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breadvidence · 7 months

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Toggling between I.V.V and III.VIII.XXI trying to square this character with himself—how do you start with "stoical, serious, austere", a man whose "laugh was rare and terrible", and pass through "you’ve got a beard like a man, mother, but I have claws like a woman"? Lemme say, I was far more blithe about this before I had to decide how many cock jokes he might conceivably tell in a 20k span. Meta flavored by authorial navel-gazing ahead. For a somewhat unnecessary context, I'm working on a modern AU that depends on the musical but is beholden to the Brick.

First: my favorite thing about fandom is watching people hare off in wildly different directions, and while there are interpretations of this character I'd flat disagree with (the conservative ones that think he's in the right, mainly), there's many many more I'd thumbs-up gleefully even as they contradict my own reading. Shit, I will go so far as accepting your Javert who is based on the premise that Jean Valjean in I.VI.II (1) means his compliments and (2) is making a good character assessment. I might someday write a second thing that has a wildly different version of the character in it—why not? This is a sandbox, you can dig more than one hole.

Anyway, I've come to a few different conclusions.

The comedic one: When "Jean Valjean stepped up to this bed, in a twinkling wrenched off the head-piece, which was already in a dilapidated condition, an easy matter to muscles like his, grasped the principal rod like a bludgeon, and glanced at Javert" (I.VIII.IV), all of the emotional stressors and situational whiplash of the past few weeks catch up to Javert, the flexing is too much, he has a small frontal lobe aneurysm, it is nonetheless large enough to impact his inhibitions, his inner cunt is released. The "stoical, serious, austere" man described in I.V.V becomes the one who plays—plays!—cat-and-mouse with Jean Valjean during the first Gorbeau encounter and later runs his mouth at all and sundry. The contrast between the descriptions in I.V.V and subsequent on-the-page behavior is a deliberate character development and entirely the fault of Jean Valjean.

More seriously—yes, it's character development, logically because of the events in Montreuil-sur-Mer. We do not see Javert "play" with Fantine in I.V.XIII in the way he "plays" with PM in III.VIII.XXI, and while I would argue that some of his rambling in I.VI.II hints at his shitty sense of humor, there's no overt witticisms; he laughs in I.VIII.IV but absolutely not from humor. Based purely on his Tome I behavior, sure, austere and serious. Related: M-sur-M really should fuck this man up: regardless of it being set to rights, for years a figure of authority was perverse, and he himself operated as a lower functionary of that perverse authority. You could argue that Jean Valjean didn't "count" as a mayor because he was a convict, but going down that road you can end up at an almost normal psyche (one where bad authorities exist), which is undoubtedly unacceptable in interpreting Javert, so. While he's ecstatic in the moment of revelation and arrest, in the longterm—what's the impact? Bitterness and instability expressed as humor, maybe, in the way you dredge comedy out of cognitive dissonance? I can see why correctly identifying a criminal would make any other cop more confident, and how (cruel)playfulness/humor could stem from that, but I can't help but think it's a bad sign psychologically in Javert's case.

Victor Hugo looked us in the collective eye and said, "I am going to describe this character abstractly one way and then have his concrete actions be contradictory simply to fuck with you."

I'm perceiving a contradiction where there isn't one. The style of his humor—which is very dry, even morbid—and of his play—fucking with helpless people—are not in and of themselves unserious. And if I'm not mistaken, the last time we see him laugh is in I.VIII.IV (oddly the other time is in I.VI.II, but it's lugubrious/sad bitch behavior). I'm not thoroughly convinced, but I'm not thoroughly convinced of the character development theory either.

An alternative completely different from the above that I have failed to think of, but which someone will helpfully put in the tags?

(My current plan for the project semi-affectionately titled DAMMIT is to 🙈 at I.V.V in preference of III.VIII.XXI—which is not my greatest yeehaw of a characterization choice, anyway (for DAMMIT, as I don't generally, I'm digging in my heels that when Hugo talks about honesty and Javert it is always with the understanding that it is a spy's honesty, self-contradictory and self-deceptive—a decision not unrelated to choosing to go the promiscuous/closeted route for his gayness, which is itself not unrelated to the fact that promiscuous/closeted plays best into contradiction as a central character trait... and is also the funniest option, banter-wise).)

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corrodedseraphine · 11 months

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perfectly wrong | #2 I wish I hadn't saved you

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

chapter summary: Since your last meeting, Steve can't stop thinking about you and your situation. When one day Robin tells him that she is worried about your behavior he decides to check it out.

TW: mentions of: pregnancy, domestic violence, bruises, death, suicide, drugs

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Then...

You all agreed to celebrate Lucas's birthday by going to roller skating rink and then having a delicious big pizza. Although you weren't in the mood to go out one bit, you didn't want to make him unhappy. You were standing in front of the mirror applying makeup when a drunk Travis walked into the house.

"And where the hell are you going?" he asked leaning against the door. He could barely catch his balance, the stink of alcohol and cigarettes was making you sick.

"I'm going to meet Robin." you said. In theory it wasn't a lie, because Robin would be there too, but you didn't want to mention the rest, not knowing why your boyfriend was never happy about the fact that you were friends with a bunch of teenagers.

"What's for dinner?" he asked, changing the subject.

"I didn't have time to make anything, you'll have to make it yourself." You replied digging into your makeup bag in search of lip gloss. Completely unsuspecting, you shrieked in surprise when you felt his firm grip on your elbow and pull you toward the wall. The cosmetics spilled all over the floor, and you were now standing trapped between the wall and Travis who was looking at you with a fury in his eyes, still tightening his hand around your arm with all his strength.

"This has to be the last time, do you understand?" he asked. You nodded your head. He yanked you even harder. "I asked if you understand!"

"Y-yes." you replied horrified. You noticed that he had been drinking more and more lately, and you suspected that he was using more than just alcohol, but you didn't want to bring up the subject without proof. His behavior was becoming more and more aggressive towards you, so far limited to verbal abuse, but today was the first time he caused you pain by leaving a mark of his strong grip on your hand. After a while you were alone in the house again, Travis left slamming the door. With shaking hands you picked up the cosmetics from the floor, trying to ignore the sense of fear that was building up in you. Wanting to avoid questions about the bruise on your arm, you quickly changed into a long-sleeved blouse and left the house.

There weren't many people at the roller skating rink, seeing Max and Lucas sitting at a table you forced yourself to smile and approached them saying hello. Within fifteen minutes you were joined by the rest of the team including Steve and some new girl. He introduced her as his date, her name was Madison.

At first everything was fine until Steve stopped hiding his displeasure at your presence. Criticizing everything you said, he always put up a counter to you. When you tried to say something during a group conversation, he would purposely start talking louder to drown you out and not let you get a word in which annoyed you even more. Eventually your patience ran out and you started playing his own game. You, Robin, he and Madison were sitting at a table and the younger rest of the crew was still skating. There was a silence between the four of you that you decided to break.

"Hey, Alice would you pass me a bottle of water?" you turned to Harrington's companion. The mistaken names were intentional.

"Sure, but, uhm, my name is not Alice…" she replied quietly. You immediately felt Steve's gaze on you.

"Oh, sorry! Silly me!" you laughed. "Mindy? Michelle? I am so sorry, but Steve has already introduced us to so many girls that it's hard to keep up." you replied with a wide grin. You knew that if Steve's eyesight could kill, you would have been lying dead a long time ago.

A moment later, Madison got up from the table, explaining that something had come up and she had to go. As soon as she left the table you sent Steve a look full of satisfaction, which workedfuse

like lighting the fuse of a bomb.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" he asked, slapping his hand on the table. "Why did she bother you?"

"She didn't bother me, she's a very nice girl! It's you and your hopeless behavior that bothered me." you replied. "I can see that King Steve still can't accept defeat,"

"You grumpy bitch!" he replied. "I don't care how pathetic and miserable you are, you have what you deserve, but damn it, stop passing it on to others! Just because your life is shitty doesn't mean you should destroy the lives of the people around you, your presence makes me fucking sick!"

"If my presence hurts you so much what are you still doing here, huh?"

"I'm here because Robin and these kids are like family to me, do you even know that word? Family? You definitely don't belong here, the worst part is that you are here now solely because of me, if I had let that monster devour you back then I would have had peace of mind a long time ago!"

"I didn't ask you to save me, asshole!"

"And now I regret it! I wish I hadn't saved you! Trauma is the only thing that connects you to us, you're not part of this group, you never will be!"

"Go to fucking hell Steve." you replied while getting up from the table.

"For the love of God can you stop? Even on Lucas' birthday you can't make an exception and have to argue like children? Those shitheads act more mature than you!" Robin burst out, unable to stand listening to your argument anymore. "I agree, what y/n did with Madison was not right, but goddamn it Steve, where do you get this bullshit? She is our friend, she is also part of the group whether you like it or not! The truth is that both of you can go to hell."

Steve snorted hearing her last sentence. "I've been there, and I'd honestly rather go back there than torture myself with her." he replied without taking his eyes off you. "I should have left you to die."

You didn't flinch to let him see how much those words hurt you. You knew that he hated you, you actually hated him too, but this hatred on your part was not so great that you would immediately wish him dead. However, it didn't hurt you that much, the real blow was to find out that you were not part of it all. The family. As he put it. Trauma is the only thing that connects you to us. You were terrified by how true his words could be.

"Y/n where are you going?" asked Robin as you started to walk away from the table.

"To live my shitty and miserable life, alone." you replied without even turning towards them.

Now...

It's been three weeks since you last saw Steve. Three weeks since he accidentally discovered, the mess that was now your life and since then, day after day, he couldn't stop thinking about it. You still avoided any contact with others, the only exception was Robin, with whom you worked at Family Video, but whenever she tried to talk to you about more serious topics you immediately fled to the other end of the room. You weren't sure if Steve had told her everything, you didn't see why he should keep it a secret, after all, he didn't care about you, everyone might as well have already known, but you still weren't sure. If Robin knew she would have told you, right? The uncertainty stressed you out even more, and stress lately was the only thing you felt.

When Travis found out about the pregnancy he started drinking even more, not to mention drugs. You weren't able to remember the day when you last saw him sober. Your house was slowly becoming a den, his raggedy friends treated it like a hotel, completely ignoring your presence. The worst part was that you couldn't say a word, because that would provoke another argument and that would mean even more bruises on your body. More than once, in their company, he slapped you for the mess in the house, which you barely managed to clean up. None of his pals even moved. In their sick minds, being a witness to domestic violence was a form of entertainment.

You knew that raising a child under such conditions was not an option. You couldn't escape either, because you had nowhere to go. Here, once again, Steve's venom-soaked words turned out to be true. You had no family, no one to take you in, so moving away from Travis equaled living on the streets, since your poor paycheck wouldn't cover the cost of renting an apartment and living with a child. However, you had a plan. A plan that was your only hope of escaping the hell you found yourself in. A plan that was destroyed even before you tried to achieve it.

"And what are you thinking about?" asked Steve. Taking advantage of his day off today, he visited Robin at Family Video bringing her lunch.

"Nothing that would interest you." she replied with a sigh.

"Come in, Robin, you know very well you can tell me anything."

"I know, but it's about y/n and I'm not going to hear once again that I shouldn't care about her. You can say what you want Steve, but she's my friend, even if you don't like it."

Hearing your name, he felt a strange surge of nerves. You hadn't left his thoughts for three weeks, and he was sure that after what he'd heard from Robin you wouldn't do so for quite some time.

"You can still tell me y'know." he said quietly. Just a few weeks ago he would have been ready to make a speech about how she shouldn't care about you because you apparently weren't interested in a friendship with her anymore, not sparing a few nasty expressions about you. But now that he knew the truth, every time he recalled everything he had said about you he felt a wave of remorse flood over him, if he had wanted to he could have drowned in it.

"When I came here it was already open, which was strange because lately he has been constantly late for the morning shift." she began to say while looking at a single point on the counter. "Later I heard some sound in the bathroom, Steve was crying, crying like a child in there. I quickly opened the door because I was scared that something bad had happened. It's been a long time since I've seen her so shaken…"

"Did she say what happened?" he asked clearly worried.

"No, when I asked what was going on she quickly wiped away her tears and began to tell me that she was just having a bad day and pretended to be fine until the end. I am worried about her Steve, what if she is in trouble? What if she actually started taking drugs together with that asshole?"

"Where did you get the idea about drugs?" he asked surprised. You were probably not crazy enough to take drugs while pregnant?

"Before she left here she asked if I didn't know to what degree the police had searched Eddie's trailer, if they were sure they had found everything there. And if they are still patrolling that area," she said, sending him a meaningful look.

"I mean, after all, half of the trailers is ruined, the Trailer Park is now the most abandoned and haunted place in Hawkins."

"I know, it doesn't make sense." Robin hid her face in her hands. "I wish I could help her but I have no idea how, she won't tell me what's going on at all."

"Do you know where she went?" he asked. The morning shift was supposed to end in just two hours.

"She said she felt sick and left to go home faster. She was really pale," she said.

The sense of anxiety grew in him with each passing moment. He wanted to believe that you were not so irresponsible, however, something in the back of his head remained alarmed by the situation. That is why when he said goodbye to Robin instead of going home he drove straight to the previously mentioned place.

Demolished trailers, rusted metal parts, some of them already overgrown with moss or entwined with some kind of plants looked like the perfect place to film a horror movie. The silence that surrounded the place was creepy to a certain extent. When he found the old Munson's trailer, he tried to go inside as quietly as possible. The walls were covered in cobwebs, the dusty floor with shards of glass pounding on it and broken furniture that had been damaged when the ground tore in half. The place where Chrissy died, a place where he could still feel a strange connection to the world beneath Hawkins.

Looking around, he finally spotted you. You were sitting on the floor of Eddie's old room. One board from the floor had been pulled out and was lying next to the hole. There was also a small box there. Hearing the sound of footsteps you frightenedly looked in his direction, your eyes were big, you looked like a deer in the headlights. In your hand you held several small pills, far too many for one person. Such a dose could kill you, not even the bravest drug addict in the world would take so many at once.

Oh no.

Then it all came to him. You were not addicted to drugs at all. In fact, you were going to take them, take them once and properly. I wish you hadn't saved me. Your words came back to him with redoubled force and the realization of what could have happened if he hadn't come here now almost knocked him off his feet. Within seconds he was kneeling beside you holding your wrist. "Don't even think about it." he said. Seeing the scowl on your face, he looked at the spot he was holding. A purple bruise was spilling around your wrist, looking fresh. Walking with his eyes higher he noticed that it was not the only one on your body. His blood boiled at the thought that Travis had once again raised his hand at you.

"Why do you care what I do?" you asked trying to break free. "I thought that's what you wanted. You would finally have peace of mind."

"Stop it." he tried to be calm, but his voice was trembling. "Why do you want to do it?"

"Why do you care?" you repeated your earlier question. With all your might, you tried to keep a strong attitude. Not to let him see you suffer, but your body turned out to be the biggest traitor. Accelerated breathing, shaking hands and tears streaming into your eyes did not escape his attention.

"Why do you want to do this?" he did not let up. He spoke now through clenched teeth still holding your wrist. Your stubbornness irritated him, but when he saw the first tears dripping down your cheeks he immediately softened. Your lower lip was trembling, once again he saw you in a vulnerable, lost state, this time, explaining to himself that it was instinctive, he hugged you. As you were pulled, the pills from your hand spilled out onto the floor, and hidden in his arms you cried harder and harder. You broke into pieces and he tried to hold them all in one place. The closeness and warmth you felt was overwhelming and unfamiliar. So foreign that you didn't realize how much you missed it.

"Why?" he asked again, his voice was gentle, soothing even, probably never used towards you in his life.

You heard it many times when he helped Robin with panic attacks, or comforted one of the kids. But you never thought there would come a day when he would use it to help you.

"He took them." you muttered into his shirt between sobs. "He took all my money. I had a plan. I had a plan to fix it all, but he destroyed it. He found the money and took it. Everything." Your crying became more and more hysterical, you could barely catch your breath. Steve shifted his position nimbly so that he was seated behind you. His arms wrapped around you from behind, and you leaned your back against his chest, letting him hold you.

"I've got you." he said quietly pressing his cheek against your head. Again, the same tone that made your heart flutter even more. "What plan?" he continued.

"I've saved a lot of money…Enough." you said. "I was supposed to go to the clinic and then get as far away from him as possible, but it's over now, he took everything and drank it all away. He lost all my money on alcohol and drugs, it's over, it's too late! Even if I had money it's too late!" you were distraught, you didn't know how to deal with the fact that your last hope had just been extinguished.

When he heard the word clinic he froze. He understood that you wanted to escape, but why couldn't you do it with the baby? Abortion seemed like a terrible solution to him, but he couldn't judge you. He wasn't in your situation, he himself didn't know exactly what he would do if he found himself in one like this.

"I won't let you give up." he said pressing you even tighter against him. He didn't know where those words came from, but at that moment he didn't have time to think about it.

On the other hand, the whole situation had come to you. As soon as you heard them you woke up from the intoxication caused by the sudden closeness and jumped away from him as if you were burned.

"I don't need your help." you said suddenly taking your defensive posture. He looked at you in shock at how quickly you changed your attitude.

"Let me help you, if not me then at least tell someone else about what's going on, Robin will for sure do everything she can, or Hopper and Joyce."

"I don't need your help, I don't need your pity!" you shouted. You still couldn't control your emotions.

"Why?!" he exclaimed. "Why the hell do you have to be so stubborn and not let me help you?!"

"Because I know you Steve! Because I know that at the first better opportunity you will use it against me!"

He didn't expect those words. He didn't expect how much they would hit him. You were right. He knew you were right, he always did this. He always turned various situations against you at every possible opportunity. The fact that you thought he would do the same now made him feel disgusted with himself. Over time, he became so blinded by your hostile relationship that he didn't even notice how awful a person he was able to become at that time.

Wanting to escape his presence as quickly as possible, you ran out of the trailer embarrassed by what had just happened. You knew that the moment of weakness you allowed yourself there would cost you a lot. What's worse, Steve Harrington saved your life once again that day, and you hated that fact even more.

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atiny-exol · 4 years

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Yandere Prince Ateez!

Warnings:yandere behavior, mentions abuse, violence, blood, humiliation, degradation, mature things, possessive behavior, stalking, forced marriage

Requested: oh hell yes

A/N: yandere prince ateez is suchhh a good idea😭I love it

You are a maid, a poor little maid trapped in the claws of the eight brothers and princes of Utopia.

Prince Hongjoong

The second oldest of the kingdom.

Usually mistaken as the oldest. Unlike his brothers he doesn't look like a disappointment to the king and queen.

Does his work like it is used to be, attends the important meetings and always does more than required

Ambitious, smart, charming, but for you he let his facade of the perfect prince down.

One of the reasons why you are the maid in the castle. Always watching you, pointing out your mistakes and everything you do wrong.

Doesn't care if you cry because if his scolding.

As his future wife you have to be perfect, flawless, just like himself

Even if he is mean you can't help but fall in love with him.

And he knows that too well.

Behind his facade he is very insecure and angry about the fact that he will never be the king of this kingdom.

Tries to hide the insecures from you and always offers you a smile. Unless you did something wrong.

Easily fell with you on love. One smile from you, one kind word and a your good manners.

And your eyes. He loves your eyes. Even if they hold tears.

Especially if they hold tears, but he has to cause them. If someone else makes you cry, he will kill.

Or let them kill.

Ruthless in this fact. Always has a plan to eliminate everyone who gets too close to you.

But always threats you with this too.

You are scared but also fascinated by him.

,,Y/N, Y/N, Y/N. How many times do I have to tell you that I don't tolerate inappropriative behavior. Especially from you I want perfect manners and a beautiful look. Change your clothes and then you do the chores again."

Prince Seonghwa

The oldest and the future King.

Unlike Hongjoong, Seonghwa isn't thag interested in attending important meetings.

He is still smart, strong and powerful. Ruthless to be honest.

When he rules the kingdom, no one will ever say something against him. His death stare is making everyone shiver, including you.

And his whole aura is scary.

Loves to see fear in your eyes. The little teary eyes, filled woth tears. He loves them way to much.

Would cut them out of your face, but he loves you. Doesn't want to ruin your pretty little face.

The first time you met, he scares you and threaten you with death. Because you spilled coffee all over him.

But then he saw that his brother found you interesting. Another reason to kill you.

Your little stuttering, the red face and yes the fear and shaking. Made him change his mind.

He loves to be powerful and feared.

And you give him the feeling.

The feeling that he can rules everything, that he is more than just a prince and future king.

No he wants to be the God. And first of all your God.

,,You dare to speak against me you annoying brat! Who do you think you are talking to. I'm your future king and God. Learn your place! 2 weeks in the catacombs will change your mind. I'm sure."

Prince Yunho

One of the oldest. Not very strong, but not weak either.

Not very smart, but not dumb either.

He was and is always just Yunho, the kindly, smiling and handsome prince.

Everyone adores him and his smile, his whole personality.

But all of this is making him sick. Sick and angry.

Why can't he be the oldest? Why can't he be as smart as Hongjoong or as strong as Seonghwa? Why? Why!

Wants to feel special. And appreciated.

And you are making him feel like that.

You give him the strength to smile more and more each day.

He follows you through the castle. Helps you and talks with you.

With you his smile is not fake, his smile is genuine and gentle.

But of course his brothers have to ruin everything.

He can't have one thing for himself.

Stalks you in the night, the times you bath and the times you aren't working.

He looks at you in every situation, because he knows that only he is doing this.

This is something his brothers won't steal from him.

They won't steal you aways from him.

He never fighted. He never talked back.

But if it is about you, he changes.

Changes into something far away from kind and sweet.

,,My poor little maid. You look so tired, but at the same time your sleeping face is the most beautiful one on this planet. Just stay like this and let me watch. So I can remember every small detail about you."

Prince San

Handsome, charming, a flirt and arrogant.

That's how most of the people would describe this prince in their private rooms. And yes, yes he is exactly that.

He is cocky, flirty and teasing around you.

He loves to humiliate you infront of the other servants.

But why does he do this? The answer is easy.

To get your attention. Your anger. Your red and humiliated face.

Because just he and his other brother Wooyoung are supposed to see your humiliated face. And both of them love that.

They often share the fun.

One of the distracts you so you make a mistake and the other one will scold you for that infront of everyone and then pull you around with cuffed hands and a string around your pretty little neck.

He wants you for himself, but sharing you makes fun too.

Hates your tears, but if they are because he humiliated you it is beautiful.

If you try to avoid him, he will get violent and break your hands. Or pushes you down the stairs.

Then he blaims all on you. Because you are just a clumsy little kitten.

The first time he met you, he thought that you are perfect. Everything on you is perfect, but no one beside him can be perfect. And you also didn't give him enough attention.

That's why he started bullying you

And now he loves it

,,Look at this clumsy little pig, with the apple in its mouth. You look absolutely adorable like that piggy. Can't wait to let everyone see this shamefully look on your face, while I tell them what you did today."

Prince Mingi

There are 2 things he loves.

The feeling of the arrow hitting the target and you.

Oh and both combined is tying you to a target and trying not to hurt you with the arrow.

He losts the count of how often he already did this. But it isn't his fault.

Sometimes he is just so jealous, because he can't spent so much time with you, that he has to do the things he loves at the same time.

It scares you and you are always crying when he does that.

But he loves to show you that he would never actually hurt you. If you don't piss him off of course.

Because the first time you made him jealous, he actually made you the target.

He hurted your leg painfully and his looks was so scary that you felt like dying.

After that you always tried to make him smile and it helped.

Always smiles around you and kisses your cheek. Gets red and shy with you

If someone flirts with you, they are the next target and you watch him killing them.

He is scary and brutal, but he is still a tall puppy for you.

,,Aww n.. No don't be scared love! I won't actually hurt you. I.. Said don't be scared! I won't hurt you. Goddammit why are you crying again. Tz. If you don't stop now I change my mind! "

Prince Wooyoung

Flirty, a tease and mischievously. That's what one of the youngest prince of Utopia is.

And he doesn't even try to hide it.

Already accepted the fate. The date that he will never be as powerful as his older brothers.

But since the first time he saw you. He felt that he has power. Even if it's just power over one person.

He has the power to control you.

San and him are making sure that your life in the castle is a living hell. But unlike San he is more flirty.

And not just towards you. Tries to make you jealous and often sees thag it's working.

Then he teases you about that, and degrades you.

Tells you often that you are just his little plaything, his maid and his property.

You live to please him. If he wants you crawling on the floor you do that. He wants you to eat from the floor? You better do it or he will humiliate you just like San does it.

You are a cute little kitten till you show your claws and Wooyoung makes sure you will never show them again.

He even humiliats you infront of other princesses.

They are laughing at you, spitting at you and degrading you more and Wooyoung loves the power he has over you.

The power to control your life and how it goes.

Since he doesn't have a life where he can do what he wants too.

,,Awww are you crying now? Really? Just because they laughed at you. God pet you are so useless, can't even stand some entertaining degradation for me. If you don't stop this I will make sure that everyone sees you like this, and by everyone. I mean everyone."

Prince Yeosang

Smart, but doesn't talk that much. He isn't that social not even with his brothers and the king and the queen doesn't seem like they are proud of him.

He craves your attention, he craves the way you beg for him and cry out his name.

Oh and he craves your blood.

But first things first.

The first time he saw you, he was there to punish you.

You angered all of his brothers and even if he doesn't talk much with them, they know that he is the most sadistic one out of them.

He has his fun with you and at first he doesn't understand why his brothers like you. Why they want to break you and have you for themself.

But the time he spent alone with you, showed him why.

You have him the feeling of being needed. The feeling of being strong and having the power of living and death. Just like a God.

You are making him a God.

Carries blood from you in a small bottle around.

Once a while he has his fun with you. Torturing you, especially when seonghwa locks you away.

He doesn't show his affection with lovely words, or hugs unlike his brothers.

No he shows you his love through brutal violence

,,Cry some more for me angel. Cry more and more and I will fill this bottle with your tears. I want to carry them around just like your blood. So I have a piece of you always by my side. Yes beg me, beg me to end your suffering. "

Prince Jongho

The youngest and most loved prince from the family.

Everyone loves and adores him. He is friendly, sweet, but also strong and good in fighting with the sword.

He is the most dangerous in a fight out of all brothers. No one would dare to stand on the other side of his sword.

That's why you have to do it.

The first times he trains with you, he does it to make fun of you.

He isn't that sweet and kind to you, because he doesn't think you are worth it.

He doesn't see why his brothers like you, but one time he seriously injured you and his world crashed together.

Practice without you isn't fun and he slowly realizes how much you pulled him in love with you.

Gives you a ring and proposes to you after you are healed again.

You said no. Of course you said no.

And jongho made sure you regret that.

He does this over and over again, always smiling even if you give him a no as an answer.

But at some point you are sitting on your knees in front of him, his blade slowly lifting you head up and his eyes shooting a cold stare down at you.

You habe to say yes.

He will marry you.

And no one is going to stop him. Not even you

,,I give you a last chance. Will you marry me? I don't take a no as an answer and if you dare to say this again I will kill you. I will let your blood stain my sword. So what do you want to choose. Death or the chance of getting married to me."

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