffed. “Come on, hyung. You’re too humble. Sure, Younghoon and Hyunjae were there, but most of the damage was at the hands of your blade.”

You let out a breathless laugh before pointing. “Look.”

Sangyeon brought his head back to the front as he stopped his horse, prompting the other four of you to stop as well. Sangyeon climbed off of his horse as he took a few steps forward.

“That’s it.” Changmin said quietly, almost as if he was afraid someone would hear him.

The building was old and rundown. You were surprised it hadn’t caved in yet, but you weren’t holding your breath.

Sangyeon turned to you guys as he spoke. “We need to hatch a plan. By now, they’ve probably split them into different rooms. This place is bigger than you think so I’ll split off by myself. Eric and Chanhee you two split up together, and Changmin you know to keep Y/N in your sights.”

Everyone nodded at their assignments as you let Changmin help you off the horse. He quickly pulled you around the back side of the bunker while the other three split off to different sides. The wood door in the back was broken at the bottom, prompting Changmin to speak.

“There. We can get in through the bottom of the door. I’ll go first.”

He led the way, dropping to the ground to crawl under the broken wood. You heard him draw his sword before whispering.

“It’s safe, your highness.”

You took that as your cue to slide under the door, scraping your face against the hard concrete. The stinging from your cheek being scraped hurt, but you didn’t let it bother you as you pulled yourself up, pulling Sunwoo’s sword out of its sheath. Changmin gave you a nod as he took careful steps. He was making sure to check his surroundings as you both rounded a corner. The place was eerily quiet. There were only long hallways, making the bunker feel like more of a maze than an actual bunker. Changmin was careful to drag the blade of his sword, as quietly as he could, across the walls each time you took a turn.

“In case we have to turn back.” He told you.

As you took another turn, you heard something.

“Wait,” You called out to Changmin. “I hear something.”

Changmin stopped as you both listened.

“Someone’s talking.”

Changmin took a quiet step towards where the sound was coming from as his eyes widened. “It’s Jacob-hyung!”

Changmin took off towards the direction of his voice, making quite the racket as he continued to move quickly. You were beginning to have trouble keeping up with him before you stopped to catch your breath. That’s when you heard it.

More voices. Muffled, but one of them stood out to you.

“I’m not telling you anything. You’ll have to kill me.”

Juyeon.

You followed his voice. The strain in it made your heart squeeze in your chest as you landed in front of two metal doors. Taking a small step forward, you laid your hands on them, bringing your ear to listen.

“Your majesty has invested a lot in his kids to take over when he passes. The oldest has the most power. Just give us what we want, and we’ll let you go. We hate to have to kill the King’s best guard.” An unfamiliar voice said.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you stepped back. You had to help him! Letting your hands slide down the cool metal, you gripped the handles of the doors before ripping them open. Everyone in the room froze.

The men in front of you were dirty. Faces and clothes covered in muck and blood. Dirt and grime built up under their fingernails. They had small blades equipped to their sides as one of them had Juyeon on his knees with the blade to the side of his throat.

“Y/N,” Juyeon breathed out, eyes widening.

“Your highness,” The man holding Juyeon down spoke. “What a pleasure.”

He grinned, giving way to a nasty, greasy smile. His teeth were black and rotted, holes on just about every tooth that was visible.

“We’ve been waiting for you.” The man spoke again.

You eyed Juyeon. One of his eyes was swollen shut. Cuts on his cheek, nose, and lip all swollen. His clothes were badly ripped with dried blood stains and dirty caked all over them.

“Don’t hurt him.” You said softly.

The men started to laugh as Juyeon attempted to free himself, only for the man to push the blade closer to his neck.

Juyeon stopped struggling as he swallowed, looking over you. He couldn’t believe you were in front of him, and while he was grateful you were okay, he was so afraid they would hurt you.

“Y/N, leave now.”

“What do you want?” You asked the man with the blade.

“Stop asking questions, just leave.”

The man tilted his head, the grin never leaving his face. “You. You don’t even know how much money someone will pay for you. Dead or alive.”

One of his men took a hold of Juyeon and the blade as he took a step towards you.

“Stay away!” Juyeon yelled, beginning to struggle again.

The man stopped in front of you. He was much taller than you, causing you to crane your head up at him. He reached one of his dirty hands up to your hair, sliding a loose strand behind your ear.

“I’ll do whatever you want,” You started.

“Y/N, no!”

“Just, please, don’t hurt him. He means the world to me. I can’t live if he doesn’t. I’ll give you everything I have, every secret I know about the kingdom. You have to let Juyeon go, though.” You told the man quietly.

He looked over you. “Sounds tempting.”

Before he could speak again, one of the men yelled out in pain before dropping to the ground. He was bleeding from his back, an arrow sticking out.

“What the hell?” One of the men exclaimed.

“Someone freed the archer!”

Everything happened so quickly. Multiple men dropped, all from arrows as Juyeon tripped the man holding him. Knocking him out, he grabbed ahold of the blade, cutting the rope around his hands before standing.

The man in front of you grabbed you, pulling you into him as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, trapping you against him. He moved to a corner away from the window all the men got shot from. He pulled out another blade from his boot, holding it to your neck. Juyeon stayed where he was as he watched the man.

“You’re outnumbered. My crew came back for me. It’s only a matter of time before they close in on us. Especially if they freed Hyunjae.” Juyeon told the man as he took a step closer.

The man brought the blade to your side, pushing on it just slightly to apply pressure, making you gasp. Juyeon stopped.

“Hyung!”

Eric’s voice boomed through the hollow walls of the bunker as multiple footsteps echoed throughout the room. Soon all the royal guards had gathered in the room. They stood by Juyeon’s side as the man spoke.

“I’ll do it! I’m all that’s left! I have nothing to live for! But killing the oldest blood of the King, I’ll be legendary. Don’t think I won’t do it!”

Sangyeon and Hyunjae were the last to enter as Sangyeon drew his sword while Hyunjae drew an arrow. Both boys stood at attention, armed and ready to take down the man holding you. A standoff had presumably taken place. Everyone was waiting for someone to make the first move. That’s when you felt the blade dip through the material of your riding gear, beginning to pierce your skin. He was slowly adding more pressure so as to not draw attention to the fact that he was stabbing you. You had to find a way to free yourself.

You moved both your hands up to the arm that was holding you to his chest as you locked eyes with Hyunjae. Your movement made all the boys step forward as the man pulled back as best he could, pushing the blade a little farther into you. You whimpered before scratching at the man’s hand, giving Hyunjae a nod.

Hyunjae let the arrow he had drawn go as it hit the man square in the middle of his hand. The man yelled out in pain as you pulled away and dropped to the floor. Juyeon copied your movements, meeting you halfway as he pulled you into his arms. Hyunjae quickly drew another arrow before letting it fly, effectively silencing the yelling man. You looked over at his lifeless body, watching Sangyeon and Hyunjae make sure he was dead as someone pulled the blade out of your side.

You gasped as you turned in Juyeon’s arms. Younghoon was on one knee, hand held tight to your side to slow down the bleeding.

“Hyung, we have to move now. This cut is deep!” Younghoon told him.

He helped Juyeon lift you as you all worked your way back through the bunker to the exit. You went out the same way you came in thanks to Changmin’s markings on the walls. When you exited, a brigade of soldiers stood outside the bunker with your father at the helm. The men tapped at his shoulder before he turned, watching his guards carry you out.

You clung tightly to Juyeon, who did the same as he went straight to a free horse, loading you and himself up on the saddle. Your father pushed through the guards, shooting a glance at Sangyeon as he tried to catch up with Juyeon who was more worried about the deep cut on your side than debriefing with the King.

“Juyeon, let me,”

“No!” He said before taking off.

Juyeon would deal with the consequences of talking back later. He needed to get you to safety. As he rode, he continued to sneak glances down at you, not wanting to take his eyes off you. He needed you to stay awake. Just until he got you to the castle, but you were losing so much blood.

“Just stay with me, okay? We’re almost there!” Juyeon said as he willed the horse to go faster.

You figured you had enough strength to speak, and just as you opened your mouth, you blacked out.

When you came to, it was dark. The only light coming from a small candle lit by the bed you were in. Your eyes took a minute to adjust as you looked around the room. You were home. You were in your room. You continued to look around to be sure before seeing a figure standing by your window, a figure you recognized all too well.

“Juyeon,” You rasped out.

Juyeon turned on his heels quickly, eyes widening as he strided over to the side of your bed. He dropped to his knees, grabbing your hand as he gently kissed your knuckles.

He gave you a soft smile. “Hi. You’re awake.”

You looked over his face as you frowned. The swelling had gone down, blacks, blues, and discolored greens decorated his face.

“Don’t worry. It hurts worse than it looks.”

You scoffed. “That doesn’t make me feel better, Juyeon.”

The boy chuckled. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

It was at this moment you realized that you had been out for quite some time.

“How long have I been,” Juyeon interrupted.

“Three days.”

Your eyes widened as you tried to sit up, letting out a gasp at the sharp pain that reverberated throughout your body from your side. Juyeon gently stopped you, helping you lay back down.

“Don’t try to move. Your stitches could break.” Juyeon whispered.

You pulled your hand from the boy’s grasp, gently cupping his cheek to keep from hurting him. Juyeon didn’t let you be too gentle as he took the feather-like touch as an opportunity to nuzzle into your hand.

“You’re okay? Everyone is okay?” You whispered out into the dark room.

The candlelight flickered, casting shadows across Juyeon’s face as he nodded. “Everyone is okay.”

You let out a deep sigh of relief as you finally relaxed. You looked up at the ceiling before looking back at the boy.

He had a ghost of a smile on his face as you spoke. “What?”

He shrugged. “You saved me. You risked your life…for me.”

You nodded. “Of course I did! You’re the love of my life. I’d give up everything for you. Even if it means not being a royal anymore.”

The boy leaned down to gently peck your lips, but you wanted more. You grasped his face, pulling him closer as you laid a more full kiss to his lips. At first, Juyeon tensed up, not wanting to hurt you. Then he relaxed, letting himself get lost in the kiss. He pulled away, leaning his forehead against yours as he chuckled to himself.

“I missed you so much.” Juyeon said.

Pecking his lips once more, you grinned. “I missed you more.”

“I’m still not happy that you risked your life to come save me, though.”

You shrugged. “What is it that you said before you left? Like a moth to a flame, right?”

Juyeon let his eyes close as he let out a breathless laugh. “Touché.”

Juyeon gently crawled into bed with you, maneuvering you around into a comfy position so that he could hold you without hurting you. You guys laid quietly on the bed, just holding each other as the morning sun peeked into the room.

Juyeon looked towards the window, letting out a yawn as he got up.

“Wait,” You said, keeping a firm grasp on his large hand. “Help me up.”

He hesitated. “I really think you should stay in bed.”

“Lee Juyeon, I’ve been in this bed for three days. It’s time for me to get up. I won’t get better laying down all day every day.”

The boy shook his head, cursing your stubbornness as he helped you to your feet. You were wearing clean cotton clothing that was soft to the touch. The bandage wrapped tightly around your abdomen, moving ever so slightly catching your stitches. The slight pinch made you wince as you took a deep breath before looking up at the boy.

Even like this, Juyeon was in complete awe of you. You were amazing. The boy let go of your hands to cup your face, wanting to give you another kiss before a knock sounded at the door.

You called out to the person as the door pushed open. Hyunjae popped his head in as he smiled, bowing to you.

“Your highness, good to see you out of bed.” Hyunjae told you. “Juyeon, his majesty would like a word with you.”

Juyeon stared at the boy for a moment before nodding. He looked at you as he gave you a small smile. You shook your head, going to speak before he stopped you.

“It’s okay.” He whispered.

His hands dropped from your face, to his sides as he headed for the door. Hyunjae gave him a sad smile as he patted his back. The moment he exited the room, your heart dropped. You really thought your father would spare him since he saved you. Hyunjae looked back at you as he walked over, helping you sit on the bed.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. We tried to change his mind.” Hyunjae said softly.

You could only nod. “Could you help me to the greenhouse? I just want to be outside and alone for a moment.”

Hyunjae nodded, standing and holding out his hand for you to take. He walked you to the greenhouse, opening the door as you let go of his hand. You sat on one of the benches, breathing in the fresh air as you awaited the dreadful news praying that your father would at least let Juyeon say goodbye to you.

The flowers were in full bloom. Pretty peonies, tulips, and lavenders decorated the greenhouse. Different fruit trees grow throughout the grounds. Your mother took pride in making the greenhouse beautiful. She had her reasons for picking each plant, specifically the peonies because they were able to withstand even the harshest weather conditions, constantly growing back no matter what. It was a peaceful oasis to escape to when things became too much. That’s where you would always end up, and where Juyeon always knew to look for you first.

The footsteps behind you brought back all too familiar memories as you shut your eyes tightly. You kept them close as the footsteps got closer, practically closing in on you. They stopped behind you before you felt the bench shift just slightly.

“One day I’m going to hide somewhere different to get away from everything. When you come looking for me here first, I’ll be gone.” You said softly.

The laugh you loved so much filled the large greenhouse. “That will certainly be a first. It’s too bad I’m always one step ahead of you. I always know where you are and where you’re going before you do. Part of my job.”

His statement made you let out a breathless laugh as you opened your eyes. When you looked at him, he was already staring at you. His cat-like eyes showed nothing but love.

“How much trouble did you get into?”

Juyeon smiled as he grabbed your hand. “A lot. I was relieved of my duties,”

You felt your shoulders slump. So much for holding out hope. You had hoped your father would be lenient on Juyeon like he was with Sangyeon.

“I’m sorry, Juyeon. I’m so sorry.” You whispered.

Juyeon chuckled. “Don’t be. He already got me another job.”

You smiled sadly. “Where is he sending you to?”

Juyeon let out a breath as he began to grin. “I have to be the head guard for this spoiled royal brat. Follow them around, watch their every move. Make sure they stay out of trouble and obey their father.”

His last comment made your head shoot in his direction. “You, you’re not leaving?”

Juyeon shook his head, dark fringe falling in front of his eyes as you jumped into his arms. Your weight hit him like a truck making him grunt as he wrapped his arms around you.

“You’re stuck with me, your highness.” Juyeon said as he nuzzled his face into your neck.

You felt him leave soft, feather-like kisses on your neck before lifting his head to peck your cheek, then your temple. You pulled away, pulling the boy into a deep kiss. He held onto you as tight as he could without hurting you as you both pulled apart.

“I love you. No one on this planet can keep me from you. I hope you know that.” Juyeon said with the utmost confidence.

Nodding, you pecked his lips. “I know. And I love you too.”

He went to pull you in for another kiss before you turned your head, making his lips land on your cheek.

“What was that for?”

“Lee Juyeon, I am not a brat.” You exclaimed.

A big, sly smile made its way to Juyeon’s face as he tilted his head. “You most certainly are a brat, but that’s okay because I want you to be my brat until the peonies stop growing back.”

“That might take a while,” You teased.

He shrugged, pecking your lips. “The rest of your life okay?”

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[ohnoitsjetster]

TW: mention of like blood and death and suffering and nasty shit like that

Yall ever think about how actually fully horrific Richies death was? Like I think about it a lot, and I don’t mean because he thought he was finally safe from Max or cause he was starting to love his life or cause what happened to max wasn’t even his fault. I mean because he got his nipples ripped off his body and then drowned in toilet water. What the fuck. Like I get the joke of it but also if I had to pick the most painful way to die that would be up there. Like ik these are horror stories but sometimes they catch me off guard for how abruptly brutal they can be. I would call it about on-par with Hey Melissa! for how much the violence disturbed me. This is probably just due to my vivid imagination combined with the way I empathize, but uh yeah. What the fuck

#this is not a complaint #im just thinking #about it #tw: death #tw: violence #tw: mentions of violence #tw: mentions of death #nerdy prudes must die #starkid #richie lipschitz #hatchetfield #hatchetverse #starkid npmd #hey melissa

[inej-ruination-ghafa]

TOTAL ECLIPSE - A.M

Warnings: mention of pregnancy, character death, blood, angst

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x Fem!reader

Summary: You were his everything and when he angered the soldiers in the nearby town, they decided to take their revenge out on you, not knowing of the disastrous consequences.

Wordcount: 3.7k

Aleksander Morozova was a young boy who was in love. After years of spending his life running from witch hunters, changing his name and his backstory as he fled from village to village with his mother by his side. 

But after so long of having to hide, he found you. A young girl who had ran away from her home village after being chased out when her grisha powers had been revealed. You had healed a young boy after he had been knocked off of his horse. You had known that the action could get you kicked out of your village or killed but you knew you couldn't not help when you had the powers to. 

You don't know what would have happened if he wouldn't have found you in the woods, the village may have hunted you down or sent the soldiers of the King's army after you. 

And you'd instantly fit into the community of Grishas that he had introduced you to, becoming friends with Luda who had similar powers to you, Dmitry who had the power to bend water to his will and Aleksander. 

He was quiet and didn't talk much unless giving a pep talk to the other Grishas alongside his mother but he had other means of showing he cared. 

He would sometimes give you a flower he'd seen in the field because it reminded him of you, or he'd wrap his arms around your shoulders when the wind got too cold. 

Now it had been 4 year but felt like yesterday when you two had moved into the small cabin in the woods, away from the war raging around you, the people who were hunting down Grisha like the two of you and the corrupt government that controlled it all.

There wasn't a lot of time between the first time you caught him gazing at you to the first time you kissed him; he'd found you behind the huts and next thing you knew he had his hand on the small of your back and your hands were tugging on his hair as he kissed you breathless. 

And you had married him without hesitation, promising yourself to him until the day that you would die. You'd walked yourself down the aisle, focus on the man you front of you and the future ahead.

You had been on a journey back to visit his mother and the other grisha at the sanctuary on a monthly update on how they were doing under the reign of the king when you arrived back at the hut. 

You left your horse by the side, jumping off as you tied him up, searching around to see of he was around but it was dark so you could only see the dim hue of the lanterns from your hut. 

Aleksander knocked the door open and you felt his heart speed up as he looked at you. He had a wide grin on his face; he'd missed you so much even if it had only been three days since he last saw you, he was always worried. 

The second that you saw him you ran up to him and jumped into his arms, clinging onto him. 

He had been so worried about you. Aleksander had upset some of the Kings men and they were out to get him and he knew that the home that the two of you had built wasn't safe anymore. 

But he didn't care, because with you safe in his arms, he knew that nothing could ever go wrong. 

"My love, my beautiful Y/N," he whispered as he pulled back, brushing the pad of his thumb over your cheekbone. 

"You miss me?" You question as you nuzzle your nose against his, fully well knowing the answer to your question. 

"Every second," he whispered against your lips before pulling you in again. 

It felt like just for a moment, there was nothing wrong with the world and he could just hold you in his arms forever. 

"I have to tell you something," you said, taking his hands in yours. You could see him begin to frown as all the worst possible scenarios popped into his head. You just chuckled at him, running your thumb over the pulse point on his wrist, "It's nothing too scary Aleks, it's a gift, I'm with child,"

You could feel his heart speed up and for a split second you felt a wave of fear wash over you, that was until he picked up in his arms, peppering kisses all over your face and ignoring your giggles and protests for him to stop. 

He kept whispering your name under his breath, mumbling how much he loved you. He knelt down so that he was in line with your stomach, placing his hand over the place where your child was. 

"How far along are you?" He asked, gazing up at you with wide eyes that were almost glistening with tears. 

You smiled, taking his hand and pulling him back up to your height, "They estimate a month, maybe a little longer. Luda just left before I came back, she's on her way to Kerch I think," you explained. 

This was the happiest moment in both of your lives and you knew that there was nothing that could change that. 

He placed a hand on the back of your head, pulling you in for a deep kiss that grounded both of you, reminding you of why you were both there for each other. 

The two of you were broken from the utopia of your futures when you heard neighing in the distance, listening to the heavy trot of horses hoofs and the yells of men as they began to get closer to their home. 

"Soldiers?" You questioned and he nodded, eyes narrowing as he gazed into the forest. 

"They raided the village last night, looking for any known Grisha. I was the only one there, nobody died that night," he explained. 

You sighed, following his gaze into the forest as you tried to make out how close they were. You both had precautions set up just in case soldiers came hunting the two of you but you never expected it to truly happen. 

He grabbed your hand, both of you rushing into the house to collect as much as you could before you could escape. 

You were in the kitchen, pulling your healing supplies from cupboards, making sure that the rare ingredients weren't wasted when you collapsed into tears. 

Your husband ushered you closer, pulling you into a hug as he wiped the tears from your cheeks. 

"This was meant to be our home Aleksander, forever," you said as you looked around, thinking of the life you could have had. The two of you had struggled to conceive a child and now you both finally could have the happy life that you wanted where you didn't have to worry about anything. This shouldn't be taken away from you. 

You gazed behind him into the spare room that would have been a nursery for your child, into the rooms where you would have raised your children. Your futures were changed but as long as you were together, it would be fine. 

The footsteps approaching pulled both of you out of the dreams of the future that the two of you may not be able to have. 

"Darkling!" A voice called out and you both looked at each other, hearts pounding as you pondered whether or not this was the end, "I know you're in there,"

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, "The same plan, we'll make it out of here alive I promise my love," he said, taking one last look at you before walking outside. 

You looked out of the window from where you were hiding. The men were outside with flaming torches, ready to burn the home that you'd built to the ground. 

They demanded that he come without any fighting or else they'd kill him despite the fact that the king wanted Aleksander alive when they brought him into custody. 

They shot two arrows into him; one in his leg, one in his abdomen. You wanted to gasp in shock, the pain of your husband coursing through you along with him but you knew that there was a plan to be enacted. 

He choked slightly, falling to his knees.  You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath before holding your hands out. He pulled the arrows from his chest with a wince and in a matter of seconds, you had used your small science to piece him back together again. 

The men seemed to be in shock as he ripped the arrows out with only a slight shake to his voice, allowing them to fall to the ground. 

Without hesitation, the men shot another three into his body and he ripped them out, allowing her to heal them again. He trusted his wife completely, there was no hesitation as to whether you would heal him or not. 

"I have a message for the king," he said, completely oblivious to the fact that they had grabbed you, a piece of cloth over your face to muffle your screams and your hands pulled back to stop you from enacting your powers, "If he or any of his his slaughter one more-"

His monologue stopped when one of the men kicked open the door of your cabin, holding you back as he knocked the cloth away from your mouth, your heavy breathing obvious. 

"Stand down Grisha," the man holding onto you said and as you made eye contact with Aleksander, you knew this wasn't going to end well. You could hear his heart racing, both out of fear of your life and the anger towards the people who had put you in that position.

"Y/N," he mumbled, unable to speak, throat dry. Tears began to well up in his eyes and all he could do was hope this would end well, for both of you. 

"I found the little witch who has been stitching him back together," the man said, continuing to pull you away from him and towards the other soldiers. 

You were powerless against the men and all you could do was look at the man you loved and whisper his name like a prayer, hoping the saints would answer and allow the two of you to live. 

"Hands back, or the next arrow will do its job," the commander of the army said as the men pulled on their bows, ready to fire when motioned to.

Aleksander, for what may be the first time in his life, held his hands up in surrender, allowing the man to pull them together and stop him from using his powers. 

"Now you have two prizes for the king, you want a promotion, take us to the palace," Aleksander tried to bargain for your lives. 

The man just kneed him in the back, making it so that he was left kneeling on the ground, "I only need you, not the healer," he stated, his voice void of emotions. 

You felt his heart skip a beat as he realised what the man meant, they didn't need you to be alive, they were going to kill you. A single tear ran down your cheek and he itched to reach forward and sooth your pain like he always had, like he always would. 

He knocked Aleksander to his knees and even you could see the anger in his eyes, "You want my cooperation, you bring us both in," he said in his most convincing voice, trying not to show the slight shake to his voice as he pleaded for your life. 

"I told you, those are not our orders," the man said bluntly, walking over to you. 

You looked over at Aleksander, trying not to cry. You loved him more than anything else in the world and he felt the same about you. You nodded your head, knowing it was your time to go. 

"No, no, no, I'm begging you please, she's with child," he pleaded, his voice breaking as he looked over at you. In an instant, the man stabbed you with the knife in the side without any hesitation even when he heard the news. 

The second he heard you take a shallow intake of breath, his entire world crumbled. 

He screamed as he watched you fall down onto the floor, your knees giving way as he watched his future fade into the darkness. 

You were lying next to the flower garden you had procured, near the house where you had both planned to raise your family together, the ground now stained with your blood. 

He continued to scream, harsh and violent screams as he looked down at you. This wasn't what was meant to happen, the two of you were meant to live forever with a happy family, plenty of children to keep you company as you lived almost like immortals, waiting for judgement day to start. And maybe, Aleksander thought, this was his judgement day. Or he was already in hell as the images of you trying to catch your breath as you lay on the floor burnt into his retinas. He sobbed as he looked at you, whispering sorrys as he tried to make sure you stayed alive. He was going to get you both out of here, one way or another. 

Aleksander felt a wave of anger boiling over him and in an instant, he jumped up, performing the cut on the men so that they all fell to the ground, bodies cut completely and cleanly in half.

He ignored the slaughtered bodies on the floor and the collection of body pieces strewn across the floor and rushed to you, kneeling down next to your body. He pulled up into his arms, tears welling up in his eyes as he clutched your body against him, listening to your shallow breaths. 

You struggled to keep eye contact with him, your eyelids flicking closed as you tried to stay awake for him. 

Your hand was pressed against your side where the knife had been pulled from it. He placed his hand over yours, a tear rolling down his cheek as he felt the large amount of blood against his hand. 

"You're not gonna die on me Y/N," he whispered against your forehead as he placed a kiss against it. 

You nodded weakly, allowing him to pick you up and carry to onto the horse, holding against you as he began the journey to the sanctuary. 

The goal was to make it there with you still alive and have you healed. 

Aleksander wasn't going to let anything happen to you or your unborn child. Every second, he could feel you slipping further and further away, his future along with it. He loved you completely and he was fine to fight for you no matter what. The two of you were going to live together for the rest of your lives in a cabin just like the one they had just ran away from. You were going to be okay and this wasn't going to be the final chapter of your story. 

He rode across forests, through marshlands and by morning, he had arrived at the sanctuary where you had been only 48 hours. He wondered that maybe, if you'd only just stayed a little longer than it would all have been okay, that you'd both be okay.

He picked you up, holding you in hid arms as he ran into the sanctuary, calling for a healer, all but begging on hid knees for someone to save you. 

He placed you on the bed, a woman stating that the best they had was a tailor, that you were the only healer that they had. 

He looked down at your limp body, holding your bloody hand in his. There wasn't much hope at this point and he tried to drown out the younger grisha in the background asking what had happened to you. 

He brushed a hair out of your face, his other hand resting on your stomach. He wanted to scream and cry and sob until he was dead along with you but he knew he couldn't, not yet. 

So he stood up, wiping the tears from his cheeks as he asked the squaller where Baghra was. 

His hands were shaking as he walked away from you, unable to turn back and take one last look at your limp body because he knew that if he did, he'd collapse into a fit of tears. 

When he walked in Baghra was sitting on her bed, weak from using her powers; she was older now and often struggled more with it. She looked at her son as he stood at the door, drying his eyes and hoping that his mother wouldn't notice his red eyes. 

"Oh Aleksander, where's your wife, the healer," she asked as she saw him alone. She never really approved of the relationship between the two of you because he was all but immortal and you were less so. 

"Dead. She died because of me. My wife, the mother to my now dead unborn child," he explained, his voice breaking slightly as he looked away. 

Baghra scoffed, looking at her son as he grieved, "They always die, they're not as strong as you and me," she stated and that just made his blood boil. 

He didn't care what she thought of you but now that you were dead, he was fuming at the way she was talking about you. 

"Don't talk about her like that, your daughter in law lies dead in that other room don't you understand," he said, beginning to raise his voice at her, "My future is dead and their blood is on your hand as much as mine,"

"Maybe you'll listen now, wait for the king to die then return years later with a new name. Start a new life, I'm sure you'll find another woman to please you," she said and that was the last straw. 

You had never been just some woman for him. Ever since the moment that he had met you, he knew that you were the ying to his yang, the piece of goodness and kindness that juxtaposed his anger and lust for power.

"She was not just some woman, mother. She was my everything and they will pay for what they did to her," he yelled out, all of his anger exploding into his argument with her, "I could create life. I could bring her back to me,"

"Then you will die like Morozova did," she said with anger in her voice. She had seen what had happened when her father did it. 

Baghra knew the consequences of performing Merzost, creating life when all a Grisha was meant to do was draw power from the earth. It could kill her son. 

He stormed out, rushing to the storage room and digging through the boxes before he found the old tattered books that belonged to his grandfather. He opened them, flicking through the pages before looking at the page that would create life. He looked at the spell, reciting the curse in his head. 

He was about to enact it, to bring you back, but the bells were sounded. The alarm meant that the sanctuary that they had fought so hard to sustain was being surrounded and the attack was imminent

He stormed out of the sanctuary, leaving behind the ruins of what was once a temple to face the enemies that had plagued the Grisha for far too long. He ignored the calls of his mother but froze when he saw your body still laying there. 

You had your hands now folded across your chest, your face was soft and at peace. He sighed, clenching his jaw as he ignored the pain that shot through his body as he looked at your dead body. 

He continued his trek to the soldiers, his focus on avenging you and the family that he could have had. He would be doing that until he took his last step on this earth. 

Aleksander stood at the top of the steps, staring down at the rows of soldiers with bow and arrows that prepared for the onslaught of his people. The captain stood at the front, preparing for the attack. 

"Darkling, you're surrounded. We will kill each and every witch in there, including your mother, just like we did to your pretty little girl," he said and that was it for Aleksander, he wasn't going to have anyone talk about you like that. 

He began his descent down the steps towards him, his mind filled with only one purpose. Avenging you. 

"I have no army to fight yours so I shall remake yours as my own, to avenge my wife," He spat out, standing in the centre of the courtyard with the men surrounding him and the sanctuary he'd built.

It had actually been your idea to create a safe haven for all Grisha no matter where they are from and he would have followed you anyone if only you'd asked. 

He let out a yell as he unleashed the powers of Merzost, a black vein creeping its way up his neck as the power began to consume him. The only thing that kept him grounded was you. 

As he unlessed the most unholy power in all of Grisha, the memories of your lives together flashed across his mind. He loved you more than life itself and this was all for you, to avenge you. 

So as the men turned into distorted creatures of darkness, he poured out all of his grief into the abominations and allowed himself to save the other Grisha by sacrificing the soldiers whose lives meant nothing in the grand scheme of things.  

Aleksander Morozova was only a boy in love who had slaughtered hundreds of men, creating an ungodly sea of darkness that covered and destroyed everything in its path. And it was all for you. But as he searched through the rubbles of the darkness for your body, he collapsed by a pile of rocks where you should have been, sobbing as he realised you too had been consumed by the darkness. 

I kind of want to do a part two of this where you live and come back around the time of the first book, what do you think?

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[lost4pandora]

Here's more content for that HTTYD Reader in LU. This one has been proofread, and the reader will be using the term Y/N and they/them pronouns.

I'll be writing for more of this, and with that I'll be needing a name, so the HTTYD Reader series will henceforth be known as the "Sparks and Embers" series. I will be taking inspiration from all of the content up until HTTYD Homecoming, which includes the movie trilogy, the series between the first and second movie, and those fun bits such as Book of Dragons, Gift of the Night Fury, and whatnot. I will also be adding in my own personal headcanons here and there in terms of HTTYD dragon lore because I think they're neat and could use some of the fun stuff.

Some trigger warnings for this fic may include but are not limited to: mild gore, mild to fair descriptions of violence, mentions of a monster in pieces.

Now with that out of the way, I do sincerely hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it.

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Sparks and Embers

They heard whispers from merchants and travelers about a truly mystifying sight. A warrior donning a wolven mask, accompanied by two dragons of black and white. Who have been seen cutting down monsters in a flurry of movements, too fast for the witnesses to comprehend. All they remember is the haunting eyes and gleaming fangs of the mask the rider wore before disappearing in either a spark of lightning or a flash of flame.

Honestly, just hearing "warrior" was more than enough to catch the group's attention.

They had recently landed back into the champion's era, as told when he spotted a familiar tower in the distance. After regaining their bearings, they let the Link in question guide them to the nearest settlement, which happened to be the East Akkala Stable. It was there that they had decided to rest for the night, perform an inventory check, tend to wounds, repair damaged clothing or items, and the like.

In the midst of such, they happened to overhear the conversations from the other travelers that came and left. All about the individual who rode on the backs of dragons.

One individual, a hylian merchant, had been speaking to the stablehand about what he saw on the road. He spotted the trio resting along the tops of the Dueling Peaks as the sun began to set below the horizon.

Another traveler, a Rito, had chimed in that on her flight here, she swears that she saw someone walking on the dragon's backs, performing tricks for the fun of it. She remembers that they were hylian, with silver ornaments in their hair and a fluffy fur cloak wrapped around their shoulders. 

Lastly, a pair of children, the stablehand's sons, told the gossiping adults they were saved from monsters by one of the dragons. They said that it was white and sparkly, giggling madly when they mentioned that it sounded like a really big cat.

All these stories had the Chain curious and somewhat suspicious. It was the topic of conversation once they had left the stable the next morning.

"A hylian with a wolf mask accompanied by two dragons," Warriors echoed. "I can't say I've heard that one before."

"Me neither. It seems a bit surreal, doesn't it?" Hyrule replies, looking toward Wild. "You said there were dragons here, do you know who this dragon rider could be?"

The champion shook his head. "Not a clue. The dragons I know are huge and are surrounded by so much elemental magic that no one could even safely approach them."

"You think it's related to our problem?" Legend asks aloud, arching a brow.

"It could be," Wild replies. "But I doubt that it is. You heard those kids, the dragons and their rider saved them. It'd be weird that they'd be willing to cut down their own allies if they were working with the enemy."

Warriors nods at the reason. "Agreed. It has to be something else."

Time finally decides to make his opinion known. "No matter the case, it would be best that we seek this dragon rider out. We will most likely be getting something useful out of it either way."

The rest of the group didn't argue, coming to a consensus on their leader's statement. So they kept trekking onward toward their next destination: Hateno Village.

It was a fairly calm trip from there on out.

You know, up until they were ambushed.

One could call it an unexpected turn of events, though they knew that really it wasn't. It was inconvenient and extremely irritating at that point more than anything, but at least they were somewhat prepared for it. Weapons were drawn, magic was sparking, and everyone in the group had steeled themselves as the enemies came in droves.

When the first monster approached the Link that was closest to it, their sword came down in one sweeping motion. When sharpened steel sliced through soft flesh, a messy stain of black blood coated the blade's edge.

The situation had gone from irritating to bad very quickly.

Upon witnessing the sight of the ebony ichor, each Link had made a silent yet unanimous agreement. Pick a section and focus on your batch of monsters. It was easy enough.

Or it would have been had one not been corralled away from the others, and it had to be the youngest of them too. The sailor in particular could feel himself getting angry about the idea of being cornered, mostly because of how he'd definitely be getting babied by the captain, rancher, and probably even the old man once he rejoined the group later. Alas, he was preoccupied with fighting for his life to really let the anger settle into his bones, so instead he chose to channel it into his next set of attacks.

Swing, dodge, parry, duck, swing, swing, roll.

A familiar set of words that would repeat themselves in Wind's mind in random patterns. A mantra that every hero knew by heart, or would soon come to learn one way or another.

Wind couldn't remember how many monsters he had cut down. His sword was coated in their foul smelling ichor, his heart was racing, and his mouth felt dry. He was tired and the adrenaline pumping through his veins wouldn't last forever. Despite this, he doesn't let up.

He then felt something invisible seizing his lungs, a dreaded feeling. Fear, he deduced. He feels his posture stiffen as he looks around frantically for the cause of it. His head jerks up as a thundering roar rattles the trees around him. He turned his head, his eyes growing wide as a white maned lynel entered his field of vision.

It was safe to assume that the lynel was black blooded as well, and the sailor was in no position to even consider engaging it in battle. The only thing useful he had on him was a single, half empty healing potion that would do very little in this situation. The thought of making a tactical retreat to regroup with the others crosses his mind, but the idea is quickly discarded when he sees that the lynel has spotted him from its place across the field.

He can't outrun it.

It knows that he can't.

So it charges.

Wind thinks he can hear the distant shout of one of the others. He makes an attempt to call for them, opening his mouth to yell—   that's when he hears it. A strange whistling, high pitched and piercing, echoing through the air and in his eardrums. It was unlike anything he's ever heard before, and his mind still riddled with adrenaline shook itself for a possible answer. Although, the more he thought about it, the more he began to realize… that……….

…was it getting louder?

The sound distracts him to the point where he almost forgets about the lynel galloping towards him rapidly. He can feel its heavy footsteps shake the ground as it gets closer and closer. The beast is more than halfway across the field when it happens.

A speeding ball of violet blue fire comes out of nowhere and hits the lion centaur straight in the chest point blank. The impact knocked it to the ground, and he thinks he can see its black blood splatter across the grass. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that the monster had sustained an irreparable amount of damage (a polite way of saying that its top half of its body was definitely in pieces).

He feels his namesake blow past him, a blur of white entering his field of vision as it lands just mere feet away from him.

It's big, noticeably bigger than Epona, with a lithe and lean body shape. Its features were surprisingly round and soft from what he could see, and it was coated in white scales that shimmered with blue, purple, and pink undertones. Its wings were noticeably larger in comparison to the rest of its body, and its tail was adorned with fins shaped sort of like fairy wings. It almost looked like it was…

…like it was a dragon.

Its body was crouched in front of him, its back arched into a defensive posture with its wings raised to make itself look bigger. He couldn't see its face, but he could hear it snarl. It was most likely looking at the body of the lynel it had just blasted to hell and back.

He peered over at the lynel's body, or what was left of it really, to see it crumble and dissipate into smokey red embers before fading completely. The dragon relaxes as it folds up its wings, its head raising up and allowing Wind to see two round ears perk as it scans its surroundings, though he could also see that there were also two smaller nubs beneath them. Its gaze soon fell on the young hero, causing it to let out a soft warbling purr.

He wasn't expecting to see such non-threatening features on a mythical creature that had just taken out a lynel in one attack only moments ago. Now that he had a much clearer view of the dragon, it looked less like a dangerous beast of ire and flame and more like a scaly marshmallow that someone had dumped an entire box of glitter on.

Lavender hues eyed him curiously, once hostile slits rounding out to more passive ovals. He could see two separate leather strings decorated with various charms and precious stones hanging around its neck. A black armband with silver ornaments was secured along its upper right arm, the ornament itself shaped like a four pointed star.

It squinted its eyes for a moment, before leaning its head forward to sniff at him from a distance. Wind wasn't sure what to do when it began to approach him, taking slow and careful side steps toward him. It stopped for a moment, and he saw its eyes staring at the blood stained sword in his dominant hand.

He could practically hear the lecture that he would definitely be getting for what he was about to do next, but had since decided that his curiosity of the result outweighed the certainty of consequence. He put his sword down, and took a good few steps away from it.

That seemed to be enough for it to continue its approach. Once it was right in front of him, it lowered its head with its ears flattened against its neck, as if to assure him that it meant no harm. He raised his left hand, the one that wasn't nearly as bloody as the other, and held it out to the dragon.

It tilted its head, sniffed, before leaning forward and rubbing its head against his hand.

Wind couldn't stop the smile that tugged on the corners of his lips, spreading out wider when it began to purr. He pressed the palm of his hand against the top of its head, marveling at the smooth feeling of its scales. He noted that it felt somewhat warm, and that its body was vibrating from the intensity of its purring.

He let out a shout of laughter when it suddenly pressed its whole body toward him, thankfully not on. It curled around him until the front half of its body was on one side and its tail on the other. It rolled onto its back, exposing the pale blue coloring going from its neck all the way down its chest and underbelly. Wind was more than willing to indulge the dragon and give it the pets it desired.

"You're way nicer about being pet than Wolfie is," he comments, scratching the dragon's belly. "You don't even growl or bite either!"

Wind hears the same whistling sound that the dragon had made previously, though this time it was brief and much more calm. He was about to turn to see what it was before he was distracted by a wet and slimy tongue dragging itself across his cheek. His expression morphs into one of disgust as he reaches up to wipe off the dragon's admittedly very sticky and thick saliva with his arm. Though it's clear that he isn't actually that mad about it, judging from the smile that was still present on his face.

"Lux, there you are! Why did you…."

He freezes, standing up straighter at the sound of an unfamiliar voice.

"What have I told you about personal space!" He turns to the owner of such. "Shoo, off! Dårlig drage, skam!"

The white dragon, whose name he now knew to be Lux, cooed softly in apology. It rolled back onto its feet, nuzzling Wind's shoulder one last time before darting toward the newcomer with its head ducked down. It cooed and warbled at them once they had dismounted the black dragon they had arrived on.

Wait, black dragon?

His expression changed into one of shock and realization.

The warrior donning a wolven mask, accompanied by dragons of black and white.

He looked the person over, and sure enough he spotted a wolf mask with its face twisted into a threatening snarl attached to one of their belts. They wore a fur cloak around their shoulders and a pair of dragon fang earrings. From what he can see of their arms, he spotted a myriad of tattoos depicting swirls of dragons painted across their skin.

The black dragon, who was also glaring at Lux trying to suck up to the stranger, was noticeably bigger in size. The ears along its head were much longer and in great numbers. There were shark fin shaped dorsal plates running a line down the length of its spine that became increasingly smaller as it trailed to the end of its long tail. Speaking of, its tail also seemed to have that set of fins on either side, though they were sharper looking than the other dragon's in comparison.

Well, he might be forgiven for petting the dragon now that he's found who the group has been looking for.

Speaking of whom, he saw them looking towards him after scolding the white dragon.

"I'm sorry about Lux, she doesn't exactly understand the concept of respecting people's personal bubbles," they said to him "Did she hurt you at all? I know she likes to lean, but I don't think she realizes that she weighs nearly a ton."

Wind blinks, taking a few moments to register the question before he shakes his head. "No, she saved me actually," he replied with a smile. "It-  uh, she absolutely destroyed that lynel earlier!"

The stranger's brows raised up in surprise, their gaze turning to Lux. "So that's why you suddenly disappeared. If you want to dive into battle, at least tell us first. We can't keep doing this or else I'm going to get gray hairs before I even reach thirty."

Lux rumbled softly, nudging her rider with her nose. She received a pat, which she purred under.

"They're yours?" Wind decided to finally ask, recapturing the rider's attention.

"I guess you could say that," they answered, "They're my family, more like. Sisters that I never had."

So they were both female, he'd have to remember that. "The white one's name is Lux?"

Another nod of confirmation. "Her full name is Faeralux, Lux for short," the stranger then raised a hand to gently stroke their fingers across the black dragon's head. "And this is Rhae, which is short for Rhaeneir."

"Of course, my name is Y/N," they added. "Might I know the name of the boy my overly affectionate Light Fury saved from peril?"

"My name is Link! But I'm going by Wind right now," he answers, biting his tongue on the reason why he's going by the name Wind.

Thankfully Y/N doesn't question it. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Wind. Thank you for tolerating Lux's affection, and not attacking her."

It doesn't take a genius to understand why someone would attack Lux, yet even if she's a dragon, she doesn't look or act like any he's ever seen. Granted, he only really has Valoo for reference on that front, but his point still stands.

He opens his mouth to ask another question when he was suddenly interrupted.

"Wind?!"

"Sailor, where are you?!!"

The trio of dragons and dragon rider all perk up to the voices. Y/N turns to him and speaks, "Is that your flock?"

Wind nods, and Y/N turns toward Lux. "I'm staying with you from here on out. I don't need you to get any more ideas about diving without saying anything."

The white dragoness coos softly at her rider's decision before leaning down for Y/N to hop on. Yet before they could, Wind interrupts the action.

"Wait!" Y/N turns to look at him questioningly. "Me and my group were looking for you actually, so if you wouldn't mind, could you stay here until they come?"

The black dragon, Rhae, narrows her eyes scrutinizingly at the sailor, causing him to shrink the slightest bit under her gaze. Y/N waves a dismissive hand to get the Night Fury to let up.

"Are they as friendly as you?" the rider asks him. "Because if they're not and are prone to the 'attack first ask questions later' instinct, I don't need them trying to kill me or my dragons."

"I promise they won't, not if I tell them that you're safe," Wind says, gazing at them hopefully. "Please?"

Rhae remains unconvinced, but she sees Y/N's resolve start to bow at the sight of the sailor's look. She grumbles lowly, her expression morphing into a look that said, Are you seriously going to bend that quickly to some random hatchling's pleading eyes??

The Night Fury gave her rider a flat look when the answer was yes, as told by the sigh of resignation Y/N breathed out. 

You're weak, Rhae warbled.

Y/N's only reply was a halfhearted swat in the general direction of Rhae's face, an attempted hit that was nowhere near making contact. It was the rider's way of saying that they didn't need her judgment right now.

"Fine, I'm choosing to trust you on this one. Don't make me regret it," Y/N says, dismissing the little mental talk that they just had with Rhae. The rider turned, to which something shiny was seen in their peripheral vision. "If that sword is yours, best you pick it up so your flock doesn't assume I disarmed and cornered you. Gods know I don't need a repeat of that problem."

Wind nods and goes to retrieve his weapon he dropped in favor of coaxing Lux toward him. Y/N hummed, perking up when they heard the bushes rustle and a mop of blonde hair emerge.

"Wind?" Crystal blue eyes search the area frantically before they land on their target. "Wind!"

The boy, who had just sheathed his sword, called back to the other. "Warriors! Check out who I found!"

The captain's face displayed confusion, brows furrowing as his lips were parted just the slightest amount as he was stopped before he could speak. Wind points to his left, and Warriors follows where it goes and is gobsmacked by what, or rather, who he sees.

Y/N's arms were crossed as they were leaning on Lux, who was currently sitting down. They raised their hand momentarily to wave, trying to look as non-threatening as possible.

Lux looked curious about the child's sibling, at least, they smelled like siblings to her.

Rhae was passive, not particularly interested or disinterested, merely there to witness.

It wasn't exactly the strangest ragtag group of individuals the captain has ever seen and believe him, he's seen his fair share. Though he would admit that this one was definitely in the top five.

Now to go tell the others about all of… this.

So much for a peaceful trip.

#pandora writes #linked universe x reader #gender neutral reader #httyd reader #Rhae the Night Fury #Lux the Light Fury #lu wind #lu wild #lu warriors #lu time #lu legend #lu hyrule #lu four and lu sky are also there but arent directly mentioned #this was fun #i think ill call this series #Sparks and Embers #tw: mild gore #tw: mentions of violence #tw: mentions of a monster in pieces

[ang3lik]

nobody understands how bad I need Ethan OH MY GOD.

Istg he'd slit my throat or sum and I'd cum on the spot.

me acting shocked, when i’d probably do the same 😭

#triggering content #tw: mentions of violence #✘ — angie answers #— dirty daydreams ⋆ ˚｡⋆ #ethan landry

[enstars-syndrome]

sketch cause im lazy and is not gonna render this ever

if you for some reason wish to finish this i encourage you to do so (reblog this or tag me i wanna see it)

#enstars #ensemble stars #ensemble stars fanart #ritsu sakuma #rei sakuma #sakuma ritsu #sakuma rei #tw: mentions of violence #florian's art

[sortofanobsession]

Please pardon me if I already sent you this fic idea!

Roy/Jaime: Jaime takes a boot to the chest but assures everyone he’s ok and they go on to win the match. It’s only later that Jaime reveals he’s not that fine, the metal on the bottom of the boot tore him up good, his chest a bruised and bloody mess. Roy is pissed as he takes Jaime home with him and cares for him. As Roy's tending to Jaime's wounded chest, the air grows charged between them and things happen.

A/N: A bit shorter than most of my stories recently. If you find a typo that changes the meaning of something, please let me know. I didn't do a re-read because it is late. But I promised I would post it tonight.

Ao3

Ted Lasso Masterlist

Word Count: 3k+

Paring: Roy x Jamie (Romantic), Roy x Will (Platonic), Jamie x Will (Platonic), Jamie x Isaac (platonic), Coach Beard x Jamie (Platonic) Jamie x AFC Richmond Himbos (platonic)

Content Warning: Blood, Injury, PTSD, Mentions of abuse, mentions of violence, pain, bruising, mentions of head injury, anger, cussing/swearing/cursing.

You clearly can't be trusted to look after yourself

Roy felt dread pool in his gut as he watched Jamie Tartt take what seemed initially to be a well-executed but poorly landed shot. The ball found its target in the back of the net, but Jamie’s boot slipped, and he ended flat on the pitch. The defender that had been attempting to stop him didn’t have time to adjust his path, and his boot connected with Jamie’s chest. Jamie had the wind knocked out of him when he first hit the pitch. The boot connecting sent searing pain through his already screaming lungs. But the look in the defender’s eyes as moved to try and help Jamie sent a pang of guilt through him as he managed to catch his breath. The guy hadn’t done it on purpose. And Jamie’s dazed brain didn’t want him to feel bad. That feeling, in addition to the tiny voice in the back of his head that always sounded suspiciously like his dad, telling him not to be a weak pussy, had him getting up. Accepting the player’s hand and waving off his apologies as he did. The crowd cheered as he got back to his feet. He went to the sideline and insisted he just needed to catch his breath and get a drink. The game went on without him for a few minutes. He accepted the bottle Will gave him and checked the clock on the scoreboard. 7 minutes til half.

“Sit the fuck down,” Roy had told him. And he did. He bunched up his hands in his kit. It stung as the chilled air hit a sticky mix of blood on his chest that was clinging to his undershirt. He’d have to change it during the half.

When the team headed to the locker room, he grabbed his bag and headed to the loo. He waved off the concerns of a few of his teammates. Saying he was going to try and clean up his kit. He was glad he habitually kept a first aid kit hidden deep in his bag. A holdover from the days his old man had taken his frustrations out physically on Jamie, and he didn’t want to have to go to the treatment room and get asked a million questions. It had always been easier this way. The team didn’t need to know then, and they didn’t need to know now. Jamie could handle it. He always did. When he was in the solitude of the toilet, he removed his kit and made quick work of peeling off the long sleeve undershirt he had on under his kit. It was a fucking lost cause. He’d toss it. He was on the clock. If he took too long, someone would come looking, and then he’d have to explain everything. He didn’t want that. He wanted to get back out there and finish the match. So he rushed through bandaging and covering the bloody boot print that caught the edge of his left peck and obliques. He huffed a laugh at himself, thinking at least his abs were fine. He put on his new undershirt and tried to get as much off his kit as he could. On his way out, he tossed his undershirt in the bin. Hoping no one would see it. 

“You good?” Isaac asks when he rejoins the team. 

“Did fuck all to clean it, don’t envy Will’s job,” Jamie joked as if anyone would give a fuck about his actual kit if they knew he was actually hurt. Isaac studied him. And for a second Jamie thought he might not be playing it off as well as he thought he was. 

But Isaac just shrugged. “He’ll manage. Paid to deal with it,” Isaac says. “Not like it was intentional, bruv.” 

“Arse on the pitch was not what I intended, but still a beautiful fucking goal, yeah?” Jamie says. 

Isaac laughs and claps him on the back. And Jamie has to bite his cheek to keep from shouting. But Isaac must not notice his change because he is off with the team as they all head back out. 

“You good to stay in the game?” Beard asks.

“Course,” Jamie says. Beard looks unsure. “I’m good, coach. Let’s win this, yeah?” And Beard must trust his judgment, probably shouldn’t, but he does. So Jamie gets back out on the pitch for the second half.  

Roy knows something is very wrong when Jamie winces slightly as Jeff hugs him after the game. Jamie is good at hiding pain. He has years of practice at it. Roy does too. That's why he can see it. He doesn't hug Jamie as aggressively as he normally does. But if Jamie notices, he doesn't act like it. But Roy watches his every move now. The way Jamie is holding himself and avoiding certain movements. The way Jamie is drawing to the back of the team as they head inside. Slow, calculated movements. He sees Jamie actually sidestepping some of the celebration, and that has the final alarm going off in Roy's head. And Roy takes action because he knows Jamie is dragging his feet and avoiding the showers. 

But he can’t sit back and do nothing after Will pulls him aside. 

“Coach, you need to see this,” Will had told him and waved Roy into the boot room. 

“What?” Roy demands. He was annoyed at the distraction. 

“Pretty sure this is Jamie’s,” Will holds up the blood-stained undershirt. “Was half in the bin.”

Roy lets out a litany of curses. This just confirms Jamie’s injured and hiding it. 

“What should I do?” Will asks. 

“Bin it,” he says, since Tartt clearly intended to. “I’ll deal with Jamie fucking Tartt.” 

Will just nods and Roy leaves. He goes straight to Jamie. 

"Let me see," Roy says as gets Jamie’s attention.

"See what?" Jamie says. 

"Don't play fucking dumb," Roy says. 

"Roy, behave, don't make me report you to-" Jamie tries to joke, but Roy is not fucking having it because he knows Jamie well enough to know humor is often a defense mechanism. He knows Jamie. So even if Jamie might get angry at Roy, Roy doesn't care. Roy reaches over and raises the hem of Jamie's kit and lets out a string of curses before dragging Jamie to the treatment room. Jamie knows he is caught now. No getting away now that Roy knows. 

"You weren't going to say a fucking word, were you," Roy posits, and Jamie doesn't answer. "You were going to go home and patch yourself up and ignore the fact you could already be halfway to an infection by not getting this treated, and then I find your ass half dead or worse when I show up for training tomorrow morning. What the fuck, Tartt?" 

"Let me explain. I-"

"Don't fucking lie to me," Roy cautions as moves around the treatment room, gathering everything he thinks he might need. He washes his hand and finds gloves. "Fucking off with it," he gestures to the top half of Jamie's kit and undershirt. "Will showed me your fucking shirt.” Roy glares. And Jamie feels like a kid that has been caught stealing sweets. “You won't let the actual med team help, but you aren't fucking getting out of this room until I am sure you're not going to fuck your whole career with staph or sepsis or fucking tetanus from a dirty fucking boot."

"Kit didn't even rip. And the league wouldn't let me play if I didn't-"

"Off." Roy glares. "Now." Jamie winces as he takes it off. "Jamie...fucking hell." Roy actually sounds pained, and that catches Jamie off guard. "How did you finish the match like this?" Roy didn't even know where to start with helping Jamie. So he starts by trying to clean him up the mess of slapdash bandaging, partially dried blood, and swelling bruises. "This is going to fucking sting."

An hour later, Jamie is as patched up as he could be with just Roy's help. Jamie goes to change out of the rest of his kit. Apologizing to Will as he does that he took so long.

"It's fine, Jamie," Will tells him. "Glad you're okay, was a nasty hit." Roy grunts and disappears into the office. 

"Be fine in a few days," Jamie shrugs off as he finishes changing and tosses his kit in the cart. "And we won. That's what matters."

Will just nods because he just knows Roy Kent is listening. He doesn't want to say the wrong thing.

"Ready?" Roy says, and Jamie looks confused as he looks away from the kitman to his coach.

"For what?" Jamie asks. 

"To fucking leave," Roy says. Annoyance is clear in his tone. 

"Sure," Jamie says, but it sounds almost like a question. He is still very confused about why Roy is asking. 

"Going to celebrate with the team?" Will asks.

"Fuck no," Roy says. "You either." He looks at Jamie. 

"Wasn't exactly going to," Jamie says as he grabs his stuff. "Too fucking sore." 

"Don't Fucking doubt it," Roy says. Jamie is shocked when Roy takes Jamie's stuff and ushers him out the door.

"I can carry my shit," Jamie says. 

"So can I," Roy says. 

"Roy," Jamie goes to take it when he goes to pass Roy's G Wagon to his own car. And Roy just tosses it in the boot, and Jamie has no idea what is happening. "What are you doing?"

"You're fucking coming with me because you can't be trusted to ask for help when you fucking need it, and I have a fully stocked first aid kit assembled by an actual medical professional. Someone has to keep your arse alive."

Jamie is too stunned to say anything. Roy hadn't just insisted on patching Jamie up, but now he was insisting Jamie go to his home so Roy could look after him.

"You fucking hit your head and not fucking say anything?" Roy says as he moves closer to Jamie, concern clear on his face. 

"I'm wondering the same thing because this is very weird for me," Jamie admits. 

"Fuck off," Roy says. "Get in the fucking car before I make you."

And Jamie does because he has zero doubt Roy will do it. He has a very low opinion of Jamie's ability to take care of himself at times. And Jamie knows that. 

At his flat, Roy makes Jamie shower and insists on redoing the bandages. Jamie already feels like he's intruding, so he does not put up as big of a fight as he might normally. 

"Here," Roy hands him a cup of tea once Jamie sits on Roy's sofa. 

"You really don't have to do all this," Jamie says.

"And?" Roy says as he sits at the other end of the sofa. And Jamie doesn't know how to answer that. "Just fucking accept that some people actually care about you and fucking drink your tea." Roy turns on the TV to see what the press is saying about the match. The kick that resulted in Jamie on his sofa was brought up before they even finished their tea. Now that Roy sees the close-ups, he looks over at Jamie.

"The fuck were you thinking, not telling anyone you were fucking bleeding?" Roy asks.

 Jamie sighs. "That it wasn’t an underhanded play. Shit happens. The lad felt shitty enough already. And we really needed this win, and any more stoppage in play might fuck up the momentum of the team."

"And your suffering didn't matter? And what? You did fucking bandages in the fucking toilet?"

"I managed," Jamie says.

"You shouldn't have had to," Roy growls. "You could have worsened your injury playing like that. Tore something. So close to your fucking heart, Jamie.” A pained look crosses Roy’s face before he schools his features. “I am your coach, you can’t fucking-” Roy stops and takes a breath. “Listen to me, Jamie. You cannot do this again. Fucking ever."

Jamie does not respond.

"Jamie," Roy shifts closer. "How would you feel if it was one of the other? Like Sam or Dani."

"They wouldn't-"

"Fucking right! Because that is insane, and you could have really gotten injured."

"Says the guy that-"

"And I fucking paid the price!" Roy was now on his feet, looking down at Jamie. "I won't let you make the same fucking mistakes. What kind of fucking coach would I be if I didn't aim to make you a better fucking player than I was. Fucking teach you what not to fucking do. And this." Roy tugs Jamie's shirt up to show the bandages. "This is not fucking okay. A win is not worth your fucking future or your fucking life. Now fucking swear to me this will not happen again. If you don't, I'm going to insist the medical team checks you over after every fucking slip, every foul. I will not let you kill yourself for a fucking game. We’d be better off losing a fucking match than you. No, we’d be better off losing every fucking match this season than losing you fucking permanently. The lads would probably prefer relegation again."

“Doubt that,” Jamie says.

“I fucking don’t!” Roy shouts.

"Fuck," Jamie says. "You're serious, aren't you?"

"Like a fucking car wreck," Roy says. 

"Okay," Jamie says. "I'll fucking tell someone if I'm injured again. Will you sit down and fucking relax now?"

"Fucking good," Roy says, and the tension leaves his shoulders. "Contrary to popular belief, I fucking care if you live or die, you fucking prick."

"That's the nicest thing you have ever said," Jamie says. 

Jamie must move wrong in his sleep because he is gasping in pain as he wakes up. The room is dark, and he looks at his phone. 2:26 a.m. Fuck, he hurts. He gets up to try and find a way to make it hurt less. To get some painkillers. He looks around and remembers he is at Roy's. He didn't know where Roy kept anything. He headed to Roy's kitchen to at least get a glass of water. He had just sat down at Roy's table for a breather when Roy entered the kitchen. And Jamie thinks he might swallow his tongue because he has seen Roy without a shirt. He had seen it often when they were teammates. But this was a half-asleep Roy, in just pants, hair a mess from sleep. And fuck, Jamie had not expected to feel the urge to kiss Roy fucking Kent at 2:30 in the morning. 

"Here," Roy hands him a pack of paracetamol. He then goes to his freezer and gets one of the ice packs he usually uses on his knee.

"Thanks," Jamie says as he takes the pills and accepts the ice pack. "Sorry if I woke you."

"It's fine," Roy says as he sits down at the table. 

"I know but-"

"Jamie, I brought you here so I could help you with this shit. So it's fine."

"I know but-"

"No fucking buts, Tartt," Roy says firmly. "Just like with training, I want to help you."

"Okay, but-"

"Fucking hell," Roy says before he stands up. He pushes Jamie's chair and holds out his hand to help Jamie up. Jamie takes it. To his surprise, Roy doesn't step back but stays in Jamie's face. Roy continues. "I don't actually enjoy the idea of you suffering alone. Fucking lose sleep over it."

"You lose sleep over me?" Jamie says with shock.

"I lose a lot of fucking sleep over you, Tartt," Roy admits. He glances down at Jamie's lips. 

"Why?" Jamie asks. Roy is so close Jamie wonders if Roy can hear how Jamie's heart beats insanely fast. Roy's face is so close Jamie could just lean forward and kiss him.

"For fuck sake," Roy mutters before closing the distance a bit. "Because you drive me fucking insane." Jamie can now feel Roy's words against his lips, and Jamie's brain must reboot because, without thinking, he pushes forward and closes the small gap, and presses his lips against Roy's. And Roy responds in kind. Jamie doesn't want this moment to end because Roy Kent is kissing him back, and his life could not be better. He never thought Roy could have feelings for him. Jamie had thought his feelings were one-sided, but clearly, he was wrong because Roy was pulling Jamie closer. Jamie goes willingly. At least until he shifts wrong, and it pulls at the healing cuts on his chest, and pain hits him. He must make a noise because Roy recoils like he was burned and puts enough room between them so he can see if Jamie's bleeding again. Jamie tries to brush it off and goes back to making out in Roy's kitchen at almost 3 a.m. Roy curses Jamie's lack of self-preservation and ends up dragging Jamie into his own bed.

"You clearly can't be trusted to look after yourself," Roy grumbles as he gets into bed beside Jamie. 

"You up for the task then?" Jamie asks.

With a growl, Roy gently pulls Jamie against him. Jamie takes advantage of the situation and snuggles right into Roy's side. 

"I'll take that as a yes," Jamie chuckles. 

"Get some fucking sleep," Roy says. Jamie hums and falls asleep fast. 

Jamie hurts like hell the next morning. Angry bruises now take up most of his chest now that the wounds have closed for the most part. Roy does not let him leave the bed most of the day. Insisting he will reopen them if he does. And Jamie thinks he'll be bored out of his mind, but Roy stays with him for most of it. He leaves for a few hours to go over match tapes with the other coaches, but he comes back with takeaway, and Jamie thinks he might be the luckiest man alive because he is in Roy fucking Kent's bed, being taken care of by Roy. After they eat, they end up making out like fucking teenagers. Jamie is annoyed that Roy won't take it any further because Jamie is now filled with bad ideas, and Roy refuses. Not because he doesn't want to but because he doesn't want to hurt Jamie or delay his healing process. No matter how much Jamie begs or pouts, Roy doesn't cave. 

"Not fucking risking your health, Tartt. Get fucking used to it."

Jamie gets looked over by the med team and is not allowed to train with the rest of the team for almost two weeks, and Jamie hates it. Roy doesn't care because Jamie's health is too important to him. And that is the only reason Jamie hasn't lost his mind. Roy cares about him. A lot. Roy fucking Kent has spent most of his time keeping Jamie busy. Cuddling and kissing. It's been beautifully frustrating. Frustrating because he wants more. Really wants to show Roy he cares just as much but has no way to do it because Roy is holding Jamie back. It might be for Jamie's own good, but that doesn't mean he likes it.

The first match Jamie gets to play after the injury, the Richmond fans lose their shit. They scream for him, and he takes that feeling and uses it. And Roy is so fucking proud of him that it hurts. They win, and it's so different from his last match. Jamie is right there with the team celebrating. And it's not until Roy pulls him aside and kisses him that Jamie draws away from the team. And Jamie cannot remember ever feeling this happy. Roy promises that when they get out home, they can celebrate their own way, and Jamie trips over his own feet in a rush to get changed so he and Roy can leave. And Roy, of course, thinks that's the most amusing fucking thing he has ever seen. It becomes the second most amusing thing later that day because watching Jamie goes to fucking pieces at Roy's fingertips is fucking amazing, and Roy thinks there's no going back now. He is lost on Jamie Tartt. And Jamie realizes Roy's attention is something he is absolutely addicted to and never wants to live without. It won't be an easy journey having a real relationship between them, but neither of them has ever shied away from a challenge, and they agree it's worth trying.

#tw: Blood #tw: Injury #tw: PTSD #tw: Mentions of abuse #tw: mentions of violence #tw: pain #tw: bruising #tw: mentions of head injury #tw: anger #tw: cussing #tw: cursing #tw: swearing #roy kent #jamie tartt #jamie x roy #royjamie #roy x jamie #ted lasso fic

[nanasparadise]

Hello! I hope that you are doing fine. I want to say that I really lime your writing and reading your writing makes me happy! ^^

Also, is the flower ask prompt still open? Can I get Mirio Togata with Camellia, please? Thank you and have a nice day!

Anon said: “Hello! For the flower prompts: Could you write for Mirio Togata with Ivy, please? Thank you!”

Hiya anon! Thank you for your request, I’m so glad to hear you enjoy my content! I hope this one will make you happy as well <3

"Like the rising sun" Yan!Mirio x gender-neutral reader

Camellia (devotion, perfection): “You know I’d do anything for you, right? My love knows no limits.”

 Ivy (fidelity): “There is no one who’s more loyal than me! I’m tied to you, just like you are to me.”

Summary: No matter how bright your captor was, you couldn’t find happiness again. 

TW: toxic relationship, implied kidnapping, depression, delusional mindset, mentions of past violence (towards reader), noncon touching, IMPLIED NONCON, MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY/MINORS DNI

I do not condone any yandere behaviour in real life. 

“I’m back, honey!”

How you loathed his voice. That stupidly ever cheerful voice, boisterous and loud and always present. 

Soon enough, his equally cheerful smile appeared in your vision. Mirio opened the door to your room, the beaming expression adorning his face blinding you. If you were a poet and he was your muse, you’d describe him as pure sunlight. Too bad you were but a captive in his home and had no kind word to spare for him. 

The pro-hero’s grin faltered when he glanced at your face. “I missed you so much during the shift! Although I had hoped you would feel the same.” A bashful chuckle escaped his lips.

You didn’t grant him a sliver of your attention, knowing that it‘d drive him insane. Stubbornly, you continued staring at the wall in front of you, his form only a blob in your peripheral vision. 

The mattress dipped under the additional weight as a warm hand was placed on your shoulder. Two months ago, you would have flinched. Now, it had become the norm to be touched by him, an inevitable fact that couldn’t be changed. 

The realisation made your thoughts stumble, a wave of sadness washing over you. When did you stop resisting and start accepting this bleak reality?

“Sweetheart,” Mirio sighed, his hand rubbing circles in your skin, “I’m talking to you. Please, speak to me, my love.” 

“Of course I’m not happy to see you,” you replied, your answer a mere whisper in the room. You had hoped it would come out louder, stronger, showing how much you hated it here, hated him. But it cost so much energy to fight back. 

The hand stilled for a moment. Instead, the reassuring gesture got replaced with a tight grip. “I know the first weeks had been hard to adjust to,“ he said, his voice uncharacteristically - dangerously - low, “but I’m really trying my best to make you feel comfortable, Y/N. What do you want me to do? Would you like more clothes? Different books? We can also take a stroll through the garden if that’s what you wish for. Please, just tell me, you know I’d do anything for you, right? My love knows no limits.“ 

You turned your head, staring straight into his blue eyes. Distress marked his face as he desperately tried to make you see his point of view. “Let me go, then,” you uttered, echoing the plea you had made already countless times in the past. 

“Not this again,” Mirio muttered, “I don’t want anything to happen to you, you know that.” His hand moved from your shoulder to your cheek, gently cradling it. Genuine concern was written all over his face as his thumb softly traced your cheekbone. 

Left, right, left, right - a tear trickled down your cheek.

“That night, when I found you in the alley, beaten up and blood on the pavement-”

The movement halted - another tear. 

“-my heart couldn’t take it.” His voice cracked, no hint of joy could be detected in it anymore. “I thought you’d die, Y/N. How did you expect me to react? I had to bring you somewhere safe where no one could lay a finger on you again.” 

Your gaze shifted from his now tear-filled eyes to your leg, inspecting the familiar weight around your ankle in the form of a monitor. ‘Is being imprisoned like a criminal the only way to guarantee safety?’, you pondered, not quite able to hide the bitterness from your face. 

Mirio followed your look, his mouth turning in a resigned line once he saw what you were fixated on. “I had to do this, it was either this or the chain,” he tried to reason, obviously believing that it was the right choice to make, if you interpreted the tone of his voice correctly. 

What a messed up life you were going through.

“Just take it as the proof of my devotion for you! I’d do anything to keep you from harm, even if it hurts me to see you being so miserable. We’re going through this together, baby. There is no one who’s more loyal than me! I’m tied to you, just like you are to me.” His hand wandered to your jaw, gently gripping and directing it towards his face so that you’d look at him again. A crooked smile now graced his face, though you could detect the slight trembling in his lips. Just like his words, it was an illusion - twisted and utterly worthless to you. 

“Time heals even the deepest wound. Soon enough, you’ll get used to it, you’ll even be happy-” you scowled at him, however, it didn’t deter him one bit “-I just need to show you all of my love for you!” This time, a sincere smile reappeared on his face. 

Like the rising sun, ever so stupidly dutiful and joyous. You couldn’t stand to witness it. Day in, day out. 

He pushed your forehead towards him, touching it with his lips in a kiss. Gently. Earnestly. Unwanted.

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t make you see just how much I adore you, darling,” he whispered to you, “I’ll make it up to you. I’ll take a two-week break from work and will dedicate myself only to you, babe.” 

Another kiss followed, this time placed carefully on the tip of your nose. 

“It’d be like paradise, I promise.”

‘It’d be like hell.’

A kiss to your right cheek. 

“We’ll be together all the time, you won’t be lonely again.”

‘I’d rather be anywhere but with you.’

A kiss to your left cheek. 

“And I will make love to you every night, so that you won’t forget that I’m here for you to attend to your every need, always.” 

A horrified expression flitted over your face, your eyes widened in terror as you tried to get away from him, anything but this, you couldn’t-

Strong hands gripped your waist, keeping you in place. And despite them radiating an almost unnatural warmth, you felt a shiver crawling down your spine. 

A final kiss to your lips. 

“Starting now.”

#yandere x reader #yandere mirio #yandere mirio x reader #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere my hero academia #bnha #mha #yandere bnha #yandere mha #tw: yandere #tw: implied kidnapping #tw: mentions of violence #tw: depression #tw: toxic relationship #tw: noncon touching #tw: implied noncon #tw: delusional mindset #minors dni

[junipersberries]

Dearest y/n,

Well what a few days it's been! So you've probably heard about this whole, uh... escapade at Arkham by now. Haha, you see what happens when you try to contain a force of nature in a box like this? I'm not one for confinement...

Something did happen here.

There's been a little....incident.

But let me tell you, I had nothing to do with it... at least, nothing I can be held responsible for heh..

Sure, some guards ended up with a few extra holes in them, some patients suffered from their faces being used as practice targets for a little target practice... but I can't be held responsible for that! No, no, no, it's all just how the cards fall!

Also...a few bored inmates have started a full-blown riot... the guards barely seem to be able to contain it and I haven't seen one of the shrinks in days.

Everything burns!

The guards never saw it coming, and when they realized they were in over their heads, it was too late.

People are screaming their heads off, furniture is being demolished, and... ah..well, you know me...

It's not every day I get a chance to stretch my legs and have some real fun.

- The Joker

Part 6 Part 8

#the joker letters #the joker #- 7 - #joker #the dark knight joker #joker x reader #TW: mentions of violence #tdk!joker #set after tdk #the joker x reader #the joker x y/n #the joker x you #joker x y/n #joker x you

[brighteyedbushybrowed]

𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐨 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐆𝐨

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 Three times that you prioritise the needs and feelings of your lovers above your own, and the one time they remind you that you don't need to do that.

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩(𝐬) Copia x Mary Goore x GN!Reader

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 No smut here, but there is angst. There's also blood, mentions of violence, nightmares, bad relationship between reader and their father, reader bottles up their emotions and they feel the consequences of that. There is a happy ending, but there's a lot of emotions on the way there.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 2526 words.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 This was written more for me to vent my own emotions after having a Very Upset Moment tonight and to explore them in a way that doesn't involve me going off on my dad for being a bad father. From what I can tell I've not used gendered pronouns or terms for reader but if I've missed any please let me know! This is v briefly proofread mostly for pronouns and such.

𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐤

The first time you place yourself last in your priorities is when you find Copia despondent in his – your – room.

His eyes are glazed over, the skin surrounding them blotchy and swollen. There are still traces of his Papal makeup that he missed when wiping it off, smudges of black and white and grey at the edges of his face and around his mouth. His t-shirt is on back to front, label sticking out near his throat, and he’s not bothered to put his red hoodie on. Instead, it’s just draped over his torso as if he was too tired to slip his arms through the sleeves. He’s curled up on his side and clinging to the little rat plushie that Mary had bought him for his birthday. Lingering makeup stains sit on the pillowcase, but that’s not important right now. You know that he’s trying to shut everyone out, but you won’t let it happen.

“Was it him again?” you ask, your fingers carding through his hair from your position knelt at the side of the bed.

His eyes flicker over your face, seeing you for the first time since you entered the room. He nods once, fresh tears ready to trickle down his cheeks, and it stabs at your chest. Grabs hold of your heart and squeezes and snatches away your breath for just a moment.

“Come on,” you coo at him. “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?”

Copia doesn’t move, turning his head so that you can’t look him in the eye anymore. You know him well enough to know that his trying to fight off the guilt and shame that’s bubbling through him. It makes you want to grab Nihil and push him down a long flight of stairs. Makes you wish he were still alive just so you can be the one to kill him again. The fury swirls sickeningly in your stomach and tastes of acrid bile in the back of your throat.

You pull away the hoodie draped over him and pull insistently on his arm. “I’m running you a bath and we’re going to sit and relax and clean you up. Come and pick the bubbles you want me to put in.”

Reluctantly, he allows you to pull him to his feet. The lines that crease his forehead and around his eyes relax a little, though he still holds onto the rat and cages it against his chest.

“Mr Rat comes too?”

You smile, thankful that he’s willing to co-operate and not arguing with you about it. “Mr Rat comes too, yes. He can stand watch on the toilet to make sure you’re okay.”

That perks him up and he follows you more willingly into the conjoined bathroom to the room you both share with Mary. They’re due to return from work any moment now and you know that he’ll appreciate sharing a bath with the two of you and won’t ask any questions until Copia is feeling more like himself again.

Bathroom smelling of lavender and something else floral, you sit behind Copia in the large tub. His back rests against your chest and your arms are wrapped around him from behind. His head rests on your shoulder and his fingers are laced through yours. His face is now completely devoid of makeup, his hair damp and cold against your skin. He’s smiling, not happy but content, and it eases your mind to know that he’s no longer in the state you found him in.

When Mary finally joins you, the blood on his face dry and flaking off his skin, the two of you adjust yourselves so he can join you. They’re quick to strip off, sliding into the warm water and scrubbing at their makeup and the scarlet tracks that trail down from their hairline. The way he furiously rubs at his skin makes Copia laugh, which in turn has Mary grinning proudly. Your eyes meet his briefly, words unspoken passing between you.

You won’t let your sweet, sensitive man be broken down like this again.

***

The second time you push yourself to the bottom of your priorities is when Mary collapses into your arms in Copia’s office, tears soaking into your shirt and shoulders shaking with silent sobs.

Copia immediately locks the door, eliminating any chance of being interrupted. It’s rare for Mary to cry and even more rare for him to do so in front of others. The way he clutches onto you, refusing to loosen his grasp, makes you tighten your own arms around him and rock him gently from side to side. Their hold on you is suffocating, literally, but you don’t dare try to push them away. Instead, one of your hands cups the back of their head and that’s when you feel it, sticky and hot against your palm.

Blood.

The elder of your lovers sees the crimson glistening on your skin and curses under his breath as he picks up his phone. He speaks in furious but hushed tones, deliberately speaking in Italian so neither of you can understand what he’s saying.

“They took it. They fucking took it.” Mary’s voice wobbles and cracks, making you carefully pull his head back so you can look at him. Their eyeliner has streaked down their pale face and it’s only then that you notice the cut on their lip and the blood staining their teeth as they take in a shuddering breath.

“Who did?” you ask, your own hands trembling as you cup their face. Another tear falls and you brush it away with your thumb. It tugs agonisingly at your chest, and you will yourself to hold it together. Not for yourself, but for him.

He doesn’t answer at first, but you don’t force him to. You know they’ll tell you; they just need to get the words together in their head before they can divulge. When they do finally speak up, it’s a gut punch.

“Why does it matter? They fucking took it. They took your rings.”

Copia quiets for a moment and you can already sense his pain at how defeated and broken Mary sounds. There’s not much that can destroy your lover, always fighting back with their fists or their words. It won’t have been a fair fight, you realise. Mary’s good at fighting. Whoever it was must’ve snuck up on him and jumped him. Maybe even knocked him unconscious. The blood on your hand that’s now smeared on their face now makes you panic even more.

“Copia, get Special. And maybe Sodo,” you demand, making the person in your grasp shake their head wildly.

“No, please–”

“You could have a concussion, Mare. We need to check you over. Special won’t ask any questions and Sodo’s the best hunter we’ve got. He’ll be able to get their scent from you and track down the shitheels that thought it was a good idea to attack one of us.”

You know he wants to argue, but he just nods and lets you hold him once more. Copia goes back to his phone call, but his words are English this time. You just about make out the words ‘quickly’ and ‘make them pay’, but your focus remains on your lover as they refuse to release you.

***

It’s when you feel Copia leaving the bed that the third time you place yourself below everyone else occurs. Mary has already fallen asleep, back facing you as they curl around a pillow. You sit up and watch as the elder of the men pulls on a robe and walks over to the barely glowing embers in the fireplace. His hair is still a just-fucked mess, and the scent of sex still lingers in the air.

You pull a large t-shirt on over your head, unsure of who it belongs to after sharing clothes with your lovers and the ghouls for so long now. Quietly, you make your way over to Copia and wrap your arms around him from behind. He relaxes into your touch and sighs.

“Can’t sleep?” you ask, voice soft so as not to wake Mary.

Copia turns to face you and not for the first time you can’t help but notice the bags beneath his eyes. Your fingers delicately caress them and he smiles, taking your hand to press kisses to the tips of your digits. His hand holds onto yours gently but firmly, not ready to let you go yet.

“The nightmares…” He trails off and you kiss his lips.

“They’ve been getting worse, haven’t they?”

He nods, unable to keep the smile on his face anymore. Your foreheads touch and you lace the fingers of both of your hands through his, giving them a squeeze. You’ve spent many a night comforting him when he’s woken drenched in sweat, tendrils of torture still clouding his mind as he struggles to return to reality straight away. Your sleep schedule is just as unpredictable as his at this point, Mary always sleeping so deeply that it’s rare for one of Copia’s nightmares to disturb their slumber. Not that you would want them to. You’d rather it be you that gets woken up so that he can get his rest after late night gigs and gruelling hours working at the bar.

“They know that it’s my fault,” he murmurs. “They know that I am to blame for their deaths. If I hadn’t…”

You shush him, don’t let him speak. “You’re not to blame, you hear me? It’s Imperator, not you. You had no idea she was going to do what she did and I’m sure they know that. This is just your guilt talking. You can’t keep blaming yourself for this.”

He’s too tired to argue with you. Or maybe he’s finally starting to believe you after hearing you tell him the truth so many times now. You’re optimistic that it’s the latter, seeing him soften more and more over time when you remind him that he’s not the reason the Emeritus brothers are dead. He’s slowly coming around, you know it. That doesn’t make his nightmares any less torturous.

“Come back to bed,” you implore, guiding him back to where your other lover remains sound asleep. Copia follows you without a fight and shucks himself of the robe before pulling you into his side, his other arm wrapping around Mary to bring them closer too.

***

It all comes to a head when you’re confronted by your father.

You’ve not seen him in years, and certainly not since you started dating Mary and Copia. The sight of him should bring you happiness and joy. Those are things other people when they see their parents after so long apart, right? They hug and they laugh and cry and catch up and vow to stay in touch. They share their news and achievements, and their father tells them how oh so proud of them they are. How they can’t wait to tell their friends about their amazing child and all that they’ve accomplished.

Instead, the sight of your father twists in your gut. It’s sharp. It hurts to breathe. It brings back memories of every cruel jibe he’s thrown at you. Every crushing word that smashed your world to pieces. Every time he ignored your achievements and accomplishments as if they were meaningless. Unimportant.

Unvalued.

Copia asks what’s going on and who you’re talking to, and instead of answering you

Run

Run

Run away

Hide

Pretend you don’t exist

Just for a moment

Before you

Crack

All the times you’ve bottled up your feelings, pushed aside what needed to be confronted and processed, pulls at your seams and you can’t stop the flood that bursts through the dam anymore. It rains and it pours, cheeks soaking with salty tears and bitter anguish and the overwhelmingly agonising ache that tears a void into your soul once more.

You’d tentatively patched it up over the years. You’d come to accept that he wouldn’t love you or see you the way you needed to be seen and loved by your father. It was a slap-dash job, one that was inevitably going to result in you breaking apart once more, but you kept plastering it with band-aids because the others need you. Copia and Mary need you.

And you really fucking need them right now too.

Arms wind around you as you crumple to the floor and Mary follows you down, softening the fall. They pull you tight against their chest and let you sob and scream and cry as years of never being enough spill out of every crack and crevice in the mask you’d built up for yourself. You cling onto him desperately, convinced that he’s going to drop you and leave because you and your baggage are too much for him to handle. This isn’t what they asked for. This isn’t what they signed up for when you stumbled into theirs and Copia’s lives. You won’t blame them if they decide this is too much. You’ve seen others walk away from you for the same reason. You expect it to happen at this point.

Copia finds you both when your throat feels like glasspaper and your eyes are sore and dry. At some point, Mary had moved the two of you to the bed. You’re not sure when, everything a haze in your cotton-filled mind. The elder of your lovers clicks the door shut and removes his Papal robe, leaving him in just his usual waistcoat, shirt, and pants. He crawls onto the bed so that you’re sandwiched between both him and Mary, both of them embracing you and pressing soft kisses to your face and the top of your head. Tears roll down your face once more, but you’re too tired out to make a sound.

“He’s gone now,” Mary murmurs, lips brushing against your cheek as they cuddle up to you. “You don’t have to see him. Not now, not ever.”

Copia places a chaste kiss on the tip of your nose. “Si. You don’t owe him shit.”

You nod, lacking the energy to form a verbal response. Your partners don’t seem to need you to speak however, only for you to listen.

“You don’t owe anybody shit, got that?” Mary’s arm around your abdomen squeezes you lightly. “He’s not worth your tears. You’ve achieved so much without him, and you’re going to do even more amazing stuff too. He doesn’t get to dictate your worth. Nobody does.”

“You do so much for both of us. Now, let us take care of you, tesoro. We’re not letting go of you, no matter how much you may try to push us away. So get used to it, si?”

You smile and nod, finally ridding yourself of the burden you’d weighed yourself down with. You don’t need to piece everything back together, not the way it was before. You don’t need to paint over all the cracks and hide away your pain. It’s time to finally put yourself first and let someone else look after you for once.

With Mary and Copia never letting go, maybe you can do that.

#tw: blood #tw: mentions of violence #cardinal copia #papa emeritus iv #mary goore #cardinal copia x reader #cardinal copia x gn!reader #papa emeritus iv x reader #papa emeritus iv x gn!reader #mary goore x reader #mary goore x gn!reader #cardinal copia x mary goore #papa emeritus iv x mary goore #copia x mary goore x reader #copia x mary goore x gn!reader #the band ghost #repugnant #fanfic #mine #my fanfic

[doodle-pops]

Hi, I read your Yandere Irmo headcanons and I loved it. I was wondering wondering what Este’s reaction would be to her husband’s darling. Would she be accepting or..

Oh, thank you love (was about to say darling due to theme of ask 😉) 💞💞

Have to say firstly, when I write character x reader content, I don't account for the character spouse's wedded or around anymore (depending on which character). So this question did throw me off since I interpreted it as you believing Estë is with Irmo when he has his darling? when it's not that way in fact. It's simply Irmo and reader.

I'm not one for including canon couples into a poly relationship with reader. It just doesn't vibe well with me 😅. However, I'll still give a shot at your question.

Disclaimer: I'm no expert on assessing Estë, so I hope you don't think I butchered her character. I also gave two answers.

⚠️Yandere content up ahead⚠️

Yandere Verse:

With yandere character, I would place them in a yandere universe/AU and away from the normal Silm verse to make everything easier to deal with.

Because Estë is a healer, her role would be to ensure the happiness of Irmo and that as his newest lover, that you are also making him happy. It may take a while before she comes around to the idea that Irmo requires another person aside from her to bring joy, but when she does, she'll ensure to live up to the expectations.

When she becomes aware of your attempts at escaping Irmo, she'll seek you out also. Whenever you're found, she rushes in to access you; acting all worried when in truth, as she nurses you back to health, she'll probably slip in a little extra something to keep you bedridden so you'll learn your lesson. She would also sweetly threaten you if you ever attempt that stunt on Irmo again because of how hurt he was. As a healer, she knows all the ropes about the body and soul, hence if you're misbehaving, it's easy for her to tame you for Irmo's sake.

Normal Silm Verse:

(Not in a poly and discovered Irmo's darling)

Estë would not be pleased to learn of what her husband had done to some poor, innocent person. Far from accepting, but also fearful for your life given Irmo's abilities, she would do all that she could to free you from his clutches. It would mostly break her heart to see how he turned so possessive towards you, refusing to give you a breath of fresh air.

While she understands that the Valar has an entirely different approach on emotions, she aware that his demeanour is unacceptable. Heartbroken by the focus of his love drifting to another, she wouldn't hold animosity towards you, but rather sorrow and pity as she pleads your case.

(In a poly and discovered you're his darling)

When Irmo introduced you to Estë, at first confused why he would want another lover, but at the same time, beings like them loved differently. Of course, she compiled and welcomed, treating you with much love and respect but couldn't understand the fear emanating. She wasn't going to harm you so why were you constantly frightened as she showered you in affection?

It wouldn't be until you ran away and she witnessed Irmo's breakdown, then she understands your fear. I believe she'll also aid you, not placing any blame since all you've attempted to do was escape and not engage. She would find it agonising to imagine that her beloved was so smitten up by another till the point of possessiveness and violence. Estë would do as much as she can to free you from his clutches and confront Irmo.

#este #irmo #yandere! irmo #tw: yandere #tw: kidnapping #tw: mentions of violence #notes ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

[oh-katsuki]

Where The Panther Killed The Stag (Hanma x Reader)

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Pairing: Hanma x Reader

Series Content Warnings: THIS SERIES IS A PSYCHOLOGICAL HORROR AND INCLUDES THEMES OF: murder, violence, abuse, alcohol consumption, mentions of drugs, hard kinks, rumination, guilt, depersonalization, dub/noncon, organized crime, mind break, and other similar themes. 

Summary: You're a good student at the top of your university class and the vice president of your student-led club. A shiny toy on the top shelf of your social circle. Hanma likes toys he can break. Slowly but surely, you begin to spiral into a twisted situation that is entirely out of your control, putting your life and the lives of the people around you at stake.

Or, Hanma takes an interest in the University of Tokyo's resident good girl.

Chapter Title: Mice, Men, and Those Above Them

Chapter Content Warnings: fem!reader, mentions of violence, threats, slight feelings of helplessness

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: I’d like to thank my ADHD for giving me the power to complete this series. I’ll be posting it on a bi-weekly basis on Tuesdays and Saturdays for the next six weeks. For now, please enjoy the first chapter and be sure to heed the content warnings as the series progresses!

You have never made waves. Well, not in the traditional negative sense. You have always been an overachiever, someone who stands out from your peers in the best way. You’ve always got your best foot forward, a star student at the top of your university, recognized yearly for your achievements with the pretty certificate to match. As far as everyone is concerned, you are the absolute cream of the crop. But you never cause trouble. 

In the small town you grew up in outside of Tokyo, Nikko, you’re something of a celebrity. When you come home to visit the quiet streets of your hometown, people recognize you. They stop you and ask how you’ve been, if your studies are going well, before calling you their pride and joy. The mountain city is quaint but beautiful, famous for the shrine built nearby after the 17th century. Nothing really ever changes there and people tend to stick to the same ordinary mold, so when you got accepted into the University of Tokyo and decided to leave that cycle, people talked. They called you exceptional. 

You attend the University of Tokyo on a merit scholarship, are overly involved in school activities, and are a well-known face throughout all of campus. If there is something going on, it’s likely that you’ve been a part of organizing it. That’s just how you are. A good girl with a good streak who wouldn’t dream of stepping out. 

Still, you’re a people pleaser. You’ve known this about yourself since you were young, finding yourself bending to meet the will of others and coast by as a “good kid”. It’s what earned you these grades, glowing recommendations from teachers that earned you a spot at one of the most prestigious universities in Japan. You should be proud and you absolutely are. 

In exchange for the ability to have complete control over your future, you give up any chance of mistakes. One slip up and that beautiful future you’ve crafted comes crumbling down. You can’t afford to let your iron grip on yourself slip. 

So you don’t drink, you don’t smoke, you don’t party, or date, or have sex because none of those things fit into your life narrative. God knows you’ll probably settle down with a man (probably a medical student), work, have kids, and retire to become a housewife who runs their home with charts and lists and bulletin boards. 

You will probably marry someone like Ichiro Hasegawa. Clean cut and grad school bound, he should be sitting across from you in your club board meeting. In your free time on campus, you run a student collective for learning how to network in business. It’s a large club with about 300 active members and a small board of twelve students who ensure that organization activities run smoothly. You are the Vice President, set to take Hasegawa’s place as President next year during your final year of university before graduating. Elections will be held next quarter in March. 

Ichiro has dark hair and wears glasses. He’s a lot like you and honestly, you quite like him, even as his seat remains glaringly empty while the treasurer rambles on about next quarter’s budget. It’s all incredibly boring and though you enjoy the responsibility, his spiel has you tapping your foot against the floor in exasperation. 

“Will we still be hosting the job expo next quarter?” He turns to you, leaning forward. “I know by that time it’ll be a new council rotation, but it’s good to know for budgeting.” 

“Looks like it. We’ve just got to book a venue on campus and contact companies for programming, then we should be set. I can forward you the list of contacts later.” You chime, not needing to check your notes. It’s easy now, to put on that little fake smile and pretend you’re having a good time. You remind yourself that it’s all for your future. All of this will pay off when you have your dream job and the cushy corporate life you’ve always dreamed of. 

“Sorry I’m late.” Hasegawa closes the club room door behind him, adjusting the collar of his sweater with a nervous hand. 

He’s handsome, really handsome. Even now, as he takes a somewhat hurried seat across from you, you find yourself admiring how put-together he looks, the way the light from outside hits his dark hair and high cheekbones at a perfect angle. Yeah, you could definitely marry someone like Hasegawa. 

“A text would have been nice.” The treasurer pipes up. Ever the straight edge. You don’t take the time to admire the irony in that thought. 

Hasegawa gives you a look over his glasses that makes you instinctively straighten, nerves humming through your body as you toss him a shrug. You’re unable to protest the other’s statement, but you feel heat rise to your cheeks nonetheless. Something about him makes you nervous. This delightfully innocent back and forth the two of you have shared for the better half of the year almost makes the stress worth it. 

The meeting continues about as smoothly as any meeting before it had. Hasegawa picks up the slack that you have been unable to pick up and pushes forward until the meeting nears its close, all the while sneaking you pleasant glances across the table. It’s positively middle school, but something about the way he peers at you makes you shiver pleasantly. Maybe he’ll ask you out, not that you have time for dating right now anyway. 

You find yourself slipping into a pleasant daydream, one where you can relax a little bit and let him take you on a date. You might be getting ahead of yourself but hey, what’s the harm in a little fantasizing to pass the time. 

You’re torn from your daydream by the club room door opening. It’s odd, as you weren’t expecting any visitors, but you see the small, quiet boy across from you grow pale, his face falling into something that looks like terror. It isn’t until you turn to the doorway and realize just why. 

In the door frame stands perhaps one of the tallest men you’ve ever seen. He looks to be about twenty-something with jet black hair, save for the streaks of bleach blonde, yellow from a lack of toner. He wears a suit, gray with pinstripes and tailored to the inch. On his face are a pair of silver round-rimmed glasses and behind them sits the coldest pair of eyes you think you’ve ever seen. Just his presence sends a chill down your spine. 

He glances over the room with half-lidded eyes, looking bored despite the fact that he’s just rudely intruded on a meeting, and you find yourself standing from your chair on instinct. 

“Uhm, I’m sorry sir but-” You step up to him, eyes trailing up his figure as his looming presence settles over you. For a moment, he doesn’t look down, eyes staring straight ahead at Suzuki Haruto, the treasurer, whose body is rigid in the chair across the room. Then his gaze sinks down to meet yours and you’re met with stoney gold eyes. You suddenly feel like prey before a predator. “This is a uhm… private meeting.” 

“Is it?” He speaks, a rich baritone voice dripping from his lips, and you can’t detect a single ounce of care. The man looks away from you just as quickly. “Suzuki, you’re late.” 

“Hanma, sir!” The boy stands up, trembling as his eyes dart across the room and then back to the pather standing in front of you. “I know, sir. Money is tight and- and my mother she- we don’t- I’ll have it to you by Monday. Give me until then.” 

Suzuki pleads, hands stiff by his side and his slacks bunched in them. 

“So you’re in a position to beg now?” The man named Hanma replies, pulling his hands from his pocket and inspecting his nails. On the back of his hand, there is a tattoo that reads punishment. You shiver. “You think I wasted my time coming down here to hear you beg?” 

It takes you a moment to register the situation, the tattoos on his hands, the demands for money, the expensive gold and diamond earring hanging from his left ear. This man is dangerous and the alarm bells in your head are firing on all cylinders as you stand before him. Even Hasegawa is stunned into silence. 

“No, sir!” Suzuki shouts, far too loud for the room. 

“So, if I give you until Monday, you’ll have my money? All of it?” Hanma questions, tilting his head to the side. “If you don’t, I’ll take your teeth instead. As if that would cover half of your debt.” 

Hanma’s gaze drifts down to you, straight-backed in front of him. It’s bad enough that he has to take time out of his day to come collect this debt and he should be upset that he’s not getting it. Honestly, he should be taking his teeth out here one by one and making all of you watch while he does. He’s sure that would be fun and in idle passing he imagines which one of you would be sick first. But he’s bored. Hanma is so, unbelievably bored, until he sees the way you tremble when he sets his gaze on you. 

You look so… malleable. Shorter than him, though just about everyone is, and cute as a button. Hanma can’t help but think that you look like you’d be fun to break and he figures that he might just poke some fun at you in his own cruel way. 

“Need something?” He leans forward slightly, lacing his fingers together. 

Your eyes dart to his hands where you get a good look at the tattoos, and you visibly suppress a grimace, heat flooding your body because despite yourself, his fingers look enticing. Whatever energy he has, it’s making your heart race in a way entirely unfamiliar to you. Hanma looks like someone you should be on your knees for. You shake your head slightly, answering him as well as clearing your mind of whatever repulsive thought just pushed its way into your brain. 

“Uh no-” You pause. “Uh, sir.” 

Hanma stands at his full height again. “Good answer.” Not that he means it. 

He watches the way you look at him, wide-eyed. You look fun, like a new toy for him to break. Probably pretty when you’re in pain, when you’re so scared that you swear you’ve got ice in your veins. If Hanma is capable of showing interest in anything, it would be in you right now. 

Your toes are curled in your shoes, the air deathly still. If Hanma is thinking anything, you can’t tell what it is. You pray he doesn’t find your name, that he doesn’t remember your face and you acknowledge that you’re flattering yourself thinking someone like this would take an interest in you at all. You watch as Hanma tilts his head, eyes still half-lidded and bored, watching you. For your reactions, you think. Under his gaze, you feel incredibly small. 

You think he might speak again to you but instead, he looks back to Suzuki, pointing a finger at him. “Monday.” 

Before he leaves, he gives a look to the room, one that turns your limbs to lead. Despite his boredom, despite the seemingly permanent deadpan he wears, you feel yourself grow heavy within his orbit. Hanma says nothing, but you know what it’s meant to do. You know the message he means to ask and the consequences for the wrong answer. What did you see? Nothing. Nothing at all. 

And then he tells you with anything but words, one simple twitch of his eyes as they narrow slightly, that it doesn’t matter anyway. You’d be dead before you even reached the station. 

—

Haesgawa ends the meeting almost immediately after Hanma leaves. Suzuki looks panicked, eyes wide as he pleads you all to forget what you saw. He tells you all that it isn’t a big deal, his own issue involving student debt. Some part of you feels bad for him, but when he begs for none of you to go to the police, you find that his words strike a chord deep in your chest. It’s incredible that Hanma could make someone feel like this. It’s incredible, but his presence felt so huge that you hadn’t noticed the two people waiting in the hall for him, two people who had gone under your nose because you were so focused on him. What is it like to have that much power?

“Are you okay?” Hasegawa catches up to you on your walk back to your apartment, His eyebrows pulled together in genuine worry. 

“Huh? Yeah? Why wouldn’t I be?” You turn, giving him a genuinely warm smile. You’re flattered he even came to ask. 

Hasegawa frowns, taking in your appearance. “I’ve never seen you like that.” 

You think back to Hanma, the way his gaze settled on you so cooly and despite your fear, something claws in your chest. Part of you wants him to look at you again, settle that cold stare on your features. You shiver at the thought of him, the defined edges of his face, sharp eyes and features, criminally beautiful, cold, and collected. 

“Oh…” You pause, licking your lips slightly and scuffing your heel against the floor. “He was just scary. That’s all.” 

You’re lying because some part of you knows that wasn’t it. Even if he is bad news, Hanma wasn’t just scary, he was terrifying, panther-like in manner and gaze. 

Hasegawa looks at you for a moment, nodding. “Do you think we should…” 

“No.” Your response is immediate and laced with panic. “No, I think that might only cause more problems for Suzuki. He asked us not to.” 

When you meet his gaze, it’s full of regret, an understanding between the both of you that speaking to anyone else about it would only make the problem worse. Hasegawa nods, fair features growing a bit solemn before he mutters a quick goodbye, suddenly uncomfortable that he’d even brought it up. 

You mull over the events of the meeting in your head for the rest of the day, distracted while you study as you imagine Hanma’s hands, long and broad, ghosting across the lapel of his suit. The way he inspected his nails as if he was thinking about how Suzuki’s blood might look under them. 

It’s not as if you don’t feel bad. You do, unbelievably so. There is a part of you that is weeping in this helpless position, not used to the lack of power you feel, but drawn to it all the same. 

Later that evening, between studying for class and bed, your fingers ghost across the keys of the keyboard, typing in the last name you’d learned. Hanma. Even typing it out feels sacrilegious, like you’re setting yourself up for some cosmic joke. 

It doesn’t take long to find information on him, hoards of it. Ironically, his job description is just “entrepreneur” on nearly every website you can find. But you’re not too concerned with it, rather, you’re concerned with the news reports on him. Scores of articles written about Hanma Shuji (which you learn is his full name) and the Tokyo-based gang Toman. 

It’s here, in your ideal bedroom, seated at your ideal desk as part of your ideal life that you learn about the less than ideal part of Tokyo that is Toman. A violent gang, more akin to white-collar criminals, run on a massive scale. Drugs, murder, informants, arrests, mass shootings, just about everything you see in those cheesy gang movies that run on late-night television. But this is real. This is real and you’ve just made yourself a witness to dangerous criminal activity. You and your perfect, squeaky clean record has just seen something that could get you killed. 

You scroll for what feels like hours before stopping at a photo of Hanma in a club, seated behind a red velvet rope. Under his arms are two beautiful young women in matching dresses and they’re fawning over him, eyes wide as he stares ahead at something off-camera, entirely unbothered. It’s that same familiar stare he gave you and you find yourself squeezing your thighs together. 

Your mind wanders back to Hanma and his tattoos, the very literal meaning behind sin and punishment and you’re certain that there is nothing you can do for your friend. Getting involved in this, going to the authorities, you’re sure that they’d hurt him for it. That his family or yours would pay the price for ratting them out. You might be a goody-two-shoes, but you have enough common sense to know your place in this particular food chain. 

You don’t sleep much that night, unable to get the memory of Hanma’s eyes out of your head. But when you do dream, you dream of a deer and a panther.

#hanma x reader #hanma x reader smut #hanma shuji x reader #hanma shuji x reader smut #tw: dark content #minors dni #[ 📕 – writing ] #please please please heed the warnings of this fic as I post it #I am very excited to be able to post this now that i've written the entire series out #and i hope you guys enjoy it #even if it is different from what i usually write #tw: threats #tw: mentions of violence

[starrspice]

Okay since ya offered…

Are sun and moon the same animatronics?? I assume not from the art. Does sun help moony with the trauma he undoubtably has? How did he react to knowing what he did when infected? Did he ever hurt sun while infected, or was it only the kids? I imagine poor soft Moony has to deal with parents getting mad at him for what he did, that must really hurt… to see them get angry with him and act like he’s going to hurt people :(

That is ALOT of questions. All very very very good (and a few I'll have to sit down and draw out because DANG those need visuals)

So I'll start with a verbal answer and give you some art for it later!!!

A long ask means a long answer. SO sorry for the wall of text

So 1. Are sun and moon the same animatronic?

YES. They are in fact the same animatronic. A lot of people don't realize this but when they write/draw Sun and Moon as sharing a headspace and being aware of whats going on when the other is fronting is that its all very DID coded (disassociative identity disorder AKA multiple personalities). I actually have a friend with this disorder and they have 6 VERY different personalities in their head and after having countless in depth conversations about their headspace and shared body I feel like thats very much the way Sun and Moon operate. So there's always one of them fronting and controlling the body, but its also like in their own mind they have their own space as two separate beings and can mentally interact as if they were face to face. So the drawing you're referring to where they're hugging is a private coveraation in their headspace!!! They have a lot of these!

2. Does Sun help Moon with the trauma?

YES as best as he can. He absolutely is facing a similar kind of trauma,knowing that the other person in his body, his other half HURT people. And he couldn't do anything to stop it. Not to mention he has come out once or twice in the aftermath and seen the blood on his hands. So when Moon eventually remembers I feel like they'd both kind of understand that that wasnt REALLY Moon and it wasn't Sun but it was still THEM who did it. They'd both struggle to really feel ok or even talk about it, but it would definitely be a comfort knowing that they have someone who can understand them, especially the one person who's ALWAYS understood them. It definitely involves a lot of long deep talks and Sun getting used to the lights being allowed to be turned off again.

3. How did he react when he realized what he did while infected?

A lot of people see ONE of the drawing pages I made of soft moon but often miss the first where i kind of touch on this. But for the sake of the ask I'll put that cropped snippet here

Basically Moon has a full on panic attack the moment he realizes what he did. The biggest reason being that he realizes that if he killed adults he could've just as easily killed one of the kids, and that thought scares him more than anything. Moon LOVES the kids and the very idea that they were in danger just by being around HIM hurts him so much.

4. Did he ever hurt sun or was it only the kids?

In my particular version yes, albeit unintentionally. Moon was battling the virus, and while infected would struggle with self hatred. He's made to protect kids, he loves the kids, but he's hurt them (mostly psychologically) so he'd probably have some kind of internal struggle where he claws at his face plate trying to get the "other him" (the virus) out. Inadvertently hurting sun in the process.

As for the kids none of them were ever severely injured, not even bruising. The one time Moon ever came close to hurting them is when the virus caused him to grip a child's wrist a little too tightly (but as soon as they said it hurt he immediately let go)

5. Moon having to deal with upset parents

I feel as though Moon would want to deal with the parents actually. To get scolded or cursed at or whatever nasty things the parents might say,because in his mind he deserves it. In his mind he turned into a monster and even though he's better now he can't change what he did. BUT. Until Moon has been returned to work for a decent amount of time with absolutely NO incidents, management wouldn't let the parents anywhere near Moon.

Actually he'd likely feel most upset by the staff being afraid of him. Aside from his patrols he doesn't get a lot of interaction, and people were already wary of him and Sun, so he'd definitely feel down in the dumps about being avoided by the human workers

But i think that covers everything in your ask!!!! VERY good questions indeed!! And i hope that gave you some nice insight into my Sun and Moon!!!

#tw: panic attack #tw: mentions of death #tw: mentions of violence #tw: mentions of trauma #tw: self destruction #fnaf sb #fanart #fnaf sun #fnaf security breach #moondrop #fnaf sundrop #sundrop #fnaf moon #fnaf au #moon fnaf #fnaf moondrop #soft moondrop #princess quest moon #princess quest ending #princess quest #princess quest AU #fnaf PQ au #ask starr #long post #sorry for how long this is

[snow-hart]

The Fall

All I hear are screams, every time I dare to close my eyes

I no longer dream, only nightmares of those who've died...

Lucifer's curiosity had always been his strongest point...it was something I had always loved about him. His eagerness to learn, to understand, to grow...I encouraged it in him the best I could...though after what happened to Amitiel, I could not help but advise caution. And perhaps in some way that came across as nagging or otherwise infantalizing him...or perhaps it was something akin to Pandora's box...the more I advised against spending time with the humans, the more he did it.

My warnings were for naught, for he paid them no heed...

And then he fell in love with one, no, two of them...Eve and Lilith, and, appropriate for this garden paradise, his union with the second wife of Adam would bear fruit...and so would his marriage to Lilith. I would not find out about my niece till many, many years later...thousands, actually. I have no doubt it was in an effort to protect her from me...I would never have harmed her, but having been a father myself, I do understand his concerns.

But gods...please Eros, next time hit us both

And then there was the deal with the apple...the fruit of knowledge of good and evil. My personal thoughts are that surely it wasn't so bad to allow the humans to be able to read the fine print...to understand the terms and conditions of our Father's 'love' more like obsession for them.

Apparently the price of such a thing was much worse than I could have ever imagined. I expected a slap on the wrist, a reprimand; after all, Lucifer was our Father's favored son. Surely that would be all that He deemed necessary.

He asked me to kill him...looked me dead in the eyes and told me to smite the one I love, my other half, my Little Light...Lucifer. The mere concept was deplorable, horrifying...there...there we no words for what I felt in that moment. A grief that passes all understanding, all encompassing, all consuming... He may as well have asked me to tear out my own heart.

I pleaded with our Father, pleaded for leniency, begged Him on hands and knees. I would later be flogged for this act of defiance.

And for all my pleading and begging my answer was thus: He was to be exiled, cast into the darkness that Father had created, and moreover, that it would fall to me to send him there. To take a pair of his wings from him and cast him out. It was this or his death....

we all know what I chose...

The trial for my brother had been little more than a farce...Father already knew what verdict He would be handing out. And I...I knew my role in it. I contented myself in he knowledge that he would live...in his eyes I was the monster...he never saw the tears in my eyes as I cut that pair of wings from his back...he only saw the steely expression on my face, the one that I wore as a mask. I wanted...needed...him to hate me. I watched the love in those beautiful eyes warp into fear and hatred...heard him proclaim that should the chance ever arise, he would kill me himself.... I could not help but be relieved by that statement. For I was a monster...

And people slay monsters, do they not?

I don't know how long I watched him fall...till he was out of sight...till my heart could bear it no longer. I sobbed, crying out to a God that would not listen, I cried until my throat bled and I lost consciousness, my wings folding in on themselves. In the haze of anguish I cared little for the ground that was rapidly approaching and I honestly welcomed it...

Gabriel was the only reason I didn't slam myself into the earth that day...and after all this time, he's one of the few things in my life that has stayed constant...him and Lucifer.

We lost so many that day....some who left with Lucifer...and others we'll never get back...

And for what?

For our Father's sick sense of Justice...

I know Justice...its what I was made to uphold. And yet, I look around me, and I do not see any. This can stand no longer.

#the fall #tw: mentions of violence #tw: injury #tw: blood #tw: sucidal thoughts #the mentions of charlie are hazbin verse specific but for all other verses just omit that #Cain stays regardless of verse #this one is going to be super UPER long and I am sorry but not sorry #drabble

[yaksha-lover]

I'm curious how your vampire au would play out if MC were some other monster like a werewolf

Like would he have turned them away at the door? Or would he regret his decision to let them in after finding a big wolf monster on the full moon?

Absolutely love the au btw ^^

cw: death / mentions of violence (very brief), imprisonment

As long as you aren’t a threat to this family, Lilia would welcome almost anyone to the mansion. Even with all the newly turned vampires he’s already brought home, none have really become friends with Malleus in the way that he’d hoped. He’s still greatful for all of them, and more or less considers them part of his family, but he does hope that someone else will be able to truly connect with Malleus, knowing that he’s still pretty lonely. Plus, Lilia has encountered many types of monsters in his life, he truly isn’t fearful of any as he’s had friends of almost every kind.

If you were a werewolf, Lilia would still gladly accept you into his mansion. He would typically easily recognize that you were not human, he’s had many, many years to learn how to differentiate humans from supernatural creatures like himself. Lilia also doesn’t feel as strongly worried in the same ways he does if you were a human. Surely you don’t want werewolves to be exposed to humans any more than he wants vampires to. He can use that as leverage if he needs to (to keep you in line).

If you did somehow escape his notice and turned into a wolf for the first time during the full moon, Lilia and Malleus would work quickly to lock you away in the basement, for the safety of the residents. You’d certainly get a heavy scolding (and maybe even some threats, depending on if you caused any real harm during your transformation). Assuming you acted without malice, he would certainly regret not having figured you out before, but not necessarily having kept you with them. After all, you are still a person they like, you’re more than your werewolf identity just like they’re more than their vampirism. They’ll just have to monitor the moon cycles more closely now so they know when to put you away (whether that’s something you agree to or not).

However, if you knowingly let yourself transform with the intent to harm any of his residents, Lilia wouldn’t hesitate to get rid of you for good. He won’t tolerate anything bad happening to his family, no matter how much he was beginning to like you.

#when will i learn to answer a short question with a short answer #tw: death #tw: mentions of violence #twisted wonderland vampire au #au asks #asks #twst #twisted wonderland #lilia vanrouge #twst lilia