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She Gets the Last Word Part 2
First Lady of Private Garden Fic
AN: We all know that the First Lady doesn't play when it comes to her husband and PG do not want to have to feel her wrath again 🤭🤭🤭
Synopsis: After dismissing Anitta from the set of First Class, their paths cross again months later at the VMA's hoping that the message from First Lady is still loud and clear.
Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader
Read Part 1 first
Requested by two of my lovely anons and I combined their requests since both centered around the VMA’s.
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“Oohh my baby looks so good!” You say as you were reaching up to kiss him but ended up kissing Urban’s hand instead which resulted in you smacking the back of his head.
“Cut the shit. We should have been gone ten minutes ago.”
“If you don’t get your ass on and let me kiss my husband.” You made a motion to reach up towards him again and instead Urban got in the middle and you ended up kissing his cheek.
“Urban Henry, I’m about to beat you up.”
“You can kiss all yall want later, for now move it!” You then reached up and wiped the remnants of your lipstick off Urban’s cheek.
“Urb, who left you in charge?” Jack asked while laughing and he was finally able to steal a kiss from you.
“Obviously I need to be in charge because if it was left up to me we would have been in the car downstairs already.”
You immediately rolled your eyes as Jack took your hand in his and the three of you started making your way to the elevator.
Once you reached the bottom floor, everyone was staring at the three of you as Urban held up his hands in defense.
“Not my fault, I tried. You know Y/N takes forever to get ready.”
“The hell were yall doin? Fuckin?” Druski asked as he looked between the both of you.
“And if we were? I can fuck my husband as much as I please.” You answered while all Jack did was smirk.
“Yes, babe you can but not when we’re running on a tight schedule.” Brandi added as she reached over to fix your earring.
“They can wait.” You replied while shrugging.
All of PG, Druski, Julissa, Brandi, and Neelam piled in two SUVs and were now on the way to walk the red carpet at the 2022 VMAs.
In the first car it was PG and Druski and you felt as though it was a good time to remind them of one simple request before Jack’s big night started.
“PG, I have one simply request for tonight.”
Everyone exchanged glances wondering what your request could possibly be or possibly be about.
“Anything mamas.”
“Make sure Anitta stays the fuck away from my man otherwise I’ll send her the rest of that video along with the other one. I’ll smack a hoe too. I ain’t forget the shit yall pulled.”
“CORRECTION. THE SHIT YOUR HUSBAND PULLED. WE WARNED HIM NOT TO DO IT!”
“Y/N!!”
“Yall said anything!”
“Shit, say less. I’m not trying to have my life flash before my eyes again.” Shloob exclaimed while looking over at you.
“I would pay to see you fight her though.” 2fo confessed and Jack looked over at him with wide eyes.
“Don’t give her any ideas because her ass will do it.”
“Without hesitations.”
“I’m not going back and forth with any of you. I said what I said. Jack this night is really special for you and I want it to go smoothly. However, I will not hesitate to cut a bitch’s throat. Just make sure yall post my bail.”
“Damn, Y/N! When did you get so violent?” Druski asked while looking over at you.
“She always been violent.”
“Nemo, shut up!”
“Uhh, Jack am I lying?”
You looked over at your husband and saw that he was trying not to laugh.
“BABY!”
“I’m sorry mamas but you have. Yall remember when it took almost all of us to break up that fight between her and what was the girls name?”
“Britney Evans! I ain’t never gonna forget that shit. Y/N pulled out half of her tracks.”
“Hmph, that hoe was asking for it. She kept spreading rumors about me.”
“What was the rumor?”
“That I sucked Jack’s dick behind the bleachers at lunch.”
“Well, was it true?”
You got a startled look on your face before looking over at Jack and the two of you busted out laughing.
“So, what if it was? She still didn’t have any business having my name in her mouth.”
“YALL HAVE ALWAYS BEEN FREAKY AS ALL HELL.”
“BROAD DAYLIGHT AT HIGH NOON?!”
“I was horny.” Jack replied while shrugging not seeing anything wrong.
“Should have been somewhere learning something but noooo you just had to get your dick wet.”
“He was learning that he doesn’t like to be deep throated.”
“Y/N, SPARE US THE DETAILS PLEASE.”
“And then I made her send me the video she took of us before I made her delete it.”
“YOU DIDN’T TELL ME THAT.” Jack exclaimed and looking over at you surprised.
“Oh, must have slipped my mind.”
“How does something like that just slip your mind?!”
“Baby, let’s focus on the task at hand.”
“Nah, I’m definitely about to get you for that later.”
“Can’t wait.”
“Can yall chill for five minutes?!”
The both of you looked at each other before answering 2fo.
“No.”
“I am literally amazed everyday that you aren’t pregnant.”
“I just make sure Jack’s cum goes any and everywhere else. Usually it’s my boobs or my stomach. He got it in my hair one time and I was ready to fight him.”
“Y/N, is nothing off limits?! You just don’t care what comes out your mouth!”
“Uhh yall are my best friends. I shouldn’t have to put on a filter around yall.”
“Umm, wait you said you would send her the rest of the video and the other one. What’s the other one?”
“Jack face fucking me.”
“OKAY THAT’S ENOUGH.”
“Well yall asked!” You replied while moving closer to Jack and him wrapping an arm around you.
“Definitely one of my favorites. You took me so well.”
“Or.. should I send her the cream pie one? What do you think babe?”
“Y/N PLEASE MY VIRGIN EARS CANNOT TAKE ANYMORE.”
“Urban you haven’t been a virgin since you were 14. Get the hell on with that shit. Her name was Crystal and you liked her because she had the biggest set of boobs in our grade.”
“You ain’t have to air all my business out like that.”
“Uhh, we literally all know. Druski is the only one who didn’t.” You replied while rolling your eyes.
“You can send me both. For research purposes of course.”
“Fuck off Druski.”
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You spent the night looking up at your husband in absolute awe.
You were so proud of him and the fact that he was actually getting the recognition was beyond amazing.
Any time he got nervous, he simply looked over at you and you would give him a small smile.
You knew as well as everyone else that your husband was the shit.
As always, PG were sitting all in a row, but they were now joined by Druski, Lil Nas X, and Dua Lipa herself.
You were conversing with Dua when you heard that Anitta would be performing next.
All of them instantly tensed up and looked towards you to see if you had a reaction.
You simply went back to your conversation with Dua not paying it any mind.
The two of you were discussing a possible collab in the future as well as you wanting her to possibly model for your new clothing line that you would be starting soon.
PG kept their promise and made sure that she didn’t come within ten feet of your man even though you know she wanted to.
You peeped her looking over at PG on the red carpet, she made a motion as if she was getting ready to come closer to them until Jack turned to the right showing that you were hugging that side of his body. Since Jack’s tall frame was shielding you, she didn’t know that you were there too.
Once she did, she walked in the other direction.
The lights dimmed and her performance started and it looked as if everyone in the row was uncomfortable.
Not you though. You could out perform that bitch any day of the week.
Druski was in his own little world and trying to sing along even though he had no idea what she was saying.
Jack was massaging small circles on the back of your hand and looking down.
Urban was trying to look anywhere but at Anitta.
Nemo played on his phone.
2fo kept his eyes down and to the right
Ace Pro was trying to avoid eye contact with you.
Quiiso was trying to find something to distract himself.
Shloob was looking at Cope who also made sure not to look at Anitta.
Even though Cope hadn’t be there on set for the exchange between you and Anitta, he wasn’t taking any chances of your having anger aimed towards him.
Once her performance was over, no one in your row clapped besides Druski.
He then looked over at all of you clearly confused.
Until he made eye contact with you and stopped clapping which instantly made you smirked.
Since you all were literally sitting in the front, Anitta quickly caught onto this and the two of you made eye contact.
You simply sent a small smile her way and she got a solemn expression on her face indicating her frustration but quickly recovered since she knew that the cameras were on her.
“Is it safe to look up now?” Cope whispered at Shloob who then looked over at you.
All you did was nod and let out a small laugh.
Anitta knew better than to try you again.... or so you thought.
All of PG were now backstage waiting to be seated in the makeshift plane to get ready for Jack’s performance with Fergie when she made her presence known.
She had just accepted an award and thank goodness none of you were out there to hear her speech.
If you had tomatoes, you would have threw them at her.
“Jack.” She called out and everyone went wide eyed except you.
“Oh shit.”
“Nuh uh, she better keep it moving.”
“God, I am not tryna die today by the hands of the first lady.”
She tried to move closer to Jack who still had yet to respond to her, but you stepped directly in front of him before she could get any closer.
All Jack did was rub the back of his neck indicating his nervousness.
“Did you need something?” You calmly looked up and asked her since she literally towered above you.
“I just wanted to say congratulations Y/N that’s all.” She responded while holding up her hands in defense.
“Okay you did so move on.”
“Hmm, I still see Jack has yet to put his dog on a leash.”
All you then saw was red.
“BITCH!” You immediately took off your shoes and lunged for her and she immediately jumped back and flinched.
“OH FUCK!”
“WORLD STARRRRR!” You heard Druski yell as he took out his phone.
“BABY! DON’T!” Thank God Jack and Urban caught you before you could get to her as everyone was now standing around nervous and not knowing what to do.
“I got your dog you dumb ass bitch. You talk a whole lotta shit for someone who can’t back it up. However, I can and have no hesitations to whoop your ass when the awards are over.”
Anitta then suddenly started to look nervous and simply shook her head.
“Whatever.”
“Naw it ain’t whatever. I will mop the floor with you.”
“Shit, she not lyin. I’ve seen her in action. Don’t let her being little fool you.”
“Take your ass on. I’ve now warned you twice to stay away from him. The third time I won’t be so nice.”
“I was just literally trying to get to my seat on the plane and Y/N is over here choosing violence.” You heard Lil Nas X say before he busted out laughing.
“Well you can thank this bitch for that.” You said while eyeing her up and down.
Without another word, she walked into the other direction but not before letting out a deep breath indicating her frustration.
Jack then reached down to help you put your shoes back on and help you to your seat.
“I’m sorry, babe.”
“No, don’t apologize. Shit was kinda funny actually. I love how you’re always ready to fight for your man.”
“And don’t you ever fucking forget it.” You responded as he reached down to kiss you.
“NO! STOP! We don’t want to be a witness to yall eating each other’s faces off and fucking.”
“Send me the video you were talking about earlier!”
“What video?” Dua then asked clearly confused.
“NO DRUSKI. IT’S FOR ME AND MY WIFE’S EYES ONLY.”
“Sharing is caring.”
“What video?!” Dua asked again.
“Jack was face fucking her! Oh and the cream pie one too!”
“Damn, I’d pay to see that. I know that pretty mouth took him so well” Dua responded while winking over at you.
“I don’t share my wife!”
“But you do with Urban!”
“Imma beat the shit outta yall if yall don’t shut up!”
“Are we shooting a porn scene and no one told me?” Chloe asked before busting out laughing.
“I’m down if I can be the third to Jack and Y/N.” Dua confessed before taking her seat.
“Me first!” Druski yelled and the two of you rolled your eyes.
You were now back sitting in the audience with PG while Jack was still backstage changing from his performance.
Dua was set to present the last award of the night and you just so happen to be nominated.
Right along with Anitta.
For video of the year.
I mean you didn’t really feel a type of way about it since all you were focused on Jack and he had had an amazing night and deserved every award that he had gotten.
All you could think about was those late nights and him feeling discouraged, but you would reassure him time and time again that his hard work would some day pay off.
And you were right.
“And now I present to you the last award of the night for video of the year. Let’s take a look at the nominees.”
“Doja Cat, Woman.”
“Lil Nas X and Jack Harlow, Industry Baby.”
“Harry Styles, As it Was.”
“Anitta, Envolver.”
“Y/N Harlow, Big Energy.”
“Ed Sheeran, Shivers.”
Since your emotional support person was backstage, Urban opted to hold your hand which you did at all award shows when you would be nominated.
The butterflies in your stomach that would erupt would be on 1,000.
The way you looked at it, you would be satisfied if anyone won the award.
Except her.
“And the award goes to....”
Dua looked down at the paper and laughed before revealing who it was.
“The beautiful lady that I keep shooting my shot at, none other than... Y/N HARLOWWW! BIG ENERGY!!”
Your eyes immediately began to water as you stood up and made your way to the stage.
Winning awards was something that you never took lightly and you were grateful that people recognized your talent enough in order for you to be nominated.
Urban had helped you up the steps and you hugged Dua before taking the award from her.
“So proud of you!”
“Thank you. I’m just..wow.”
You made your way to begin your acceptance speech and was met with nothing but screams and applause.
“Yall... yall are too good to me. I definitely did not expect this and if any of you know me yall know I was rooting for my husband to win.”
“WE KNOW!”
You immediately laughed before shaking your head.
“I definitely did not think Big Energy would be as big as it was and I only have my fans to thank for that. Oh, and make sure yall thank Jack because he’s the first one that heard it and I honestly wasn’t even going to release it.”
Just then you were startled by someone picking you up and bringing you into a bone crushing hug.
No one other than your husband.
“My wife is the shit and don’t yall forget it! What I tell you mamas?! What I tell you?!”
You immediately heard a series of aww’s from the exchange between the two of you. Jack then reached down to lightly kiss you before allowing you to finish your speech.
“Whew yall my man so fine and we just love a supportive spouse,”
“YES WE DO!”
“But, I love yall. PG this is literally only the beginning and I cannot wait to see what the future holds for us.”
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y/ninsta: I AM SO PROUD OF MY BABY!!! My husband is the shit and don't you forget it 🥺
jackharlow: I love you mamas. thank you for always being there for me. couldn’t have done this without you constantly pushing me for greatness.
y/ninsta: I love you more and I wouldn't have it any other way. 😘
jackharlow: y/ninsta don't start with an I love you war
y/ninsta: jackharlow you won last time. it's my turn. 🤣😂
dualipa: jackharlow well deserved!!! Now lemme get a copy of that video...
jackharlow: dualipa just when we were starting to be on good terms you just had to act outta pocket
saweetie: what video!?
sza: SPILL IT
druski2funny: I agree with dualipa. I need mine for research purposes.
theestallion: WHAT VIDEO
druski2funny: all imma say is who knew y/n liked to be face fucked 🤭
y/ninsta: druski2funny that's why I don't tell you anything
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jackharlow: We got nothin but winners in this family. my wife and I respectfully letting yall know. So proud of you gorgeous. 😍😍
y/ninsta: I just knew you and lilnasx were about to win lol
lilnasx: wouldn’t have anyone else but you taking it if it didn’t go to us!
y/ninsta: lilnasx aww thank you honey 💕
saweetie: GO BEST FRIEND! that green on you is amazing!
y/ninsta: saweetie thank you bestie! jackharlow actually picked out my outfit!
saweetie: jackharlow oh so you do have some fashion sense
jackharlow: saweetie what’s that supposed to mean?!
y/ninsta: saweetie he not no fashionista but he fly tho! 😌
normani: look as long as it wasn’t ol girl lol
urbanwyatt: y/n was this close to kicking her ass backstage
saweetie: urbanwyatt SPILL IT NOW. I knew my ass should have went.
urbanwyatt: saweetie me and jack literally had to hold her back. umm the girl who shall not be named spoke to jack and y/n immediately stepped in front of him making sure she didn’t come any closer. all of us just knew we were about to be posting bail money
lilnasx: BITCHHH when Y/N threw off her shoes I was like AWW SHIT
2forwoyne: and then you had druski2funny’s dumbass screaming world star and instigating the shit and he pulled out his phone to record it
jackharlow: shloob was praying not to die 😂🤣
shloob_: shit that’s what ol girl needed to be doing. when y/n lunged my eyes went so wide
druski2funny: 2forwoyne well somebody had to do it!
nemo: I got flashbacks to when she got into a fight with that Britney girl our sophomore year and got suspended for five days
y/ninsta: nemo IT WAS ONLY THREE
2forwoyne: y/ninsta your ass still got suspended tho
dualipa: thank God for jackharlow and urbanwyatt’s quick reflexes lol
neelamthadhani: when are people going to realize that y/n doesn’t play about jack and jack doesn’t play about y/n
y/ninsta: neelamthadhani it seems like imma have to beat somebody’s ass before the message gets across. oh anitta!!! jackharlow sent you another video!!
anitta: y/ninsta I just wanted to say congrats that’s it
y/ninsta: anitta you can do that on social media
anitta: y/ninsta he’s a grown ass man that can have friends
saweetie: anitta take your ass on somewhere because y/n is about to tear into your ass. don’t say nobody warned you.
y/ninsta: anitta not friends that are women who like to sit on his lap and want to fuck him. been doing that since we were 15 and trust and believe he wants for nothing. get your own man because jackharlow is taken and has been for ten years. if you want to be a hoe, go somewhere else and do it. not in the Harlow household because you will get your ass beat
jackharlow: what my wife says goes and vice versa 😌
dualipa: jackharlow I can still get a taste tho right or the video? whichever you feel generous enough to give
jackharlow: dualipa see yourself out NOW
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Stone walls and metal bars and silence
AU in which Jin Ling fatally stabs Wei Ying that one time in Jinlintai and he dies in Lan Wangji's arms.
Warnings: violence and death
They had to tie him down. Deity-binding net. He'd broken through everything else, killed whoever stood in his path. He lost his mind. For good, this time. There was only deep-seated pain and hatred festering behind his once calm eyes, anger readable on his features as tears fell endlessly down his pale cheeks.
They had to imprison him. Restrain him. Block his spiritual power and bind his golden core through techniques whose very mention was taboo, let alone their use.
They left him only with the most human of his features. The strength and stamina of his body, and the wrathful, mindless grief of his mind.
They locked him up like they did his mother.
The room was small and quiet and cold. There was no window to let natural light in, only hard stone walls and metal bars and silence.
Every now and then, he screamed out his pain, his regrets, the name that would never be answered to again.
Then it was stone walls and metal bars and silence again.
He had wanted to kill Jin Ling. He found no wrong in that and did not regret it. The boy, taught to hate and judge and believe outlandish stories with no grain of truth, had stabbed Wei Ying and killed him.
Wangji held him as he died. He didn't say anything, couldn't speak, only looked up at Wangji with tearful eyes, a quiet, unspoken "thank you and I'm sorry" before life drained out of his body, his blood painting Wangji's robes.
He had held Wei Ying's hand, feeling his pulse slow until there was nothing left of him in the body that young man had so generously offered a few months ago.
Wangji felt enraged, mad with grief, for them both. Two lives taken for no reason other than... than what? Wangji didn't know, couldn't bring himself to care to think about it. Whatever reasons, they were meaningless. Everything had become meaningless again the moment Wangji had to swipe a hand over Wei Ying's eyes to close them forever.
Everything happened in a blur after that. Wangji had never thought himself violent, tried to be clear-headed and not assign blame where it wasn't necessary... and yet... the reason for Wei Ying's death was right there, looking stupidly incredulous, crying, as if that hadn't been his plan all along. As if he hadn't been parading how he'd kill Wei Ying if he ever came to life again.
Wangji didn't think. If he had, he would have at least been more strategic about things and he would have been successful in the end. But no, he didn't think. He drew Bichen out and attacked. In hindsight, why did he do that? For revenge? For justice? For himself to feel like he hadn't yet again been a simple bystander to his lover's demise?
He killed seven Jin cultivators, three Jiang guards and gravely injured sect leaders Jiang and Jin, who, of course, jumped to their nephew's rescue.
Jin Ling got out alive in the end, unscathed. Wangji didn't even get the chance to get close enough to even touch him before he had those two liabilities in his way. And he would have killed them with no problem, like he did their cultivators, but Xichen intervened and Wangji couldn't bring himself to attack his own brother. Not fatally.
They subdued him somehow. They didn't let him bury Wei Ying, and they wouldn't tell him what they did with his body either. Nobody spoke a word to him after his imprisonment. And he never spoke again either.
They brought Lan Sizhui to see him. Wangji had refused to look at the boy (no, young man, he wasn't a boy anymore) and never answered to anything he asked, not even as he broke down in tears, Lan Jingyi barely managing to keep his friend from falling to the floor.
"Hanguang-Jun, you- you're my father, you saved me, you're my family, at least spare me one look-"
"I will be executed."
The silence befell the three figures, the familiar sound of nothingness Wangji had grown so used to.
Lan Sizhui's voice shook, his fingers clammored on the cell bars. "No, no... this- I'll try to talk to-"
"I want to be executed."
"No!" Lan Sizhui screamed, the echo of it almost painful. "What about me then?! What about me?! Who will take care of me and help me and teach me?!"
"You are old enough. You are skilled and trained. You will manage." Wangji's voice had come out low and indifferent. He hadn't meant it to, but there was no more emotion left in him to fix it.
"No!" Lan Sizhui screamed again, even more desperate. "Are you even hearing yourself?! Do you really think this is what Wei-"
Wangji shouted before he could stop himself "Don't!"
Lan Sizhui recoiled, hard. Wangji hated seeing him scared, much less scared of him. Sizhui, A-Yuan, had never been scared of him. Not until then. But Wangji was beyond self control. No, he was an open wound, a dying animal, a man with nothing left but the hope that his torment would end some day soon.
"I have commited a crime and I will receive my punishment."
Sizhui had calmed down somewhat, but something in his demeanor changed, his voice cold and accusing. "Is this why you did it? So that you'll die too?"
Wangji couldn't have responded if he had wanted to.
"Maybe I don't know much about him. He was dead for most of my life until now and it seems like that's how it's going to be from now on too."
Wangji saw something shift in Sizhui's expression, something that resembled the tyrant they defeated decades ago in the war. "But even so, I know he will never forgive you if this is how you choose to die. And I won't either."
And with that, the stone walls, the metal bars and the silence remained Wangji's only companions.
He closed his eyes. A melody fell from his lips before he could stop it.
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Surpassing the Trespassers
MEMORY VERSE OF THE WEEK
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+James 1:22 Do not merely listen to the word, and so deceive yourselves. Do what it says.
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VERSE OF THE DAY
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+ Matthew 6:14-15 For if you forgive others their trespasses, your heavenly Father will also forgive you, but if you do not forgive others their trespasses, neither will your Father forgive your trespasses.
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** SAY THIS BEFORE YOU READ; HERE’S SOME CHRISTIAN TRUTHS **
I AM FORGIVEN
I AM RIGHTEOUS
I AM LOVING
I AM FORGIVING
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THOUGHTS:
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Apologies are sometimes hard to do because it’s us putting our emotions aside and caring about how someone else feels, and a lot of times, that doesn’t feel good at all. I can say that sometimes it’s hard to apologize when I haven’t done anything wrong, but I have learned it’s not about me. It’s not about the other person; it’s about God. A lot of us can’t get past that part; we are focused on ourselves and how hurt we are and the situation, but God wants us to look over what’s going on and what’s happening and stay focused on him.
Jesus was teaching one day, and one of the things he said to his disciples was this: “Even if they sin against you seven times in a day and seven times come back to you saying ‘I repent,’ you must forgive them. Luke 17:4”
It says here we must forgive and also says here that no matter how many times we offend someone, we must go back and repent or ask forgiveness; see, people look at this verse and say see you have to forgive them, but it also says we must go and be forgiven too, that it doesn’t matter how many times but we must do that, this clears both parties and must do this now ALOT of people are going refuse to apologize but if you're going to be a child of God with a Christ-like mindset you must do this. Jesus didn’t say this walk was going to be easy. I have apologized to people more times than I can count, but I can’t focus on that. I must focus on God and my relationship with HIM.
Proverbs 15:1 A soft answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger.”
When we think we have offended someone ,telling someone to get over it or saying oh, you be okay, stuff like this doesn't help it. No, these words aren’t complicated, but they don’t help at all; they don’t help establish that you are sorry; it just adds fuel to the fire, but just like anything, we have to allow the Holy Spirit to show us how to fix the problem, we can think we know how to do this, but we don’t! We must learn that the Holy Spirit knows everything, and he will direct our path when we don’t know, but we must render him everything so that he can guide us; we must rely on the Holy Spirit.
“John 13:35 By this all people will know that you are my disciples, if you have love for one another.”
When we ask for someone to forgive us, we are showing love. Jesus showed this the whole time he was here; he showed love; he didn’t let what people did or said take him out of character because he loved beyond what they said. He knew words were just words, and he didn’t let them affect him. We must be the same way people will see who we are if we show love; people will know you by the fruits you bare, and people can see who is genuine and who is just doing it just because!
Forgiveness is hard, but we must understand that God forgave us, and if he can forgive us of ALL, not some, but ALL of our transgressions, don’t you think we can forgive other people? It’s letting go and allowing yourself to forgive yourself because we are causing damage to ourselves when we don’t; we are causing damage to our self when we don’t ask forgiveness instead of saying she’s alright or we good , no make sure that the person you offended is alright because the very things we speak can cause us problems later we will be judge by every idle word and every thought!
**Today, God is asking us to go to the people that we think don’t deserve an apology, go to the people we think YOU DIDN'T OFFEND, AND tell them you are sorry because when we take the time. We acknowledge someone’s feelings; it allows us even to know our own. A lot of times, we harbor on things we need to let go of; we harbor on things we think someone is mad at, and they aren’t; we all have something going on or something we are dealing with, and we need to look at life in that perspective sometimes it’s not about us it’s about God and how can we be pleasers to God! ©Seer~ Prophetess Lee
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Heavenly Father we thank you for everything we ask you today to help us forgive others of things they have done to us . It’s hard to do father to forgive someone of what they did because it’s hurts . We ask you to give us more strength to endure , give us more of you help us to be like you. Help us to look over someone’s actions and help us to be compassionate. Today please open our eyes if offended you or the Holy Spirit , please help us walk in holiness and clean ears and hand in Jesus Name Amen
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+ Colossians 3:13 Bearing with one another and, if one has a complaint against another, forgiving each other; as the Lord has forgiven you, so you also must forgive
+James 5:16 Therefore, confess your sins to one another and pray for one another, that you may be healed. The prayer of a righteous person has great power as it is working
+Luke 6:27 But I say to you who hear, Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you
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FURTHER READINGS
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Genesis 50:1- Exodus 2:10
Matthew 16:13-17:9
Psalm 21:1-13
Proverbs 5:1-6
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#bible#bible quotes#christian quote#daily devotion#daily devotional#inspiration#bible verse#christian life#christan life#scripture
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It's okay only when the stabbing is consensual.
@forgottensoulreaper is laying the truth on kusaka
“If I have to ask everyone I need to stab if I can stab them then how am I supposed to get my revenge?”
#forgottensoulreaper#ic#;feel my wrath and clear a path (ANSWERED ASKS);#;!crack/shitposting tba;#//this is really lost on him RIP. GOOD WORK THO SENNA SDFKHSDFJHSDFGJ
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so in honor of bo burnham coming back to the internet with a few new songs, i would like to pitch the idea of the brothers reacting to bo burnham MC? like they perform a comedy sketch at one of Diavolo party's, and i just hear MC complaining about the human realm. if not that's cool too!
(Forgive me, I’ve listened to a total of three Bo Burnham songs, my knowledge is not up to snuff)
Lucifer
A normal stuffy party, this was where Lucifer thrived, the only thing he could possibly ask for was for his dear little brothers and MC to behave.
It appears he severely underestimated MC.
One minute he’s talking with some nobles and the next he’s hearing hysterical laughter from the other side of the room. Oh father above… was MC doing their comedy thing? Here?!
MC was funny, Lucifer had to admit, but he did not think that their brand of humour would mix well with the current guests.
Wait- was that their fucking keyboard?? Who brought that?! He needs to put a stop to the fun! Stuffy parties aren’t supposed to be fun!
Mammon
UUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH lame party! Why was Mammon even there? This was not his scene.
Where was MC? They were funny… they better make their first man laugh!
And make Mammon laugh they did. Constant whining normally isn’t funny but MC turns it into an art.
If only they had their keyboard…
Gasp! His prayers had been answered! Time to start charging party guests to have the privilege of listening to his MC!
Oh shit, Lucifer’s coming to crash the party within a party! Someone do something!
Leviathan
Oh father above… someone let him go home… people here… people there… people everywhere…
No one would expect the Grand Admiral of Hell himself to be shaking in his boots at the mere thought of social interaction, but yet, here he was.
He needed someone… something, just make a distraction so he could escape!
Gasp! MC! Making people laugh and drawing a crowd! His saviour! His Henry had valiantly come to his rescue!
Time to book it, and fast, because Lucifer is on a warpath…
Satan
Another day, another boring party at Diavolo’s castle. As good as the Avatar of Wrath is at socializing at these events, it was getting boring.
A bark of laughter from Mammon jolted Satan out of his thoughts. Hark, what was his scummy brother laughing about?
Ah, MC! They were out and about telling their jokes, and bringing in a bit of a crowd. Satan smiled and walked over, hoping to hear the rest of MC’s sketch.
After laughing along with crowd, Satan noticed… ugh, Lucifer coming over to crash the party. Satan just happened to let his drink spill onto the floor, just a smidge. And Lucifer just… happened to slip a little.
Hehehehe, let the comedy continue 😈
Asmodeus
Hmmmm… this party was missing something… ah, it was missing a massive dose of S I N.
It just wasn’t a Devildom party if disrespect to the big man upstairs wasn’t involved 😔. But look yonder, MC’s starting a comedy sketch! Yay! That’s Asmo’s MC.
As much as he tried to suppress it, that evening, the nobility was introduced to Asmo’s actual laugh. There was a lot of wheezing and snorting.
Oh and someone brought MC’s keyboard! Wonderful! He’s got to take a video for Devilgram to not so secretly flex on all his followers.
“Exclusive comedy show @ The Demon Lord’s Castle ;) having the time of my life here!”
Beelzebub
After clearing out the entire hors d’oeuvres table, Beel wasn’t having the best time… all the mini crab legs were gone :(
Hm… now he was sad… someone make him feel better…
Oh! Mammon was laughing, what was he- oh! MC! MC being funny! :0
All the witty commentary and one liners made excellent distractions from Beel’s hunger. Hang on… was he forgetting something? Right! He brought MC’s keyboard for them!
Yay! Now MC can do their songs! :D
Belphegor
*SNORE*
Hm? What? Music? MC? Oh, oh yes.
It’s no secret that Belphie has a bit of a distaste for Diavolo, but MC’s humour is exactly his type, so taking over this literal snooze fest of a party was a one way ticket to Belphie’s heart.
But oh no, Lucifer’s coming over- wait he slipped- nope still coming- BEEL DO SOMETHING.
And Beel just… steps in Lucifer’s path. Perfect. The show shall go on.
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This one didn’t turn out as fun as I thought it would 😅 sorry there anon.
#obey me#obey me!#Obey me! Headcanons#Obey me Headcanons#obey me! shall we date?#obey me shall we date#obey me mc#Obey me Lucifer#Obey me Mammon#Obey Me Leviathan#Obey me Satan#Obey me Asmodeus#Obey me Beelzebub#Obey me Belphegor
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good for nothing
member: juyeon
genre: angst (royal au)
word count: 4,635
synopsis: despite being the first born and the kingdom’s princess, you lived your whole life in the shadow of the crown prince born to a concubine. in your plot for revenge, a fool in love comes along your path.
warning(s): violence
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Princess Y/n. You were the first born of the king and queen, educated beyond societal standards for girls, and incredibly beautiful. Yet, you were disregarded and looked down on since the moment you were born. Your brother, who was born to a concubine, was the crown prince and received much greater respect. The reason? You were a girl. A good-for-nothing girl as your father called you on multiple occasions.
The king was ashamed to have his first born be a daughter. He also felt threatened by your rejection of the status quo. Because of this, he grabbed every opportunity to make you submit to him.
You were exceptionally smart but no one cared to notice. Your desire to learn was ignored and you were forced to embroider butterfly patterns instead. At a young age, you realized your place. You knew your designated fate was to be a political pawn meant to be married off at a beautiful age. To protect the royal family that never considered you as one of their own, you were to marry a complete stranger one day.
However, just because you realized your place didn’t mean you accepted it. You defied the rules at every chance you saw. You remained a headache for the king, but a small enough headache to avoid his wrath.
Unbeknownst to him, you were well versed with the dirty politics of the country. Ever since you were a little girl, you would eavesdrop into the ministers’ conversations and manipulate the eunuchs to take a peak at written grievances sent to the king. You knew about the starving peasants he ignored and the bribes he received. As you grew older, you became hungry for power. When it became apparent that the king was blocking any hope for you, you were determined to take as many people down with you. You refused to suffer alone.
The king always berated you for being greedy. Greedy for education. Greedy for acknowledgement. Greedy for a life that was more than just being a good wife. He reminded you again and again that you would never have a voice in official affairs.
Every time you left his chamber after another lecture, you made sure to humiliate the embarrassment the kingdom called the crown prince. You would outshine him one way or another. Whether it be pointing out his grammar mistakes in front of the scholars or exposing his secret palace escapes to the queen, you would dampen his mood for the day. It was the only thing that gave you a speck of joy.
There was also only one thing that gave you something to look forward to. For years, you had been conspiring against the royal family. You despised the royal family and its classist, sexist, and pretentious values. You planned on getting rid of it once and for all. The kingdom deserved a leader that would rule benevolently. Slowly but surely, you gained the loyalty of several ministers. Soon enough, you would be able to execute the meticulous coup d'état.
But until then, you had to continue to be nothing but the king’s puppet. Which included meeting your fiancé. You were introduced a week ago and wedding preparations were already in full swing.
The man you would be forced to wed, Lee Juyeon, was the first son of the Chief State Councillor. You didn’t like him the moment you saw him. He was a pretty face that grew up with his father’s full love and support. He was both elegant and masculine; he was the definition of perfect and you hated it. A person had to have flaws to be likeable.
For some crazy reason you couldn’t wrap your mind around, Juyeon was infatuated with you. He visited the palace every day just to have you decline his request for a meeting. He was persistent.
Unfortunately for you, he was also crafty. He figured out that announcing his arrival to the king was an effective way to see your face. The king was delighted to see the Chief State Councillor’s son head over heels for his daughter and thus, to your annoyance, daily meetings were arranged for you two.
“Tell me, Lord Lee, what about me is worthy of your obsession?” you asked.
You were sitting at one of the gardens within the palace walls. He had insisted on the location because of its romantic beauty.
“Then tell me, Your Highness, what about me is not to your liking?” he grinned.
“Do you wish to hear the answer of the princess or the answer of Y/n?” you raised a brow, making him laugh.
“You amuse me, Princess Y/n,” he turned his head to look at the pond.
You sighed, wondering how long you had until you could return to your residence. The man next to you was oblivious to your feelings as he rambled on about the dates he wanted to take you on. He caught your attention when he mentioned sneaking you out of the palace for half a day.
“You would really risk taking me outside of the palace?” you perked up.
He was excited to see you finally engaged in the conversation and nodded profusely. He promised to set up an elaborate plan for a smooth date. Grudgingly, you accepted his offer. Your wish to see the village overwhelmed your wish to avoid your soon-to-be consort.
The next day, a court lady secretly found you to notify you of his plans. To evade the eyes of palace maids, you were to escape through a path not commonly used. She helped you scale the wall and you froze when you saw Juyeon on the other side. You sat on top of the wall and he extended his hand for support. With a tight smile, you held his hand and jumped down.
He pulled the veil over your face to keep your identity hidden, blushing when his hand slightly brushed your cheek. He hopped onto the horse and gestured for you to do the same. Hesitantly, you held his hand again to climb on.
Using the excuse of maintaining balance, he urged you to hold on tightly. You weren’t left with an option when he sped up, prompting you to instinctively hug his waist. You didn’t have to see his face to know that he was smiling like a fool.
At last, you finally arrived at the village. Fascinated at the change in environment, you looked like a child surrounded by toys. Chuckling, Juyeon admired the view in front of him. In his eyes, you were prettier than any flower and sweeter than any candy. Feeling his gaze on you, you cleared your throat and began walking.
There was so much to look at. He caught you staring at the rows of yeot and purchased the confectionery without you asking. You immediately popped one into your mouth and he laughed when your cheeks expanded to resemble a squirrel.
“Are you teasing me?” you frowned.
“No, I am appreciating your adorable and lovely appearance,” he answered as he handed you the bag holding the rest of the yeot. His words didn’t fluster you. You simply rolled your eyes and resumed walking.
His long legs were quick to catch up with you. Enjoying your presence, he watched as you fawned over little trinkets. It was a new side of you that he had never seen.
Stopping at an accessory shop, you scanned the norigaes displayed on the table. One of them caught your eye and you held it up for a closer look. It was a beautiful pale pink color that perfectly matched your current hanbok.
“It seems a norigae is better at capturing your heart than I am,” Juyeon pouted.
“Perhaps it is prettier than you,” you shrugged.
“Is this an implication that I am pretty? To a certain extent?” he beamed.
“How do my words become that?” you exclaimed.
With another laugh, he took the accessory from your grasp and went to pay for it. You blinked at the sudden sight of his back, noticing for the first time how broad his shoulders were. When he came back to your side, he held the norigae in front of you but pulled it back when you reached out for it. He pointed at the bag of yeot and opened his mouth. Baffled, you turned around to walk away.
He caught your wrist and spun you back around. He bent down and your face stopped an inch away from his. His usual shy self was gone and he had a confident smirk on his lips.
“Does your heart not sway even at a close distance like this?” he asked. This time, he caught you off guard. When you finally came back to your senses, you hurriedly shoved a piece of yeot into his mouth and stormed off.
“Y/n, you make me laugh too hard and too much!” you heard his voice call out, making you blush crimson with embarrassment.
With your upcoming wedding looming over your head, it became increasingly difficult to communicate with the ministers. There were too many eyes to be wary of. Juyeon, of course, was one of them.
As you spent more time with him, you realized how sentimental he was. He brought you small, meaningful gifts and loved to tell you about the meanings behind each flower.
“Did you know that the plum blossom is one of the indications of spring's arrival?” he asked one day. “They can bloom as early as late March.”
“I think it is quite obvious that it is spring,” you commented, pointing at the variety of flowers surrounding you.
“My personal favorite flower is the rose of sharon,” he continued. “It is nicknamed the “immortal flower” and means “eternal blossom that never fades” because of its resilience. It regrows despite harsh conditions and even after it is damaged. Amazing, isn’t it?”
You hummed, looking for the flower he was talking about.
“I used to hope that our kingdom would take after the flower. We have survived through many tragedies and I hope that we will survive through anything else that tries to beat us down,” his words pricked you for some reason. Would your rebellion be seen as a tragedy or as a heroic deed?
“Now, I like to think that our love will be like the rose of sharon. My love for you will never fade and I will continue to pine after you despite your harsh words. Even if you hurt me, my feelings will transcend time,” he smiled. “The flower does not bloom until July. My wish is to go see them with you. Would you bless me with your presence when the time comes?”
You observed his lovestruck expression and couldn’t bring yourself to say no. Again, you were at a loss trying to understand why he was so besotted with you. His childlike innocence was almost pure to a fault in a place like the palace.
“I shall consider it if you teach me how to swing a sword,” you proposed.
He couldn’t hide both his shock and happiness. He was confused as to why you wanted to ever hold a weapon but glad that you were slowly opening up to him. Without a second thought, he agreed to your proposition.
Juyeon was full of bliss at the thought of spending more time with you. Teaching you swordsmanship would allow him to be intimate with you and he was thrilled. At your first secret lesson, his heart raced at your proximity as he guided your hands on how to properly wield the blade.
A week passed by and you quickly improved each day. Eventually, you became skilled enough to land a fake jab. Seeing your proud smile, he grinned as well.
“I guess I should be on edge now. If I annoy my princess one too many times, my life will literally be at your hands,” he joked.
“Do you regret training me?” you smirked.
“Ah, was this all a part of your plan?” he pretended to gasp. “Either to kill me off or to threaten me to obedience?”
Not finding his joke funny, you blankly stared at him. Noticing the sudden chill in the atmosphere, he awkwardly laughed.
“Do not worry, Your Highness. I will always do as you say. You do not need a sword to make me behave.” he smiled.
You hated to admit it but he had grown on you. His constant attempts to tear down your wall had finally made a crack. You had to stop before he became your weakness.
For the first time in a while, you were summoned to the king’s chamber. Expecting another reprimand, you dreaded the walk there. To your surprise, however, you were greeted with a smile he hadn’t given you in years. It kind of freaked you out.
“You called for me, Your Majesty?” you bowed.
“I hear you have been getting along wonderfully with the Chief State Councillor’s son. Finally, you are fulfilling your duty as this kingdom’s princess,” he commended.
What a back-handed compliment. You wanted to roll your eyes at his passive aggressiveness. Holding back your urges, you politely smiled instead.
“I just wanted to let you know that I will be in a hurry to complete your wedding. I need the Chief State Councillor’s support to find a suitable wife for the crown prince,” he announced.
“Is my marriage merely a way for the crown prince to find a wife with a powerful family?” you shot back.
Your question turned the mood scarily sour. You felt his anger rise as he chastised you for your impudence and disrespect.
“The crown prince is the future leader of our kingdom. He is more than deserving of the immense care, thought, and effort that goes into picking his consort. His consort will be this kingdom’s queen and will be the one to bear the next king. You are nothing but a useless girl who will belong to a different family.”
“I am still a member of the royal family, am I not?”
“You are just a good-for-nothing girl that will leave this palace soon,” he spat. “Now leave. You are dismissed.”
On your way out, you ran into the crown prince who looked at you in a way you found to be offensive. You paused your steps and turned around.
“I wish you fertility, Crown Prince. After all, the kingdom relies on your performance to produce an heir to the throne,” you said, lacing your words with venom. “I would imagine you would hate having to adopt a nephew.”
You could tell you had gotten under his skin yet again and left satisfied. You loathed and condemned your family with a burning passion. You couldn’t wait for the day it would all come to a bitter end.
While you were brooding, you didn’t notice Juyeon sneaking up on you. When you finally saw him, you nearly jumped. Your hand reached out to cover your heart, trying to calm it down. Sheepishly, he apologized for startling you.
Trying to keep you from walking away from him, he held onto the hem of your sleeve. Your heart softened at the gentle manner he treated you with. Ignoring your instincts, you let him cling onto you. Instead of making you turn around to face him, he walked in front of you.
“Will you accompany me to the garden today as well?” he asked earnestly.
Knowing that the court ladies were watching, you reluctantly accepted his invitation once again. This time, he surprised you with a bag filled with yeot. He looked so proud of himself for remembering your love for the sweet treat that it made you laugh. As a reward, he grabbed a piece for himself. Unaware of the smudge it left on the corner of his lips, he was conscious of your gaze and tried to look attractive.
“Worry not, Your Highness. You will get to look at this face every day and every night once we marry,” he assured.
Despite his wise exterior, he had a goofy side to him. He was pure and innocent—everything you weren’t. You could see why the king favored him so much.
“I do not understand why you are so eager to become my consort,” you suddenly blurted. “You know that it is just a flashy title that does not award you with much privileges. It is an empty position; you cannot hold office without a special order from the king. Do you simply see yourself as a stepping stone for your father to bring honor to your family?”
“Is my love for you an acceptable response?” he asked after some thought.
“Is it truly worth your dangerous status as the princess’s husband and king’s son-in-law? The royal family has many enemies,” you warned.
“I will be the one to protect you from such enemies,” he declared.
Was he naive or has his affection for you blinded him?
“Princess Y/n,” he said solemnly as he held your hand. “I promise to love and protect you for as long as my heart beats. No, even after it ceases to beat, I will still yearn for you. I will not demand or expect you to do the same. Even if your feelings for me are not as strong as my feelings for you, I will not blame you. But will you please give me the chance to try to win you over?”
His confession triggered an alarm in your head. He was never supposed to fall for you this hard and you were never supposed to allow him to. He had no idea how cunning and conniving you really were. Only the people in the palace knew how cold-hearted you could be. You had to be in order to survive.
You refused to give him a reply and pulled your hand away. His face fell but he forced himself to smile again. In an attempt to break the tension, he made a random comment on the weather.
After you two parted, you decided to speed things up to initiate the revolt. Once you joined hands in marriage, Juyeon would inevitably end up a target as well. If you wanted to spare him, you needed to overthrow the corrupted royal family before he became a part of it.
It was officially the day before the insurrection. To be honest, you weren’t really nervous. This was what you had been anticipating your entire life.
Yet why did you have a moment of weakness when you saw Juyeon that afternoon? He approached you with that boyish smile that did wonders to your normally rational mind. Feeling what you believed was pity, you wanted to leave him with a pleasant memory.
So you ended up convincing him to sneak you out of the palace again. This time, you were a lot more enthusiastic. You wanted to try all the pastries and insisted that he taste them too.
“You seemed to have a lot on your mind these days,” he carefully pointed out. “Has the problem that has been bothering you been resolved now?”
“It will soon,” you eluded.
You stared at the man in front of you, observing his features. He was, without a doubt, good looking. You could see why all the court ladies, palace maids, and girls of the village were so smitten with him. But you still didn’t get why he chose you to fawn over. Maybe it was because of the lack of affection you grew up with but something about having someone care for you was unsettling.
You had suitors court you before but none of them were as devoted as Juyeon. He always came off as genuine. Perhaps his sincerity was what made you lower your guard.
“I promise to lavish you with such outings if that is what makes you happy,” he proclaimed, almost making you laugh.
“Why do you make so many vows?” you inquired.
“I am a man who keeps his word and you are the only one I give it to,” he grinned. You wondered how happy he had to be to smile so often. You rarely had reasons to be smiling.
He glanced down at the table and examined the rows of binyeos. Holding one up, he held the hair pin against your hair.
“May I gift you this binyeo?” he asked.
You pursed your lips, feeling just a tad bit of guilt. You were used to being showered with extravagance but with Juyeon, it was different. There was an emotional value attached to each present.
“Only if you promise me one other thing,” you negotiated.
“Of course. I will do anything you ask of me,” he responded.
“Promise me that you will not visit the palace tomorrow,” you said sternly. He looked at you with curiosity.
“Tomorrow is… a day of mourning for me. I do not wish to see you until the day after,” you lied.
“This is the first time you have expressed your desire to see me,” he lit up at your last sentence. “I will prepare a magnificent date for when I see you over-morrow.”
You almost felt sorry for his naiveté. And you almost—just almost—felt sorry for deceiving him.
The fateful day arrived at last. You stood, taking one last glimpse at your reflection. Subconsciously, your hand reached out to touch the binyeo in your hair.
The roars of the royal guards and the clanks of combat rumbled throughout the palace. With a determined look, you left your chamber. The sword in your clenched fist dragged across the ground as you made your way to the throne hall.
When you finally busted through the door, the king sat as if he had been waiting for you.
“I should have known that this was your doing,” he scowled. “Was your luxurious life as a princess not enough for you? Could you not fight the temptation of avarice?”
“Nothing about my life was ever comfortable,” you corrected. “I always had to play along to match your mood in order to avoid being married off to an old man just out of your spite. You tried to drill your toxic mentality in me because my individuality terrified you. You made it a point to constantly tear me down. So I made it a point to see your demise.”
“You have always been this sly ever since you were a little girl. I knew I would regret your birth the moment I saw your eyes. And I was right. You are nothing but a vile bitch.”
“For the longest time, I thought I was deserving of your hatred. But I came to the realization that you simply belittled me just for being a girl. Do not forget, Your Majesty, that the womb inside me is the same as the one that bore you the crown prince.”
Mockingly, you approached the throne. It was incredible how that one seat gave its owner immense power.
“Speaking of which, why is it that only men carry on the family name?” you questioned. “Do you not realize that women are the ones who carry on the precious bloodline you always speak of? It is the body of women that conceive and grow another human inside them. It is the body of women that suffer through labor to deliver you children and nurture them to good health. The only thing you do is spread your seeds like a fruit. And then blame women for your own infertility.”
“All throughout history, it has been men who carried on the royal bloodline. What makes you think that you are worthy of special treatment?”
“Bloodline, bloodline, bloodline,” you rolled your eyes in irritation. “Do not fool yourself. It is not blood you care about but name. Men may carry on the nameline but we are the ones who give you the royal blood pumping in your veins.”
You sloppily lifted the sword to the king’s neck, smirking.
“I knew you would be the one to bring my downfall,” he glared.
“Well, how does it feel to have all your fears come true, my king?” you taunted. “You were always afraid that I would either surpass you or ruin you. Now, I will be the one to end this damned bloodline. This good-for-nothing girl will take back the royal blood that was given to you by a woman.”
With that, you slashed his neck. Blood splattered across the wall and on your face. You grimaced, wiping away the warm liquid. You were surprisingly calm in front of such a gruesome sight. That was, until Juyeon came bursting through the door.
After he had parted from you the day before, he could not get you out of his mind. Something about your eyes had been melancholic. Your words sounded like a foreshadow and it left him feeling disturbed. So he broke his promise and went to the palace to see you again. He was alarmed to see the chaos ensuing and immediately searched for you. However, he never expected the situation he stumbled into.
“P-Princess Y/n,” he stuttered, making you aim the weapon at yourself. You never intended or wanted him to witness this.
“Do not come any closer,” you warned.
“Your Highness, please. Put the sword down,” he begged.
“I cannot,” you gulped. “This is how it must end.”
“We-we can run away. Together. We can leave everything behind and I will keep you safe,” he said as he tried his best to stay calm.
You wanted to both laugh and cry. Your life was a suicidal mission. You knew from the beginning that you would not be able to survive. If you failed, you would be executed for treason. If you succeeded, you would be executed to officially end the royal bloodline.
You had to admit, you slightly wavered at one point. Juyeon’s promise to make you happy was enticing. To someone who never strayed close to emotions before, he was like a miracle. He made you feel all sorts of things that you were glad to have experienced.
“I apologize, Lord Lee,” you sadly smiled before you stabbed the blade into your stomach.
“No!” he screamed as he ran to your side.
You slowly fell to the ground with Juyeon’s arms wrapped around your body. His hands shook above the wound as he cried, knowing that he couldn’t take it out without ensuring your death. He never thought that what he taught you would be used against yourself. If he had known that this was what you planned on using your skills for, he never would have taken your offer.
“I am afraid I will not be able to go see the rose of sharons with you,” you said as a tear escaped your eyes.
Your vision began to cloud and you felt the life in you leave with every breath you took. You didn’t even realize that your hand was gripping his clothes, crinkling it. Another tear rolled down your cheek as your head fell back, your neck unable to support it any longer.
He desperately clung onto you, holding your head in his bloodied hands.
“I will bring the flowers to you,” he affirmed.
“Another promise,” you chuckled.
“This one I will be sure to keep,” he stated as his own tears fell to your face.
Next to the weapon embedded in you was the norigae he bought you the first time you escaped the palace together. He looked up to see that you were wearing the binyeo he bought you as well. He sobbed, holding onto you tighter.
“I hope to be reborn as a rose of sharon. That way, I can come see you every spring,” you whispered before you closed your eyes for the last time.
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Here’s a prologue for my The Mummy AU!
This all started because of the moodboards above, created by @memes-saved-me and @harringrove000 . I just couldn’t help myself.
Here’s my original post about this au (it includes links to the moodboards) ~
And @hoegrove I know you wanted to see this so 🌹
Read on ao3 ~
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The overhead bulbs and candlelight cast harsh shadows and warm light throughout the grimy bar. Everyone glistened with sweat from the desert heat. The night brought with it gentle, cool breezes over the Nile, but in this packed place, the occasional thworp of paper and silk fans being thrown open could be heard. Even the swish of luxurious ostrich feathers swayed to cool people off.
Steve moved his legs to cross his knees, the papyrus green trousers brushing against the military beige breeches of the man sitting opposite him at their small, round, gambling table. They had gathered quite an audience; the messy pile of money had long since included bets beyond Steve and this man’s wagers. Steve hadn’t caught his name, but he felt the heat of his body through their trouser fabrics, and more than once caught himself staring at how the light gleamed in that dark blond, honeyed hair.
“You trying to distract me?”
“No,” Steve smirked, “I’m trying to get comfortable.”
“Stressed?” the man crooned.
Steve removed his gaze from those pin-made waves of his hair. They had long since given up their shape to the day’s heat, but a tress outright curled over this handsome bastard’s forehead. Steve dared to think he looked better unkempt. “Not one bit. Play your cards. You’re dressed like you have somewhere to be.”
“I’m in no rush,” he replied lethargically, like this was exactly where he wanted to be.
Steve let his eyes wander him a little more. “You sure? You look like a military man.”
“Honorably discharged.”
“Congratulations.”
Steve knew his eyes were blue, but in this lighting they looked like clear glass over onyx pupils when he tilted his head to look at Steve curiously. The latter retaliated before he even spoke. “Is that a strange thing to say?”
The blond shrugged with a gentle shake of his head as he plucked at his cards, rearranging them in his hand. “Only if you worship at the alter of hyper patriotism and military imperialism.”
Some chuckles sounded around them as harlots shared long, cigarette filter stems with their johns, and the barkeeps made glass clatter. Steve exhaled in a huff. “Whatever that means. I’d like to win, already. Play your cards.”
“You first, dear.”
He did, laying down his fan of cards underneath the row of cards from the dealer. The Madame of the place listened to their exchanges with amusement but kept it professional as she narrated, “Full house. Always something to brag about. And you, Mr. Hargrove?”
Hargrove, huh? Steve mused as he watched for any amount of discomfort on the man’s face. He didn’t get it.
“Straight flush,” the Madame said, aligning the winning cards with those from Steve’s and her own line. Steve had practically given him that win. And more of his father’s allowance than he would ever admit.
Hargrove moved a stack of chips to the Madame’s side of the table for a substantial tip, and then offered that hand to Steve. “Good game, Mr…?”
His eyes lolled under a slow blink before he accepted the hand. “Just Steve. It’s what I get for losing.”
“Let me top off your drink, at least, Steve.”
He took his loss with grace and stood to follow Hargrove to the bar. The crowd separated for him apart from a random slap on the back and long fingers stroking his hair in consolation. Hargrove reached the bar first, and watched all this while leaning back on his elbow. A light overhead moved across the exposed skin of his chest, just as honeyed as the rest of him, and the sparse hair there. Steve discretely lowered his gaze as if to not trip over the tiled stair raising the bar from the regular floor.
“Do you come here often?”
Steve snorted a quiet laugh and lifted his gaze. “You’ve already got me here. Ask me a real question.”
Hargrove smiled as the barkeep approached. “A bottle of red, please. Two glasses. It is a real question. People respond to you as if they know you here.”
Steve mirrored his stance and leaned into his elbow on the bar. “My sister and I come here sometimes. When we want to get away from…all of it.”
Hargrove hummed deep in his chest as the sound of a cork popping briefly diverted their attention. “Sister?”
“Stepsister, if you want to get specific, but she’s not here. You’ve only got little ol’ me.”
The barman poured two glasses without stopping, holding the vessels together with a practiced hand before he set them and the bottle on the bar. Hargrove paid him as he replied, “I have one of those. A stepsister, I mean. Although I don’t know how much it counts if you haven’t seen your so-called family in years.”
Steve reached for his wine and asked before he meant to, “Do you miss her?”
It was a bit too personal of a conversation between strangers. Hargrove’s pause made him quickly add, “You don’t have to answer that.”
“I’ll miss you, depending on how the rest of this night goes.”
Steve coughed on his wine. Hargrove chuckled as he offered a pale blue handkerchief to wipe his mouth. “Are you always this generous to people who’ve lost money to you?”
“Only the ones who are pretty enough to be a prize themselves.”
Steve’s eyes lolled in his head despite the rouge blooming in his cheeks and dusting across this throat. “If I’d known you were so used to winning I might’ve spent my money better.”
Hargrove’s eyes held steadily on him. “I’m glad you didn’t.”
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Steve’s back pressed hard enough against the wall to break the kiss with a huff. He craned his face towards the sky as Hargrove made him shudder with soft lips and prickling stubble on his throat. They could hear the bar’s goings-on just on the other side of the exterior wall, but leaving the humid interior was refreshing on their wine-flushed skin. The darkness of the Cairo alleyway freed Hargrove’s hands to massage Steve’s backside.
As Steve caught his breath, he managed to slip his own hand between them, feeling the muscle of that chest for himself before he ducked to taste Hargrove’s skin. Salt and the neutral sweetness of a man’s skin. He liked the little sounds that Hargrove hummed while making a mess of Steve’s hair.
“I want this hair all over me. Better than silk.”
Steve lifted back up to frame Hargrove’s head in his hands, claiming and tasting and licking into his mouth. The way Hargrove kissed—like Steve was an oasis and honeycomb. Delicious and all his. It made Steve want to have him right here. Better than wine and cigars—intoxicating, having this kind of attention all to himself.
Hargrove hummed again, this time to get Steve’s attention. “Put your arms around me. I’ll do the rest.”
He didn’t fully understand until his trouser buttons slid free with ease. Steve openly moaned in the wake of Hargrove’s hand massaging his front, finding which direction his erection stood and easing it out into the night air. As his warm palm pumped him to aching readiness, Steve’s hands continued to wander Hargrove’s body. The man kissed him in a rush, almost brutally plundering his mouth before releasing to latch onto Steve’s collarbone.
One of Steve’s arms remained anchored around Hargrove’s shoulders. The rest of him rocked gently against the man intent to take him apart in a back alley—not that Steve minded one bit. His other hand pushed aside that half-open shirt to squeeze a nipple. Hargrove groaned deliciously and lifted his head to give Steve’s ear the same tantalizing attention—
Steve frowned a little at the hard and heavy rock of a thing knocking against his hand. It didn’t take much to pry the thing out of Hargrove’s jacket breast pocket. Steve didn’t have the time or the lighting to see what it really was. He had half a mind to hold onto it just out of petty spite. A token for taking so much out of his own wallet.
A reason for Hargrove to find him the next day.
Except a voice made Steve chirp, “Huh?”
And then Hargrove faced him with the same curiosity. They realized together that neither of them had spoken. Gas and oil lanterns were quickly moving through the alleyway, held aloft by harsh voices.
“Shit!” Steve hissed, rapidly putting himself back in his trousers. He yelped a choked sound as Hargrove yanked him out of the alley by his arm.
“We gotta go!”
“No shit!”
“Split up!”
“What?”
“GO.”
With that, Hargrove shoved him right into the vaporous air of a crowded hookah restaurant. Steve could only dodge and duck around rapidly standing patrons as the police flooded inside. The kitchen staff only reacted after he’d already dashed through the room, and by then, the police were too held up to catch up with him. Steve didn’t stop running. He heard yelling and whistles in the streets behind him, but he kept going—Hargrove’s strange stone clutched tight in his hand.
Only once he’d finished a very round-about path back to his lodgings, did he sneak quietly past his sister’s room and light a lamp to see his prize. The octagonal…thing…fit well in his palm. On one face, jagged lines had been finely carved, but all around its edges were familiar hieroglyphics.
“Oh. What the hell—better yet, what is a handsome American in Egypt doing with you in his pocket?”
Steve went over to his writing desk to find his glasses in a drawer. He popped them on and recognized a cartouche when he saw one. “Seti. Pharaoh Seti, huh? Well, Robin’s going to be all over this when she sees it.”
A shrill whistle outside startled him enough to drop it heavily on his floor. The whistle sounded far away, but he remained very still in case the wrath of a woman awoken before dawn barged into his room.
If Robin woke up, Steve remained blissfully unaware. He quickly undressed, washed as much of himself as he was able with the washbasin, and collapsed onto the bed. With Hargrove’s fancy artifact on his bedside table, Steve let the memory of sharp beard stubble and firm hands guide his own down to his cock. He got himself back to standing and finished what Hargrove started quickly.
But it was soft lips, open arms, and steady eyes that eased Steve to longing sleep. A slumber so deep that had his stepsister threw a pillow at him the next morning for oversleeping on her way to work at the National Library.
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Title: The Man from the Sky
Pairing: Loki x Goddess!Reader
Summary: You were a Greek sea goddess, just enjoying a typical day of nothing when a strange new god dropped into your land.
Warnings: None yet. There is smut in future chapters already written. Will post more soon.
Notes: I’m aware that what we’d think of as ancient Greece well predates who we’d call the vikings and their like cruising around the seas. This doesn’t take place at the height of the Greek pantheon worship, but old enough in human history that some men still believed in both sets of deities.
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You dipped your feet a little deeper into the warm water as it lapped the edges of the rock you sat upon. The sea was calm today, and the wind gentle as the nymphs chatted around you about the usual things. A bit of gossip one had heard from a local river nymph, a new shipwreck one had found, status of a fish migration from another.
You wouldn’t exactly call it boring though, you specifically chose these more remote areas when you came ashore for this very reason. It was so much more unlikely for you to run afoul of mortals here, or even others of your own kind that you may not feel like putting on airs with at this very moment.
It was so quiet in fact, that you were considering getting up to go lay in the sand on the beach in a few minutes and enjoy a nice nap in the sunlight.
That was before the boom which echoed through the air all around you. Somewhat like thunder, but not quite as all the nymphs fell silent.
When nothing came after, you felt all their eyes then turning to you. Their voices piped back up soon enough, though the tones in them changed to all nerves now.
“Do you wish to leave, milady?”
“Could it be Zeus?”
“But it didn’t sound like him.”
“Is there a volcano nearby?”
“What else could it be?”
“I don’t know what it was, I’ve never heard that sound.” You finally said, though now looking inward to the land. You were at least sure that the sound was not of the sea. But you refused to give in to the nymphs’ skittishness too quickly. And without real reason to leave, eventually you all did start to relax again.
Yet then came the cries. “Goddess, mistress please!” That cry absolutely was from the land as you looked in time to see the river nymph you’d met earlier in the day now running from the tree line and down onto the sands. She stumbled slightly, just before reaching you where the sea met the rocks.
She was panting, clearly having run some distance as she continued. “I’m so glad to still find you here,” She bowed slightly, only because she didn’t know you well enough to realize you didn’t require this.
“What is it?” You asked simply, honestly more curious now than anything else. What could she have seen that would strike her so alarming? Any nymph worth their ilk would know every creature, every natural occurrence, all that existed within their lands.
“There is a man in the forest, he came from the sky!” Yet she continued quickly, sure you would only think of Olympus. “But I do not recognize him as one of your own family. And his clothing, he is not of our territory. This I am sure, my goddess. I watched him only long enough to see that he was very angry. I am afraid of his intentions here.”
A man? But not truly a man. Mortals did not come from the sky.
“An angry god?” You said, now standing as you then stepped down from the rocks. The forest belonged to Artemis truthfully. But being this close to the sea, you thought that the older goddess would forgive you this if it came down to it. She would rather the nymphs be protected you were sure from any childish acts of a god’s wrath that may now come into play here.
You had brought no armor, the possibility of battle so far from your mind when you’d come ashore today. But that didn’t mean you travelled completely defenseless. “Bring me my spear please.” You requested of the sea nymphs.
Though they were still anxious, they responded dutifully, one sinking beneath the waves before reappearing with the glinting weapon in hand. It shone a brilliant silver, sea foam still running off its blue spear tip as she handed it to you out of the water.
“Show me the way, and I will investigate this stranger.” You spoke plainly, hopping down onto the sands as you strode barefoot towards the forest, spear in hand. “We will keep our distance as best we can, we don’t seek conflict, understood?”
“Yes, milady.” You heard, the sea nymphs staying behind you as the river nymph moved in front to lead you upward, the sand transitioning to rocky soil and the sparse vegetation and trees beginning to increase as you climbed the hillside.
For the sea nymphs, you could hear them losing their footing here and there in the loose soil, themselves of course far more adapted to swimming the ocean’s depths at your side rather than hiking up into the forests.
You did hope you were not putting any of them in danger. But if you felt they truly were in harm’s way, you would have no qualms in telling them to retreat back to the water at once.
“Up ahead,” The river nymph whispered to you, pointing towards a clearing you could now see leveling off in the distance. But the opening looked so strange with the density of the other trees now around you.
“Was that always there?” You asked her, knowing something unnatural when you saw it, even when this far from the water.
“No,” She confirmed. “When the sky opened up, it carved out the land as well. He appeared when that force receded.”
“Understood.” You replied, though in truth not really understanding at all as you motioned for all the others to proceed no further. You’d never seen something like this. “I will go alone. If he should attack me, please return to the sea to seek help.”
They fidgeted, looking unhappy but not arguing your choice. “Please be careful, goddess.”
You nodded, but kept on slowly. You tried to remember what you’d been taught as a little girl about stalking and hunting on land. So many moons ago, running through the forests with Artemis and at times Pan, being mentored before returning to the sea to your father, mother, and so many siblings.
But the closer you came, the more you realized that the stranger would likely not notice any sound of light footsteps approaching or ground shifting. As you neared, you saw his form pacing back and forth in the clearing, seemingly cursing to himself in a language that was not your own.
Yet it still sounded familiar. Abruptly you knew where you had heard a dialect like this before. It sounded so much like those voyagers from the northern seas. The ones with their longboats and course beards, sometimes with hair as red as fire as they fished and sang and fought.
And he did look as pale as them as well. But with hair like black of night, and a frame far more slender than the burly mortals you’d seen rowing those northern boats along. And just as the river nymph had warned, his clothing confused you as well. Rich green robe, but with black and gold as well. It was wholly foreign and exotic to you in its styling, as was he.
When she’d said a strange man had arrived, honestly you had also expected someone older in appearance. He looked quite youthful to be honest, even as his brow remained furrowed and his fists clenched at his sides.
And just when you thought his feet may actually cut a path in the earth from his agitated pacing, he finally slowed, then stopped all together.
This is when you froze as well, knowing you now had a decision to make. Should you keep to your hiding, just to hope he should eventually leave in whatever fashion he came? Or should you reveal yourself to question his identity and purpose here?
“Done spying yet, or do you intend to actually do something with that spear?” A cutting voice spoke abruptly to your side, so suddenly that you almost lost your footing, shocked as the same man emerged from behind other trees only feet from you.
But you still saw him in the clearing as well, at least you did momentarily before the image of him there dissolved, leaving only the form now nearest you.
“You speak my language?” Was all you questioned instead of answer him though, as he had said those last words only in your tongue. You also kept focusing on backing away as you chose to keep a safer distance. He was some sort of illusionist at least then, which could escalate the danger here very quickly if he made you lose your bearings.
And he was starting to circle you a bit you realized as he began to walk again. But you willed yourself to keep your spear at a neutral position, rather than aim at him, still not intending to provoke attack if it could be prevented. You had no idea what other strengths he might have, and your primary goal was still to keep the nymphs from getting caught in any crossfire.
“Not all of us are so uneducated,” He snapped back at you, still in your language, though you could detect that foreign accent underneath.
You were not wholly unused to rudeness though, yet it had been a very long time since you could recall being spoken to directly in such a manner. It was more the bickering between others in the palace that you were sometimes forced to be party to. Which was only another reason you often favored the relative isolation of the mortal world.
“You need not be so offended, stranger. I only came to see who had entered our land, and to protect my friends if need be.” You answered as reserved in tone as you could.
“Then you have done your duty, girl, and can now be gone. I came here to be alone. If I was actually intending to plunder this wasteland of nothingness, your little cohort never would have made it back to you to begin with.”
You stared, a little coldness entering your eyes then. So that was what had given you away. He’d already been aware of the river nymph to begin with, and had been waiting for someone to return the entire time while leaving that illusion of himself still in the clearing as distraction.
And he’d actually referred to you as ‘girl’. Did he really think you just one of the nymphs then? It was hard to say if he was intentionally trying to goad you, or if he really was so unfamiliar to not realize you for what you actually were.
You straightened a bit, replying, “Insults to our homeland aside, I will leave you to this quiet then, if you should at least tell me your name. You are clearly not of Olympus, and we still have right to know who it is who traverses into this particular land of mortals which we hold sovereignty over.”
He scoffed, clearly wishing to not speak to you even a moment longer. But in the way his chest puffed slightly, you thought it was only pride then that made him physically incapable of denying his identity.
He actually moved closer to you as well, that agitation still rising further in his voice. “Little fool, you stand before Loki! Son of Odin the Allfather. I am god of mischief, prince of Asgard. Your witless mortals should count their blessings that an Asgardian should ever see fit to even set foot here!”
You didn’t know if you’d been quick enough to mask the true surprise from your face. You had already assumed him a god. But never...never had you actually laid eyes on an Asgardian. They never came to this part of the world as far as you knew. And was he telling the truth? Was he really a son of Odin?
This stranger’s arrogance aside, if he were a child of Odin, you knew your own father would be furious with you if you were intentionally insulting now. Asgard and Olympus had never had the closest ties, but you were not enemies either. Asgard was honored by the mortals of the north, and Olympus still honored by those of the south, though perhaps not quite as much as the true olden days.
It took real will, but you bowed graciously to him in return. “It is an honor to meet you then, Loki, son of Odin.” As you straightened up, in his eyes you could see he was trying to judge you as sincere or not. But you just continued smoothly. “As promised, I shall leave you to your thoughts then. But I would be unmannered to not offer my assistance should you need a hostess in your time here as a guest in our land. My name is (Y/N), daughter of-”
You hesitated only the briefest moment, “of the sea,” is what you decided on though. Unlike Loki, you preferred a little anonymity with strangers. You didn’t wish to be targeted just for your lineage.
And with that, you turned, beginning to walk back towards the beach, even as you finished talking. “If you should need me, you need only find the sea’s edge and call for me. One of our creatures will hear you soon enough and seek me out.”
But some odd part of you regretted not being able to see his expression as you left. You wondered if you only would have seen more disdain and condescension at your offer.
Regardless, he said nothing else and soon enough you were back on the sand, the nymphs chittering in a mix of horror and awe around you.
“Who does he think he is, speaking to you that way!?”
“Do you really think he’s of Asgard? Shouldn’t we alert your father?”
“Why would he even come here? He seemed so bitter. Do you think they cast him out?”
“I’d cast him out, with a dirty attitude like that!”
You looked to the horizon, just taking a breath. “I don’t think we need to rush and tell my father just yet. But I do know where I want to go now.” You looked to the river nymph briefly though, “Please have those in the forest keep a distant eye on him. Should he leave or do anything else of note, please let us know.”
You glanced back to the sea nymphs then. “The rest of you return to the oceans. I’m going to Olympus, to the libraries there. I want to find out more about Asgard, to see if he is who he says he is. I’ll return to the water soon.”
They all nodded, “Yes, milady. Please let us know what you find!”
“I will,” you agreed, just watching them dissolve back into the waves.
Were you excited perhaps? Or just very curious? Nothing interesting in this way had happened in ages. You were determined to learn all you could on this new arrival.
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The Olympians had been a little surprised to see you gracing the halls there. So many of your cousins had dropped in time and again to say hello, curious themselves of why you were out of the water this long and seemingly such a bookworm all of the sudden.
And you did read for days. All you could find on Asgard, on Odin, the Norse mortals, and their language. You found record that Odin had born two sons, honestly an oddly low number you thought in comparison to the many children of your own kings.
But there in these tomes, were those two names, Thor and Loki. Thor, god of thunder, amusing of course in comparison to Zeus, king of all, including lightning. But also Loki, god of mischief, just as he’d said.
You were surprised, but enthralled as you actually found a drawing of Loki within the book. Though not completely accurate you thought, you still recognized that type of clothing. The green and gold, and the pale skin and black hair with his icy blue eyes. You tilted your head a little, looking at the gold helmet he wore in the artist’s depiction, with long horns curving from it like those of a great beast.
Was he really a beast? Or just a too arrogant manchild? And why did you increasingly wish to find out?
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(Continued in next chapter here)
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the prince and the jackal | {f}
collab oneshot | fantasy! au | 11.8k words
“Because the prince of the earth can make you fall not only for nature, but the boy who rules over it.”
s u m m a r y : in the Kingdom of Terrae, you, a metalbender, believe in the deforestation to modernise the land. As a member of the Lumberjackals, you thrive on cutting down trees and stealing resources until you get caught by the Crown Prince, Choi Beomgyu, a lover and embodiment of the nature you wish to destroy. However, instead of imprisoning you for your crimes, Beomgyu decides to show you the beauty and wonders of nature, leaving you to doubt your beliefs, your identity, and your very feelings for the certain boy determined to change you for the better.
w a r n i n g s : prince! beomgyu, woodcutter! metalbender! reader, reader hates wildlife and all things nature, beomgyu is sunshine and flowers and everything good, shit ton of wildlife and fantasy stuff, bts kim line are part of the lumberjackals so are evil in this story i am so sorry y’all, beomgyu has a pet squirrel called jisung yes han jisung, kind of enemies to lovers not really but im pretending it is
p l a y l i s t : fairy of shampoo by txt | colours of the wind by judy kuhn | willow by taylor swift
a u t h o r ‘ s n o t e : yes i am back from the dead to bring this fic hello!! this is a collab with @soobmint @juunnies @bffsoobin @honeyju pls do read their parts too they’re so sexc <3 do lemme know what you all think and thank you for reading!!
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“And this prayer I make,
Knowing that Nature never did betray
The heart that loved her.” — William Wordsworth, Tintern Abbey, 1798.
“ONE MORE BLOODY TREE, AND I’LL SCREAM THIS FOREST DOWN!”
You ignored the complaints of your comrades, trekking deeper into the forest.
The sun was nearly drowned out by the towering shade of the surrounding trees, and there remained a constant buzz of the animals, either scurrying away or chirping in the skies. The cut up logs strapped on your back was a huge burden, and slowed your steps as you trudged onto the muddied pathways, staining your boots.
“_____, how much longer until we go to the markets?” one of the men asked, exhaustion clear in his voice.
“Just a few more logs, Tae,” one of the woodcutters, Seokjin, answered, casting a side-ways glance at you.
“But we’ve already got so many!” the former whined, pointing to the goods over their shoulders. “We can make decent money today!”
Unsheathing your sword, you cut away at the vines in your path, masking your sight ahead. It must be here somewhere, you thought, eyes darting sharply to every flower and bush. It has to be.
“Haven’t you fools understood already?” a snarl resonated from the group. Your horse trotted past you as Namjoon, sat on top, brought out his machete, brutally slicing the branches of the towering trees. “The wood we’ve got won’t last us all year!”
His eyes blazed with a certain greed as he looked over you all. “We must find the Tree of Life,” he declared, strolling past you, cutting down the path. “One strip of its bark could bring us a fortune.”
You listened to his statements with raised brows, following in his steps. In truth, none of you had ever seen the Tree of Life. No one in the kingdom had for centuries — it had become something of a myth, a legend passed down from every earthbender to child of its origins, and its significance. You didn’t know the great specifics, but the whole group knew that if they were to obtain even a twig from the great tree, it could grant them millions worth of gold.
And that was something the Lumberjackals desired more than the wellbeing of an omnipotent tree.
Soon, the search progressed, your group cutting down a few Ebonies for its useful properties, but there was no heavenly legend welcoming you in all its finery. The sun was descending on the horizon, and although Spring was present, you were situated in the part of the forest where the gusts of the Ice Kingdom blew consistently in your direction. The cold was about to descend, and you were far from your home in the Metallum villages.
Taehyung, the youngest of the Kim brothers, held onto a nearby oak, all strength leaving him. “I don’t know about you, but I am not travelling any further.” He glared daggers at Namjoon, who showed no signs of stopping. “I’m setting camp here, and you can do nothing to stop me.”
Seokjin joined his youngest sibling, collapsing on the patch of grass beside the gathering of flowers as he shrugged off his work of the logs. “I vote a little rest, even if Joon does not understand its meaning.”
The said-man let out a scoff at those words. “You both are just bloody lazy!” He turned to you, eyes pinning you where you stood. “You’ll keep searching with me, right?”
You agreed, but when you saw the fatigue in your leader’s gaze you grabbed the reins from his horse, stepping beside him. “You need sleep, Joon,” you said, concern in your eyes. “I’ll do another search. You three stay here.”
Namjoon held your stare for a moment before swiping his leg over the back of the horse, jumping off. He handed you the reins fully. “Come back after dawn. Us three will take over from you.”
You had a right mind to challenge the amount of time he was making you explore, but you kept your mouth shut, heaving onto the animal. Dumping your logs of wood upon the ground, you dipped your head in farewell to the Kim brothers. “I will see you in the morning, boys.”
Taehyung waving excitedly as he set up camp, Seokjin going straight to bed upon his blankets, and Namjoon’s stare cold yet understanding, you cracked the reins as the horse began to gallop away from the oaklands, and deeper into the forest.
The moon barely lit the way as you delved deeper into the trees, the sounds of nature turning sinister as the owls began to hauntingly hoot, and the wildcats began to purr. You kept your sword close, in your hand as the other steadied your horse.
You let out a hard sigh as you commenced your searching. Sometimes, only when you were alone, you wished that Namjoon would snap out of his delusions. There was no Tree of Life, no invaluable source of fortune which would challenge the earthbenders and start their industrialisation. In truth, you only wished for a life more than just cutting down wood, but your leader’s promises could be much too enticing.
Perhaps he was right. Maybe with the metalisation of Regna Terrae the metalbenders would be able to progress. It was not like the Kingdom cared for the likes of you, nor the nature which brought you to existence.
Stupid, damned forest. What good had it ever done you?
Suddenly, you heard the harsh snapping of the twigs which wasn’t from your horse. In an instant you halted, pulling the reins as your eyes darted to every corner of the dark forest.
Silence.
You furrowed your brows.
The forest cannot be trusted. Even its silences were sinister and misleading.
Slowly, you got off your horse, tying the reins to a nearby tree. “Keep still, Aurum,” you whispered. “I’ll be right back.”
Patting the mane, you turned and followed in the direction of where the sound was heard, every step quiet and cautious. There was little light, you having to rely on your ears alone, and the hands which touched trunk from trunk. In moments like these, you wished you possessed a more useful power than mere metal manipulation — firebending would have been nice, but you supposed that luck had never been in your favour.
Seething, you held onto your sword tighter, sending a little rush of power from your fingers as it sharpened the steel. No one tailing you would survive in your hands.
You then heard a little sigh, and whipped your head to the direction. Gritting your teeth, you rushed to the place of the origins, anger rising. Swiping away the branches in your path, your boots were the only sound among the quiet hush of the forest, along with the slicing of your weapon. Whoever was toying with you will not leave your wrath.
Swiping away the plants, you finally found an opening of grass among the trees. Squinting, your anger surged to find a distant figure standing before you, all masked in shadows from the lack of light within your surroundings. It stood statue-still, matching your deathly quietness.
But the figure did not seem like it offered death. Nor anything so dangerous as you promised.
“Come out!” you shouted, taking a step forward. “I know you were following me!”
No response.
“Scared, are you?!” Another hesitant step. “As you should be!”
Still, only silence answered, and the soft crunch of the leaves underneath your boots. You took a deep breath, shining your sword from the moonlight. A scoff emitted from you, nerves disappearing. This should be easy.
With an aggravated roar, swinging your weapon, you thundered towards the figure.
You rushed into the moonlight pooling onto the grass, eyes intent with damage as you willed iron-like power from your veins, and into your hands, swirling around the fuller of your sword until it reached its tip, ready to burst onto the figure.
It was then the shadows moved.
A flick of his hand. A soft glow within the darkness.
And all of nature followed suit.
You were taken aback as the thousands of vines circulating the surrounding trees unwrapped themselves from their trunks, and snapped towards you in thundering speed. You had no time to take in their stems swirling around your feet, cutting off your run towards this certain figure. A gasp escaping, you were pulled back by the impact, and let out a further scream as you began to fall flat on your face. Then, even more shock reverberated through you as your feet were pulled upwards, shooting your body up until you were suspended from a tree branch, your one foot wrapped tightly in the vines.
Your world all upside down, you shook your head vigorously, feeling the strain of your one leg under complete control of the tree. The thrum of powerful magic of nature resonated through your body, ceasing you from moving your free leg and kicking any potential passerbys.
Craning your head backwards, you saw with horror that your sword was clattered upon the ground, too far away to reach from the air. Straining your hand towards the grass, you willed your magnetic force, trying to lure your weapon into your hand.
The sword would have ended up in your grasp if another surge of the same natural magic did not break its path, sending it back on the earth.
Enraged, you looked out to the dark, sight distorted. “Gods, just come out already!” you screamed, swinging slightly by your sheer force. “Stop hiding in the damned shadows!”
There was a flutter of little animals coming out from the shadows. “Ha!” you spat, reaching for the dark. “Only sending a few creatures to scare me? You’re going to have to work harder than that!”
When there was another round of silence, you laughed harshly to yourself. “That’s what I thought.”
This time, however, you were not greeted by their usual, quiet answer.
More vines slithered down your frame, pushing your hands together. You gritted your teeth as the gnarly weeds tightened around your wrists, stopping yourself from using your hands.
Glaring daggers at the darkness ahead, you spat at the ground. “Show yourself!” you roared.
Your threats were answered.
Responded in an unimaginable way as the figure stepped into the moonlight.
You could not suppress your reaction.
The most enchanting boy you had ever seen revealed himself from the shadows. You could clearly see him from the light, the soft, child-like features amplified by his undoubted beauty — his mahogany locks curled around his face, cascading over his forehead. His gentle eyes promised great amusement, more so when they landed upon you, a ghost of a smile lingering on his lips. He was adorned in a fine green gown, few assortments strapped on his belt as leather boots, etched in ink, covered his feet. A crown of flowers and leaves settled in his curls, emitting its own, fantastical glow among the darkness.
The smile curved wider at your widened eyes. “Why so speechless now, my lady?”
By all the gods. Even his voice sounded like the sweetest honey in all the hives.
“I have come before you, now,” he continued, deeply amused by your bewilderment. “I have stopped hiding in those damned shadows, as you said.
“Where is your anger?”
Well, that seemed to bring your rage all back.
“It’s still here, you bastard!” you hissed, struggling in the rope-like vines as you tried to swipe your hand across his face. He merely took a step back, completely out of your range.
“Even without a weapon you are a force to be reckoned with,” the mysterious boy voiced out, raising his fingers as magic sparked from the tips. Instantly the vines encircled your arms, pinning them to your sides as the weeds wrapped around you completely. You were like a human-sized caterpillar, cocooned in vines except you would not turn into a butterfly and rush away into the forest.
This nuisance before you would make sure of that.
A satisfied hum escaped him. “There we go,” he said. “Now you won’t be of any danger.”
“Who even are you?” you demanded, glaring daggers at the sight before you. Terrible shame that the sight was something you wouldn’t mind witnessing for the rest of your life. Even if it was upside down.
A hint of surprise exposed upon his features. “Oh, this is amusing, indeed.”
He took a step towards you, you catching the faint scent of...flowers and trees and fruit and honey. You couldn’t really figure out a perfect essence — if nature had a scent, then this boy embodied it. “I am surprised you know not of me when you wish to destroy what I own.”
You raised a brow, at eye level with him, despite the loopy image.
Then, the gears in your head turned, and you were struck hard with the realisation.
When you wish to destroy what I own.
“Oh gods,” you slipped out.
The boy smiled.
No, not just the boy.
The Prince of Regna Terrae — the heir to the Earth Kingdom.
Choi Beomgyu.
Maybe this explained his otherworldly beauty. Crown princes of the earth kingdoms were known to be blessed by nature, so adorned the finest features known to man. Standing before you now, you cursed yourself for not seeing it before.
And cursed yourself again for cursing at him. Multiple times.
Beomgyu saw your eyes moving a mile a second and spluttered out a soft laugh, raising a finger so you focused on him. “I am glad you have figured out my identity. Now we both know what we are.”
His next words did not possess much hilarity. “I, a prince, and you, a Lumberjackal.”
The declaration had you gulping. There’s no escaping this.
He was not wrong in the slightest — you were a part of the Lumberjackals — a group dedicated to industrialising the Earth Kingdom, and giving it a head start from the other kingdoms who did not possess the natural resources that this land contained. You prided on deforestation, the cutting of wood and, even to a certain extent, the consumption of animals. Although you never participated in the last activity out of pure shame, you knew the Kim brothers certainly did, and enjoyed it to great extent.
“Do you deny it?”
You tried to look away, but his gaze was a little too intense. Even if it was reversed. “I do not.”
“And what do you have to say for yourself?” he got out, and you could hear the pain in his voice. Could you even blame him? You destroyed what he held so dear.
Still. You were a metalbender. The desire for modernisation is in your very blood.
“I do what I must do, your Highness,” you grit out, struggling in your weedy cocoon. “It is the only way we survive.
“And I will not stop.”
The boy’s eyes widened a fraction, in pure disbelief. He could not comprehend this — how could one be so against the idea of nature? How could anyone be so resolute in the decimation of what they survived on?
Prince Beomgyu cocked his head, pursing his lips.
How could one hate a deity he considered so beautiful?
He said so himself.
“How?”
You blinked.
The boy continued. “How can you hate nature?”
His question took you by surprise — you did not really know the answer yourself.
It was not like you despised the earth in all its natural form. Sure, it brought you the air you breathed, the food you ate, and the water you drank. But what else had nature given you?
You soured upon seeing the Prince’s face. You did not possess the powers other Terrae citizens were gifted with. Your branch of magic was hard, unforgiving. Simply a practicality, only useful for finding resources and making weapons.
Where were your subservient vines? Where was your natural greatness?
With this in mind, you mustered up the most brutal expression you could offer to the boy before you.
“Because nature was not kind to the likes of me. So I shall not be kind to it either.”
This time, the Prince’s eyes widened even further, afraid they would pop right out of their sockets.
Once again, his mind was in a twist — how had his dearest accomplice, his most cherished friend, been unforgiving to his subjects? He would never consider himself sheltered, but this was something quite unheard of in his kingdom.
“I know you do not believe me, but this is the only explanation I can offer.” You paused, accepting your fate. “Untie me already so you can send me to prison.”
You felt something swirl beneath the boy’s brown eyes, irises sparkling with wonderment. His voice was soft, if not lost within his own thoughts.
“I believe you, jackal,” he said. With a final step towards you, he left little distance between the two of you, eyes at level with yours as you hung from the tree. “But I cannot be satisfied with it.”
Another blink, taken aback by his declaration. “Well...well, what am I supposed to do about it?”
Shocking you further, he curled a little smile upon his lips. “Well,” he started, and as the smile began to widen further, he knew just what to do.
No, he was certainly not satisfied with her accepted hatred.
“We can start by changing that.”
It was your turn for your pupils to dilate. Gods above. This boy seems one chop away from a stump.
“What do you mean?” you demanded, but the boy was already turning on his heel, looking to the surroundings. He fell to his knees, feeling the ground beneath him with his hands. “Your Highness, what are you doing?!”
He did not deem to answer your question, only counter it with his own. “Do you have a horse nearby?”
You looked at him, surprised he figured it out by merely touching the grass. “Yes, but…”
It seemed that he did not need to hear any more, as he brought a hand out, fingers stretching. A tendril of green power burst from his palm, snaking through the dark air beyond your peripheral vision. The Prince was focused on his conjury, and you wondered what in Terrae he was trying to do.
Then, you heard a distant neighing, and found Aurum following the green trail of his magic, eyes glowing slightly.
You tried to escape the tight cage of the vines. “Gods, what are you doing with my horse?!” you exclaimed. “She hates strangers!”
The magic disappeared, along with the glow in her eyes. You could tell she was confused at her surroundings, about to raise her hind legs at the boy who spelled her. “She’ll kill you!” you warned, bracing yourself to witness the death of a prince.
It was then Beomgyu stepped towards the horse, gaze sparkling with kindness.
His hand touched Aurum’s face.
With no small amount of shock, you watched as the boy whispered to your horse, stroking her muzzle. You had never seen her be so friendly to any human she’s made contact with — by Terrae, she even deigned to show attitude to you, who had fed and groomed her since she was a mere pony. How was she sweetening up to someone she had just seen?
Maybe she’s still under a spell, you thought with malice, but then a more honest thought came to mind, and it only made you angrier.
Or perhaps animals can be just as enchanted with him as humans can.
“What are you talking to her for?” you interrupted them, letting out an aggravated groan as the cocoon engulfed you tighter. “You’re sharing words with her as if she’d spread them!”
Beomgyu slid his eyes upward to you. “I was just asking Aurum if she’d like to have an apple.”
“No, I’ll give her one myself—” you tried to say, but then stopped short. “Wait. How do you know her name?”
He looked at you as if you had asked the most ridiculous question. “Because she just told me.”
You stopped struggling in the cocoon. “What did you just say? Aurum told you?”
Hands never ceasing his comforting upon the horse, he raised a quizzical brow. “Pardon me, jackal, but do you mean to tell me that you...you cannot talk to animals?”
Maybe you were not wrong to think the heir of the Earth Kingdom absolutely crazy.
He gestured to the world around you both. “Can you not sense each and every creature nearby? Can you not hear their heartbeats, in sync to their purrs and murmurs?
“Can you not hear the very trees breathe around you?”
You did not know what to say. Perhaps you did not understand his words, what he really meant by a tree breathing. Was that even possible? You thought it unimaginable.
So you offered him the only thing that remained in your mind.
“I have never felt these things.”
The hand upon Aurum’s nuzzle paused, unable to accept the statement which you offered him.
His suspicions were confirmed. Your hatred of nature and all the beings which it birthed had rid you of your powers.
He had seen this before — lost souls who had done grave wrongdoings to the earth, and as a consequence, their very instincts were snatched, right down to the basics. There was no shortage of Lumberjackals in the palace dungeons, and upon closer inspection, he saw that these woodcutters felt no connection to their surroundings. It broke his heart seeing the lack of attachment, the lack of desire for exploration and yearning for their powers, but he knew it could not be helped.
Whoever crosses nature would not be forgiven.
Still, when he inspected the confused, tired gaze of yours, searching him for any suspected lunacy, he just knew that he could not toss you in another old cell. This plan he had in mind could not occur through rotting in one place for the rest of your life.
“Worry not then, jackal.” He raised his hand, magic blooming from his palm. “I am going to change that.”
Whispering to your horse, he listened for a soft neigh before heaving atop her back, hissing at the reins and other controls tying her down. You watched with slight fear. “W-wait a minute,” you started, trying to squeeze out of the vines, but with no luck. “You’re not going to just leave me here, are you?”
Patting Aurum’s mane, he voiced out calmly, “I wish with my whole heart, but then my plan will not work.”
You pursed your lips, watching his eyes sparkle with mischief. “If you were not a prince, I would have cursed you.”
With a flick of his hand, a rush of magic travelled to your cocoon; you felt yourself turning on your front, hovering you upright as the power gravitated you back on the ground, loosening the vines.
“Not like that has stopped you before,” he merely countered as he observed you shrug off weeds in slight humiliation. “Now get on. We have somewhere to be.”
He waited a moment, sighing when you would not oblige. “Is something the matter?”
You wanted to say yes — gods, you wanted to scream at him to get off Aurum, leave you alone and let you cut trees in peace, but of course, that would be an impossible route to take. You still had no inkling of why the Prince of your kingdom was having mercy on you, and you would be quite the fool to exploit it foolishly.
With gritted teeth, you kept your complaints behind your tongue as you brought your foot on the stirrup, heaving upwards as you brought your leg to the other side, settling upon the horse. “Now,” Beomgyu began, looking over his shoulder. “There is no need to be shy. You may put your hands around me as the horse goes fast—”
“I shall be completely fine, thank you,” you interrupted him, brows furrowed. What was this prince even doing? You wondered whether he was a fraud. With that power you witnessed, though, you highly doubted it.
And his features. There is no way a commoner could possess such enchanting beauty.
Flustered, you soured even further.
“Are you ready, jackal?”
You grunted out a yes, which was enough for the boy to command Aurum to start.
The horse, against your expectation, began galloping much faster, and with a yelp you were nearly sent flying out of the seat. Your hands, on instinct, wrapped around Beomgyu’s waist, and when you realised what you had done you cursed yourself for obliging him.
You could almost hear his grin. “I told you!” he exclaimed over the noise of hooves clattering against the rocky mud.
If only you could slap the heirs of kingdoms. “Just take me where you have in mind!” you barked back. “I need to be back to Metallum at dawn.”
“That will be just enough!”
The horse swept past more trees, animals scurrying from your path as the moon lit the dim forest path. You held onto the prince for dear life, refusing to acknowledge the hard surface beneath his silk, his ethereal warmth radiating onto you.
“Hey, jackal?”
A sigh. “Yes?”
“Your horse’s name.” A pause. “Aurum.”
You looked to the trees whooshing past your vision. “What of it?”
Beomgyu whispered for the animal to slow down, scanning his surroundings for his destination. “’Gold’. A very ingenious name.”
He glanced at your irritated face, and smiled. “My mare is called Argenti.”
Your mouth parted at the little revelation.
Argenti. Silver.
Before you could say more on the matter, the boy stopped the horse, cooing at her and praising her for helping him. Swinging his leg over, he jumped off the horse gracefully. He fixed his flower crown before turning to face you, falling rather awkwardly on the grass.
A small laugh escaping him, you daggered him with your gaze as you stepped beside him, a hand on Aurum. Your stare lingered as he took a circle turn of the surroundings, moon almost winking at him as it journeyed in the blanket of night. After a while, Beomgyu pointed to the tree nearby you, stepping past you to palm its trunk. “Here we go.”
Fingers stretching, magic spluttered as it swirled into the thick expanse of the leaves, nearly covering the sky with their excess. The matter squeezed through, and brought out the hidden vines, tumbling down till they reached the roots. Grabbing onto the plants, the prince turned his head towards you, an offer in his eyes.
You hated how you understood exactly what he meant. “I am not going up with you,” you retorted.
“It’s my arms or the dungeon.”
Gulping, you swallowed down your irritation for him. Taking a step towards him, you maintained a safe distance as you made sure he was aware of your distaste. “Just get us up already.” Damn the gods for making him so aggravatingly beautiful, you thought shamelessly as you looked at him. “Your Highness.”
Perhaps he knew, for the little smile was back, wrapping his arm around your waist, and pulling you close. “That’s more like it,” he murmured out before willing his magic into motion.
Your breathing hitched as you were pulled rapidly upward by the vines, breaking through the surface of the leaves. You closed your eyes, feeling the scraping of the branches against your clothes until you felt yourself still, listening only to the deep breaths of the prince beside you. His hand was still snaked at your side.
“Open your eyes, jackal.”
Somehow, on instinct, you obliged.
And widened them further.
You were in another world entirely — the branches expanded beyond your vision, intertwining with the others from different trees, so intricately interlinked beneath your feet that they created a floor. Upon this branching surface there was a little room, decorated with every unusual object that one could identify. Beside the bed, interwoven by these branches, you saw an abundance of flowers and leaves, an lamp of glowing fireflies resting in the corner, and a thousand other items which needed further explanation.
Judging by the awe on your face, the boy answered you, heading to the small cabinet where everything was placed. “A collection of gadgets,” he began, using his magic to separate every object. “That I’ve bought or been gifted since my princedom.” He took out a few unrecognisable things and strolled to the wardrobe, made from the same intertwining branches, and opened the doors, rummaging through.
“What are you even looking for?” you asked, but were dutifully ignored as he kept searching. You admired the intricate scenery, the plush excess of leaves beneath your shoes, shielding you and the prince nearby.
You heard him let out a satisfied ah! as he closed the doors shut. He walked over to you, showing you the rather odd object — it was an unusually large ice cube, miniscule snowflakes etched onto its every side as it orbited slowly in Beomgyu’s hand.
Your curious gaze upon the gadget had him into explanation. “A present from the Ice Prince,” he said, admiring the cold gift in his palms. “It provides an infinite water supply, so is incredibly useful for long journeys.”
“Taehyun, is he not called?” You shivered at the thought. “I am shocked to think he is capable of such small kindnesses.”
Beomgyu slid his eyes to yours. “Taehyun is not the man that his subjects have painted him to be.” His irises swirled in an indecipherable emotion. “Sometimes, one cannot judge the character of another simply based on rumour alone. Only with having conversation can one truly have an honest opinion.”
A small part of you wondered if he truly meant that for Taehyun, or to you, another villain in the Earth Kingdom’s millennia-old tale. Whatever it may be, you looked away, wondering when you’d be able to leave the prince’s presence.
“Right,” you heard him say, pocketing the other unknown object in his breast pocket of his gown. “Let us go on ground once more.”
The boy was about to tug on the vines again when he was interrupted by a most unusual sound.
Well, not unusual, considering you were situated in a tree house, but the noise was so shrill you instantly looked down to its origin.
Before you was a little squirrel, cheeks puffed as its little hands perched on its sides. Its soft tail moved rapidly behind its body, indicating irritation.
Its small, black eyes were fixated upon the boy beside you. Letting out yet another squeak, you saw Beomgyu sigh out in exasperation, as if he had just remembered an important matter.
“Oh gods, I do apologise!” He exclaimed, falling to his knees as he held his free hand out, the other holding the hovering ice cube still. “I’m afraid I cannot feed you now, but would you be able to wait?”
The squirrel let out another squeak, and this time the prince flinched. You gawked at the scene — so not only can he command the trees, but he could talk to animals?
What can this boy not do?
“Ji, I am sorry!” Fishing out an acorn from his breast pocket, he offered it before him. “I have one, if it helps! I promise to feed you properly after I am done with a certain task.”
Even so, the animal seemed much unimpressed. It then turned its little head to you, and you could have sworn that its eyes judged your very soul.
It squeaked some more, and this time Beomgyu widened his eyes, cheeks flushing. “By Mother Nature, no!” He bellowed out, panicked eyes fleeting towards you. “No, I just met her today.”
“Are you talking about me?” You asked, raising a brow. The squirrel then made another sound, one you could not decipher but, judging from the boy’s reaction, could definitely take a wild guess. “By gods, is this creature mocking me?”
You were rewarded with further squeaking, but was instantly silenced by Beomgyu. “Ji, no! I cannot have you being sarcastic tonight. Save your grievances for tomorrow morning!”
And as the prince scooped the squirrel in his hand, he walked over to the bed, settling it on the sheets. “Stay here. I will be back.”
There was sure to be complaints, but the boy kept sending looks of apology as he stepped back to the edge of the exit, tugging on the vines. “Deeply sorry for Jisung’s behaviour,” he said, swirling the cube slowly. “He is grumpier tonight as I have not fed him this evening.”
“A pet squirrel, huh?” You interrogated, looking down to the grass below. “And one you can talk to? Is that how you could communicate with Aurum?”
Nodding, the prince held his arm out. “Are we ready?”
You hurrying my shook your head. “Not again!” You crossed your arms. “I’ll slide down myself. Without your help.”
Shrugging, the boy held on tighter to the vine. “Your wish, jackal,” he said, and jumped down. Perking up, you squatted down to see him descend smoothly down the tree, landing perfectly on the grass.
Grabbing onto the plant, you looked back to the grumpy pet, stuffing the acorn in his mouth.
He then stuck his tongue out, and you gasped at the audacity. “Rude!” You shouted, but we’re only answered with shrill squeaking. Ignoring the creature, you took the vine by both hands, and followed suit.
Your descent was much less graceful, landing instead on your backside. You were met with the huffed laughter of the prince, and you forced down the urge to beat him with his stupid flower crown. Or perhaps tie these vines around his neck and strangle him.
No, that would only result in him using his silly magic. Awful, attractive bastard.
“What are we doing now, Highness?” You wondered out loud, rubbing your sore backside. “Do tell me there is some use of your rather odd ice cube.”
Beomgyu, after strolling further into the woods, slowed himself for you to catch up. “There is some use, unfortunately for you.” He waved you over, stepping past the wild bushes in his path. “Follow me, jackal!” he called out to you.
Grudgingly, you did as he asked, hugging yourself from the cold breeze of the midnight, wondering where in Terrae he was trying to take you. The trees towered over you like intimidating strangers — if the prince spoke true, then you wouldtuly be unwelcome.
You were surrounded by this coercion until the forest opened up to an open grassland, encircled by the nature which looked down at you. Beomgyu turned to you, bringing out a few seeds from his trouser pockets and standing right in the middle of the circle.
“There you are,” he said as you stepped beside him. He glanced at the moon, measuring the amount of time he had left.
“What are you going to do?” you asked him, still clueless regarding the whole situation. Why has he not sent you to the dungeons already?
His eyes travelled to your face. With a half-soft scoff, he held out his hand, the seeds now in perfect view. “It is not what I’m going to do,” he began. “It is what you are going to do.”
The confusion grew within you. “What do you mean?” you tried to clarify. “What am I to do with these seeds?”
Beomgyu’s eyes promised answers. “Bring out your hand, jackal.”
You did as you were told, holding out your hand as he put the seeds in your palm, fingers barely brushing against your skin. He then descended, knees upon the grass as he patted to the space beside you. “Come, sit.”
Pursing your lips in thought, you knelt before the grass, seeds in your enclosed fist as your gaze never strayed from the boy. “Your Highness—”
Magic oozing from his fingers interrupted your demand, slipping into the earth. Slowly, but surely, a small hole was separated by the green matter, dirt being shovelled to create a dip in the grassland.
Once he ceased his conjuring, he jerked his head towards the new opening. “Place the seeds in the hole,” he instructed. “Gently now! Treat them with the utmost care.”
Grumbling in response, you leaned forward as you gingerly put each seed at the corners of the muddy dip, noticing a small spark with each placement of the grain. It was a bizarre feeling, but assumed it normal in the ways of gardening as you inserted the dirt over them, covering them fully.
You peered at the prince then, who brought out the large ice cube. Turning it rapidly, treacle of water dripped down to the ground, moistening the earth and feeding the seeds of its necessities. Putting the gadget back in his storage belt, he then returned his hand upon the damp mound, closing his eyes in a fixated peace. More magic swirled from his hands, but this time it encircled not only the place where you had placed the seeds, but you, all of you, engulfing you in its otherworldly warmth.
“Your Highness?” You whispered out, but he was murmuring, murmuring words you could not comprehend, words which felt like you were not meant to hear. His curls were being lifted slightly with the tendrils of his power, but he stayed rooted to his spot, carrying on with what you feared was a grotesque ritual.
You, too, became still when you felt fingers curl around your hand.
On instinct you looked at him, eyes widening — you should have expected his hand to radiate some form of heat, considering this boy had such an unusual glow about him, but this…
Despite the soft chaos around the two of you, the touch was oddly comforting.
His hand, dragging you out of your thoughts, led yours to the place you sowed the little grains of life, and spread apart your fingers till they covered nearly the entire, dug up earth. More matter escaped from his fingers, shooting further warmth upon the back of your hand, and travelling up to your heart.
“Close your eyes, jackal,” you heard him chant from his cocoon of magic. “I need you to see from within.”
“See what?!” You beseeched, but his fingers held onto you a little tighter, and, as if he commanded your very body, had your eyelids descend shut, cornering you into the chambers of your mind.
See from within.
What could you see?
Darkness. Eternal darkness, and rusted iron, spilled mercury, and all the grim faces of the people who wanted to decimate the very place you knelt in.
I cannot see! You screamed in your mind, because in the whirlwind of his power you felt alone, trapped in your own mind, trying to join in on a ritual which would cursed the likes of you.
But in reality, you were not alone.
No, not when you felt something foreign in your body.
You swore you stopped breathing.
Your fingers felt squeezed by another, but was ignored because you could see a whole other heartbeat which was not your own.
A familiar voice entered your mind.
“Do you see it?”
The prince’s voice; the soft, almost desperate inquiry, which you could not help but answer.
“Yes...yes, by Terrae, I do see it.”
And perhaps he said some more, but you were not listening to his words. His speech seemed a little insignificant to the little heartbeat — it was as faint as the scent of departure, delicate as a snowflake, and as real as yourself, the prince, and the neverending forest.
When you tried to lift your hand, Beomgyu’s fingers halted you still. You could not believe that you did not mind it. “Whose...whose is it, your Highness?”
You were positive that he did not hear you with the lack of volume you let slide from your tongue. However, he answered your question, almost feeling the joy radiating from his response.
“The seeds.”
Shocked, you opened your eyes, and found the Prince of Earth staring at you with an elevated joy. He gestured to observe your creation, and when your eyes fell upon the sliver of a stem which broke through the earth, between the spaces of your fingers, you wondered whether this was all a dream.
You could not help the curse which escaped you. The boy beside you spluttered into laughter, and you turned to see his face radiating with elation. The heartbeat, the one which you thought was under your control, proved you wrong as it skipped its beat along to his laughs.
“Wh-what are you laughing at?” You demanded, but you were unable to execute it with the anger you wish you held for him. He offered you a honeypot of smiles.
“You’ve brought life to the forest, sweet jackal.”
The little plant shivered in response, along with your own hairs at the back of your neck, which stood at his announcement. Its faint heartbeat grew louder, as well as your own in your ears.
“Do you feel it now?” he whispered, leaning ever so close as he looked to the forest around you. “Do you feel the trees breathing in your presence?”
Unfortunately, although you could sense your plant’s essence, the heartbeats of every tree in the forest were still unheard. You shook your head no, but that did not wipe the grin off his face.
“We have time,” he reassured you. “Just know that Mother Nature has hope for you still.”
He took your hand, putting another upon the back as he brought you a different kind of warmth. “I have hope for you.”
You parted your mouth, unaccustomed to the contact, the kindness...to all that he represented.
His eyes locked with yours, and although he had spared you the wrath of his palace dungeons, you feared whether you could escape the imprisonment of his gaze.
There was no doubt in your mind as you let yourself be arrested into his stare — the Prince of the Earth was not going to haunt just a single night.
FRATERNISING WITH THE HEIR OF REGNA TERRAE WOULD BE THE DEATH OF YOU.
Of course, that was not the last time you saw him — you had become something of a personal project to him, a sin which must be reversed. Almost every night after the fateful encounter, you snuck out from the fences of the Metallum villages, barely evading the suspicious eyes of the Kim brothers, and met with him under his treehouse.
You did not know why you endeavoured so ardently in seeing him. It was not like he had become any less irritable with his amused grins and unmatched power, but there was something about him which you could not fend off.
In a way, he made you believe you were worth more than simple woodcutting, selling oaks in the market, the empty promises of revenge against the Natural Kingdom.
Somehow, he made you realise that, maybe, you truly were deserving of a more memorable path.
These very thoughts accompanied you as the sun began to set, pulling your hood over your head as you swept past the familiar trees, reining in the urge to greet every woodland creature which scurried past you. The past few weeks, after many misunderstood arguments with the Prince’s pet squirrel, you learned the slight quirks which the animal possessed, his every movement and what it would signify. You had Beomgyu to thank once again, but each time you wished to do so, he would say the same, hair-rising reassurance.
“Fret not, sweet jackal. It is a pleasure to show you the wonders of nature.”
Sweet jackal. The endearment made you so flustered, and that aggravated you to the greatest extent. You had already shared your name with the boy, but he insisted on calling you this name, as if the two of you had already established an intimacy from decades before.
The very thought had your actual heartbeat racing.
You made sure to completely dismiss this foolery as you found the special opening of the grassland in sight, the glowing figure waving you over. A small smile involuntarily curled at your lips, hurrying closer till you fully saw Prince Beomgyu’s face clearly in the setting sun.
“You have arrived much earlier this evening,” he said in a way of greeting, fixing his flower crown as his squirrel played with the petals. “I would not say I’m displeased.”
On your part, you certainly were not either — he bore more finery than usual, his normal green gown threaded with gold swirls at the hems, small vines tied around his ears as natural jewellery. His hair was sprinkled with petals, a trait Jisung adored as he settled in the nest of his locks. His hands, too, were intertwined with dark vines, swirls wrapped around his fingers like extended rings.
By the gods, he truly was an exquisite being.
He noticed your silence, raising a groomed brow. “Is something the matter?” he asked, but when he saw your eyes dart to anywhere but his own, he immediately understood. You just managed to catch a satisfied quirk of his lips before he turned his attention to your plant.
Following his trail, you brightened up to see your creation in full bloom — bright red poppies, stark against the pool of grass, stood as they swayed to the evening breeze. You knelt down to observe them closer, and felt a peculiar sense of pride at sensing their clear heartbeat harmonising with yours.
“They’re my favourite flower,” the boy said behind you. “I have always adored how they stand out amongst all the others.”
Watching the poppies almost dance in the cool air, you stood upwards once again. “Then why do you not wear them?” you asked out of curiosity.
“Because my parents do not like me wearing them.” He gestured to the flower crown, at risk of being torn up by Jisung. “They say the colour is too harsh.”
He clicked his tongue in irritation. “At least they could have spared me on my birthday.”
You were about to comment on his parents when those words escaped his mouth. Your own mouth parted in surprise. “Your birthday is today?”
The prince mocked being stabbed in the chest, nearly sending the squirrel to the trees. Taking Jisung from his hair, he propped him on his shoulder. “You have truly wounded me, ____!” he whined. “All this time together, and you had no inkling?”
Although he was only jesting, it only embarrassed you further. “I truly am sorry, your Highness!” you apologised, clasping your hands together. “If I had known, I would have made you a present.”
“Oh?” He took a step towards you. His eyes danced in mirth. “And what would you have made me?”
That seemed to rob you of your speech. “Well, um…” you trailed off, searching your now useless mind of any decent idea for a gift, but he waved off your fluster, chuckling.
“It is no problem, dear jackal,” he said, looking at the red flowers once more. “Seeing your poppies in full growth is a gift to me anyway.”
You wished he had not said that; glancing at them now, you could only hear his fascination within the petals.
There he was again — staining your every entity of his remnants. How much more till he stains your very soul?
Jisung’s irritated squeak brought you back to the forest. You tried not to murder the damned creature as you muttered out, “Thank you, Your Highness.”
Beomgyu groaned out. “I shan’t have you calling me that hideous title all the time.” He put a hand to his chest. “Have we not reached first name basis?”
Despite your surprise, you offered him a scoff. “Jackal is not my first name,” you jeered. “And please. You’re the prince of our land. Anyone who catches me being informal with you will surely have my head.”
“I would never let them,” he merely said. “Not before I show you one last part of the forest.”
You quirked a quizzical brow. “I think you’ve shown me half your kingdom by now.”
“But this is...quite different.”
The boy stepped closer to you, reaching out his hand. You found yourself warming up as he enveloped it with yours, a gesture so small yet so triggering to your nerves.
“Follow me, ____.”
With the tug of his fingers, you were led out of the grasslands and back into the jungles of Regna Terrae, catching familiar sights of ancient mahoganies and birches, different variations of trees all grouped together.
As the moon began to ascend, your anxiety increased. His hand worked wonders for your skin, but at the back of your mind, you could not shake off the image of the Kim brothers wondering where you had gone so long.
Especially Namjoon. Seokjin and Taehyung may have been much simpler in the brain, but the leader of the trio bore his suspicions of your whereabouts. He always knew you were never enthusiastic of your occupation as a Lumberjackal, so your sudden interest to roam the woodlands for hours into the night certainly had his ears perking. Of course, you always made sure to know that you were going without being followed, but in the end, the three brothers were quite unpredictable.
You just hoped that whatever the prince had to show you, it would be seen quick enough to leave.
The density of the forest began to increase, and you soon began to doubt whether you had been to this part of the Kingdom before. It was then Beomgyu’s hands flowed with magic, and completely changed the scenery. The ancient trees, trunks as wide and thick as horses began to move apart to make way for him and you, the squirrel holding onto his shoulder tightly as it too squeaked in surprise. Your own eyes widened as each element of nature bent to his will, creating an easier path for his boots to step onto.
It was clearly a sight for admiration. These few weeks you had begun to realise the power of the earth, and how rich and true its roots lay. You felt the faint hum of their essences as you rushed past them, hand still clasped with his, and you dipped your head in thanks to the trees, hoping that one day you would hear them sing welcomes to you.
Slowing down, the group was barred by the curtain of thick vines, hiding you from the world behind. “I have never seen this before,” you wondered out loud, but when Beomgyu let go of your hand, and stepped forward, hands stretched out, your curiosity reigned further.
Jisung quickly scurried from his shoulder, ending up on the muddied path as he watched with black eyes of the phenomenon about to occur. You made to make fun of the squirrel when the prince let out an aggravated moan, hurling your head to his direction.
His heavenly voice chanted in a millennia old language, huge power emitting from his finger tips and swirling to the tumbling vines of the entrance. You could see the sweat beading down his forehead at the sheer effort it took, but he stayed rooted, sending surges of green matter to the cold nature.
Slowly, the curtain began to withdraw. Blinding light cut through, and when the boy let out a roar, pushing the whole family of vines apart you hid your head from the white bursting through.
There was a deathly silence for a singular moment.
You heard his ragged breathing, lasting for ten seconds before it turned into relieved, panted chuckling.
Bringing your hand away from your face, you looked to see beyond the curtain.
Your very breath was snatched from your lungs.
Before you was the most enchanting deity of nature you had ever seen in your existence — it was a glowing white tree, trunk as wide as the two of you twice over, etched with milky-coloured wrinkles that contained sparkles of ancient magic. The leaves, much like finely cut diamonds, protruded from every branch which stretched towards every corner the eye could see. The diamonds were infinite, shining from the gentle light of the moon.
Even though you had never seen it before, you knew exactly what it was.
“The Tree of Life.”
Your gaze dared to break away to see the prince for a second, whose own breathing seemed to have halted. Sensing your stare, he looked back at you, his face half glowing from the deity’s light.
“I...I thought it did not—” you tried to say, but of course you could not when it was right there before you, as if it had been waiting to be found all its life.
“Exist?” He took a step forward. “Every myth is borne from truth after all.”
Indeed it was — you had learned of the Tree of Life when you were a mere girl, listening to fairy tales before being told to sleep. This Tree could not be seen by the common man, and legend foretold that there lived an otherworldly creature inside its trunk. Evidently, no one could prove this theory, but its mystery had what inspired so many people, metal and earthbenders alike, to find it, for opposing reasons.
You knew why Namjoon wanted to find it — for the amount of gold a singular leaf could bring him. Now, having accused him of believing in fantasies, you almost felt ashamed for having ridiculed his searches.
“Come.”
You perked up at the Prince’s voice.
“You must get a closer look.”
Picking up the pace of your feet, you fell into step beside him as the two of you started towards the legend come to life. The closer you approached the more enchanting it looked — the leaves glistened further, as if greeting you with their shine.
Jisung scurried between you both, his little head never straying from the Tree. It let out an awed squeak, and Beomgyu hummed in agreement.
“Have you ever seen anything like it?”
You shook your head, transfixed. “Never,” you responded, feeling the very earth shift beneath your feet.
If nothing else convinced you of the power of nature, then the existence of this deity certainly did.
You stepped past the boy, the grass hushed beneath your feet as you stretched out your hand. When your fingers touched the milky bark your breath shuddered out of you. It was simply unreal. The touch was surprisingly soft, so unlike the normal trees, and with each crack of the bark there was ancient writing inscripted within. With further shock you felt a very distant heartbeat as the fingers ran along the words, faint yet powerful.
By the gods.
“Where have you been hiding all this time?” you whispered to the Tree, tracing the aged trunk. “Your Highness, is everything about the legend true?”
There was no response — you figured he was still star-struck, and you continued to admire the most beautiful force you had ever seen.
It was not until you heard Jisung’s shrill squeak that you turned around.
You felt your soul leave your body.
Because there he was, the one man you dreaded to see. The one man who held Beomgyu’s unconscious body in his hands as he dropped him upon the grass. You noticed the little dart on the side of his neck, and all the blood in your body was drained.
Kim Namjoon.
His answering smirk was more a flash of teeth. “Do you believe me now, ____?”
You backed up against the Tree, eyes darting to the prince. “What did you do to him?” you asked instead, voice void of any emotion.
“That does not matter,” he dismissed. “But of course, it would matter to you now that you’ve attached yourself to him.”
He took a step forward, his ebony machete glinting in the light of the phenomenon behind you. “Stand aside, girl. It is time to make our fortunes.”
On instinct, you stretched a hand out. “I cannot.”
The man was taken aback by your hesitance. “Whatever the gods do you mean?”
Gulping, you tried to steel your will, inhaling slowly. “I cannot let you do it, Namjoon.” Your eyes glanced at the still prince before glaring at the perpetrator. “You won’t get a single branch of the Tree.”
A harsh laugh escaped him, taking a step forward. “Oh, and you’re going to stop me?”
You brought out your own sword — the one which you promised to use on Beomgyu — and raised it toward him. “Do not come any further,” you warned.
It seemed the man was not not going to compromise.
Not when he swung his machete, well on his way to hack you to pieces.
You quickly brought your weapon upon you to deflect his aim, sending him forward, and away from the Tree.
He can try and hurt the Tree of Life.
Easily gaining step, Namjoon mustered his power, ebony sharpening from his fingers as he clashed against you, lightening-fast strikes of his machete having you strained. You never doubted the bastard’s swordsmanship — he was skilled enough to be a general in the King’s royal army.
A shame he chose his fighting for a darker purpose.
You tried to slice the free space of his abdomen, but the man was sharp, quickly dodging as he swerved to the side, another clash of weapons ringing around the forest.
“You cannot beat me, ____!” He roared, one hit after the other, sending you further back.
Taking every hit, you stumbled, gaining your step yet staggering once again with his sword. After all, you could not outsmart the master; he was the man who taught you to fight.
Even so, you refused to give up. “I can die trying!” You seethed as he brought his strength down. His weapon, screeching against your own, slowly descended, closer and closer to your neck.
A harsh groan escaping, you mustered all your strength into sending his machete aside, barely a spare second in your name before you whirled to your left, missing the power blow.
“All this for a bloody tree!” He screeched, thundering towards you. “We would have been rich, you fool!”
Another mighty hit, and you were sent back, averting his strikes with your sword. Because you were so exhausted, your magic would not burst from your hands, adding more power to your weapon. It was your melee strength, nearly all gone, and your nimble feet.
“What is all this for?!” He demanded, slicing at your cloak, cutting through the fabric of your trousers. The clash of weapons continued, faster and faster. “What is worth more than all the riches of the Kingdom?!”
Amidst the brawl, your eyes slipped to the figure before you. Distant, yet instantly recognisable with his eyes closed, and mouth parted, flower crown scattered around his head. Jisung, too, laid injured beside him, watching your fight with fear in his little eyes.
What is all this for?
You only had one person in mind.
But that was not enough.
No, not when that sliver of a second gave Namjoon enough time to strike you, sending his machete straight into your stomach.
A shuddered gasp escaped you as the machete entered through — a burst of pain shot through your entire body, echoing the fatality of your situation. Tears stung your eyes as you dropped your sword, looking at your opponent in the eyes.
The Leader of the Lumberjackals showed no mercy as he yanked out his weapon.
A moan rushed past your lips as you fell to your knees, gripping your blood-gushing stomach. Namjoon gazed down at you with no remorse at all. “Perhaps he was not enough,” he said, cold as metal.
He stepped past you, focusing on the glistening Tree of Life, its white treasures still exalted in the moonlight. Your body, completely spent, could not hold you upright, falling straight into the grass. Straining, you cried out as you stretched your hand out in vain efforts to stop him, but it was simply no use.
You had been defeated.
And now, after witnessing the most perfect element of nature you had ever seen, you were to watch it be decimated.
This is how it ended. You, fumbling for your last breath, your prince nearby and probably dead.
Namjoon raked his eyes over the Tree, grinning wildly. “Oh, you are going to make me the richest man in the Kingdom,” he declared, raising his machete till it hovered just before the bottom of the trunk.
He elevated his voice so you could hear. “Enjoy watching me destroy what you sacrificed yourself for!”
Closing your eyes, you were about to let oblivion take over.
You awaited the sound of his weapon against the bark.
What you heard was something completely different.
An explosion filled your ears as white light, even more blinding than the one before, had you squeezing your eyes further shut. You made out the screams of your once leader as it was drowned out by the eruption, and you tried to see what had so suddenly occurred, only to be greeted with more brazen lights.
What...what was going on?
When the deafening noise quietened, you picked up on the soft crunch of grass, edging closer and closer to you. A compelling force was felt against your dying soul, and you wondered if the Reaper had finally come to take you.
When you felt air-light hands on your abdomen, you did not expect death to be so warm.
Slowly, dragging open your eyes, you prepared yourself to be taken to the afterlife.
What you saw instead was something else entirely.
Something which made even the Tree of Life as a mediocre enchantment.
Looking over you was not human — not with the glowing, shimmering skin, sparkles and shine radiating off its golden, liquid body. Her eyes were white with the same light you had seen twice this evening, fluid locks of hair flowing all around her. Her lips offered a radiant smile, already bringing some life back into you, and her whole body, although similar to yours, was free of attire, exuding the light of a star.
Perhaps you truly were dead.
The being, however, proved you wrong with her words.
“Brave human,” she began, and her velvet voice had you clutching your stomach. “I saw what you did to defend me.”
You tried to open your mouth to tell her that you defended the Tree, but then your eyes dilated at the revelation.
The legend foretold that there lived an otherworldly creature inside its trunk.
But this...this god-like creature was not just a mere girl.
“You sacrificed yourself for my Tree,” she stated, voice echoing across the woodlands. “For my forest, my every creation, despite being an enemy of mine in the past.
“You deserve a token of my gratitude.”
Her voice nearly put you to sleep with the way it lulled in the midnight air. You wondered in your tired mind what she could offer you now that you were breathing your last breath.
Then, you felt her hands upon your stomach.
A loud groan escaped your lips as the torn flesh began to stitch on its own accord, courtesy of the magic which poured from the sublime being. Your whole body worked to heal you, reversing the damage done by your once leader, whose whereabouts you had no inkling of.
The pain, which once tore at every nerve within you, began to fade away, and you opened your eyes further after gaining the strength, fully taking in the earthly spirit which had restored you.
You parted your mouth, voice parched as you rasped out, “I...Beomgyu…”
A heavenly smile curled at her lips. “The prince is fine, soldier. It would take more than a dart to eliminate the heir of the Earth.”
A relieved breath left your lips. You then looked to the being, putting your hands above hers. “I am not who I was,” you whispered.
Mother Nature smiled down at you, and you knew then and there that perhaps the world is not so cruel after all.
“I know, brave human.”
The luminous creature ascended to her feet, letting go of your hands. She dipped her head in acknowledgment, and turned on her heel. Struggling to your side, you watched as the otherworldly figure stepped up to the Tree of Life, looking at you one last time.
Raising a hand to her chin, she blew some magic towards your way, bathing you in sparkles. With a final beam, she slipped into the tree, enlivening the whole structure till it stood straight once again.
You truly could not believe what you saw.
Feeling the glimmer dancing on your skin, however, you knew this was not a figment of your imagination.
Mother Nature saved you from death.
Truly, utterly, ethereal.
Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard soft coughing nearby, and you heaved upward at the sound, your strength all present.
Beomgyu.
Upon your feet, you rushed to where he lay, stumbling from the hurrying as you fell to your knees, hands clinging onto his face. Jisung, his injuries healed from the celestial visit, scurried upon his owner’s chest, waiting for him to awaken.
“Beomgyu?” You murmured out, fingers stroking the soft planes of his cheeks. “Beomgyu, damn you, open your eyes!”
Tilting his face till it faced you, you watched as the prince’s eyes fluttered open, tired and wide and absolutely beautiful.
A trembling breath gasped out of you. “What…” he grated out, rubbing his eyes with his knuckles. “What just...happened?”
You willed the tears in as you caressed his face. “The legend was true.”
His confused gaze had you continuing. “Beomgyu, I saw the celestial creature when I was dying, and she saved me. It was true, Beomgyu, she healed me with her hands and—”
Your rambling ceased when the boy brought his fingers to your face. Warmth flooded your cheeks, and not because of how hot his hands were.
His smile could have easily beaten Mother Nature’s.
“You called me Beomgyu.”
He did not let you respond as he brought your face down to his, tilting it slightly as he pressed his lips against yours, enveloping you in a sweet kiss.
His mouth was warm, just like him, soft and plush, rendering you helpless over him. Your shock was quite prevalent, but you let the affection take over as you kissed him back, hands carding in his curls. He moved against your lips as his fingers stroked down to your jaw, savouring every feathered touch.
When he broke away, his breathing was ragged, cheeks flushed. He saw your own dishevelled gaze and chuckled to himself.
“I think this might be the best birthday present I have ever received.”
The Prince of Regna Terrae laughed some more when you refused to meet his eyes.
You were about to counter him when you heard another, completely new voice.
“You both could have done that without me being here.”
Your stare dove to his chest, to the direction of the sound.
Jisung the squirrel glared at you with the entire irritation of the Kingdom. “Oh what? So now you can hear me?!”
A yelp resounded from you. “How are you talking?!” You screeched. “You’re a bloody animal!”
“Oh, thank you so very much for stating the blatantly obvious!” He drawled, and you could not comprehend the sarcasm that just came from a bloody woodland creature.
You peered at Beomgyu, who was just as surprised as you were, despite his entertained features. “____,” he started, sitting up straighter. “Does this mean—”
Getting to your feet, you looked around the forest, the Tree of Life standing proudly.
It was then you sensed the heartbeat.
Not just your own, or the poppies — but of the entirety of the Kingdom.
Faraway, yet still present, it thumped against your chest like an echo of your own heart, a harmonisation of all the trees, bushes, flowers and animals. It was almost enchanting how it slowly thudded within you, and with such welcome.
Like greeting a friend you had not seen for a long time.
When you caught the Prince’s gaze, his entire face lit up.
Before you could say anymore, you were swept into the boy’s arms, engulfing you with a hug of eternal warmth. His voice rang along your soul as he declared to the whole word.
“Nature has accepted you, ____!”
You heard the clicked tongue of Jisung beneath you, and Beomgyu brought you at arm’s length before sticking out his tongue at his pet.
He looked to you once more, and saw the very emotions you dared not let yourself believe in.
“I knew you were capable of change, sweet jackal.”
The tears, this time, refused to be held back any longer.
The boy melted as he swept away each tumbling drop with his fingers, clutching your face.
As you leaned in this time, kissing him breathlessly, you tasted the smile which flourished upon his lips, drinking in your every essence.
You wondered, thinking away as your heart beat faster, whether this was still a dream, a vision which would end the moment you woke up, back in the cold village you once called your home.
When you felt the presence of the celestial being again, looking down from the branches of the Tree of Life, you knew that this was no delusion.
Pulling away, you turned Beomgyu to the glistening, living structure, both of you catching sight of her.
Mother Nature smiled at her heirs.
The both of you knew it in your hearts, simultaneously beating.
The heirs of Regna Terrae would not let her down.
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One of his women
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Author's note: Hey guys! This is another one imagine with Hvitserk. I am thankful to you for your support, it means a lot to me. Thank you so much guys!
Pairing: Hvitserk x Reader.
Genre: Smut, angst, drama, romance.
Summary: You are one of Hvitserk's women, but not for long.
Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, strong language, jealousy.
You were awake for a while but you didn't move, you didn't want to wake Hvitserk, who was supposed to sleeping next to you. You turned so slow, because you wanted to see his face. He was so peaceful when he was sleeping. You turned but you faced just empty furs. You felt disappointed, about that and wrapped your furs better around your body.
He wasn't sleeping with you anymore. Even when he actually came to lay with you, it was like he did it out of duty. It was like he didn't want to be there. It wasn't like you were his wife, you were just one of his lovers, but since that slave girl, that Margrethe, showed up, he had totally forgotten about you and his mind was with her. He wanted to be with her all the time. That broke your heart, but if he was happy with that woman, you would be happy too, but this, whatever it was, it was bad for you and you had to tell him.
The people of Kattegat weren't kind ones. They had already spoken about you and how stupid you were. You had refused some nice men just to be with Hvitserk and he repaid you that way. You didn't care much about their sayings. You cared about Hvitserk, but for your own good you had to move away from him. Apparently, he wanted Margrethe and whatever he was doing with you was just because he had to because you had refused all those men for him and he thought it as his duty to laying with you.
You were a jealous woman that was true. You didn't want your man be near other women, but Hvitserk wasn't yours, so you had no right to be jealous. He was clear to you. He had told you that he laid with any other woman he wanted. If you didn't agree with that, you would lose him. At first you didn't care so much because you didn't feel that you love him. You just wanted to lay with him, but that didn't last long, because you fell hard for him.
You were a fierce and proud woman, you had managed even to be an important part of the shieldwall and that was something that Hvitserk liked. You had even managed to be one of his regular women. Actually, you were the one that he laid with regularly. You were the first on his list. Until Margrethe managed to steal everything. She had the exclusiveness. He hardly ever had time for the others and sometimes he came to you.
You hated her from the first moment you saw her. She thought she could have all the younger sons of Ragnar. Well, she could. She had Ubbe, Hvitserk and Sigurd. Only Ivar wasn't hers, but undoubtedly she would attract him too. It was normal for slaves like her to want to be with their masters. Slaves seeked power and wanted to be free and these thing a prince had them let alone three soon-to-be four of the sons of the most famous king. You should have congratulated her, it was a great achievement to seduce three princes, three sons of Ragnar.
But still, maybe they were too much of idiots to share the same woman. What kind of a man would have agreed to something like that?
Maybe she was too staid to do such a thing.
You left your warm furs and stood up from the bed, you put on some clothes and braided your hair tightly. You had to get out of this house, to take some fresh air and meet people. You were walking through market, greeting people when someone stopped you. It was Arvid, your most persistent suitor. He had already asked you to marry him three times and you had refused it all of them, but he didn't stop. He continued to bother you.
"Arvid." You greeted him, by calling his name and he smiled. He wasn't bad. He was a skilled warrior and he was also a good man. He was just a little bit arrogant.
"(Y/N). How are you?" He asked you and started walking next to you. Every time he saw you, he did the same thing. That was something that not only you hated, but Hvitserk did as well. You were one of his women, the women he laid with, his and this man couldn't be so close to you for his own good. Maybe he was attracted to Margrethe along eith his brother, but he was ro you as well. You were the woman he admired.
His sharp gaze followed your every move. His playful green eyes was dark, something that wasnt unnoticed by his brothers. It wasn't the first time he saw that man bothering you. The last time Ubbe was the one who prevented him from punching him and Ubbe was there this time too to do the same think.
"I think that she will accept him this time." Sigurd spoke and looked over at your place, where you were trying to be polite to Arvid and don't tell him to leave all alone. You didn't want another man, you just wanted Hvitserk.
When Hvitserk heard Sigurd's words he looked over at his place angry. Sigurd was more annoying than any other day, or he was that way every day but Hvitserk hadn't notice. He was too busy eating, drinking and taking care his women to notice Sigurd's mood.
"There it comes another bullshit of Sigurd." Ivar stated playfully and took asip from his ale. Sigurd was about to answer but Ivar was faster. "Firstly, nobody really cares about what your thinking Sigurd and secondly just look at the woman's body language. She wants to avoid him." Ivar spoke and rolled his eyes. He was right, that was exactly what you were doing at that moment but you tried not to be mean to him. Sigurd frowned out of anger. He had always been angry at Ivar with no reason.
"She just needs dick." Sigurd continued and this time Hvitserk was the one to react. If his eyes could kill, his brother would be dead by know. Ubbe could sense the tension and would stood to stop them. Ivar sensed it as well, but that was going to be to exciting to stop it.
"You don't know (Y/N). She needs no dick. She doesn't need anything. She is an independent woman and the next time you will dare to talk about one of my women you will clean your mouth first." He spoke harshly and drank all the ale that was inside his cup. All this scene was exciting for Ivar but not for Ubbe. He could see Hvitserk's look. He was angry and was about to do something. When Hvitserk was angry he did crazy things. He did things without think about the consequences. Actually, be had never really thought about the consequences.
None of the brothers talked, not even Sigurd. Margrethe came to the brothers. They all smiled when they saw her, even Ivar. That didn't go unnoticed from you. The look on your face sharpened qhen you saw her, Arvid noticed and looked at their place.
"I see. Just don't get bothered (Y/N). Do you think that Hvitserk Lothbrok had only you? No way (Y/N). That man fucks whatever has legs." He spoke and came closer to you. You stepped back angry, angrier than before. His words enraged you more than Margrethe's appearance. You didn't like people talking that way about you, let alone Hvitserk. You knew too well who was Hvitserk and what you were getting yourself into.
"I know very well who Hvitserk is, I don't need a man like you to tell me, Arvid. Oh and to be clear even if they asked me to choose between death or not having Hvitserk, even the way I have him, I would choose death over losing Hvitserk. Even if Odin didn't welcome me to Valhalla, I would be happy to know that I have this man, so piss off before I lose my patience and you know what can I do when I lose it." Your voice were harsh along with your eyes. He frowned and turned to leave you alone, just the way you wanted. You wanted to be kind to him, but he was the one that spoke that way about Hvitserk.
"It's better this way. You deserve someone like Hvitserk who can't love you, who will hurt you!" He said. He wamted to enrage you more and he succeeded.
"Piss off!" You yelled and all market looked at your way. People started whispering about you. They had always been doing that. Hvitserk was one of all of them that was looking. He saw everything. You looked over at the crowd and them took the way thag led to the woods. Basically, you wanted to go to a particular spot. There was a tree, an old one. You went to that tree when you needed to relax and that moment you needed to relax.
Hvitserk's eyes followed your every move. He knew where you were heading to. He knew about that special place. He was the only one who knew about this place. He was about to comw to you but Margrethe stopped him by placing her hand on his chest. She looked at him seductively. She didn't want him to come to you.
"Hvitserk, come with me." She whispered to him and run her hand down his chest. He wasn't affected by that. The only thing he could think that moment was you. He didn't know what Arvid told you and in what condition you would be after that. He pushed her softly. She was shocked, Hvitserk had never refused her before. She didn't take her hand, in fact she got closer.
"If you don't come, forget me." She spoke and he frowned. She was attractive, yes, but she couldn't speak that way to him, she was a slave and he was his master, after all. His hand placed on her throat, Ubbe and Sigurd stood up to take him away from her. Ivar was the one who laughed at all these.
"Listen to me carefully. You are just a slave, nothing else and I am your master! I can do whatever! If you ever talk to me again like that, you will face my wrath. (Y/N) probably doesn't need me right now but I need her. Her! Maybe I was too blind to see that, but now I know. So stop your little tricks, that doesn't work with me, not anymore." He spoke and she nodded scared. When Hvitserk talked that way, he was scary. He seemed like another man when his anger took over. His hand left her throat and he looked at his brothers before he take the same path you took some minutes before.
You were there, to that old tree, laying on the mud and staring at the blue sky. He approached silently not wanting to scare you but he did. You stood up quickly and took your dagger on your hand.
"Easy woman its me." He spoke and you placed your dagger back and laid down to the ground again. He did the same thing as you. He laid down next to you. His scent invaded into your nostrils. It was the best thing you had ever smelled. You closed your eyes to enjoy this moments. That smell was on your furs after the nights you two spent together.
Suddenly, you open your eyes and stood up, he frowned but followed you.
"Why are you here? You should be with your brothers drinking, talking and Odin knows what else or....." You stopped. You couldn't say what was on your mind. You wanted to say or he would be with Margrethe and everyone knows what they would do, but he wasn't doing something of that. He was there with you and that was strange.
"What kind of question is that? I want to be with my woman is that wrong (Y/N)?" He asked you and you could spot something playful in his tone. You frowned. He was strange. He spent time with you only on early in the evening or the late hours of the night. It was late in the morning and you weren't use to him being arohnd you this time. Every time he came to you, you laid on your bed, had sex, you slept and he left you alone to go to Great Hall and have Margrethe after Ubbe or Sigurd. He spent the mornings on the Great Halls or somewhere else eating or pleasuring some of the other women he pleased, but most of the mornings he was on the Great Hall eating and talking with his brothers. You, on the other hand, spent your mornings training or wondering around Kattegat or the woods. You lived on your own and you had nobody to take care of. You had only Hvitserk and him for only some hours.
"It's not but I'm for your nights. I mean you came to me only the nights and—" You were saying but he stopped you by pushing you on the old tree. He was angry that day, you could understand that from the look on his face and his body language. You hissed when your body collided violently with the tree.
"Is that what you are thinking about me? Do you think that you are just some nights for me? If you think that, then you don't really know me (Y/N). You don't know me at all." He spoke harshly and pressed his body to yours. You could feel that his body was sharing it's warmth with your cold one. You turned your eyes for some seconds at his chest, you took a deep breath and then you looked back to his dark green eyes.
"What I am supposed to think, Hvitserk? Since you found that Margrethe you forgot about me, but I am okey with that! I have never told you nothing! Not because I am not jealous, I am so much jealous, but because you are not mine Hvitserk! And I am okey with that! I am okey! If this is the only way to have you for some time, I accept it! I have already accepted it!" You yelled to him. You fought hard with the tears that was forming on your eyes and were about to be dropped. You didn't want to cry in front of him. You didn't want him to see you at such condition or see you so weak.
The smirk that had formed earlier on his face faded and he looked at you confused. He had never thought that you felt like that. Well, he knew that you had feelings, you had refused all that men for him, but he didn't think that you believed that. He was thinking your words. They were replaying in his head non-stop. He exhaled a breath that he didn't know he was keeping and looked at you eyes. You were waiting desperately for his answer. He knew that he should tell about the feelings ge felt about you as well. He tried to avoid them, but that was impossible. They only grew stronger each time. Margrethe was just a way to forget about you, but he couldn't and now he was about to let you know. You had enough of this shit. You deserved something great and he wanted to give it to you. He would try to do his best to be the man you deserved.
"That's not what you deserve (Y/N). You deserve to have someone who loves you deeply, someone who is honorable and will take care of you. I don't know if I am that man, I only know that I have some really strange feelings for you. I have never felt like that ever again. I was a coward and I avoided them, that's why I was spending so much time with Margrethe. The truth is that I love you, woman and if you accept me I want to try to be the man you need. I want to try for you." He said truthfully. He was looking at your eyes all the time he was talking. You were shocked. You wanted him. You wanted him more than anything.
You wanted him when you didn't know about his feelings, when you shared him with any other woman. From now on he would be yours. You would be an idiot if you sent him away, just because you were stubborn. You couldn't lie that you didn't want him. You couldn't tell him to leave, you would hate yourself if you did such a thing. You were head over heels for him and he was for you as well. Now you knew that too.
He was waiting for your answer, but you didn't have any reaply for him. His words caught you off guard. You had to do something. You grabbed him by his clothes and kissed him roughly. His reaction was kind of late but you didn't mind. When he understood what you were doing he kissed you back and he was in charge now. His tongue entered roughly your mouth and played with yours. You kissed for a long time, you only pulled away when you needed to breathe, but he didn't let you. Your body was stil trapped between the old tree and his strong body.
His dark green eyes were on your own eyes. He looked at you carefully, he didn't lose any move that you did. Nobody of you two talked or moved. You were just watching each other and it was getting uncomfortable for you. He liked that, he liked watching you. You dropped your eyes to the ground but his fingers on your chin forced you to look back at him.
"Hvitserk." You just muttered his name and he smiled widely. He liked how his name sound when it came out from your mouth. He leaned to kiss you again but you pushed his chest slightly and stopped him. He looked at you frowned, he thought you wanted him. You did want him, but you were confused about what was going to happen between you two. "Before anything else I need to ask you what is happening now. So what is happening?" You tried to say without lose your words and he smiled again, he leaned closer to you and pulled your braided hair out of the way.
"Now you are my only woman and I am your man. Only your man. Your Hvitserk." He spoke and kissed your neck. All your body shivered when you listened his words and he understood it. He liked the fact that you were vulnerable before him. After all, he was the one who drive you that way. You were madly in love with him. "I just want you saying my name again. Say it again, (Y/N)." He spoke. He was still kissing your neck when he was talking. You moaned softly, the way he liked the most.
"Hvitserk." You said his name again and he groaned. You smiled when you listened him. "Sweet Hvitserk." You said again and he stopped kissing you this time. He was just looking you hungrily. You knew too welly that insatiable look on his face. He wanted to have you, all of you, here and now. Nothing and none could stop Hvitserk when he needed you, when he wanted you. He lefted the skirts of your dress quickly and placed his hand too close your entrance, you tried not to moan when he touched you, but it seemed impossible. "You want it here?" You asked him and he nodded. After that, he entered two of his fingers inside you and you almost yelled. He grinned and started to move his fingers fast and in wild pace inside you. He knew well what he was doing. He knew exactly where to touch you. He had done it a thousand times before. He had learned all your weak spots.
You moaned insanely, until he stopped. Before you ask why, he dropped on his knees and his hands lifted your dress up to your belly. He kissed your thigh and motioned you to open your legs. You gasped, knowing what he was going to do. He was going to eat you up. This was his favorite thing. You opened your legs. He looked one last time, before place his head between your thighs. His tongue licked your entrance and you tried not to scream. His skilled tongue entered you and he screamed because of the pleasure. He did what he was doing with his fingers before, but the feeling was different. His tongue could drive you crazy.
Your moans was loud and he loved listening to them. You felt that thing on your belly, meaning that you were about to cum. He understood that too, because your walls clenched around him.
"Hvitserk!" You screamed when you released yourself on his mouth. He licked all of your juices and then he stood up and kissed you hard. You tried to catch your breath, but his hand on your butt didn't help you at all. He was squeezing it. His lips let yours and they moved to your neck. His mouth were leaving marks all over your neck. Your nails raked his shoulders trying not to moan or something like that, you were on the woods, after all, anyone could see. "Hvitserk, let's go somewhere else! Somewhere.............. private." You were trying to say between your moans, but he didn't want to stop. He wanted you there. He wanted to claim you on that tree.
That man was insatiable when it came to sex. He could go a whole night without stop a bit, without cum. He pushed you over the edge. He drove you crazy. Your body was hurting everywhere after just a night with him.
He growled as an answer, as he did most of the times when you were having sex. He didn't stop, because he didn't mind people watching. Actually, he liked it. He liked people watching you knowing that you are only his woman.
He stopped leaving his marks on your body. You thought that you were goinvlg to leave, so when you tried to leave from that tree, he pushed you back there and when your back collided with the tree again, you moaned out of pain. He untied his pants impatiently and released his erection. When you saw it you gasped. He lifted your dress up and wrapped his hands around your waist. He lifted you and you wrapped your legs around his waist.
He thrusted hard and deep inside you and you bit his shoulder not to scream. It was too difficult not to do it. He did thrusted you again deeper and harder than before. This time you didn't make it to reach his shoulder and you screamed his name. His smirked when he listened you and he pounded again rougher than the previous times.
"Hvitserk!" You screamed again. Your eyes were closed and tears were streaming down your cheeks along with sweat. You were a mess and he enjoyed this. Hvitserk was examining your mess of a face and was smirking.
After a little you couldn't control your release, you needed to free yourself around him. You tightened around him and your hands squeezed both of his shoulders.
"Hvitserk!!" You screamed louder than every other time and you let your body free. His hands tightened around your waist, so you wouldn't fall after this. He pulled himself out of you, without release and tied his pants. You stayed stuck on that tree, your juices run down your thighs. He let your dress fall down and hide your exposed body. Your eyes were following all his moves but you didn't move a bit.
When he saw you standing there, his hands trapped your inside it.
"Come, my love. We haven't finished yet." He whispered and pulled you close to him. It was going to be a long day.
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mmm this does intrigue me... A LOT
I love the crazy hillbilly vibes
fem!reader
CW: corpses(very descriptive!), blood, kidnapping, puking
It's an early morning, and the dew on the grass shines when the sun hits is. Mother is helping the servants make breakfast and father has gone into town for work. It's not often that you wake up so early, and you would like to enjoy your time outside. Mother does not like when you wander around outside because you always come back with the hem of your dress dirty and tattered. In order to avoid the wrath of your mother, you put on some pants that one of the stable boys let you borrow. Oh but if mother ever saw you in pants when not riding, then you would have to pray for your life.
You lay down in the damp grass, trees providing some shade, but sun still covering your body. It's a beautiful day, you think you may go horse back riding later. Your favorite horse, Tim Tam, would be excited to see you.
Wind blows, rustling the grass around you, sending a chill up your spine. You can just barely see your house in the distance, you walked quite a ways.
The sound of a horse clopping nears, stomping in the grass and surely leaving tracks. You sit up and look around, but can't find the source of the sound. One of the stable boys must have taken a horse out for exercise. Without warning, a horse leaps out of the trees, it rears in front of you and lets out a bellowing neigh. You gasp and scatter backwards.
The horse brings it's hooves down with a loud 'thump'. A man sits atop the horse, tall and intimidating. He dawns dark clothing, between farm clothes and noblemen clothes. There is no other way to explain it. His hair is tied up in a pony tail, and it is quite long. But that's not what catches your attention. It's his eyes. Dark and hollow, endless, hypnotizing.
You clear your throat and stand up, patting the dirt off of your pants. "Hello sir, what brings you around here?"
His voice is flat, monotone, and unchanging. "Get on."
"Excuse me?" You ask, completely baffled.
This scene reminds you of an old story your mother told you. Somewhere in Greece there are two gods, a dark one taking the woman who is amongst the flowers.
He seems angry, only slightly furrowing his brows. It's his eyes that tell you he's frustrated. He leans down, and grabs you by your bicep, gripping it tightly.
"Hey! That hurts!" You yelp out.
There's no time to react when he yanks you from the ground, seating you in front of him on the saddle.
"What are doing?!" You exclaim, unable to move with one of his arms holding you against him. He digs his stirrup into the side of his horse, and with one hand holding the reigns, rushes off.
No matter all of your screaming and crying, there is no escape or answers. Eventually your throat is raw from the yelling, and you fall silent. It feels as if you speak that blood would fill your mouth. Soon enough, a fence comes into view. Beyond the fence you can barely make out a farm house across from the acres of fields. The horse jumps the fence, and trots contently towards the house. As you get closer, you realize just how big this house is. It must be three times as big as your own house. There's a barn to the side of it, it's doors wide open, but it seems that there are no animals inside.
A servant is waiting outside of the house, and when the both of you dismount the horse, he leads it to some stables. The man who abducted you grips your wrist tightly, enough that you know there will be bruises. He remains quiet, and you do the same. The doors are grand, and he pushes through them. He leads you through the foyer and to what must be the Great Chamber of the house. Sitting in a love seat with a round wooden table in front of her, is a tall woman dawning a fascinator, and an elegant dress.
Without turning to look at you she says, "I see you obtained her Illumi. The servants are waiting in her room." So his name is Illumi?
"Thank you mother." He returns.
He leads you up excessively tall stairs and down a hall to a door with locks on the outside of it. He pushes you inside and locks the door behind you.
In the room there are three women, standing in a line with their heads bowed. "Welcome my lady." Says the woman in the middle. The woman to the left follows, "We are to wash and dress you." The woman on the right adds, "Please allow us to do so."
Soon enough, you're sitting on a chair in the nude, the women using cloths on your body. They dip them into the bucket with soapy water, and rubs the cloth up and down your body. You're dressed in under garments, and then in a round gown. Your face is covered with powder, some light lip balm rubbed against your lips, giving them a rosy tint. Lastly, your hair is styled in a way that it never has been, it takes two hours.
It's dark by the time the women unlock the door and leave. You wander around the room, examining the furniture. The curtains are drawn, so you look outside. It's hard to see anything in the dark, the light from the barn being just bright enough to see in the distance. There's a thump from below you, and you peer down closer to the house. Someone is dragging something off of the deck, but as they get further away from the house, you are unable to see them.
If being abducted weren't enough evidence, there is definitely something wrong here. When you try to speak, all that comes out are quiet whimpers and squeals. It's painful to the point you wish you had never tried to speak.
You realize that the bedroom door is cracked, leading to the dark hallway. You make your way over to the door and peek your head out, looking both ways down the hall. It's almost pitch black, the only light from a window, shining bright moonlight. You step out and find yourself wandering to the end of the long hall. A room with two doors which are wide open presents itself. A man sits on the unusually large bed, examining your every move.
He calls out to you in the darkness, "Come in. I don't bite."
You tip toe towards him, standing in front of the bed where he sits. He's large, the moonlight reveals his muscles, and glowing blue eyes. "You will make a wonderful wife." He leans forwards, and pets your face, holding your chin in his hand.
"So strong, so smart. Yes, a wonderful wife for my son." He says. You would protest but there is no way you could produce sounds from your mouth. These people are fucking crazy. "Go on now, explore your new home."
You happily do as he says, pulling your face away from his hand and scurrying out into the hall, and down the stairs. Have these people not heard about candles? They have servants, so they must be able to illuminate their house.
The house is eerily still, the air stiff. The front door, you'll go out pf the front door. But you have a feeling if you try to escape there will be someone on guard.
You push through the heavy doors, needing to put all of your weight and strength in order to open it. The door slams behind you, and you let out a sigh, wiping sweat off of your forehead. Yes, they are neurotic.
This is where you saw the person below you dragging something. There's a path in the grass where something has been pulled through. It's flattened it, leading far away.
You pick up your dress, stepping down the stairs and following the path. Eventually your arms get tired and you drop your dress to the ground, allowing it to be tainted. Your feet begin to hurt as well, so you pull off your shoes and carry them. The grass is wet, and makes a gross squelching sound when your feet meets the ground.
Soon enough a light can be seen, it's the barn. The path leads directly to the barn. Your dress is muddy, the beautiful peach color having turned into a gross black and brown color at the hems.
Your heart begins to pound as you begin to near the wooden structure. You debate turning around and going back to the house, or even trying to escape... but something compels you to continue.
The doors are shut, before they were wide open. Once you step onto the concrete in front of the doors, you wipe your feet on it. Trying to get the gross muddy feeling off, not accomplishing this. You take a moment to gather yourself, and grab the handles of one of the barn doors. Similarly to the house, the door is just as heavy. Your feet scrape against the ground as you pull on the door, causing them to bleed. Quickly you slip inside the door before it shuts on you. Your feet sting and your hands burn from the effort.
It stinks, it smells absolutely rancid. It smells like rotting bodi-...
Humans. Corpses. They hang from the ceiling upside down, being drained of their blood as farmers do with chickens. The ground is covered in blood, a puddle of it that you could swim in. Some people are pinned against boards or walls, just as Jesus was. There's a large bin in the back where bodies are piled into, hands and feet and legs and arms hanging out of it.
The smell is overwhelming. The sight is overwhelming. You fall to your knees and hang your head back, looking at all the nude corpses. Mortifying. Their faces seem to hang off of their head, as if they're melting. Well, those of them that still have faces. Some are blue and purple, some are missing arms. There arms hanging down from the bodies, as if reaching out to someone for help.
Who could do such a thing. What man would do such a horrible thing. You fall forward, holding yourself up on all fours. There's a pile of hair underneath you, and can feel the bile rising in your throat. You can't help it, everything you've eaten in the past week comes pouring out. But at least it smells better than the bodies.
A hand pats your back, and weakly you turn your head to look up. There, 'Illumi' stands, watching you with emotionless eyes.
He looks at the travesty in front of him and back at you. "It would have been best that you stay in the house." He walks forward, and reaches out, touching the hand of one of the hanging corpses. He grips the hand and rips it off of the body, but there's no blood left in that body to come out. It's bloated and diseased, but he throws it into the bin of bodies.
"Go to bed. I will send breakfast and medicinal herbs to your room in the morning." Before waiting for an answer or a reaction, he leaves, leaving you leaning over your own puke.
You would stuff your face in the puke if that meant not smelling the rot anymore. Instead you hurry out of the barn and collapse on the concrete. 'Oh god, oh god please spare me' repeats in your head. It can only get better, right?
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"Your Armageddon"
•Fandom: Duskwood
⚠️->Episodes 5-8 Spoiler!
•Pairing/Character: MC, MWAF (Micheal)
•Word Count: 1.1k
•Genre: Angst
•Trigger Warnings: brief mention of blood and self-hatred, mentions of death
•Summary: MC stands face to face with the place responsible for the legend that calls itself the avenger of sins. Turns out, she was just the final pawn in the MWAF’s wicked game.
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Fog strangled the forests of Duskwood in a thick grey, forbidding to let anyone gaze farther than their arms could reach. Wind forced branches to collide, wind that soon swirled into a cruel storm to leave nothing but heartless destruction in its path.
As the world seemed to be taken away by Armageddon, I stood with my feet like rooted to the ground. The raven carved into the wood was almost shielded from my vision. Almost.
“Our origin. It lies here.” A raspy, sand-paper like voice taunted my mind from behind. The unnerving sound chased the hairs on my arms and neck upwards, nausea creeping into my throat.
“Is that why you brought me here, Micheal?” My own heartbeat nearly deafened me.
“Do not call me by my name.”
I shivered as I captured the calm tone inside his words. People possessing such calmness within such madness. They were dangerous. By far beyond dangerous. Rain crashed down like cascades, perfecting the chaos menacing around us, flooding homes of animals and drowning out hopes.
“We are one.” Micheal spoke.
“We…?”
“We. Every Man Without A Face before me, every Man Without A Face to follow after me. We share the same memories of your sins, we share the same curse.” Micheal’s voice darkened with each word spoken.
“But— But this is just a legend-“
“Naive girl.” His calmness began to fade away into the depths of hatred. “We are bound to this universe. We are the avengers for your sins. We are the justice. We are the misunderstood!”
I winced at the sudden loudening of his words. My veins pulsated with hot blood run cold, thoughts going numb with each passing dulled second. My airways tightened with an invisible rope swung around my neck.
“Ask MC.” Micheal’s voice bore into me “Ask. Ask! Ask what’s been haunting you!”
“Why?!” I shouted “Why Hannah?! Why Richy?! Why YOU?!”
I couldn’t see him, but I knew, I felt it. The sickening grin of success, securely hidden under his mask burned on my back, ill sensations diving into my spine.
“Jennifer!” Micheal pressed out, pained inside his neglected soul, relieved to say her name again. “Her death brought this curse upon me! Hannah and Richy watched her life cease from this world! They left her to die, allowed her murderer to run free!”
“They were only kids!” My shout matched a screech.
“Death knows no age!” A tree crashed into the ground behind us. The ominous loud thump hunted ravens out of their shelter, towards the one and only person their loyalty belongs to. My arms flung up and crossed in front of my head to protect my face. Micheal’s furious voice kept burning its way into my brain.
“Her death tore my life apart! Her death allowed the curse to seep into my cracked soul!”
“How is that possible?” I tried to mask my fright with half-hearted compassion.
“You don’t understand?! We were emotionally bound the strongest to those who fell victim to the cruelest of sins! We avenge our loved ones and protect those who can’t protect themselves!”
“By robbing lives?! You are committing sins yourself!”
“That is why we are the victims of our successors. This curse is Duskwood’s hell circle.”
Tears edged my eyes. Memories I couldn’t repress longer found their way back to torture my consciousness. The storm howled louder as the trees whipped into all directions with immeasurable violence. My knees started to feel light under the hectic of the unforgiving insanity those gone-by moments brought back to me.
“Do you feel the sting? The burn? The pain under your skin?” Micheal’s voice mixed psychopathy and lunacy as well as calmness and peace. With a weak spark of agitated success. “Do you hear their voices? Do you see their faces pleading you for help? Do you run from the guilt your sins have brought you? Do you see what monster you encouraged me to become?”
Thunder boomed through the fighting trees. I cried out in despair, broke under the suspense and agony he put me under as I bailed down onto my knees. My hands covered my ears, praying I’d somehow be able to shut his voice out before they reach my brain.
The sweet feelings of his achievement soothed Micheal’s wrath. His mind cleared as he saw his goal unfold in front of him like a dahlia in July.
The sound of branches breaking mixed with the loudness of rain, storm and thunder, becoming clearer and clearer the more Micheal stalked closer to me. I clutched my hands around my ears, with an intensity strong enough to make me hurt myself.
Micheal crouched down behind me. One of his hands grabbed my wrist and moved it away from my ear, easily fighting against the resistance I had attempted put up.
“Answer me, MC.”
I did. Day by day I ran from myself, hated when I saw my reflection, punched a mirror to shatters and watched my knuckles bleed until I could walk again. Every day the images of Richy would restrain my mind with shackles, guilt and helplessness charging and tackling me down the second the image unlocked their door.
“Crying. The silence of the sinners.” Micheal hummed. I didn’t notice I started sobbing.
“You mentioned Hannah and Richy… why me… why are you after me?”
“You have helped murderers. You willingly put people in danger for your own goals. You are powerfully bound to someone who has Duskwood’s blood inside their veins. You are the perfect victim. You are the final sin to separate me from my curse.”
My head pounded with distress. I pleaded for everything to be a nightmare, for the cold of the rain on my skin to be imagined, for the thunder in the sky to be a loud neighbor cutting into my dreams, for the storm to be a mask of my guilt.
The sentences resonated in my mind, bouncing and leaving a dull ache everywhere they touched my being. My parents weren’t from Duskwood. Neither of them had connections to the forgotten village within the lost forest.
My eyes went wide and a sudden inhale filled my lungs as realization came to me.
Jake.
Micheal yanked my head upward by my hair. A thunderbolt struck the tree in half, the spot scared with the raven splitting into two. Merciless heat of fire graced against my freezing skin, a high-pitched ringing consuming my ears. A cold metal blade pressed against my throat as I felt Micheal get closer to my ear one last time.
“This is your Armageddon, MC.”
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A/N: Hi!💕 This post was rather unplanned since I didn't want to post too much Angst, but I've had this idea for a while now and reading the story of @neptunee has given me so much motivation, I couldn't resist🤭🌿 I hope the stories don't share too much similarities, I promise if anything appears copied I didn't do it on full on purpose!
#duskwood fanfiction#duskwood#duskwood everbyte#duskwood mc#duskwood player#duskwood mwaf#duskwood mc x mwaf#everbyte studio
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Fic: Sy vs The Kitten 1/1
Title: Sy vs the Kitten (tm) - Round One
Pairing: There is an established coupledom between Sy and The Wife (that’s You! 💕💕) and it is mentioned, but the main showdown is between the Beard and the Claws. Captain Syverson x You
Rating: Fluff fluff fluffity fluff. You want it, I got it for you. 💖💖
Summary: A kitten, a frosty morning, and a gruff green beret with a heart of gold.
Word count: 1975
@angreav and @angelicwolf98 as promised :)
also @thelastsock and @wolvesandhoundshowltogether I JUST saw your exchange regarding a feral reader/Sy. This isn’t it, but it’s close ;)
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In Mid-November, it was expected to be cold in the mountains of northern Montana, but, when he awoke to a murky Friday morning, it wasn't just cold, it was down right freezing. With his eyes closed, he lay in warmth and security of his bed thinking how easy it would be to merely turn over and go back to sleep.
But, there was work to be done and with a sigh he sat up, pushed aside the heavy quilts and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. Scrubbing both hands through his closely cropped hair and feeling his sleep warmed skin prickling in the chill, Sy stayed there a moment longer and mentally ticked over his to-do list.
Behind him, hidden under the mound of quilts, his wife groaned, clenched into a tight ball and he received an ear full of muffled complaining telling him to either get back into bed and put that furnace he called a body to good use or get up, but damn him for letting out the heat!
Chuckling, he nearly lay down again, desperate to do the former, but as he had to start his day, he reluctantly chose the latter. He got up, spread the rest of the bed clothes about his wife's already buried form and then fondly whacked her bum with an open hand, earning an incomprehensible string of words that may or may not have been a promise of bodily harm.
Specifically /his/ body coming to harm.
Amused by her idle threat, he left her to sleep and quietly went into the adjoining bathroom.
Sy showered and dressed and followed by his rescue dog, Aika, who met him on the stairway landing, he descended to the lower level where the scent of coffee greeted him. The previous night, his ever thoughtful wife had programmed the coffee maker to ensure that hot coffee was waiting for him when he got up and even as he poured a cup for himself, he longed to go upstairs, get into bed and pull her back into his arms.
He grumbled to himself, as the want of his sweet-smelling wife rose like a aching knot in his throat. He was halfway between putting the cup back onto the counter when the big shaggy Alsatian bumped expectantly against his legs, distracting him.
'Right, right, Aika. I remember,' he laughed and he gave her, her morning snack.
No use wasting more time, he thought.
A stiff dark brown canvas jacket hung from a hook by the back door. Shrugging into it and pulling on a matching hand knitted beanie (one of many homecoming presents from his wife) he opened the door and stepped out into the cold, crisp morning.
Cradling the steaming cup of coffee, Sy stood on the wide back porch surveying the stretch of land and the forest beyond. He loved spending his downtime at the family ranch as it was so far and away from his normal chaotic hell. The air was clean and fresh and the only gunshot he heard was the occasional crack of a distant hunting rifle as someone took down their dinner. He found clarity and serenity at the ranch and the quality time he spent with his wife there was sufficient to keep him sated and strong enough to face going back into service.
His thoughts drifted to the woman in his bed again and a contented smile curved his lips. He was definitely going to finish up his chores quickly and spend the rest of the day worshipping her luscious body. That would certainly warm her up.
Sy really had only one job that morning before breakfast and it was to ensure that the corn silos were all buttoned up and that the paperwork on their contents was properly filled out. That meant getting into the truck and driving the half mile of dirt road to the edge of the ranch where the trio of silver silos stood.
He put his now empty coffee mug on the the narrow table sat between two rocking chairs by the back door and whistling softly to the dog, he trotted down the stairs and walked towards his truck.
Aika, who had been curled on a soft handmade dog bed at his feet, busily smelling whatever Alsatians could smell between porch deck boards, snorted and pushed up and to her feet. She yawned, squeaked and shook her lanky body, but remained standing on the top step looking down at him.
Sy looked back at her and she regarded him placidly. He knew that Aika loved being in the mountains and was becoming very accustomed to the luxurious life he had been able to provide for her. But sometimes she just wanted to laze around and be spoiled.
'Aika,' he said gently, patting his thigh. 'C'mon, girl. We'll get this over with, ok? Then breakfast.'
The word 'breakfast' perked her up and her long tail shot into the air behind her. She wagged it furiously but instead of following Sy down the stairs, she turned and went to sniff around the back door. She pawed it a little and barked to be let in, for breakfast was only served inside.
'Aika!' he laughed. 'Come on now, girl. C'mon.'
She whipped into a circle and looked longingly at the door before sighing and bouncing down the stairs.
Sy fished his truck keys out of his jacket pocket and walked up the gravel path to where he'd parked the truck. Aika followed and then alerted by something, stopped suddenly, and frantically sniffed the air. She hunched to snuffle at the front grill of the truck before dropping flat to wedge herself beneath the chassis.
'Aika!' Sy snapped going to see what had captivated the dog so much.
He crouched, reaching for her collar to try to drag her out from beneath the truck. 'What's goin' on with you.'
Aika didn't give up.
She continued to bark and bark until he relented and popped the hood. He used a small Maglite to quickly scan the top of engine for the thing that had whipped his dog into a frenzy. Not seeing anything out of the ordinary and about to slam shut the hood again, a small noise caused him to pause.
Aika heard it too and barked once, inquisitively. Sy glanced down at the dog who tilted her head up to meet his gaze.
Sy stepped up on the chrome front bumper, ducked under the raised hood and leaned in for a closer look. He wove the torch's beam in and around the engine parts and he huffed out a noise of surprise when the stark white circle of light fell upon a small grey furry lump.
Said furry lump promptly lifted big watery eyes, squinted in the bright light and meowed.
This barely audible sound sent Aika into another frenzy of barking and she attempted to clamber up onto the bumper and into the engine.
'Stop it! Sit!' Sy chided her glancing back at the house and hoping the noise hadn't disturbed his sleeping wife. With a huff Aika obediently plopped her rump onto the gravel and waited.
'Damn,' he muttered, thinking that if Aika hasn't alerted him to their stowaway, he would have had a mess on his hands later.
Sy reached into the engine and tried to curve his big hand about the tiny kitten body but his heroics were immediately rewarded with the violent wrath of teeth and claws. With a startled yelp of pain, he snatched his hand back and involuntarily jerked up and banged the back of his head against the underside of the hood.
He bit down hard on another swear and rubbed the back of his throbbing head. Sy glanced down at Aika who whined with apparent sympathy. But, it was probably more amusement than sympathy.
'Yeah, thanks,' he grumbled in response. 'Aw right.'
Clearing his throat, Sy trained the light on the kitten again who now glared up at him with as much kitteny menace as it could muster.
He tried again to fish the fuzzball from its hiding place but unable to get a good grip, he drew back again.
Need two hands, he thought.
He slid the tail end of the Maglight into his mouth and using one hand, he corralled the kitten into his other and managed to squish it gently into a hissing ball between his lightly cupped hands. Sy held the kitten against his side, stored the torch in his back pocket and then rearranged the kitten to get a better hold on it. Nose up in the air, Aika tore circles around him, wanting to get closer to the dew wet and shivering kitten.
'Now, where's yer mama?' Sy asked the sad, big-eyed face.
The kitten meowed pitifully, made an attempt to escape but decided instead to nestle into the heat of the man's comforting hands. And, with a sigh, he tucked the ball of fur and claws into the breast pocket of his over-shirt to help keep the kitten warm with his body.
'Anybody else?' Sy asked Aika and nodded to the truck.
The dog stared up at him, much too interested in the pocket hitch hiker to answer. Sy stepped back up onto the bumper and not only finished his investigation of the engine from the top, but also from the bottom.
Nothing. All clear of sheltering fur balls.
'Right,' he said to both animals now in his protection. 'Let's go.'
He helped Aika jump up into the tall cab and slamming the door, he walked around the truck to the driver's side and climbed in. Rescuing kittens aside, there were still chores to be done.
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There was a woman in the kitchen when he returned with the kitten and Aika in tow.
She looked up from from her coffee and circular needles and when he finished hanging up his jacket and stuffing the beanie into the jacket's pocket, she put aside her unfinished work.
'I promised you a beating,' she teased with a bright sunny smile.
Sy looked at her a moment, hand protectively cupped about the lump in his plaid shirt's breast pocket.
'What?'
He'd forgotten about her sleepy threats.
'For this morning.'
He thought a moment and then laughed a dirty little confident laugh.
'Oh,' he replied and supressed a grin.
He approached her and leaned in to kiss her forehead. When she lifted her face, he kissed her lips. 'Whenever you want to throw down,' he said, grabbing her chin between his fingers to keep her head up. 'I'm ready.'
She smiled with interest before she was distracted.
'What's that?' she asked, tapping the back of his hand still cupped against his shirt.
Sy drew back, gently extracted the sleepy kitten and presented it to her.
'It was hiding in the engine of my truck,' he explained and smiled a little when she reached both hands out to accept the kitten with a soft coo.
Sy poured another cup of coffee and leaned against the counter to watch his wife walk around the kitchen to find appropriate materials to clean and swaddle the kitten. She opened a can of tuna and they both watched the animal eat its fill.
Once the kitten had fallen asleep in its new warm cocoon, she handed the bundle to Sy. Kissing his bearded cheek, she smiled.
'Once you save a life...' she said and left him alone in the kitchen with his new fluffy responsibility.
Aika sat before him and watched the exchange intently. Sy leaned down and presented the bundle to the dog who sniffed it excitedly and then immediately began licking the tiny head.
'Aw right, aw right. Take it easy.'
Sy straightened and continued to drink his coffee as he studied the little pointy face.
'I'm responsible for you now. I'll take care of ya, don't worry.'
-end :)
#captain syverson#henry cavill#the witcher#geralt#man of steel#sandcastle#napoleon solo#sherlock holmes#enola holmes#syverson
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Chasing the Past Pt. 2 (Johnny Lawrence x Reader)
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Request by Anon: Could I please get a Johnny Lawrence imagine where he and the reader (who is daniels sister) are secretly dating. Maybe like an old flame back in the 80s and now they reconnected?
A/N: In the first part (Y/N), Daniel LaRusso’s sister, came back to LA after five years of being away. She reconnects with Johnny and wakes up in his apartment after getting drunk at a party. In this part (Y/N) and Johnny have to face Daniel and his rage hahaha
Warnings: swearing(!!!), mentions of alcohol, angst, fluff and maybe a little bit of slight smut
Wordcount: 2473
Johnny’s face is almost doubled right in front you, but you see it as a good thing, twice as much of Johnny is great. Four bright blue eyes are much better than just two. But then there are two again. He has you close to him, his strong hands resting on your hips, slowly making their way further down to your ass and he is twirling you around. You dance. “I missed you, Johnny” you slur and cup his beautiful face, on it the dirtiest grin you have ever seen. He doesn’t answer, just squeezes your ass and suddenly kisses you. Almost too much tongue, red lipstick on his face, sloppy kisses on the neck and the jaw. You are melting under his touch.
Blurry way though the dark, you are laughing, Johnny and you still dancing together through the night. In his hand a bagged bottle, you don’t care what’s inside as you take a sip. You stop for a heated make-out session, he presses your back hardly against the wall of an apartment complex and his hands are already making their way under your sweatshirt. The bottle slips out of his hands and breaks on the ground. “God, I’ve been thinking about doing this for five years!” Johnny grunts and almost violently kisses you. “Get a fucking room!” someone shouts angrily in the distance “Get away from here, you fucking pervs!”
White sheets, clothes everywhere, naked bodies, Johnny’s hands all over you, moans. You are enjoying yourself. Johnny’s messy blonde hair.
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“Fuck”, you said again, almost in disbelief but this time you were smiling. Out of the sudden, Johnny moved. Your heart started beating, you didn’t know if you were ready for any conversation. You didn’t even know if Johnny would regret this or not. You most certainly didn’t, you just wished to remember a little bit more of the steamy night.
“Good morning, princess”, he whispered, voice all raspy and sleepy, he yawned and stroked your hair, “Did you sleep well?”
“I feel like shit” you admitted and sat up, dragging the covers over your bare chest, which immediately stressed how your head was still heavy and spinning. You almost wished you didn’t sit up in the first place, you wanted to lay on Johnny’s chest again. But you didn’t and just stared at him. God, he was still so beautiful. You then signed over to his naked torso, “Did we…?” You still had to reassure yourself that this amazing night actually happened.
“Oh yeah” Johnny answered proudly and sat up too. You were surprised when the first thing he did was kissing you. This Johnny you didn’t know, you caught glimpses of him, but he never fully showed himself. Then he got out of bed, put on some clothes and turned to you.
“I’ll get you an Aspirin and then I will make you breakfast”
“What is it with you Johnny?” you asked, completely perplexed, “You never made me breakfast, you never cared the next morning”
Johnny shrugged: “And you see what it got me, the girl who finally made me get over Ali and the fight with Daniel, who made my life a little less miserable just disappeared on me for five years without a trace. I don’t want you to disappear on me again for god knows how many years this time”
Without a trace was a lie, he still could’ve gone to Daniel LaRusso, ask him about his sister, ask for her phone number, her address. But when you went to college you made it perfectly clear that Daniel would kill him without having second thoughts for banging his sister and if he didn’t manage, you would’ve killed him yourself. And after all this time Johnny asked himself why he cared about that, why he was such a pussy and cared about what Daniel would think and do, above all. Now he didn’t anymore, he had no fucks to give about it anymore. As long as you were by his side for a little while, he could live with Daniel hating him more than he did already.
“Glad, to have been at your service, you asshole” you said rolling your eyes but still laughing.
“You’re welcome. So, are you saying we keep that going or what?”
You shrugged.
“Does that mean you are staying in Reseda?”
You shrugged again, it kind of did but you’d never know for how long. Thankfully, Johnny dropped the topic after that. Just like you, he really wasn’t the type to talk relationships. Maybe you two would’ve taken a different path when he had been the last time but that was again, ancient history.
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The breakfast was simple, Johnny wasn’t the greatest cook, but that was okay, you weren’t either. It was more about the time you spent together. It was fun, it felt amazing being with him in his tiny kitchen, just talking about the old times and joking around. It was even fun when he flunked a spoonful of scrambled eggs directly in your face. You ate, you took a shower you scrubbed off all the remaining make-up from last and you felt a little bit better. Johnny enjoyed having you over. Normally, he didn’t let his girls stay that long, he usually made them go home very quickly, not so with you. He’d even be okay with you staying the whole day, hell, even another night or two. But as soon as you got of shower his hope vanished.
“I need to go home now” you announced shyly.
“So soon?”
“Yeah, Danny is probably worried sick, I also promised him, we go out for sushi today, just us two.”
Johnny rolled his eyes and hugged you suddenly, almost a little too tightly “Don’t you want to stay?”
“To be honest, I do, but I also want to spend some time with my big brother.”
“I guess, I’ll drive you home then”
“Only if you want to, I can walk or get a cab”. Fortunately, you didn’t manage to lose your handbag at the beach, so you’d have enough money.
“That is out of question. I always drive my babes!” Johnny said proudly which was a big fat lie, he didn’t always bother but with you, it was another situation.
The car ride was not as bad as you had expected, you didn’t get sick which you were afraid you would do because you still could remember well enough how fast Johnny drove. Yet, it was great to sit in his red Pontiac Firebird again, it shot your memories straight back to high school when you secretly hung out with Johnny for a couple of times. Sadly, it was over too soon. Johnny pulled up in the driveway to Daniel’s apartment building. He quickly got out of the car to open the car door for you before you could reach the handle yourself.
“Wow, I don’t know if like that new Johnny” you laughed and nudged him, “Far too nice!”
“Yeah, would you like me doing that instead?” Johnny’s eyes darkened and you remembered also seeing that look last night and out of a sudden he pinned you between the red Firebird and him, his face very close to yours.
“Do you like me being a bad guy instead?”, his lips brushed over you when he talked. And you wanted to say yes or even nod but you breath quickened; your hart started beating a faster rhythm.
“Thought so.” he whispered into your ear sending shivers down your spine on that hot summer day. He was just about to kiss you, maybe you should go back to his place after all, you thought, when you were instantly interrupted.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Lawrence!?!?!?” a scream echoed through the whole block, “Get the fuck away from her!”
Johnny promptly jumped to side but as soon as the realized who that was coming from a dirty grin appeared on his perfectly shaped lips. Daniel, face almost grey with fury, was running towards them, eyes all wild, hands clenched to fists.
“Oh fuck”, you gasped but couldn’t hold back a laugh, that was too absurd, “Maybe you should’ve dropped me off a few blocks away”
“Nah, this is going to be fun”
But you thought otherwise, this was going to be anything else bun fun. Comical, but definitely not fun.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, (Y/N)?” Daniel yelled pointing a finger at you when he finally came to a halt right in front of you.
“Nothing’s wrong with me, I’m completely fine, thanks for asking Danny”
“Don’t you fucking talk back to me like that!”
“Jesus, Daniel, watch your filthy mouth, you didn’t swear that much since forever.”
“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Daniel kept on, ignoring your sarcastic remarks, “You did not come home the whole night, I’ve got no call, nothing. I didn’t sleep, I was waiting for you, I was so fucking worried and then you finally decide to come here with him and you’re talking to me like I’m the bad guy?” Daniel pointed at Johnny without even looking at him.
“Ok, mom, calm down”
“Don’t you mom me, (Y/N). You smell like a fucking distillery; you look like shit and where the fuck are your shoes?”
You looked down on your bare feet, then at Johnny who had protectively placed a hand on the small of your back and you two suddenly burst out laughing. Your drunk ass simply lost them at the beach.
“How dare you even make a sound?” Daniel shouted, this time at Johnny. It was getting embarrassing, even some neighbours were now watching how Daniel took a threatening step towards Johnny. He still was a few inches smaller than him, but he managed to compensate that with his glance. A little bit more wrath, you thought, and he would be shooting sparks out of his usually warm brown eyes.
“Damn, LaRusso, don’t wet your pants. You look like you are about to die from a heart attack”
“Shut the hell up, Lawrence” Daniel growled and came even closer, so close the tips of their noses almost touched and Johnny just kept on smiling, he didn't even flinch “You think you’re so funny, huh?”
Johnny shrugged, he did.
“What the hell is my sister doing with you?”
“She just likes me a lot more than she likes you” Johnny’s grin kept getting dirtier and dirtier with every word leaving his mouth “Actually, she always liked me a lot. When I was beating your ass in high school, (Y/N) always has been hanging out with me instead of pitying you. While you were training with your weird-ass sensei, I gave her rides all the time, we were friends. When you won in ’84 she didn’t go with you to celebrate your illegal kick, she stayed behind and cared for me. Dragged me out of the parking lot and brought me into a hospital together with Bobby and Dutch. She just never told you because a delicate little flower like you would simply die from that. And when you were trimming trees, I fucked her every goddamn day until she went away”
Your eyes widened and you looked at Johnny in shock then at Daniel who needed a second to process everything that had been said. That was about it, Johnny dropped the bomb, he told Daniel everything that was kept secret from him and everything that he needed to know.
“You did fucking what?” Daniel asked through clenched teeth, his hands shaking, he was barely holding himself back and you knew, some whit was about to go down real quick.
“I fucked your sister LaRusso, five years ago and tonight and she liked it”
And you couldn’t even say anything against it, every bit of it was true. And when Daniel gave you a quick look he knew exactly. And then, very unlikely for Daniel he threw his first punch, Johnny immediately blocking it. He shoved you to the side so wouldn’t get between them. Both stood in fighting positions and then everything happened so fast. There was a lot of fists and legs and kicks and punches, too rapid for your eyes to grasp it. And you couldn’t believe it. After all these years, these to very still ready to kill each other. But you had enough, you had enough of this stupid rivalry, you had enough of them hating each other for no reason and you definitely had enough of being their recent motive for fighting.
“Stop!” you yelled, they ignored you, “Stop it! I’ve had enough of your stupid Karate bullshit! I’m sick and tired of you two always fighting. I can’t deal with being dragged into it! I fucking hate this. Why is this the first thing that happens to me after being back after five fucking years? Why you always have to be such a drama queen, Daniel? Why are you the only person you care about, huh? And you” you turned your shouting towards Johnny “why do you always have to keep the fire going why can’t you just let it be for once?”
Your screams were much louder than Daniel’s before, but the fighting enemies still ignored you.
“If one of you throws another punch, I’m gonna call the cops and you two can sort it out in a prison cell! I don't want you to kill each other just because you see me as an object that can only belong to one of you. I'm not, I like both of you. You're my brother and I love you. And I fucking love him, Daniel”
These words worked magic on Johnny who immediately let his arms sink and whilst he looked at you, worry written into his face, he received one last kick in the guts for losing his concentration. You threw yourself at Daniel and tried to hold him back from doing more damage, for a second you were afraif he was about to kill Johnny. But with you holding him, he did not dare to keep on fighting. He didn't want to hurt you. And yet he tried to free himself from you.
“Please, Danny” you cried “Please stop and let me be!”
Daniel remained silent and calmed down, you let him go. You went over to Johnny and embraced him, he hissed under your touch but couldn’t help himself than to press you closely to his chest. His face was beaten, his lip was bleeding, and a fresh cut crowned his brow.
“I’m so sorry, babe!” he whispered into your ear and kissed your cheek. He never apologized for fighting. Until now.
“No, I’m sorry!” you said and stroked back the sweaty hair from his forehead, then you turned to your brother, “You better be sorry, too”
“I am.”
“LaRusso is sorry?” Johnny wondered and spat blood on the ground, “That’s new”
“Shut up!” you shushed him
“I am sorry, (Y/N), I didn’t know you liked this jerk that much.”
“To be fair, me neither” Johnny admitted “But I fucking love her, too, LaRusso, you know?”
Daniel nodded, maybe for his sister’s sake he was ready to give his last enemy up.
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Your precious High Lord [Nessian fic]
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Sinopsis: So this is a fix-it fic where I give my version of the scene where Nesta calls Rhysand an asshole and Cassian defends him and tells Nesta that everyone hates her 🤡🤡 The idea is to just fix the scene, so everything else (aka Cassian telling her that and Nesta leaving the room etc) stil happens. I just want Nesta to verbalize why she doesn’t like Rhysand, since nobody seems to understand her reasons.
Tagging: @gwynriel @rhaenystargaryn @clolikescloquetas @amelievrstr @t8astr8ng @wanderlustlastsforever @saltydreamcollector @lordlorcan @esrahiba @queenestarcheron @ko0mbayamylord @poisonous-bloom @jemstan300
I might fix the Amren confrontation scene too, so let me know if you want to be removed or added to the tag list ^^
Azriel was having lunch with them, giving Cassian the details for the mission he was going into. Nesta maintained her silence as she slid into her chair, picked up her fork, and dug into the fillet of beef and roasted asparagus.
Cassian cleared his throat and said to Azriel, “How long will you be gone?”
“I’m not sure.” The shadowsinger’s eyes bore into her before he added, “Vassa was right to suspect something deadly amiss. Things are dangerous enough over there that it would be wiser for me to keep my base here at the House and winnow back and forth.”
Curiosity bit deep, but Nesta said nothing. Vassa—she hadn’t seen the enchanted human queen since the war had ended. Since the young woman had tried to speak to her about how wonderful Nesta’s father had been, how he had been a true father to her, helped her and won her this temporary freedom, and on and on until Nesta’s bones were screaming to get away, her blood boiling to think that her father had found his courage for someone other than her and her sisters. That he’d been the father she had needed—but for someone else. He had let their mother die in his refusal to send his merchant fleet hunting for a cure for her, had fallen into poverty and let them starve, but had decided to fight for this stranger? This nobody queen peddling a sad tale of betrayal and loss?
That thing deep in Nesta stirred, but she ignored it, pushed it down as best she could without the distraction of music or sex or wine. She took a sip of her water, letting it cool her throat, her belly, and supposed that would have to be enough.
“What’d Rhys say about it?” Cassian asked around a mouthful of food.
“Who do you think insisted I not risk a base over there?”
“Protective bastard.” A note of affection rang in Cassian’s words, though.
Silence fell again. Azriel nodded at her. “What happened to you?”
She knew what he meant: the black eye that was finally fading. Her hands and chin had healed, along with the bruising on her body, but the black eye had turned greenish. By tomorrow morning, it’d be gone entirely. “Nothing,” she said without looking at Cassian.
“She fell down the stairs,” Cassian said, not looking at her, either.
Azriel’s silence was pointed before he asked, “Did someone … push you?”
“Asshole,” Cassian growled.
Nesta lifted her eyes from her plate enough to note the amusement in Azriel’s gaze, even though no smile graced his sensuous mouth. Cassian went on, “I told her earlier today: if she’d bother to train, she’d at least have bragging rights for the bruises.”
Azriel took a calm sip of his water. “Why aren’t you training, Nesta?”
“I don’t want to.”
“Why not?”
Cassian muttered, “Don’t waste your breath, Az.”
She glared at him. “I’m not training in that miserable village.”
Cassian glared right back. “You’ve been given an order . You know the consequences. If you don’t get off that fucking rock by the end of this week, what happens next is out of my hands.”
“So you’ll tattle to your precious High Lord?” she crooned. “Big, tough warrior needs oh-so-powerful Rhysand to fight his battles?”
“Don’t you fucking talk about Rhys with that tone” Cassian snarled.
“Or what?” Nesta snapped. “Rhys is an asshole. He is an arrogant, preening asshole.”
Azriel sat back in his seat, eyes simmering with anger, but said nothing.
“That’s bullshit,” Cassian spat, the Siphons on the backs of his hands burning like ruby flames. “You know that is bullshit, Nesta."
“I hate him,” she seethed.
“Good. He hates you, too,” Cassian shot back. “Everyone fucking hates you. Is that what you want? Because congratulations, it’s happened.”
Azriel let out a long, long breath.
Cassian’s words pelted her, one after another. Hit her somewhere low and soft, and hit hard. Her fingers curled into claws, scraping along the table. Rage emerged, boiling in her veins. She tried to contain herself, but after months of drinking herself into oblivion, using alcohol to chain her feelings, her emotions, her nightmares, she was having trouble containing all the thoughts that were coming up her throat now that only water filled her cup. Nesta sensed her own anger rise to match Cassian’s.
“I’m done with you and your problems.” he finished.
The words rumbled between them. Nesta blinked. Azriel tensed, as if surprised.
Cassian aimed for the door, his pounding steps fading down the hall.
Nesta had never in her life tried to use her issues as an excuse. There was not one flaw in her character she didn’t know about. She was terrible to be around, and she was aware of it, but she had never expected people to try to understand where it all came from. On the contrary, she used it against every person that crossed her path, so they couldn’t get to see her aching heart. She wore her issues as an armour, so people never wanted to come closer and see why she was the way she was. Nesta had used her anger against almost every person she knew, but not once had she tried to use the cause of that rage, that infinite void in her chest, as an excuse.
But she was so sick of them, their patronizing, them projecting their own issues into her, that the seal that contained her darkest thoughts broke, and the words came out. Because if after everything she had given to them she still hadn’t made it up to Feyre, then there was absolutely nothing else for her to do. She had nothing left to give.
She wanted them to know what their victory cost her. If Cassian didn’t want to see on his own, she would make him.
“I gave my life for you. For all of you” Cassian halted in the archway of the door. Azriel’s eyes were fixed on her, even if her own stare had followed Cassian. “Even before the war, I tried to make it up to my sister for the four years she hunted for us.” Cassian’s body was almost lost in the shadows coming out of the hallway, but still close enough to the door that she could see his back, his wings, the tension in his muscles under his shirt.
“Your High Lord likes to pretend I’m nothing but a burden, but I’m only what you’ve made of me” When none of the illyrians interrupted her, Nesta felt seen for a moment.
Then, she realized the temperature in the room had dropped, her nails had left marks on the table, and Azriel’s shadows were ready to strike if needed.
Cassian was also still, ready to move.
They were not listening to her, they were waiting for her to attack. Like a wild animal. Like Rhysand in his studio, using his power on her to make her sit.
They expected nothing better from her than that. They expected her to unleash her wrath on them, and that’s what she was going to do. She didn’t care.
“To have any kind of contact with fae is a crime in the Mortal Lands. Did you know that?“
She wanted himto know she was talking about a time prior to their last day in the battlefield, because her sacrifice had not been only physical. No, she was talking about the things she did before, favours to help her sister’s cause. Their cause.
“I did everything you lot asked me to do. I sent the letters putting my neck on the line, and risking Elain’s future. I held the meeting at my house and let you come and go as you pleased.”
“Her future with Greysen would have made her miserable” Azriel’s icy tone surprised her. She merely blinked in his direction. His graceful face was covered in shadows of anger, too.
“That was the future she wanted. The one she chose”.
Azriel fought back “He came from a family of fae hunters”. Nesta wasn’t sure why he had gotten caught up on that detail, but she insisted. Now that she was a fae, she wanted to stay away from people like Greysen, but back then, his family and her money combined offered a safety she had desperately wanted.
“Which we both thought was a good thing. We thought Feyre had been killed by fae. We gave her a funeral” Cassian shuddered, his wings reacting to her words, tucking in a little more.
Nesta felt the cold of the room on her bones.
“I still let you into my house. Have you even considered how scared I was to let you in? Do you have any idea of the stories I grew up with about faeries and their tricks, their bloodthirst? I’ve met people who were taken by your kind… my kind, now, I guess. And I still helped you.” She didn’t tell them Rhysand was the one murdering her friend Clare and her family.
“Those stories are about faes like the ones in Hybern, of wild creatures near the Wall. Not Prythian’s folk” Cassian answered. His tone was dark and low, angry, insulted. But he was not screaming now.
“And how was I supposed to know?” She shouted. How was she supposed to know? His words almost made her doubt, thought. In the middle of her rage, his words almost made her doubt herself, like she might be overreacting, like she had gone crazy, maybe, paranoid. But she didn’t fall for it. She hadn’t been careful enough with them, their promises, their requests. “The only explanation I received when my sister came back after months with a new male in her arm -a male she had warned me about before her departure- was that the mortal realm was about to be destroyed by war, and she needed my help. So I helped her.”
It was not only anger or rage, but pure wrath what tinted her words. She could take the blame for all the things she did wrong -she would. She wanted to. But she was tired of them using her mistakes as an excuse to never acknowledge that fact that she had tried. Nesta had given them everything they had asked from her.
Azriel’s shadows were dangerously still. Nesta wasn’t sure if she had ever seen them like that. Cassian hadn’t moved either.
They were listening now.
”I know Feyre risked her life for us. So for her, I risked mine too. And Elain’s. The difference is that I actually died and became this,” she pointed at her own body, everyday stronger, gaining back the absurd beauty that belonged only to creatures from that side of the Wall. She hated it ”while Feyre found happiness. My sister chose to come back to this awful land full of monsters, I was dragged out of my bed and taken.”
“Nesta-” The shadowsinger didn’t move, but his tone had a cautious note to it. She knew her eyes were now quicksilver, flames dancing in them. She had seen herself in the mirror when that happened. She would be cautious too.
Nesta didn’t let Azriel finish. She wanted Cassian to hear the rest. Cassian, who had promised her a future and then vanished. Cassian, who would still defend his High Lord even when he physically threatened her. Nesta wanted him to hear her words until the end.
She wanted him to be as hurt as she was.
Something tucked in her stomach, warning her that both of them would regret it later if she went on, but her blood was boiling, so she did it anyway.
“Your High Lord of friend or brother or whatever he is to you, promised we would be guarded.”
Nesta let the words resonate. She didn’t need to remind any of them what had happened next. They knew. They had suffered from Hybern too that night.
She wanted them to remember. It wasn’t fair that they got to live their happy ever after, but she had to be consumed by it and left alone because she didn’t warm up the room with a smile like Elain did. It wasn’t fair that after everything she went through so they could live this perfect life, they still got to lock her up in a tower and make her the villain.
Nesta didn’t need to look into Cassian’s eyes to know he was remembering the same moment she went over and over in her nightmares every night. The moment she was dragged into the Cauldron. His body in the ground, covered in blood. His shredded wings. Her screams echoing in the hall.
“So the next time I call him an asshole -and I promise it will happen again- don’t you dare using that tone with me.”
There was a long silence. Silver fire remained in her eyes, but Cassian didn’t turn to meet her gaze. He only said “I won’t”, and stalked out.
Alone with Azriel, Nesta bared her teeth at him.
Azriel watched her with that cool quiet, keeping utterly still. Like he saw everything in her head. Her bruised heart.
She couldn’t bear it. So she stood, only two bites taken from her food, and left the room as well.
She returned to the library. The lights blazed as brightly as they had during the day, and a few lingering priestesses wandered the levels. She found her cart, filled again with books needing to be shelved.
No one spoke to her, and she spoke to no one as she began to work, with only the roaring silence in her head for company.
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Satan's Firecracker
This is a gift-fic for my friend @fictionsthings ! I wrote this for them, based off the song Firecracker by Cami-Cat! I hope you enjoy! :D
Satan wasn’t typically one for parties, much preferring the comfort of his room or the library, being surrounded by books, near infinite knowledge, all ready and waiting at his fingertips. However, unfortunately, his attendance was mandatory, according to the eldest Avatar. As much as he’d love to avoid it like the plague out of spite, his brothers would never let him hear the end of it, and there was one thing making it tolerable. Well, one person, he should say.
Tadashi. One of the human exchange students, and his partner. In chaos as much as in romance.
He started to look around the giant ballroom for them, eyebrows furrowing a bit in frustration. Curse demons for being so tall. Or humans for being so short. Either or. Despite their bright green hair, he still somehow managed to lose track of them. They’d promised it’d only be a minute, they were going to get a drink before Beel got to it all, and would bring some back for him as well.
Unable to ignore a small nagging in the back of his mind, he went in search of them. It helped that he was already in his demon form, similar to most of the demons present, as it meant that people cleared out of his path much easier. No one wants to be in the way of the Avatar of Wrath, after all.
Frowning to himself once reaching the buffet table, Satan glanced around. Beel was seemingly taking a break, perhaps drawn away by someone to ensure that others had a chance to get at the hors d'oeuvres, as there weren’t any particularly familiar faces at the table. Let alone one framed by radioactive green.
However, he noticed that same shock of green out of the corner of his eye, disappearing through a doorway.
Bingo.
He followed after them, his relief at having caught sight of them faltering when realizing they were heading outside. To the garden. Where were they going?
Satan broke into a light jog to catch up, easily taking the stairs down two at a time. “Tadashi?” He called out, relieved when they stopped. At least they weren’t upset with him in particular.
They turned back to him, their expression turning sheepish. “Hey, Satan.” They greeted softly once he caught up to them, fidgeting with the buttons on their coat.
“Is something the matter?” He asked them gently. “Did someone say something to you? If they did, I swear-”
He was cut off by them gently grabbing onto his boa, letting out a laugh. “No, no, no one said anything.” They reassured. “I just…”
When they trailed off, Satan gave them a concerned look as he gently put his hand over theirs, giving it a soft squeeze. He wouldn’t rush them to explain what’s bothering them.
It took a bit for them to steel their nerves. “I just… don’t feel like I fit in. Especially there, with so many big important demons…” They explained. “I’m just a human, and I don’t even have magic like Solomon does… I’m pretty sure the only reason anyone in there even tolerates me is because Lord Diavolo wants me here for the exchange program. I was never really a party person to begin with, then adding that in…” They shrugged, looking away almost guiltily.
Satan listened closely to their explanation, giving their hand another gentle squeeze to prove he’d been listening. “That’s understandable… most of the demons in there are up on high horses anyways. Lord Diavolo has… a lot of work ahead of him, with trying to get the three realms on equal footing.” He admitted.
“But where were you heading?” He asked after a moment, tilting his head a tiny bit.
Tadashi got awkward again as they answered. “I was gonna head back to the House of Lamentations… It didn’t really make sense to stay if I didn’t feel like I really fit in, but I didn’t want to disturb any of you.”
Satan’s expression softened, gently pulling them closer and giving their hair a playful ruffle, just laughing at the glare they shot up at him for the action. “You wouldn’t have disturbed us, and it would have been safer to let us know.” He reminded gently.
But before they had the chance to feel guilty, he let them go and took two steps back, giving an exaggerated bow towards them, one arm outstretched to them and the other across his waist.
“But if you’ll humor me… Tadashi, may I have this dance?”
Their face flushed red, clearly surprised by the sudden shift in tone. But it didn’t take long before they were breaking into laughter of their own, falling into a half curtsey, half bow of their own.
“But of course, good sir~” They teased as they took his hand. Satan just chuckled, the couple standing up straighter.
They could faintly hear the waltz being played in the castle, but they paid it no mind.
Instead, they focused on their own rhythm, their breathing, their heartbeats. That gave them the beat to dance to. Their steps gradually picked up pace, the duo moving away from each other so their hands were the only connection they had, only to take three more steps and be chest to chest.
Satan left his tail loose behind him, the ends of his boa and the tips of his hands, feet, and horns occasionally lighting with the faintest flickers of green fire, a little added flare that came from the raw emotions he felt, being able to focus so heavily on this moment with Tadashi.
Tadashi.
A mere human, with no powers to their name, but more confidence than any of his brothers. Willing to face death itself to defend them.
A human, the human, one of the few people in all three realms who looked at him and saw more than his Sin. Saw more than Wrath. Who saw a bookworm who felt too much, who’s rage wasn’t even always his own. They saw him at his worst, and helped bring him back down to calmness, softening his edges. Shared quiet moments with him in front of the fireplace, reading and enjoying each other’s company. Sharing the excitement of new developments in books they were reading. Taking turns reading to each other.
Tadashi, the human who gave him the world.
The same Tadashi who humored his mischief, who terrorized Lucifer alongside him. Who wasn’t afraid to call someone out, no matter how powerful they may be. They felt a lot too, but instead of it being explosive and destructive and all consuming, they were warm. Exciting. They make people happy, even beyond his family.
Comparing himself to Tadashi, it felt like comparing a canon to a firecracker.
That’s the best way to describe Tadashi in a single word.
Firecracker.
So as Satan spun them around before letting them back away again, their pace having picked up enough to make both of their hearts pound, he let his magic flow through them too. Just a little, not enough to risk hurting or overwhelming them.
When Tadashi’s free hand flew out behind themselves in a grand pose, licks of green flames flew from their fingertips. They faintly felt the heat on their hand, which left an icy cold in its wake, prompting them to look at what had just happened.
Satan just chuckled and gave them a gentle tug, guiding them closer to himself and shifting their weight to dip them backwards, easily holding them up. He let his tail sweep just above the ground around them, followed by a trail of the same green flames.
“Thought I’d… spice it up a little.” He explained, his voice just over a whisper.
Tadashi snorted in amusement, shaking their head and grinning. They leaned up just enough to plant a small kiss on his nose, turning the Avatar of Wrath pink as he helped them both stand up again to continue their dance.
With each new twirl and dramatic movement, both of them danced with the hellish fire, seamlessly passing the lead back and forth.
The impromptu dance came to an end as Satan gently pulled Tadashi close to his chest, an arm around their waist. His free hand reached up to gently rub at their cheek, his expression soft and eyes swimming with emotions as the glow of magic faded while he worked on catching his breath and calming his heart.
Tadashi tilted their head into his touch and shut their eyes, letting out a content sigh. “That was...wonderful.” They admitted quietly, so hesitant to break the silence by speaking too loudly.
Satan hummed his agreement, leaning down to place his forehead against theirs, letting his tail slowly and carefully wrap around one of their legs, ever so careful not to let the bony appendage scratch their skin. “It truly was…” He breathed.
“I love you… My Firecracker.”
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