Author-nim are you coming back now? I miss you đ pls answer
Iâm BAAAACKKKK! I also saw this anon message a while back, but i forgot to respond. I remember I was going through a lot when I got the notif, and I kept rereading it a lot. I missed you, and my lovely bbies on this account! I might disappear again lmaooo but Iâm back for now!
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We haven't heard from you in a while, are u ok?đŁ
The way I saw this a while back, but I kept forgetting to respond. I was going through a lot with the middle to end of school, and writing became a struggle for me. Iâm ok now tho! Thank you so much for your kindness, anon!
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yOURE BACk
LMAO the way this mention pushed me to actually start writing again for this account. Like it emerged from idk where, but I was like âOH?? Am I back??â Whoever you are, anon, youâre a kiss from heaven.
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Engraved (M) | 1 | preview
pairing: emperor taehyung x reader
word count: ?
Summary: Revenge offers its poisonous hand to you when you are arranged to become the emperorâs concubine. Â To burn down the empire and the kingdom that destroyed you, you are willing to do anything. When you find yourself enraptured by the emperor, and he by you, you realize revenge has engraved itself into your most fatal mistake: love.
Warning: yandere themes, gore and death, near-death experiences, obsessive behaviors, manipulation, SMUT LMAO 18+, explicit language
A/N: not me disappearing for 8 months LMAO. writerâs block grabbed me by the ankles and flung me into a vat of sharks, and i was scared of writing for a long while because itâs been a key part of me and feeling like i lost it was terrifying. and life got busy so i let it become an excuse BUTTT im back (hopefully). will this story make sense? maybe not. am i baddie for facing my fears? yuh. anyways hype me up my loves (if youâre still here after all this time AHHHH)
Gingerly cradling the broken stem of a black rose, you placed it down on the table. A slight glimpse of the moon outside, in all of its fullest glory, brought you back into a daze, and your gaze lingered on the smoothed wooden bones holding the glass of the window. For a moment, you sunk into the saccharine scent of the rose, pungent in its dying state of decay.
It was the third night you had gotten this rose, broken almost morbidly and on the verge of collapsing. Even in the waning moonlight, you could still see its thorns. And you knew who it was from. The rose was a reminder from him, from someone you should have never looked at nor reached out to in foolish kindness. Whether or not that reminder was a blessing or a curse; that, you would never know.
But you did know something.
You knew that even here, miles away from the first and final time you saw him, he had found you.
And you knew, that on the end of the seventh night, he would capture you. And unlike the previous time, you knew you would never be able to flee again.
After all, the emperor, Kim Taehyung, always learned from his mistakes.
Release Date: idk man? maybe next week, maybe a month from now; im keeping you (and also me) on your tip toes muah. will change this to an actual date when i have it figured it out.
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PART FOUR WAS INCREDIBLEEEEE
I was not expecting it to turn out like that holy balls, Iâve been waiting for this update patiently ready to see how it goes, i was dead ass in shock wow!!! youâre incredible wow
When I finally figured out the ending way back when I was writing part 1, I literally had my hand over my mouth sjsjsjs- Thank you so much for the support and the compliment Iâm just đ„șđđđđđđlike engrave this anonâs ask onto my tombstone or smth đđ
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Lineage was *chefs kiss* and thatâs on period!! I loved it so much and honestly depression be hitting and even if you have ideas itâs so hard to get from beginning to end. And then editing is a pain in the arse when you already are feeling blah. Iâm so proud of you for finishing it and it was so amazing. Ilysm đđđ
Thank you so much! That means the most to hearđ„șđDepression rly was like âdonât do anythingâ and then anxietyâs like âdo everything,â so it was an,, experience trying to write part 4. I did a rough outline of what was supposed to happen, but I think I got too anxious to just finish it to my readers happy that I rushed too fast into it. I ended up writing more than 3/5ths of it the night before the deadline, so my mood when I finished it was âitâs done so itâs DONE,â but I definitely wish I could rewind time so I could make it better because I love you guys so much and you guys deserve the best đ©đ€đ
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PLZ THIS IS SO SWEET IM đ namgi rly was like âweâll be bros foreverâ and y/n said âbetđ©đ€.â Literally it was so hard to write that scene where Namjoon goes đbecause the man deserves more. Itâs a pitiful ending for many characters, but itâs even more pitiful that even at the end, Yoongi was willing to choose the former her over the current her...Also, JUNGKOOK as an angel!! Plz I simp over this man so much so thatâs why he just ,, always shows up in my fics even if itâs not an x jungkook đđI hope you enjoy the two next parts đ„ș
Lineage (M) | 4
Pairing: Duke Yoongi x Princess Reader
Word Count: 5.2K
Summary: When an engagement locks you, the 8th and forgotten princess, to the duke infamous for his cruelty, you find yourself counting the days until your inevitable death. Itâs terrifying to think of your end, but when you arrive at his territory, you realize thereâs a more morbid reason behind your marriage, and that the duke is much worse than the rumors have painted him out to be.
Warnings: Â HEAVY yandere themes, death, mentions of gore and death, near-death experiences, obsessive behaviors, manipulation, mentions of smut, 18+, explicit language, pregnancy, vomiting
A/N: wowâŠI canât believe this story (well the main story; thereâs a special chapter and an epilogue coming up) is over. Over 40 pages laterâŠIt feels like Iâve raised and nurtured a baby into a somewhat adult and now I have to send it off for college or smth :( I never thought the story would do this good in the first place (part 1 has 4k+ notes and Iâm ,, shook ,,,) so to everyone who supported and loved this story (as messy as it was)âŠTHANK YOU! Please keep supporting my writing, and I hope to keep improving as your lovely kosmosguk :]
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The air was still cold, the kind of cold that heavily bore on your lungs and left you rattling like the only thing left of you was a decaying ivory skeleton. You supposed the cold made sense, even though it was spring and it shouldnât have been so cold. Some part of you convinced yourself it was the norm even when droplets of icy water splashed onto your frail cheeks. Even when you closed the door behind you, you could feel the chill; even when an acrid taste built up in your throat, you could not stop shivering.
Why could you remember the look on Namjoonâs face? You closed your eyes. Go away, go away, go away. His face lingered even then, even more stark against the darkness of your closed lids, hollow, disappointed eyes and lips curled too rigidly, too unnaturally into a smile. You knew that look. You hated that look.
You could feel the pain in your chest, prickling, and that pain seemed to sink itself into your stomach. Why did it hurt? Why were you hurting?
10. 9. 8.
You counted in your mind softly as the nausea swelled up, like the disgustingly messy crescendo of an agonizing melody. Now, this was strange, wasnât it? Your cold wasnât supposed to be accompanied by such nausea. When you began to heave, bracing yourself against the frame of your bed, you heard a knock and then the door click open.
A maid stood out there, her eyes widening as if she could not fathom the sight of you. You clasped your hand around your mouth, tears building up in your eyes, and you choked on a heave. You heard her footsteps tapping frantically as she dashed to get a bucket, but you couldnât hold in the prickling in your throat, the swirling in your stomach. Â
Tears spilled out, dropping onto the ground, as you bent over and retched all over your nightgown and the carpet. Your vision blurred, spots dancing, and you sunk heavily into the moment of weakness.
When you came to, you were being encased in something warm. You didnât smell anything rancid like what you had been expecting; instead, the soft pleasant scene of rose oil scented soap met your nose, and you exhaled a relieved sigh. WaitâŠrose wasnât the only smell. You could smell a hint of wine and something muskier, though slightly sweet. The smell of it was so familiar. It couldnât be? You peeked open an eye to look up to see your surroundings, and your mouth dropped open slightly.
âD-duke? My Lord. Why are you here? WhyâŠHow did I get here?ââ you sputtered, and you tried to push yourself out of his hold. His gaze, along with his hold, remained steady. He reached out slightly and gently trailed a finger down the curve of your cheek.
âI havenât been able to visit you lately because of how busy Iâve beenâŠIf I had known you were feeling so ill, I wouldâve been by your side. Iâm so sorry,ââ his tone was remorseful. The Duke, who everyone believed had no bone of emotion in his body and who was notorious for never feeling remorse, was apologizing to you. His words seemed to wash out every agony you had experienced. You rapidly blinked away the hint of tears in your eyes and ducked your head shyly.
He caught your chin with a hand before you could hide your face and lifted it gently. You noticed the black circles imprinted into the skin under his eyes, the way his face was even more waxy and pale than usual. Every aggrievance you had despaired over while alone in that room faded; you missed him. You missed him so much. You wouldnât have been stuck in your own head if he had been there to hold youâŠbut he was here now.
That thought washed over you, and you wrapped your fingers around the hand that was under your chin. His hand was limp as you pushed it down to your thrumming heart. Your stomach fluttered as his fingertips traced your warm skin peeking out of the collar of your nightgown. You carefully held his hand there. You didnât notice the brief flash of guilt on his face.
You didnât say anything, your hand still firmly holding his, and you shuffled your body closer, closing your eyes. The scent of the two of you mixed together was pleasant, and although Yoongiâs touch was usually unnaturally cold, today he was so warm. Or maybe the warmth of you had seeped out and spread around the two of you. That was okay; you were warm enough for the both of you. You suddenly felt so tired, even though you had just slept.
âYoongiâŠ,ââ your voice was barely a mumble,ââ Iâm tired. Stay with me?ââ
He moved the hand in your grasp slightly, and you held on tightly even though you were half-asleep. He chuckled lowly.
âDonât worry. Relax your hand. Iâll be here,ââ he spoke. You complied, and you felt his fingers wrap themselves around yours. The two of you laid there, a hand clasped with the other between your chests, and you took in the sensation of your husband with every deep inhale.
âIâll always be here.â
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Itâs kinda funny cause I just saw someone say they didnât liek the end to lineage but I actually enjoyed it a lot??? It did feel a bit rushed but overall I really loved the concept you ended with!!! I didnât find it predictable at all! I genuinely thought Joon was gonna die before he could save MC. I think you did a beautiful job on it and Iâm so proud of you!!! I know you donât know me but like I know you have a lot going on and yet you finished this story wonderfully!! đđđđ
AHHH ILYSM Iâm đ„șđ„șIt was a rough time trying to finish Lineage, and I definitely should have edited all the kinks out before I sent it out, but I was depressed so I was like âadieu bby lets set you free.â I had the ending planned out for a while, but I did end up eliminating one more character than I thought I would đđ€Thank you for your words! Itâs so lovely to hear them đ„°đ„°
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author-nim is part 4 of lineage the last chapter? đ„ș
Itâs the last chapter of the main story, but Iâm still hopelessly fond over the bby Lineage has been to me so there will be two more chapters: a special one from Yoongiâs POV and the epilogue. âșïž
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God girl! The last chapter of Lineage was really intense. Damn it! The duke was a crazy bitch, thanks to Namjoon's love for y/n and he saved her. I don't think anything will change my mind about the duke being a complete asshole. I hope that in the epilogue Namjoon helps y/n to raise the baby or that the duke is reborn in a human boy who is not crazy at all (1/2).
I wasnât originally going to have the ending be as brutal as it did. Originally, only Namjoon was supposed to die but then I was like âbetâ sjsjsjs. Human Yoongi would be so nice though. Have him be sweet and loving towards y/n and their child so everyone (except for Namjoon and all the murdered staff đđ€)can finally have a happy ending. Thank you so much for your support Iâm đ„°đ„°đ„°
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not sure how well you can take criticism, but in my very personal opinion tbvh i was quite disappointed with lineage.. the rush to end the story with twist is obvious.. prob it was bc my high anticipation too after reading 1 2 3 which were done beautifully..
Donât worry; I take criticism quite well, and I definitely understand where you were coming from. I wrote part 4 while under a lot of stress, and I wasnât emotionally doing well. There was a lot of things going on in my life. I felt a lot of pressure from myself and the deadline to finish it, so I was rushed, and I donât view it as my best work nor do I view it as my worst work. Thank you so much for your honesty :)
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The way my heart SPED UP when I saw this reblog!! This is so sweet Iâm- đđcatch me being the next assigned reading in your English class sjsjsjs đ©đ€
Lineage (M) | 4
Pairing: Duke Yoongi x Princess Reader
Word Count: 5.2K
Summary: When an engagement locks you, the 8th and forgotten princess, to the duke infamous for his cruelty, you find yourself counting the days until your inevitable death. Itâs terrifying to think of your end, but when you arrive at his territory, you realize thereâs a more morbid reason behind your marriage, and that the duke is much worse than the rumors have painted him out to be.
Warnings: Â HEAVY yandere themes, death, mentions of gore and death, near-death experiences, obsessive behaviors, manipulation, mentions of smut, 18+, explicit language, pregnancy, vomiting
A/N: wowâŠI canât believe this story (well the main story; thereâs a special chapter and an epilogue coming up) is over. Over 40 pages laterâŠIt feels like Iâve raised and nurtured a baby into a somewhat adult and now I have to send it off for college or smth :( I never thought the story would do this good in the first place (part 1 has 4k+ notes and Iâm ,, shook ,,,) so to everyone who supported and loved this story (as messy as it was)âŠTHANK YOU! Please keep supporting my writing, and I hope to keep improving as your lovely kosmosguk :]
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |
The air was still cold, the kind of cold that heavily bore on your lungs and left you rattling like the only thing left of you was a decaying ivory skeleton. You supposed the cold made sense, even though it was spring and it shouldnât have been so cold. Some part of you convinced yourself it was the norm even when droplets of icy water splashed onto your frail cheeks. Even when you closed the door behind you, you could feel the chill; even when an acrid taste built up in your throat, you could not stop shivering.
Why could you remember the look on Namjoonâs face? You closed your eyes. Go away, go away, go away. His face lingered even then, even more stark against the darkness of your closed lids, hollow, disappointed eyes and lips curled too rigidly, too unnaturally into a smile. You knew that look. You hated that look.
You could feel the pain in your chest, prickling, and that pain seemed to sink itself into your stomach. Why did it hurt? Why were you hurting?
10. 9. 8.
You counted in your mind softly as the nausea swelled up, like the disgustingly messy crescendo of an agonizing melody. Now, this was strange, wasnât it? Your cold wasnât supposed to be accompanied by such nausea. When you began to heave, bracing yourself against the frame of your bed, you heard a knock and then the door click open.
A maid stood out there, her eyes widening as if she could not fathom the sight of you. You clasped your hand around your mouth, tears building up in your eyes, and you choked on a heave. You heard her footsteps tapping frantically as she dashed to get a bucket, but you couldnât hold in the prickling in your throat, the swirling in your stomach. Â
Tears spilled out, dropping onto the ground, as you bent over and retched all over your nightgown and the carpet. Your vision blurred, spots dancing, and you sunk heavily into the moment of weakness.
When you came to, you were being encased in something warm. You didnât smell anything rancid like what you had been expecting; instead, the soft pleasant scene of rose oil scented soap met your nose, and you exhaled a relieved sigh. WaitâŠrose wasnât the only smell. You could smell a hint of wine and something muskier, though slightly sweet. The smell of it was so familiar. It couldnât be? You peeked open an eye to look up to see your surroundings, and your mouth dropped open slightly.
âD-duke? My Lord. Why are you here? WhyâŠHow did I get here?ââ you sputtered, and you tried to push yourself out of his hold. His gaze, along with his hold, remained steady. He reached out slightly and gently trailed a finger down the curve of your cheek.
âI havenât been able to visit you lately because of how busy Iâve beenâŠIf I had known you were feeling so ill, I wouldâve been by your side. Iâm so sorry,ââ his tone was remorseful. The Duke, who everyone believed had no bone of emotion in his body and who was notorious for never feeling remorse, was apologizing to you. His words seemed to wash out every agony you had experienced. You rapidly blinked away the hint of tears in your eyes and ducked your head shyly.
He caught your chin with a hand before you could hide your face and lifted it gently. You noticed the black circles imprinted into the skin under his eyes, the way his face was even more waxy and pale than usual. Every aggrievance you had despaired over while alone in that room faded; you missed him. You missed him so much. You wouldnât have been stuck in your own head if he had been there to hold youâŠbut he was here now.
That thought washed over you, and you wrapped your fingers around the hand that was under your chin. His hand was limp as you pushed it down to your thrumming heart. Your stomach fluttered as his fingertips traced your warm skin peeking out of the collar of your nightgown. You carefully held his hand there. You didnât notice the brief flash of guilt on his face.
You didnât say anything, your hand still firmly holding his, and you shuffled your body closer, closing your eyes. The scent of the two of you mixed together was pleasant, and although Yoongiâs touch was usually unnaturally cold, today he was so warm. Or maybe the warmth of you had seeped out and spread around the two of you. That was okay; you were warm enough for the both of you. You suddenly felt so tired, even though you had just slept.
âYoongiâŠ,ââ your voice was barely a mumble,ââ Iâm tired. Stay with me?ââ
He moved the hand in your grasp slightly, and you held on tightly even though you were half-asleep. He chuckled lowly.
âDonât worry. Relax your hand. Iâll be here,ââ he spoke. You complied, and you felt his fingers wrap themselves around yours. The two of you laid there, a hand clasped with the other between your chests, and you took in the sensation of your husband with every deep inhale.
âIâll always be here.â
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Thank you so much! đI wanted a messed up but hopeful ending that still fit the tone of the fic, so Iâm glad you liked it! I canât wait to get started on the special chapter and epilogue :)
Lineage (M) | 4
Pairing: Duke Yoongi x Princess Reader
Word Count: 5.2K
Summary: When an engagement locks you, the 8th and forgotten princess, to the duke infamous for his cruelty, you find yourself counting the days until your inevitable death. Itâs terrifying to think of your end, but when you arrive at his territory, you realize thereâs a more morbid reason behind your marriage, and that the duke is much worse than the rumors have painted him out to be.
Warnings: Â HEAVY yandere themes, death, mentions of gore and death, near-death experiences, obsessive behaviors, manipulation, mentions of smut, 18+, explicit language, pregnancy, vomiting
A/N: wowâŠI canât believe this story (well the main story; thereâs a special chapter and an epilogue coming up) is over. Over 40 pages laterâŠIt feels like Iâve raised and nurtured a baby into a somewhat adult and now I have to send it off for college or smth :( I never thought the story would do this good in the first place (part 1 has 4k+ notes and Iâm ,, shook ,,,) so to everyone who supported and loved this story (as messy as it was)âŠTHANK YOU! Please keep supporting my writing, and I hope to keep improving as your lovely kosmosguk :]
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |
The air was still cold, the kind of cold that heavily bore on your lungs and left you rattling like the only thing left of you was a decaying ivory skeleton. You supposed the cold made sense, even though it was spring and it shouldnât have been so cold. Some part of you convinced yourself it was the norm even when droplets of icy water splashed onto your frail cheeks. Even when you closed the door behind you, you could feel the chill; even when an acrid taste built up in your throat, you could not stop shivering.
Why could you remember the look on Namjoonâs face? You closed your eyes. Go away, go away, go away. His face lingered even then, even more stark against the darkness of your closed lids, hollow, disappointed eyes and lips curled too rigidly, too unnaturally into a smile. You knew that look. You hated that look.
You could feel the pain in your chest, prickling, and that pain seemed to sink itself into your stomach. Why did it hurt? Why were you hurting?
10. 9. 8.
You counted in your mind softly as the nausea swelled up, like the disgustingly messy crescendo of an agonizing melody. Now, this was strange, wasnât it? Your cold wasnât supposed to be accompanied by such nausea. When you began to heave, bracing yourself against the frame of your bed, you heard a knock and then the door click open.
A maid stood out there, her eyes widening as if she could not fathom the sight of you. You clasped your hand around your mouth, tears building up in your eyes, and you choked on a heave. You heard her footsteps tapping frantically as she dashed to get a bucket, but you couldnât hold in the prickling in your throat, the swirling in your stomach. Â
Tears spilled out, dropping onto the ground, as you bent over and retched all over your nightgown and the carpet. Your vision blurred, spots dancing, and you sunk heavily into the moment of weakness.
When you came to, you were being encased in something warm. You didnât smell anything rancid like what you had been expecting; instead, the soft pleasant scene of rose oil scented soap met your nose, and you exhaled a relieved sigh. WaitâŠrose wasnât the only smell. You could smell a hint of wine and something muskier, though slightly sweet. The smell of it was so familiar. It couldnât be? You peeked open an eye to look up to see your surroundings, and your mouth dropped open slightly.
âD-duke? My Lord. Why are you here? WhyâŠHow did I get here?ââ you sputtered, and you tried to push yourself out of his hold. His gaze, along with his hold, remained steady. He reached out slightly and gently trailed a finger down the curve of your cheek.
âI havenât been able to visit you lately because of how busy Iâve beenâŠIf I had known you were feeling so ill, I wouldâve been by your side. Iâm so sorry,ââ his tone was remorseful. The Duke, who everyone believed had no bone of emotion in his body and who was notorious for never feeling remorse, was apologizing to you. His words seemed to wash out every agony you had experienced. You rapidly blinked away the hint of tears in your eyes and ducked your head shyly.
He caught your chin with a hand before you could hide your face and lifted it gently. You noticed the black circles imprinted into the skin under his eyes, the way his face was even more waxy and pale than usual. Every aggrievance you had despaired over while alone in that room faded; you missed him. You missed him so much. You wouldnât have been stuck in your own head if he had been there to hold youâŠbut he was here now.
That thought washed over you, and you wrapped your fingers around the hand that was under your chin. His hand was limp as you pushed it down to your thrumming heart. Your stomach fluttered as his fingertips traced your warm skin peeking out of the collar of your nightgown. You carefully held his hand there. You didnât notice the brief flash of guilt on his face.
You didnât say anything, your hand still firmly holding his, and you shuffled your body closer, closing your eyes. The scent of the two of you mixed together was pleasant, and although Yoongiâs touch was usually unnaturally cold, today he was so warm. Or maybe the warmth of you had seeped out and spread around the two of you. That was okay; you were warm enough for the both of you. You suddenly felt so tired, even though you had just slept.
âYoongiâŠ,ââ your voice was barely a mumble,ââ Iâm tired. Stay with me?ââ
He moved the hand in your grasp slightly, and you held on tightly even though you were half-asleep. He chuckled lowly.
âDonât worry. Relax your hand. Iâll be here,ââ he spoke. You complied, and you felt his fingers wrap themselves around yours. The two of you laid there, a hand clasped with the other between your chests, and you took in the sensation of your husband with every deep inhale.
âIâll always be here.â
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Lineage (M) | 4
Pairing: Duke Yoongi x Princess Reader
Word Count: 5.2K
Summary: When an engagement locks you, the 8th and forgotten princess, to the duke infamous for his cruelty, you find yourself counting the days until your inevitable death. Itâs terrifying to think of your end, but when you arrive at his territory, you realize thereâs a more morbid reason behind your marriage, and that the duke is much worse than the rumors have painted him out to be.
Warnings: Â HEAVY yandere themes, death, mentions of gore and death, near-death experiences, obsessive behaviors, manipulation, mentions of smut, 18+, explicit language, pregnancy, vomiting
A/N: wowâŠI canât believe this story (well the main story; thereâs a special chapter and an epilogue coming up) is over. Over 40 pages laterâŠIt feels like Iâve raised and nurtured a baby into a somewhat adult and now I have to send it off for college or smth :( I never thought the story would do this good in the first place (part 1 has 4k+ notes and Iâm ,, shook ,,,) so to everyone who supported and loved this story (as messy as it was)âŠTHANK YOU! Please keep supporting my writing, and I hope to keep improving as your lovely kosmosguk :]
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 |
The air was still cold, the kind of cold that heavily bore on your lungs and left you rattling like the only thing left of you was a decaying ivory skeleton. You supposed the cold made sense, even though it was spring and it shouldnât have been so cold. Some part of you convinced yourself it was the norm even when droplets of icy water splashed onto your frail cheeks. Even when you closed the door behind you, you could feel the chill; even when an acrid taste built up in your throat, you could not stop shivering.
Why could you remember the look on Namjoonâs face? You closed your eyes. Go away, go away, go away. His face lingered even then, even more stark against the darkness of your closed lids, hollow, disappointed eyes and lips curled too rigidly, too unnaturally into a smile. You knew that look. You hated that look.
You could feel the pain in your chest, prickling, and that pain seemed to sink itself into your stomach. Why did it hurt? Why were you hurting?
10. 9. 8.
You counted in your mind softly as the nausea swelled up, like the disgustingly messy crescendo of an agonizing melody. Now, this was strange, wasnât it? Your cold wasnât supposed to be accompanied by such nausea. When you began to heave, bracing yourself against the frame of your bed, you heard a knock and then the door click open.
A maid stood out there, her eyes widening as if she could not fathom the sight of you. You clasped your hand around your mouth, tears building up in your eyes, and you choked on a heave. You heard her footsteps tapping frantically as she dashed to get a bucket, but you couldnât hold in the prickling in your throat, the swirling in your stomach. Â
Tears spilled out, dropping onto the ground, as you bent over and retched all over your nightgown and the carpet. Your vision blurred, spots dancing, and you sunk heavily into the moment of weakness.
When you came to, you were being encased in something warm. You didnât smell anything rancid like what you had been expecting; instead, the soft pleasant scene of rose oil scented soap met your nose, and you exhaled a relieved sigh. WaitâŠrose wasnât the only smell. You could smell a hint of wine and something muskier, though slightly sweet. The smell of it was so familiar. It couldnât be? You peeked open an eye to look up to see your surroundings, and your mouth dropped open slightly.
âD-duke? My Lord. Why are you here? WhyâŠHow did I get here?ââ you sputtered, and you tried to push yourself out of his hold. His gaze, along with his hold, remained steady. He reached out slightly and gently trailed a finger down the curve of your cheek.
âI havenât been able to visit you lately because of how busy Iâve beenâŠIf I had known you were feeling so ill, I wouldâve been by your side. Iâm so sorry,ââ his tone was remorseful. The Duke, who everyone believed had no bone of emotion in his body and who was notorious for never feeling remorse, was apologizing to you. His words seemed to wash out every agony you had experienced. You rapidly blinked away the hint of tears in your eyes and ducked your head shyly.
He caught your chin with a hand before you could hide your face and lifted it gently. You noticed the black circles imprinted into the skin under his eyes, the way his face was even more waxy and pale than usual. Every aggrievance you had despaired over while alone in that room faded; you missed him. You missed him so much. You wouldnât have been stuck in your own head if he had been there to hold youâŠbut he was here now.
That thought washed over you, and you wrapped your fingers around the hand that was under your chin. His hand was limp as you pushed it down to your thrumming heart. Your stomach fluttered as his fingertips traced your warm skin peeking out of the collar of your nightgown. You carefully held his hand there. You didnât notice the brief flash of guilt on his face.
You didnât say anything, your hand still firmly holding his, and you shuffled your body closer, closing your eyes. The scent of the two of you mixed together was pleasant, and although Yoongiâs touch was usually unnaturally cold, today he was so warm. Or maybe the warmth of you had seeped out and spread around the two of you. That was okay; you were warm enough for the both of you. You suddenly felt so tired, even though you had just slept.
âYoongiâŠ,ââ your voice was barely a mumble,ââ Iâm tired. Stay with me?ââ
He moved the hand in your grasp slightly, and you held on tightly even though you were half-asleep. He chuckled lowly.
âDonât worry. Relax your hand. Iâll be here,ââ he spoke. You complied, and you felt his fingers wrap themselves around yours. The two of you laid there, a hand clasped with the other between your chests, and you took in the sensation of your husband with every deep inhale.
âIâll always be here.â
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Pairing: Duke Yoongi x Princess Reader
Word Count: 5.2K
Summary: When an engagement locks you, the 8th and forgotten princess, to the duke infamous for his cruelty, you find yourself counting the days until your inevitable death. Itâs terrifying to think of your end, but when you arrive at his territory, you realize thereâs a more morbid reason behind your marriage, and that the duke is much worse than the rumors have painted him out to be.
Warnings: Â HEAVY yandere themes, death, mentions of gore and death, near-death experiences, obsessive behaviors, manipulation, mentions of smut, 18+, explicit language, pregnancy, vomiting
A/N: wowâŠI canât believe this story (well the main story; thereâs a special chapter and an epilogue coming up) is over. Over 40 pages laterâŠIt feels like Iâve raised and nurtured a baby into a somewhat adult and now I have to send it off for college or smth :( I never thought the story would do this good in the first place (part 1 has 4k+ notes and Iâm ,, shook ,,,) so to everyone who supported and loved this story (as messy as it was)âŠTHANK YOU! Please keep supporting my writing, and I hope to keep improving as your lovely kosmosguk :]
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The air was still cold, the kind of cold that heavily bore on your lungs and left you rattling like the only thing left of you was a decaying ivory skeleton. You supposed the cold made sense, even though it was spring and it shouldnât have been so cold. Some part of you convinced yourself it was the norm even when droplets of icy water splashed onto your frail cheeks. Even when you closed the door behind you, you could feel the chill; even when an acrid taste built up in your throat, you could not stop shivering.
Why could you remember the look on Namjoonâs face? You closed your eyes. Go away, go away, go away. His face lingered even then, even more stark against the darkness of your closed lids, hollow, disappointed eyes and lips curled too rigidly, too unnaturally into a smile. You knew that look. You hated that look.
You could feel the pain in your chest, prickling, and that pain seemed to sink itself into your stomach. Why did it hurt? Why were you hurting?
10. 9. 8.
You counted in your mind softly as the nausea swelled up, like the disgustingly messy crescendo of an agonizing melody. Now, this was strange, wasnât it? Your cold wasnât supposed to be accompanied by such nausea. When you began to heave, bracing yourself against the frame of your bed, you heard a knock and then the door click open.
A maid stood out there, her eyes widening as if she could not fathom the sight of you. You clasped your hand around your mouth, tears building up in your eyes, and you choked on a heave. You heard her footsteps tapping frantically as she dashed to get a bucket, but you couldnât hold in the prickling in your throat, the swirling in your stomach. Â
Tears spilled out, dropping onto the ground, as you bent over and retched all over your nightgown and the carpet. Your vision blurred, spots dancing, and you sunk heavily into the moment of weakness.
When you came to, you were being encased in something warm. You didnât smell anything rancid like what you had been expecting; instead, the soft pleasant scene of rose oil scented soap met your nose, and you exhaled a relieved sigh. WaitâŠrose wasnât the only smell. You could smell a hint of wine and something muskier, though slightly sweet. The smell of it was so familiar. It couldnât be? You peeked open an eye to look up to see your surroundings, and your mouth dropped open slightly.
âD-duke? My Lord. Why are you here? WhyâŠHow did I get here?ââ you sputtered, and you tried to push yourself out of his hold. His gaze, along with his hold, remained steady. He reached out slightly and gently trailed a finger down the curve of your cheek.
âI havenât been able to visit you lately because of how busy Iâve beenâŠIf I had known you were feeling so ill, I wouldâve been by your side. Iâm so sorry,ââ his tone was remorseful. The Duke, who everyone believed had no bone of emotion in his body and who was notorious for never feeling remorse, was apologizing to you. His words seemed to wash out every agony you had experienced. You rapidly blinked away the hint of tears in your eyes and ducked your head shyly.
He caught your chin with a hand before you could hide your face and lifted it gently. You noticed the black circles imprinted into the skin under his eyes, the way his face was even more waxy and pale than usual. Every aggrievance you had despaired over while alone in that room faded; you missed him. You missed him so much. You wouldnât have been stuck in your own head if he had been there to hold youâŠbut he was here now.
That thought washed over you, and you wrapped your fingers around the hand that was under your chin. His hand was limp as you pushed it down to your thrumming heart. Your stomach fluttered as his fingertips traced your warm skin peeking out of the collar of your nightgown. You carefully held his hand there. You didnât notice the brief flash of guilt on his face.
You didnât say anything, your hand still firmly holding his, and you shuffled your body closer, closing your eyes. The scent of the two of you mixed together was pleasant, and although Yoongiâs touch was usually unnaturally cold, today he was so warm. Or maybe the warmth of you had seeped out and spread around the two of you. That was okay; you were warm enough for the both of you. You suddenly felt so tired, even though you had just slept.
âYoongiâŠ,ââ your voice was barely a mumble,ââ Iâm tired. Stay with me?ââ
He moved the hand in your grasp slightly, and you held on tightly even though you were half-asleep. He chuckled lowly.
âDonât worry. Relax your hand. Iâll be here,ââ he spoke. You complied, and you felt his fingers wrap themselves around yours. The two of you laid there, a hand clasped with the other between your chests, and you took in the sensation of your husband with every deep inhale.
âIâll always be here.â
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