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blorbologist · 5 months

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Feeding a Flying City

[Aeor, by Pretty Useful Co.]

This started as a little exercise in my worldbuilding thoughts for some off-hand stuff mentioned in my current fic, but I uh. Got Into It. So enjoy, if you're into two thousand words of nerding out about fantasy economics and agriculture and spells. For the sake of context, this is specifically looking at Exandria's flying cities in the Age of Arcanum, working off D&D 5E's rules as written (so I'm avoiding inventing spells).

When tackling the Age of Arcanum in my fanfic, I knew going in that I wanted to use this space to stretch my worldbuilding muscles and fill in some of the space left by Matthew Mercer and Brennan Lee Mulligan with reasonably plausible meat and bones.

One thing I was excited to squint at was the issue of how the hell flying cites feed their populations.

The ‘lonely city’ is a common fantasy trope, especially in visual media. Your towering bastion of civilization (or spire of evil) on the open plains, or beside a river, or deep in the mountains certainly makes for a great symbol. A flying city is really the ultimate version of this, completely disconnected from the petty ground below… and the farmland that usually would surround any metropolis.

See, in medieval times, you only had so much time to transport good until they spoiled. Some could be more forgiving than others - however, given a city often aggregates political and financial elite, there is an expectation that they can get their fresh fruits, and decadent game. Even beyond freshness, if you have a lot of people in one place who are not actively growing their own crops, a lot of more-or-less processed food needs to get into the city daily. And though you could station your acres of farmland just over the hill so they don’t ruin the ~scenic approach~, that will cost more to transport. The fact is, having a lot of people - poor and rich - in one place requires a lot of food, every day, to feed them. And it has to come from somewhere.

(Off-topic note, medieval castles (not necessarily cities) were also there to, y’know, defend the populace. So they had to be both near enough to their peasants to respond to aggression, and near enough for the people to get to the castle for shelter when needed. Which is not relevant to this point.)

Magic, like refrigeration, greenhouses and GMO crops, allows a society to sidestep some of these issues. Which is great! But how the flying cities could use the resources they have to feed their population is half the fun in theorizing.

To quickly recap what we know to be common to flying cities of the time:

Limited to the city only, usually a location with ground dense with brumestone (i.e., no farmland).

Their limited ‘undergrounds’ are often fairly dense with more structures (Aeor’s many levels; the labyrinth and tons of administrative locations inside Avalir).

They are nomadic and engage in trade (both with eachother and grounded cities, like Vasselheim).

… but they all likely came from landed roots, and potentially were once perfectly normal cities.

So. How do you feed your people while flying a path that might take years to travel (ex: Avalir’s 7-year trek), especially between trade stops?

The last surviving flying city is Draconia, which is really fragments of a larger nomadic city that decided to remain fairly sedentary compared to its predecessors. Its answer was probably pretty simple: given that Draconia hovered within Dreemoth Ravine, the tailed dragonborn could just… collect a tithe of crops from the enslaved ravenites. It’s already canon that they were put to work in the mines, so working the land also unfortunately makes sense. It’s unclear how the food then got up to the city (skyships, given they have ready brumestone access?), but given Draconia seems to be an exception to the rules I can (mostly) confidently rule out ‘the Age of Arcanum was built on abusing the grounded cities and towns, potentially requiring an age of magically-enhanced farming to provide for the people above and/or risking the farmers going hungry in favor of the mageocracies’.

Here’s where magic offers numerous solutions, and just as many weird problems!

First of all, the stupidly isolated nature of flying cities means that any method of bringing food in has to be extremely structured. Mom and pop can’t just bring the donkey to the farmer’s market to sell their goods in Avalir; to get there you need to fly (more scheduled) or teleport (requires a mage, and limited quantities of goods). So from the getgo a lot of financial control is likely in the cities’ hands. Which… is not all too dissimilar from history, but the lack of flexibility is probably more striking here. Shit, I was hoping to get away from Draconia’s grim worldbuilding.

It also places flying cities in a role very similar to an advancing army, requiring food as they march to be drawn from the surrounding lands. While soldiers can break off and loot towns they pass through, a flying city probably can’t just dock in the middle of farmland, grab all the corn and bolt. So the need for a more organized food transport likely helps protect towns from that exploitation. (Though, with the military posturing of Avalir and Aeor, I could see flying cities strong-arming support from grounded ones in exchange for promised protection/aid if they needed it.)

Of course, when docked at another city (Avalir stayed at Vasselheim for ten days in the weeks before the Calamity), they can fairly easily trade with the surrounding towns there… who are also providing for the existing city. Hosting a flying city must be a huge logistics nightmare, but economically worth the headache.

(Vasselheim likely has a leg up in that it has both a sitting population of mages, such as Vespin pre-fuckup, and the likes of Clerics, who I’ll get to soonish.)

In EXU: Calamity, skyships (and an offhand mention of something called an ornithopter) already exist, which could facilitate the bulk transport of goods. Based on the speed of the Silver Sun in Campaign 3 (4-5 days to cover ~700 miles translates to a speed of ~5-6.5 knots; for context that seems to be about the middling range for a medieval tradeship), this seems like an excellent way of transporting goods that do not spoil easily. Or use arcane equivalents to the canon Bag of Colding to help keep things fresh longer. However, as noted above, this would require a lot of community organization to get crops together when the skyship shows up for harvest.

The tricky thing is that Avalir, at least, follows leylines as it travels. So if there was intent to line up its passes over farmland with their harvest season - to minimize transport distance - it might be difficult to coordinate. Moreover, with an implied many flying cities, and no clear territorial delimitations between their routes (especially if they’re all following leylines; but Avalir at least made stops in Issylra, Gwessar/Tal’Dorei, and Dorumas/the Shattered Teeth at least), I wonder if there would be economic conflict over which cities could be highest bidder for the freshest crops. Which could be Interesting.

(I wonder if sky piracy, or sky privateering, was a thing in the Age of Arcanum. Nydas is said to have been a pirate on the actual seas, so aquatic trade is still going strong, but given the flying cities are so reliant on limited methods to get food… you could put a lot of pressure on a rival city by capturing a few key skyships full of the last harvests before winter.)

Another option is teleportation. Avalir, after all, has an entire guild devoted to teleporting people around, so critical to its functioning that part of the Betrayers’ plan was to leave them without leadership when they struck. However, teleportation is very much a creature-oriented form of transportation; perhaps you could bring up a herd of cattle for slaughter, but that’s a pretty damn high spell slot for beef.

Avalir is in a fortuitous situation, in that it has a longstanding relationship with the Gau Drashari; druids, well-known masters of plant and animal life. In theory, this could mean Plant Growth casts to increase harvests… but at this time the Gau Drashari specifically only live in Caithmoira, guarding this holy site. So hopping from one druid-boosted farmland to another is unlikely.

Well, if transporting food to the cities is such an issue, why not produce food in the cities?

While magical greenhouses must account for some luxury fresh goods for sure, I really don’t think the cities as illustrated have enough real estate to actually support their whole populations like this. Like I noted above, of the two cities we know really well, their insides are already full of labs and labyrinths and all sorts of things probably best kept away from your food supply.

D&D 5E spells offer another answer, and another piece of potentially complicated worldbuilding: Create Food and Water. Per the spell description, it creates enough food to feed 15 people for 24 hours, which seems to neatly solve all our problems! Until you realize the food is explicitly bland (bet you the mages turn up their noses at it), vanishes if not consumed after 24 hours (so that’s a daily 3rd level spell slot from some poor schmuck), and is mostly limited to Paladins and Clerics. You know, godly people, who are so fondly looked upon by the mageocracies. Artificers, at least, are more in line with the Age of Arcanum attitude - but we don’t see any in Calamity, so it’s unclear if the class ‘exists’ per say in the time period. Reducing powerful Paladins and Clerics to food dispensaries - and not even good food, probably for the lower class - would fit in neatly with how the powers of the divine are seen as lesser. Goodberry falls into a similar role: useful, but probably something mages would avoid.

Speaking of spells, let’s get a little fucked up, hm? Who is to say a mage couldn’t just. Summon some pigs to be served up as bacon tomorrow? Well. Conjure Animals specifically says the animals are actually fey, and vanish when their HP reaches 0. Summon Beasts? Same thing. Find Steed? You guessed it. So magic can help us grow food, and transport it, and preserve it, but not actually make it out of nothing. (If there’s a spell I’m missing that completely solves this, please let me know, but I can’t really find one.)

My final little thought came watching geese migrate some time ago. The passenger pigeon has been extinct for… a hundred and ten years, now. But in its hayday, flocks of the birds would literally cloud the sky. Exandria is home to far more stunning beasts than pigeons, and hunting flying game is likely a lot easier when you yourself are flying too.

Sure, you can apply this to actual fishing when the cities are over the seas, but! Imagine fishing boats but for birds and all manner of winged beasts in great flocks, netting and catching them to haul in. Maybe the magical equivalent of those helicopter boar hunts to deal with invasive populations, but landing at all introduces a whole lot more hassle. Big net and flying device = fresh meat, with an arcane twist.

So: how do you feed a flying city? Especially one with a lavish lifestyle as seen in Avalir, or a hard research focus as in Aeor?

Have an extremely regimented relationship with the towns on your path (likely in competition with other flying cities using these leylines when you are) or that otherwise have food you need. Make sure skyships arrive in time for the harvests. Miss that and things get dicey.

Supplement this with trade, both with other flying cities and grounded ones when docked. However, docked time has to be limited to not risk starving out the countryside surrounding the city hosting you.

Small deliveries, especially of fresh livestock, can be accomplished through Porter’s Guild or equivalent.

Magically preserve food thus obtained to survive until your schedule and harvests of X Y z goods next align.

City-based organizations can ‘fish’ for birds as the city flies (or potentially even actually fish as they fly over the ocean) for fresh meat.

Hope to gods (but without hoping to the gods because they’re schmucks) that you time your pick-ups right, that there are no famines, or early frosts, that no one steals your fucking skyships our outbids you on a key agricultural contract, or casts Dispel Magic and makes your food all spoil.

When the carefully-scheduled management of the city’s resources fails, turn to your diviners or healers and have them feed the masses with bland crackers while the Somnovem or Ring of Gold continue eating honeyed lamb and figs.

If you read this far, I'm super flattered you shifted through my rambles! I'll gladly discuss any glaring mistakes or things I've overlooked; this is only what I considered in worldbuilding for a fic, and I don't pretend to be an expert on medieval agriculture or economic practices.

This was still very fun to (over)think about <3

(Water, of course, would be a similar limiting factor, but is easy enough to magically purify, and would not be too bland when made by Create Food and Water, so I didn’t bring it up.)

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maidragoste · 1 year

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Antidote

Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader (Daughter of Rhaenyra) x Aegon II Targaryen

Masterlist Serie

Part 7

sorry for taking so long to update, I hope the wait was worth it and you like this chapter

Thank you for all the messages and comments, they mean a lot to me. I'm sorry I haven't been answering but tumblr wouldn't let me, luckily the problem has been solved.

thank you very much for all the support

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

You were still alive. But for how long? You were in and out all the time in a state of unconsciousness. Your temperature wouldn't drop no matter how many cold washcloths Alicent and the maesters put on your forehead. The nerves in the room increased every time you whispered the names of your dead brothers or called your mother. Alicent wanted to believe you were just hallucinating but the maesters thought your family was calling you to join them in death. The truth is that the maesters were not helpful, they could not detect what kind of poison you get poisoned with so they were only taking care of trying to lower your fever and wait for your death, the only maestre who seemed not to have given up on you was the same one who had helped you give birth to your children. The old man along with Egg—your little brother refused to see how another member of his family died—and Tyland Lannister —the man knew that with you dead there would be no peace and surely the northerners would attack King's Landing to avenge your death so he needed you alive—they were searching like crazy in old books for some kind of solution.

"You're not really thinking of giving her that," Aemond said angrily, coming in after his brother.

Everyone could feel the tension in the castle. Your dragon's wailing was not helping to reassure people. In addition, Baelon and Aemon could be heard crying non-stop as if they could feel that something had happened to their mother or perhaps they were distressed by the screams of the servant, the one who had given you the wine, being tortured. They had been able to locate the servant thanks to one of Larys Strong's spies.

As soon as they handed over the young man, neither of your husbands wasted time and began torturing him to get any kind of information from him. It didn't take long because the servant snapped when Aemond broke his leg. He confessed that he did not know what the antidote was or the type of poison, that he had only followed Borros Baratheon's orders in exchange for a bag of gold dragons.

Both the king and the prince wanted to continue torturing the bastard but they couldn't waste time on that, they needed to get the antidote to keep you alive, so Aegon ordered the guards to continue the torture but not to kill him.

Borros Baratheon took the longest, complaining with every blow and cut the Targaryen brothers gave him but only confessed to the crime after Aegon threatened to cut off his cock. The Lord of Storm's End believed that Aegon would marry one of his daughters since at the beginning of the war they had arranged a betrothal with Daeron Targaryen but now that he was dead he thought that the king would take his brother's place so he put on furious when the news of your nuptials reached him. He was outraged that Aegon decided to marry you instead of one of his daughters after his house had fought on the side of the greens in the war.

Lord Baratheon thought that if you died the king would again look for another wife to give him an heir. The worst thing is that the idiot didn't know what poison he poisoned you with, the only thing he said is that he got the poison through a witch. And what a great coincidence that a raven from Alys Rivers arrived with the antidote. Aegon didn't even hesitate, as soon as his brother told him that this was the antidote, he took the vial and went to your chambers.

“What's going on?” Alicent asked, she had been left alone looking after you after she'd thrown the maesters out because she heard one whisper that she sensed the Stranger in the room.

"We are running out of time and it is the only solution we have" The king replied to the prince, ignoring his mother "Don't you trust your lover?"

"That witch is not my lover!" The prince denied, holding back so as not to hit his brother. "I don't trust that witch, why would I do it? She bewitched me into her bed "he tried to ignore the nausea he felt at the memory"Aegon, thinks a little. Alys Rivers has no reason to give us the antidote "he pronounced the name in disgust" I'm sure it's some potion to worsen my wife's condition "

"If so, why would she sign the letter?" replied his brother leaving him speechless. He was right. It didn't make sense that the witch would sign her name to let everyone know that she murdered the queen. Still, he didn't trust her, he didn't forget that Borros Baratheon had said that he got the poison from a witch.

"You should give her the antidote," Alicent said to her firstborn, surprising him by siding with her in this argument. Besides that Alicent was a religious person so it was strange that she also decided to trust the witch's antidote "I don't think it's another poison or something worse" she said now looking at her second son, who still looked reluctant "How did you find out her about this?"

"The witch said that she saw it in the flames" replied the prince.

"Nonsense" Alicent snorted feeling only hatred for the woman. That witch had hurt her son, she believed Aemond's story, she had seen with her own eyes how in love he is with you, how he loves you so she knew he would never cheat on you. That damned woman almost ruined her son's happiness and now she was doing it again. Now it wasn't just you and Aemond who were suffering, when you passed out Alicent thought Aegon looked like he was about to collapse until she saw the fire in his eyes and started barking orders non-stop. "Surely she put all this together to make herself the savior and get some favor, maybe she thinks that saving the queen will get her a place at court"

Aemond was silent considering his mother's words. She was probably right. In the last few weeks, she had gotten more than one raven from the witch asking when he was going to fetch her so she and her bastard could join the court. He burned every one of the letters and pretended they didn't exist. That had been a mistake. As soon as the first letter arrived he should have gone to Harrenhal and killed them but he hadn't wanted to leave King's Landing again, he hadn't wanted to leave you alone again.

“Then we will deal with the witch. She will not go unpunished,” Aegon promised his brother before turning all his attention to you. He started calling out to you as he gently shook you, hoping you would wake up.

"Father?" you said without opening your eyes. Aegon felt a hole in his heart, but he didn't bother to correct you instead he helped you drink the concoction.

"You'll be fine," he whispered to you, stroking your hair tenderly, as you drifted back to sleep.

Alicent ended up leaving the room, although the truth is that she didn't want to leave your side but she trusted that her children would take good care of you, just because Aemond asked her to take care of the children. Now not only the cries of the babies could be heard, but also that of Jaehaera.

In the following hours, the brothers stayed with you. They took care of cleaning you and changing your sweaty clothes for clean ones. Then they each settled next to you and took your hand. Then the eldest of the brothers took advantage of the fact that they were alone to talk about the topic that made him so curious.

"Alys Rivers," the king noticed how his brother tensed just hearing the woman's name. He had also noticed how pale he had turned when they received the witch's raven and the disgust with which he spoke of her "She is not your lover"

"I already told you" the prince replied curtly.

“I'm just saying that I believe you. You didn't want to sleep with that witch, she forced you"

When the news came in the middle of the war that Aemond had a lover and had gotten her pregnant, Aegon couldn't believe it. It made no sense to him how his correct brother could have fathered a bastard, let alone how he could hurt you like that.

Now he knew the truth thanks to Aemond. If he were another man, Aegon wouldn't have believed the story that he was put under a witch's spell and that's why he was unfaithful to his wife. But it was Aemond, and he could see his discomfort and anger every time they spoke of Alys Rivers. He even came to realize the fear of him. That's why he believed him because his brother was good at putting on a mask and hiding his feelings. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen his brother scared.

"She knows?"Aegon asked, referring to you.

"She doesn't believe me" the prince admitted. Maybe he told him because he was tired and wasn't thinking. Or maybe just because it felt good to know that someone else believed him.

"You should tell him again about what happened to you with that witch. I'm sure he'll listen to you now, probably before the pain was very recent and he didn't want to know anything about your stay in Harrenhal"

Surprisingly, Aemond felt calm upon hearing his brother's words. Before he could answer you woke up coughing. Aegon wasted no time helping you sit down while Aemond poured you water.

“Thank you,” you said once you finished drinking everything “Are the kids okay? Egg? Jaehaera? Everyone is fine?"

Neither of your husbands was surprised that this is your first concern. They instantly reassured you that neither had been poisoned, that the kids had only been scared but were now in Alicent's care.

“Good” you sighed “I will definitely go down in history, the first day of my reign and I almost died. Oh gods, I already imagine people saying that it is a bad omen and I will bring misfortune to the kingdom” you frowned imagining all the muttering of the people. You would have to work hard to make people not give so much importance to the assassination attempt you suffered.

Neither you nor Aemond expected your words to bring Aegon to tears.

"I don't care what people say, we almost lost you," he said, throwing himself into a hug. You let Aegon cry into your chest. You felt sad to see him so distraught, you tried to reassure him by patting him on the back and reminding him that you were fine now.

"Come, come" you opened your arms and Aegon settled back to make room for Aemond. He hesitated for a moment, actually, he wanted to be alone with you but he knew that his brother was not going to leave your side, before joining the two of you.

Aemond watched the scene feeling uncomfortable, not knowing what to do, it's not like it was the first time he'd seen Aegon cry but he'd never seen him so broken. Now he was more than clear that his brother's feelings for you were not a whim but were real.

The prince also felt jealous because he also wanted to be in your arms, he was your husband first. You should be calming him down. He wasn't crying but that didn't mean he wasn't just as scared or worse than Aegon. Every minute you were unconscious was hell for Aemond. Not even when he fought in the Gods Eye was he as afraid as in those hours. He was so afraid that you won't wake up, so afraid of losing you. He had no idea what to do without you. He couldn't imagine a world without you.

"You should sleep. I'm sure you haven't slept for hours. Now you can rest, I'm fine and I promise to be with you when you wake up" you kissed both of their foreheads and the brothers felt warmth return to their bodies.

"Can you sing?" Aegon asked. At another time Aemond would have thought his brother was childish but this time he didn't find it annoying. What's more, he was grateful. He also wanted to hear your voice, he needed it, after spending hours without listening to you.

"Sure" you accepted before starting to sing, Aemond smiled as he recognized the song, it was the first song you two had danced together.

It didn't take long for your husbands to fall asleep. They were exhausted and after so much stress your presence, your warmth, and your sweet voice were a balm for them.

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faulty-writes · 5 months

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Hiii! I've loved your works for quite a while and how you keep the characters recognisable even in AUs!

The AU with Prince!Iida x Knight!Reader has been rotting my brain, so idk if you do continuations of past headcanons but I'd go crazy for more headcanons on that AU!

(I'm defenatly do not have a brainroot for it or planning to make a full fanfic about it-)

[ That would be cool if there was a full fanfic about it, the closest thing I have is a Knight!Iida x Princess!reader. But maybe one day, I shall do the opposite and write a full fanfic about Prince!Iida x Knight!Reader because I honestly have fun writing AU's. Anyways, enough rambling. This is a continuation, I guess, of the first set of Prince!Iida x Knight!Reader headcanons located here ]

As his most royal knight, you worked side by side with Prince Tenya and knew that he took his responsibilities to the Kingdom very seriously, more so than his eldest brother, Tensei. As such, you ensured that he was always well-prepared for whatever duties he needed to perform that day and offered your general support to him whenever necessary.

"I do not understand why you attempted to do something so foolish I...you, you are injured due to my own carelessness," as a loyal knight the safety and well-being of the Prince came first even at the risk of your own life. As such, you were liable to get injured, but it was worth it to protect a member of the royal family, yet Tenya seemed to disagree with this.

When things got particularly hard in the Kingdom of Yuuei and moments of self-doubt were on the rise, you remained at Tenya's side. Being an unmovable pillar of support and encouragement for him. Most of all, you reminded him of the love his citizens felt for him, and that the absence of strength did not define him.

"I see, that's quite an impressive strategy!" As his knight, you were blessed with a keen strategic mind and that was a valuable asset to any Kingdom. Tenya, in particular, was impressed by your insightful advice and perspectives. As such, he often discussed decisions with diplomacy and warfare with you.

Despite your "formal" relationship with Tenya, the two of you shared a healthy rivalry. Apart from practicing combat skills, you had various competitions like running through the hallways of the castle and swimming to the other side of the river located in the nearby forest.

"I do not need your assistance for this mission." After his brother had been gravely injured by a demon known only as "The Royal Killer," he foolishly attempted to end their life on his own. Unfortunately, he quickly found that he was outmatched until you came to his rescue.

As Tenya recovered from the injuries, he sustained due to his foolishness, there was talk about your position. How you didn't deserve it and how you failed to protect the prince despite being greatly injured yourself which should have proven how far you went to protect his life. However, when he recovered, he spoke highly of you. Going as far as to demand that you continue to be his one and only knight.

Due to his brother's injuries, he inherited the crown and shortly after, you witnessed various other royals, mostly princesses flock to him and beg to rule at his side. But he dismissed them all. "I am quite flattered by your various offers. However, I am rather content with Y/n remaining by my side as I rule the Kingdom," he stated, much to your shock and surprise.

Despite your many years of service, he came to the slow realization that your past was a mystery to him, and although he had attempted to ask you many times, you refused to reveal your personal history. You feared that once he knew that you started out as nothing more than a street urchin, your relationship would change.

Even after inheriting the crown, Tenya's belief in justice and equal treatment did not falter and the two of you often discussed ways to improve the lives of your people and began working on ways to make treaties with the surrounding Kingdoms and royals.

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raedalumity · 11 months

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So I just spent 30 minutes researching and deducting where exactly the snapdragon hill Eda and Raine would meet at is located in the boiling Isles (For my Fanfic "It Didnt Take Long") and let me say I came to a great conclusion

So the first thing that stumped me was the background

One would see those bones and think it's the ribs right? I also noticed there was water visible like a sea shore AND a river. Theres also a single house off to the side which seems pretty rural in architecture.

So this place IS near water

And in the center of the ribs there is a river running through it, however, its not so much a shore more as it is a canyon

And you dont really see any foilage or trees/forests within it

Which we know there is cause when the Owl Beast fights Eda in the snapdragon valley in her dreams we see some trees around them

Albiet, it is mostly hilly. And interesting to note its one of the few places with green/bluish grass/soil unlike how most the island is cover in red grass and tan dirt

The canyon depicted in the middle of the island also isn't visible around the valley either

So me being me with way too much free time looked at so many screenshots of the isles looking for a place with rib like bones and not so much red grass and you know what I discovered?

The Right Hand.

Now why does this make sense? Well, it has bones rising around it similar to the ribs. It seems to have hills and water flows through the fingers like rivers and it rests against the ocean. It doesnt seem to have much red grass and seems pretty isolated and rural.

ANOTHER reason I feel it would make sense the valley would be in the hand is that the Owl House is located on the forearm of the right arm. Eda had the Owl House around this age, so her going to the hand traveling VS the ribs it would be a much shorter flight.

The Emperors Castle is near the center of the ribs, which I would assume Eda would be avoiding at this age given she was starting to become a criminal.

So the hand is close to the Owl House and far from the reach of the Emperor. It would be safe and secluded, and perfect place for her and Raine to meet.

THEREFORE, I am dubbing the right hand the location of the snapdragon valley unless stated otherwise. I looked and did not find any indication of there being a canon city/landmark on the hand stated in the show, so there is free potential for it.

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk I am so mentally sane

#raeda #the owl house #toh #eda clawthorne #raine whispers #edalyn clawthorne #eda the owl lady #this post is for the insane raeda shippers like me

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calabria-mediterranea · 26 days

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Lamezia Terme, Calabria, Italy

Lamezia Terme is located on the eastern border of the coastal plain commonly called Piana di Sant'Eufemia, which was created by drying a wide marshy area. It is the third largest city in Calabria by number of inhabitants and has a relatively recent history.

Established in 1968 from the fusion of three pre-existing towns: Nicastro, Sambiase, and Sant'Eufemia Lamezia, it is not only an important regional and national hub due to its strategic location in the centre of the region, but also a crucial business hub for the region's economy. These three towns have contributed to the city's diverse cultural heritage and historical significance.

Lamezia Terme is most famous for its international airport which is situated a few kilometres outside the town.

The Baths of Charon

Despite its modern origins, the name is much older: it derives from the first political community attested on this territory, the Lametìnoi, dating back to protohistoric times.

The Baths, on the other hand, refers to one of the main resources of the area, the Terme di Caronte, known since Roman times as Aque Angae. These four springs are located on the slopes of the Reventino mountain massif and, combined with the current of the Bagni river, give rise to different degrees of temperature: the highest reaches 39°C, hence the name Charon.

The secrets of ancient Terina

The first human settlements in what is now modern Lamezia Terme were discovered in 1865, when jewellery was found in the area of Sant'Eufemia Vetere, which was later sold to the British Museum in London, which still preserves it today.

This discovery, known as the Treasure of St Euphemia, was the first in a long series, which during the 20th century confirmed the ancient settlement of Terina. It was not until 1997, however, that it was decided to initiate a systematic search that identified a well-structured urban layout, of which we now know a living quarter built with parallel axes that define a regular urban grid. According to the most widely accepted hypothesis, this would be the extension of a pre-existing structure dating back to the 5th century BC.

Two rooms of the Lametino Archaeological Museum are dedicated to ancient Terina. Lametino Archaeological Museum housed in the Monumental Complex of San Domenico. Divided into three sections: Prehistoric, Classical and Medieval, will give you an insight into the history of this area, from the earliest times. There is, for instance, a hydria, which is a vase, dated between 380 and 370 BC, as well as everyday objects.

The ruins of the medieval castle

There is still much to discover in Lamezia Terme, especially in the historic city centre. On Hill of San Teodoro, stands the Norman castle of Nicastro about whose origins there is some dispute. Built on the hillside, a unique strategic position to control the surrounding plain all the way to the sea, according to some dates back to Byzantine era, according to others Svevo-Normana.

All that remains of the original structure are four towers, the ramparts, walls and a buttress with a small loggia; the earthquake of 1638 caused great damage to the structure, but at the same time contributed to the legends that populate it.

Photos by Pino Elia

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adozentothedawn · 28 days

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I know I already talked about this a few years ago but can we again talk about the dumbass map and what it implies about Waidwen's war plans?

I mean what is going on here???

So there's no way in hell that Saint's Rest isn't named for him, so he came through here, on his way to the border. Alright, so far so good. Then he decides to march south to cross a whole ass mountain range instead of just taking the normal road, which is weird, but alright, maybe that pass there at Ondra's boot was well protected and he decided it would take less fighting to get through Cold Morn, which he was right about, so I am willing to accept that. Then he got to Mercy Vale, which is also fine, that is how the road goes. A bit strange considering that his end goal was Twin Elms but whatever, fine, maybe he wanted to take over Fleetbreaker Castle to break resistence. And then... he marched back up north?? To Readceras??? Why the hell is the Godhammer Citadel so far north?? The fuck was he doing there?? Even considering Eothas already knew about the bomb and had for some reason decided this was a good idea (Eothas is unfortunately not known for his great planning or scheming skills), the Readceran army had no reason at all to go there. None. Zilch. Why did the Dyrwood think they could make him? "The fields, maybe they reminded him of his past as a farmer" look Durance, I know you're stupid but even you should be able to tell there's something up there. Also what fields, there's a giant saltwater bay right next to it, what were's you farming there, glasswort?? And while we're at it, what the fuck is Evon Dewr Bridge actually bridging?? It's clearly not the bay, it's much to tiny for that, there's no river anywhere, so why the hell is there a fancy ass bridge???

So, in order to deal with these descrepancies, I propose two things:

#1: This map is in fact diagetic, and was constructed by the in-universe equivalent of Herodot, some guy (likely Aedyran lets be real) who's writing entertainment textbooks for a living and has actually been in the Eastern Reach. He's just kinda heard things and then started drawing in landmarks where he thought they'd look nice. He also has not heard about the Bridge Part of the Godhammer, just the Citadel, explaining why it's just marked as Godhammer Citadel, and he decided to put at the admittdely most logical point of entry into the Dyrwood from Readceras, assuming that's what that was about.

#2: The actual Godhammer Bridge is somewhere southwest of Mercy Vale, crossing the river there, meaning there is a point for a bridge and a reason for Waidwen to want to cross it. Considering timeline issues we'll just assume the river placement is also off, as well as the exact locations of Cold Morn and Mercy Vale.

Thank you for coming to my increasingly unhinged ted talk about a game I love but whose maps I hate (and love).

#pillars of eternity #i'll be honest here #i love complaining about this dumb map and the dumb bridge #i've gotten so much joy out of ragging on it #i love these games to bits for lots of actually good reasons #but look sometimes i just want to complain about things that don't actually matter in a comedic fashion #feel free to join me if you have things to add #anyway i wanted to write this up after exploding about it on discord again #i love this pasttime too much to just leave it there #edit: that was supposed to say hasn't been to the eastern reach #typing is hard

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adachimoe · 7 months

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Random stuff from the Persona Club P4 book

I leafed through the Club book and more of the meta and setting stuff stood out to me than the character stuff. 🤓

The origins of Yasoinaba: The meta developer corner notes that Yasoinaba gets its name from the Hare of Inaba legend. Yaso comes from Okuninushi's brethren who are collectively called the yasogami. Samegawa is also a reference to the Hare of Inaba. In the myth, the hare went on the backs of sharks to reach the territory that would eventually be called Inaba. "Same" is shark, and "kawa/gawa" is river. The animal mascot in Inaba is the rabbit. Not because of the myth, though, but because there's a bunch of rabbits somewhere if you follow the Samegawa lol. The town plant is broadleaf cattail.

Tatsuhime Shrine: It's noted that Toyotamahime is the enshrined deity at Tatsuhime shrine. This is a kinda indirect reference to the Hare of Inaba. Toyotamahime was a sea creature who could transform into a human. Her sea creature form was said to be similar to that of a crocodile or a shark (see the above about the Hare of Inaba). Actually, my first blog post on here was about Toyotamahime and the woman at the shrine.

The staging area of the TV world: The design of the people on the ground on the floor of the staging area when you enter the TV world from Junes is the result of the main characters having murder on the brain when they first enter the TV.

The location of Junes: The Yasoinaba branch of Junes is located near the highway so it brings incidental business to town because people who are driving through will also stop there, not just Inaba locals.

Junes wages: Start at 690 yen per hour for high school students, and 900 yen per hour for others. (Per Google, this was like $6.67 / $8.70 per hour in 2008 when the game came out.)

Yosuke's dad's name: Yoichi Hanamura (花村陽一).

The origins of Konishi Liquor: A member of Atlus's battle team is named Konishi and their family actually owns a liquor store. Early on in development, the team just called the place "Konishi Liquor" as a placeholder after the developer and the name stuck. (The text specifically says this is about a Konishi on the battle team, so it's not referring to the composer who is also named Konishi.)

The in-universe history of Inaba: Yasoinaba developed as a mountain castle town with ties to Takeda Shingen. (This is a reference to the actual area in Yamanashi where Atlus drove to and used as a model for the shopping district.) Later, it became a coal mining town. But the coal mine has since closed. (I believe the coal mine part is fictional and isn't supposed to correlate to Yamanashi.)

Mayumi's Room and Saki's Shopping District: Originally, Mayumi's room and the shopping district with Konishi Liquor were a lot bigger and more similar to the size of the other dungeons in the time period after they were pushed into the TV. Once inside, they became lost in the maze and had to confront their shadows. But once the person who created these spaces/images died, these two places shrunk in size, hence the smaller areas you see in-game. The smaller parts are like "cores" of these once larger areas that remain behind. The book likens the small spaces / "cores" to ghosts that haunt the spots where they died.

Magatsu Inaba and Magatsu Mandala: Unlike the other dungeons, which sprung from repressed thoughts, Adachi's Magatsu Inaba was intentionally created to lure in the Investigation Team and confuse them. From the yellow caution tape, you can sense that a part of him still knows he's a detective.

The bit about the caution tape, I think you can read it also as an explanation to why he sends you the letter about the true ending - there is still detective'ing to be done. But like, I'm just gonna pretend I didn't read that. The tape says CAUTION KEEP OUT WARNING because babygirl has a hard time with feelings and people. Fuck you Atlus. Also, I guess his place being "intentionally" created is related to why he got to pick the entrance being in Mayumi's room.

Shadows: The shadows in Persona 4 aren't really the same as Persona 3. The book tells you to think of them separately as the ones in Persona 4 don't really directly harm people - they remain in the unconscious rather than appear in reality and shank people. Shadows in the TV world attack Persona users because they sense danger from Persona users and just instinctively know to attack them. Compared to Persona 3, there are more silly shadows because the Midnight Channel is influenced by the people who watch it.

Mitsuo Kubo's backstory: Mitsuo was a student at Yasogami High until Morooka caught him messing around in a downtown area, after which he was suspended from school for a week. This wrecked his ego / pride so badly that he dropped out of Yasogami High and held a grudge against Morooka. Btw, Hashino also mentions in this long interview that Mitsuo was originally not going to kill Morooka.

References to the Kirijo Zaibatsu: When Dojima tries to reach Nanako in November, he gets a pre-recorded message about the KJ phone service and Nanako's phone being off. "KJ" stands for "Kirijo". Additionally, when Naoto mentions that she did research and found info about shadows becoming Personas, this info was leaked from a Kirijo research lab.

Did Kashiwagi seriously book the kids at a love hotel?: The love hotel on Shirakawa from Persona 3 was renovated (kind of) into a regular hotel by the time of Persona 4.

Yomenai Bookstore: Yomenai means "unreadable". The owner's last name is actually Yomenai, and they didn't realize their last name wasn't a good match for running a bookstore until after they opened up business. School kids started making fun of the store, which bothered Yomenai at first, but they left the store open and now stock mostly books related to their own hobbies. In other words, the majority of the books at the store are "unreadable" to regular people.

#persona club p4 #japanese mythology #yosuke hanamura #mayumi yamano #saki konishi #tohru adachi #mitsuo kubo #persona 4 #persona 3

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railwayhistorical · 5 months

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Along the Hudson River This is simply a wonderful spot on the face of the earth—we’re north of Cold Spring, New York, along the Hudson River, at Breakneck Ridge. Metro North still stops here, mainly for the benefit of hikers who want to explore the rugged landscape in this area (known as the Hudson Highlands). The “station” stop is just south of where the first photograph was taken with a few trains making stops each way, each day on the weekend. The land mass visible behind the southbound train in the first image is called Pollepel Island, and the structure thereon is called Bannerman Castle. The second photograph was taken the same afternoon at the same location—but looking south. It shows a Metro North commuter train headed north, most likely headed for Poughkeepsie. Also visible in the image, across the river, is the dramatic and massive form of Storm King Mountain. The model of locomotive, seen in both photographs, is interesting as well—the EMD FL9 was a unit designed specifically to be used for New York’s Grand Central Terminal—the destination for these trains at the time. [I believe all Amtrak trains traveling the water-level route currently end up at Penn Station now.] This unique engine is diesel-electric but also has a pick-up “shoe” for the electrified third-rail. This way the diesel prime-mover could be shut off or at least idled when in the tunnels under Madison Avenue and in the bowels of the massive terminal itself. Two images by Richard Koenig; taken in August of 1988.

#metronorthrailroad #metronorth #hudsonhighlands #hudsonriver #breakneckridge #pollepelisland #bannermancastle #amtrak #newyorkcentral #filmphotography #grainisgood

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hometoursandotherstuff · 9 months

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If you've ever wanted a castle-like house, I found one that's a real bargain. The original structure was built in 1880 in Charleston, West Virginia. It has 4bds, 3ba, and lots of levels, kind of a DIY castle. But, it's only $289,900. How often do you find a castle house for under $300K? Let's take a look and see if has potential.

So, let's see what we have here. There're train tracks right next to it, but that doesn't bother me, I grew up next to train tracks, too. It does have stone, turrets and towers, but it also has some modern construction added with vinyl siding.

In this newer addition to the home, they made a very spacious living room. Disappointed that they didn't include a fireplace, but they did put up a stone feature wall. Could make a nice mini Great Hall.

Off to the left of the living room is an elevator, so you can travel to each floor of your castle in style.

Also in the newer addition is a dining room. There's no wainscoting, it's just paint and I can't tell if there's chair rail molding around it, but there's a stone feature in the corner. That's tile-look vinyl flooring. You could always do wainscoting or wallpaper. Get a nice chandelier.

Not a kitchen befitting a castle. Although it does have that little railing on top of the uppers. That's cute. Needs at least some decor.

I looks like they not only added a new addition, but updated the rest of the house, too.

Here's a narrow shower room.

Looks like this room is used as an office, b/c it's got that weird cabinet on the wall.

What's with all the old TVs all over the house. (Don't think you're leaving those here.)

This must be the main bd. b/c it has an en-suite bath.

Not bad. That tub looks high, it must be a soaker tub.

Very nice- it has a bidet.

See, this is a room in the old section of the house. Very dated.

This is an older bath. The laminate panels on the walls date back to about the 60s.

Now, above the garage, there's a large patio. I wonder if this old rug is rotting the roof.

The house is set on a hill, so from the front porch and yard, there's a view of the city.

On the roof above one of the newer additions, there's a wood deck.

From this deck there's a view of the Kanawha River.

Looks like a nice mountainous area, yet close to a main highway. I don't see any railroad crossing safety to get to the highway.

#castle like house #houses #house tours #home tour

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borathae · 2 years

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↳ Index [Day 24 - Choking]

Pairing: Caged Bird!couple

Kinks: nippleplay, choking, passionate sex, unprotected sex (they are on magical protection though), this has some sugar mommy queen & cute spoiled prince vibes

Wordcount: 7.4k

a/n: you only picked those three kinks so i didn’t really know how far i could go? it was so hard to hold back djfaj just uff imagine besties, a cunniligus scene with him being all desperate and whiney ngnf you’re gonna get more stories about him, i'm telling you 💗

Jungkook couldn’t imagine any other life than life with you. He often catches himself wondering how he spent so many years believing that life as a Raven was the supposed life. He wonders during moments of tranquillity, of warmth, moments of good food and drink and moments where he finds himself connected with you in the only state which truly mattered. He wonders why he spent so many years resenting the woman who would bring him true freedom and why he spent so many years believing an utter madman.

Jungkook doesn’t like to think about Rafkan these days. It fills him with rage and grief and ruins good days with heaviness on his heart. Jungkook trains a lot when that happens. He likes to keep his body strong, not because he needed it to survive, but because he liked the way he looked when he was strong. He had that choice these days. The choice to stay strong because he wanted to, but also the choice to let himself go if he felt like it. He never had that choice before. Jungkook also liked to participate in the Queendom’s tradition of sword dance. He really enjoys training the different movements and steps until he perfected them so he can show them off to you and earn himself a wave of compliments and loving kisses. It heals him so much that he forgets all about his past during those days. Just as eating good food and sleeping in your bed do.

Jungkook has his own chambers. The biggest next to yours and located just a few doors down your chambers. He has a view of the Snowy Mountains in the faraway distance and the even further away Singing River on the other side and during the warmer months, Jungkook likes to keep his windows open to let in the scent of the forest surrounding the castle. His chambers also possess their own bathing room with a big bathtub in the middle and comfortable seating for Jungkook to relax in as one of his servants brushes his hair. It always smells like vanilla scented oils in his bathing room because Jungkook really liked the smell and so you make sure to always keep a big stack of oils in your storehouses just for him.

You quite frankly love spoiling him. Jungkook sometimes feels too shy to even think about all the things you have done for him and all the treasures you purchased just for him. His chambers are filled with the most valuable of furniture, the finest of fabrics, the most golden of trinkets and the purest of jewels. His closets – yes plural because you spoil him way too much – are filled with the most beautiful of clothes made out of the most expensive of fabrics, imported from all over the continent or handmade by his dear friend and the castle’s best tailor Bartholomew. His dresser was stacked with the finest of beauty products, selected by the Queen’s very own skin magician and his treasure boxes carried the finest of jewellery for him to pick from.

Truly, Jungkook sometimes felt unworthy of everything you purchased for him and most of all, for everything you do for him.

You allow him to go wherever he wants to go. And one shouldn’t even use the word “allow” to describe his situation for he needn’t ask for your permission to go somewhere. Perhaps it would be best to use the words “make possible” to describe his state of living. You made it possible that Jungkook can go wherever he wanted to go. If he feels like running around the forest for two days, he can do that these days. If he feels like taking one of the wolves into the Snowy Mountains, he can do that these days. If he feels like riding all the way to the Nourishing Fields far, far away in the south of the Night Queendom, he can do that these days. And if he feels like staying in the castle for days, coming out of his chambers only to eat and drink and talk to you, he can do that these days.

And perhaps being happy over such simple things sounds peculiar to some, but to Jungkook they meant the world for he was finally and truly free to be a person. To be human. To be Jungkook. Jungkook was finally allowed to be himself, to think for himself, to exist for himself and for that freedom, he will always be in your debt.

Jungkook has his own chambers, but he spends most of his nights in your chambers for he really craved your company when falling asleep. Truly, Jungkook could only find true peace in sleeping when he could talk to you once the candles were extinguished and hold you as you drifted off to sweet unconsciousness together.

Jungkook is in your chambers tonight as well. He is already washed, wearing his most comfortable sleeping gown and with his hair soft from brushing it extensively. He used soaps infused with rose oils tonight, enjoying the sweet scent surrounding him. He is painting as he waits for you to return. The craft interests him greatly these days and he loves doing it to calm down.

You weren’t in the castle today. Royal business in one of the towns kept you busy while Jungkook decided to stay back to have a relaxing day. Again, he never had such a choice before. He had a very good day. First breakfast with you, then sword dance training and later he took Nahla – one of the wolf goddesses – out for a ride. He had lunch under a tree while She napped beside him and once he returned to the castle, it was already dark outside and he decided to eat dinner in the great hall with all the friends he made during his time here. He decided to spend his waiting time in your chambers once dinner was finished and he finished washing up, continuing the painting he had started yesterday. It was supposed to be your portrait and Jungkook plans on finishing it before your birthday next week. He knows that he can’t offer a lot, but hopes that the painting will be enough to show you his ever-growing love and undying gratitude.

The doors open, startling Jungkook, who barely manages to hide the painting before you have already entered the room. He stumbles to his feet, hiding his paint covered fingers behind his back.

“Oh? My starlight”, you stop in your steps, eyes softening upon seeing him, “you are here.”

You chose the nickname because of his eyes, always telling him that he carried the lights of many stars in them. Jungkook really loved the nickname. It made him feel beautiful.

Jungkook nods his head to answer your question, hurrying to you in big steps.

“How was the ride, my Queen?” he asks, taking your right hand to bow down and kiss your knuckles.

His gesture makes you chuckle.

“What’s with all these formalities tonight?” you ask in laughter.

Jungkook lifts his head, eyes sparkling in playfulness.

“I merely wanted to make you laugh”, he says, “I know how much long days can drain you.”

You step closer and place a grateful kiss atop his cheek. Jungkook leans in with closed eyes, heart fluttering in his chest.

“You are truly the greatest treasure”, you whisper, sniffling quietly, “oh and you smell so sweet.”

“I used the rose soap tonight.”

“I see”, you say, hovering your hands above his cheek, “oh, I ache to touch you, but I shouldn’t. I reek of horse.”

Jungkook dismisses you with a shake of his head.

“Do you want to follow me?” he asks, turning his back to you to hurry away.

“Have you prepared something?” you ask, following him to your bathing room. You are so grateful to be back. You yearned for Jungkook the entire day.

“Perhaps”, he says, sneaking a suspicious glance over his shoulder. The kind which makes you giggle in excited fondness. He is so precious.

Jungkook steps through the curtains first, holding them open for you. You follow with a fluttering heart.

“Tada”, he says, pointing at his surprise. The candles are soaking the room in golden lights, a wax burner infuses the air with a sweet rose scent and the bathtub is filled with hot water and your favourite bathing milk.

“Oh that is-“, you pause to look at everything. He prepared a plate of the finest meats and cheeses, topping it off with grapes and neatly cut bread. You look at him. His eyes are sparkling, his cheeks are rosy, “-did you prepare this?”

“I did”, Jungkook sticks his chest out in pride, “I did all of it myself. Our servants wanted to help me, but I gave them the night off. So I did all of it myself. I even cut the food and, and plated it. What do you think?”

“I think that it is so lovely”, you say, stepping closer just to cup his cheeks and kiss him.

Jungkook sighs, touching our lower back with gentle fingers.

“Thank you so much”, you whisper, “you truly are my treasure.”

Jungkook giggles, shoulders lifting to his ears.

“I wanted to treat you”, he confesses, “because you always take such great care of me. So I wanted to repay the favour.”

You give him a smile, tracing his glowing cheeks.

“You are so precious”, you say.

He blushes, taking a small step back afterwards.

“Shall I help you out of your clothes?” he offers.

“I am not going to deny you”, you say, turning your back to him so he can open the lacing of your corset.

You decided to go for riding pants and a loosely sitting blouse today, giving yourself some warmth by covering your waist in a warm leather corset and your torso in a matching jacket. Said jacket, you have already shrugged off, next to your riding boots and gloves. Jungkook works carefully to make sure that the lacing of your corset is neatly opened. He places his hands on your back to trail them to your front. The touch is of innocent nature, but leaves you with flickers of arousal in your stomach. You really missed his hands on your body, especially today when the weather was so cold.

He rests his chin on your shoulder so he has view down your torso, busying his fingers by opening the front clasps of the corset. He tries not to look at your cleavage, but still finds himself drawn to it. The corset pushes up your breasts so perfectly. He loves how pretty they look. He gulps.

“Weren’t you cold in the blouse?” he asks, voice slightly raspy.

“Yes, a little”, you answer him, resting your head against him.

“I see”, Jungkook breaks his eyes away before his mind wanders to different places, “I, I hope the bath will warm you”, he says, clearing his throat loudly afterwards. He feels like such a rude man, hoping that you hadn’t noticed his longing gazes.

He finally opens the corset and steps back, pulling the piece of clothing from your body. He places it over the clothing holder and rounds you.

“It will most definitely. I can’t wait to get in”, you tell him, studying his face as he opens your blouse. His furrowed brows let you know that he is taking his task very seriously.

He opens the lacing at the collar first, pulling it apart just enough to ensure your head wouldn’t get caught in it. He tries his hardest not to glance down the front. Then he runs his hands down your torso again until he reaches the hem of your pants. He tugs the blouse out of your pants, sneaking a glance up at your eyes.

“May I take it off?” he asks.

“Of course. You are so wonderful in what you are doing, that I’m feeling my heart race”, you confess, lifting your arms.

Jungkook pulls the piece of fabric off of you and carries it to the clothing holder, his cheeks are burning up because of your confession. His heart is racing too. When he turns back around, you have already slipped out of your pants, presenting them to him. He glances at your bared bottom then finally looks at the pants.

“You, uhm, you didn’t have to”, he says, taking them for you to drape them over the blouse. He really hopes that you didn’t see the glances he gave you. This was supposed to be your relaxing surprise and not his attempt to get a glimpse of your bared body.

You did notice, but you don’t mind. On the contrary, your beloved is beyond precious when he tries not to glance but still ends up glancing.

You dismiss him with a shake of your head, “I’m impatient, I really want to get into the water.”

“I see. Well, let me help you”, he says, hurrying to the bathtub so he can hold your hand as you step inside.

“Thank you”, you say, sinking into the hot water with a content sigh, “oh that is wonderful. Oh, I’m in paradise. The temperature is perfect.”

Jungkook feels incredibly proud because of your words, smiling to himself. He was scared that it might be too hot for you, but he did it perfectly. He feels very happy right now.

“Shall I scrub your back?” he offers, earning himself a fond smile from you.

“That would be lovely, but only if I can try some of that wonderful food.”

“Yes, of course you can. I prepared all of this just for you. You can eat as much as you want to”, he says, sitting down at the edge of the bathtub. He grabs the sponge and soaks it in the water, placing it on your back afterwards to scrub your skin gently.

You snatch a piece of cheese and a grape, eating it deliciously.

“Oh that is wonderful, my starlight”, you gush, “I was starving, this is so wonderful.”

Jungkook smiles, caressing your shoulder by massaging it gently. He dances the sponge over your other shoulder, making sure to clean you very thoroughly.

Jungkook stays with you as you clean yourself. He sits by the bathtub and feeds you the delicious food he prepared. And while he pays you company, you tell him about your day and scrub the parts you can reach with the soft sponge he prepared. Jungkook listens intently and you call him precious way too many times, which will make him blush and giggle every single time.

“Do you want to leave the bath?” he asks you once your body was clean and the food was finished.

“Yes.”

“Stay. I will get the towel.”

Jungkook helps you step out of the bathtub, offering you the towel to wrap yourself in. He stays close, rubbing your shoulders and leaning in to place a soft kiss on your neck.

“Jungkook”, you sigh, tilting your head to the side, “don’t do that, you know what effect it has on me”, you say, doing very little to actually stop him.

“Forgive me. Forgive me”, he whispers, kissing your neck repeatedly, “you smell so good, forgive me.”

“Lies. You aren’t sorry”, you say, sighing softly when he chuckles against your skin.

“I really missed you, my destiny”, he whispers, “I thought of you all day.”

Jungkook chose this nickname for you because he found his true destiny when he met you. You loved it so much. It made you feel so incredibly cherished.

“You did?” you ask him.

Jungkook kisses you right under your ear where it tingles the most, “I did.”

“Oh you enchanter, you”, you whip around to slap his chest softly, “you know exactly what to say to seduce me, don’t you?”

Jungkook smiles softly, “I speak the truth”, he touches your arms to tub the towel against them.

You allow him, feeling even the last fragments of the long day melt off of you.

“You are so precious”, you say with fondness in your voice.

Jungkook blushes and looks to the side, “shall I bring you your gown?” he asks to deflect the attention from him.

“Yes, that would be lovely.”

Jungkook turns and walks to the sitting bed on which he laid out your favourite night gown. He fetches it and turns, coming to realise that you are waiting for him bared.

You find great enjoyment in the gulp he does, basking in his widening eyes.

“You look-“ he clears his throat, “-your gown, my Queen. Here”, he says, hurrying to you in big steps.

He helps you slip it on, fixing the slanted collar for you while you gazed at his face.

“I thank you for all of this. Truly this is what I needed after today”, you tell him, painting a content smile on his face.

“I’m glad you feel that way. You work so very hard, my destiny”, he says, “I could never do all the things you do and for that I admire you.”

“Oh you”, you poke his chest, “you’re such a sweet talker.”

You leave the bathing room together. Jungkook offers to prepare your hair for sleeping and you accept instantly. He works diligently, having done your routine a hundred times before. He even includes a little scalp massage, sending shivers down your spine and almost making you fall asleep in your chair.

You have just finished your night routine and were in the middle of climbing into bed with him when someone knocks at your door, disturbing your peace.

“Who might that be?” Jungkook asks you, studying your features.

“I know not”, you answer him.

Another knock on the door lets both of you know that whoever wanted to enter, was persistent.

“Royal duties, am I right?” Jungkook jokes to lift your mood.

“Yes, indeed”, you say and sigh in annoyance, “come in!” you call out despite not wanting to.

Valkeria enters your chambers. Her eyes land on Jungkook relaxing under your covers, lips curling back in a distasteful scowl. Jungkook retorts it, pulling the blanket further up his body to let her know that all the frowning in the world won’t make him leave this place. This is as much his bed as it is yours and he is here to stay.

“Please excuse the late disturbance, my Queen, but Brothos is still waiting for your guidance with the carriages. He asked to send for you because he needs your answers by tomorrow morning”, she says.

“Oh the carriages!” you exclaim, “I knew that something slipped my mind. I will be with him shortly”, you turn to Jungkook, “one last duty and then I'm with you, yes?”

“Yes, I will wait”, he says, sitting up so he can scoot closer to you and kiss your lips. He does this not only because he loves you, but also to spite Valkeria, “good luck, my Queen”, he whispers.

“Dear, you enchanter”, you breathe with a racing heart. You give his cheek a soft pinch, “I won’t be long”, you promise before getting out of bed to leave the chambers after throwing on your night coat and slipping into your night shoes.

Valkeria stays behind, eyeing Jungkook with disgust.

Jungkook retorts it, frowning but with confidence. He holds his head high, making sure to show off the golden promise ring sitting on his finger.

“When are you finally going to return my knife?” she asks him.

“When I feel like it”, he retorts.

“Tzt, such a nuisance”, she murmurs and turns to stomp out of the room.

Jungkook falls into the pillows and sighs. He isn’t angry at her. Not anymore. Perhaps he even feels a little victorious. He knows that Valkeria will never win over him. She can frown and voice her distaste all she wants, but at the end of the day Jungkook was still your treasure. He was still your partner and beloved Jungkook and that was the most empowering thing he could be.

Jungkook is already significantly sleepier when you finally return.

“Please forgive me for taking so long. Brothos had a lot to talk about”, you say, finally climbing under the covers with him, “but everything is sorted now. They’re bound to leave with the first light.”

You roll yourself over, caging in his head between your elbows and running your fingers through his hair. Jungkook blinks at you slowly, placing his hands on your back.

“You aren’t going to fall asleep, are you?” you ask him.

“No, I’m just sleepy”, he answers you.

“I see, the difference is grande isn’t it?” you snicker.

Jungkook smiles tiredly, “it is”, he insists, “I want to stay awake with you.”

“You do?”

Jungkook nods his head, running his hands up your back. He runs them down along your arms, returning to your back again just to feel you up. The touch rises goosebumps on your skin.

“I want to have you”, he confesses, eliciting sparks of desire in your stomach.

“You want to have me?”

Jungkook nods his head, running his hands down your arms and to your chest. He cups your breasts, massaging them over the thin material of your gown.

“I thought of you as you were missing”, he locks eyes with you, “and how beautiful your breasts looked in the candlelight”, he adds, massaging your flesh with loving passion.

The touch elicits a sigh from you, sending shivers down your spine. His confession sends heat to your core, making you ache for him. You squirm just slightly, drawing closer to him. His hands are warm and big. His touch feels wonderful.

“I must confess that I didn’t want to ask you because I didn’t want to pressure you, but I feel the same”, you say, leaning down until your lips were almost touching.

“You do?” he asks breathily, eyes closed and fingers rolling your nipples. He craves your kiss like nothing else.

“I do. Riding all day made me….sensitive”, you say and snicker, “and then I noticed all the glances you sent my way.”

“You noticed?” he sighs, feeling your breath swirl against his lips. Oh how he aches for it to be your lips instead.

“I did”, you say, letting your lips brush against his’, “my cunt aches for your cock, Jungkook.”

“You fluster me”, he gasps, “oh sometimes you say the most sinful of things”, he whines, cupping his own cheeks as they feel like burning up.

You laugh, replacing his hands with yours, “you are so precious”, you say, finally pulling him into a kiss.

Jungkook moans, hooking his arms behind your head to keep you from pulling away. Not that you plan on pulling away. You have craved his kiss all day. Knowing that you have someone as precious as Jungkook by your side fulfils you with daily happiness. You wake easier now that you know you have Jungkook to wake up to and you sleep better knowing that you will always have his arms to fall into. You have also realised that you leave a lot harder, yearning for him the moment you set foot out of the castle and hoping for a quick return. Truly, all you really want to do these days is spend time with him and spoil him with the finest of treasures and sweetest of kisses.

You run your hand down his chest, lingering on his left pec. Jungkook has a sensitive chest. You have figured out that much in the countless nights you shared together.

You place your fingers right on his nipple and circle it slowly.

“Oh”, Jungkook lets out, kiss breaking so he can gasp for air. He chases you with an arch of his back, fingers grasping your shoulders.

“Do you like it?” you ask him.

“Yes”, he sighs, pulling you back into the kiss.

You allow him gladly, sighing his name as your lips get lost in a passionate rhythm. Jungkook sighs your name as well, feeling his head turn and his length swell between his legs. Your touch to his nipples is way too powerful, oh Jungkook feels bewitched and dizzy.

Jungkook is a very good kisser. Perhaps the best you ever had. He wasn’t always, but developed the most wonderful of skills in the time with you. He was sloppy at first and way too eager, which resulted in many giggly moments. So in a sense he never was truly bad, as kissing each other always felt right, he merely learned how to be tender and gentle.

And Jungkook truly is such a gentle man. You learned that about him when you did the simple thing of allowing him to live. Jungkook may enjoy straining his body's strength in training and grow his muscles, but at the core of his being he was a tender man. He enjoyed fabrics which felt soft on the skin and enjoyed clothing which didn’t pinch. He loved sweet smells and you often listen to him talk about a certain scent and why he didn’t or did enjoy it. He enjoyed cleanliness and loved taking care of his skin and hair. You have also realised that Jungkook is bursting in talent. His singing voice is sweeter than honey and his sword dance skills are remarkable, he also has a great talent for painting and shows interest in stitching. Truly, Jungkook is the most remarkable person you have ever met. And you are beyond grateful that destiny brought him to you and that he can finally be himself.

Jungkook pushes at you, surprising you so greatly that you fall to your back and Jungkook can claim the space above you. The kiss breaks solely because you let it break.

“You surprised me”, you whisper, gazing into his eyes. They were filled with love and desire, mirroring your state.

“You should rest. You worked so hard all day”, he whispers, tracing the shape of your cheek with the back of his hand.

“I'm so affected”, you confess, “oh my starlight, why can’t we undress ourselves and connect already?”

“I want that as well”, Jungkook says, sitting up so he can take off his gown.

You sit up as well, doing the same. You throw it to the side, locking eyes with him. Well, at least you attempt to as Jungkook’s gaze is locked onto your chest.

“Touch me, Jungkook”, you order lovingly, dropping back into the pillows.

Jungkook reaches for you instantly, cradling your breasts in his strong hands. When you met him, his hands were callused and carried many small wounds. It all has healed these days. Jungkook has the softest hands. You often tell him that they weren’t sculpted to be the hands of a cruel murderer like he so long believed himself to be, but that you always knew that he had hands of a loving man. Jungkook spilled tears when you told him, as he so often does when he realises just how incredibly much he loves you. You find it beyond precious and always buy him new treasures the next day.

“You are so beautiful”, Jungkook whispers, eyes racing over your breasts.

“So are you”, you breathe.

“I want to lose myself in you”, Jungkook moans softly and lowers himself to your chest. His length presses against your naked thigh, giving you a sweet glimpse of how swollen you have already gotten him. He moves it against you slowly, moaning and sighing as his tongue is busy with worshiping your nipples.

“That feels so good”, you sigh, running your hands through his soft hair. Your eyes are closed so you can truly enjoy his sweet touches. Jungkook is a very attentive lover. He learns by doing and observing and improves by truly listening. You have always known that behind his inexperience, potential for greatness lied. And you weren’t disappointed, not one bit. He takes time to explore you and more often than not you have to be the one to tell him to hurry up for he could truly spend hours worshipping your every inch.

Tonight is no different. You sense that Jungkook is in the process of losing himself to the sensations, hips restlessly chasing friction and rubbing his cock sensitive as a result. You don’t want that. You need him inside of you. Need him becoming sensitive because of your warm cunt.

“Jungkook, beloved”, you get out, tugging at his hair gently.

“Mhm”, he hums, sucking on your right nipple while his fingers massaged the other.

“Slip inside”, you say, forcing Jungkook to break contact with your nipple.

“Are you certain? Should, should I not lick you first?” he asks. His cheeks are so heated, his lips look so soft.

“Not tonight. I really need you.”

“I understand”, Jungkook exhales shakily, “oh, I’m so excited now”, he confesses and smiles shyly.

“Me too”, you retort his smile, “I can't wait.”

Jungkook climbs between your legs, reaching down to align himself with your entrance. He rubs his tip against it slowly, eliciting a shaky gasp from you.

“Oh…Jungkook…” you sigh.

“You are so wet”, he whispers, voice trembling in pleasure. He guides his tip up to your heat, parting your folds with it before rubbing slow circles on your sensitive clit.

Your legs open further, your breath hitches in your throat. Oh how sensitive you are. Even such simple touches send fiery pleasure through your limbs.

Jungkook trails his cock down to your entrance again, massaging it with his tip. He pushes in every second time, not much but just enough to give you a little glimpse of pressure. He abandons your hole afterwards just to circle your clit. He repeats the process over and over again. Truly he drives you mad in desperation.

“Be quicker”, you say, holding his shoulders.

Jungkook sneaks a glance up at your face and smiles shyly.

“I love your wetness so much”, he says, returning to your entrance. He pushes and finally allows his length to slip deeper.

“Ah, yes”, you moan, closing your eyes in bliss.

“You are so warm”, Jungkook keens and then his own eyes fall closed as he sinks into you inch by inch.

He begins moving once he bottoms out, allowing your bodies to get used to the sensation with slow, long strokes. His hands are gripping the pillow beside your head, muscles tensing. You have your hands on his chest, rubbing his nipples.

“That feels so good”, he whispers and moans softly, circling his hips when he's deep inside. He continues the rhythm, but adds the circles for a new sensation.

“Keep going, you are wonderful”, you encourage him, melting into a puddle of warm pleasure.

You had intercourse before Jungkook. It was fun and you enjoyed it, but nothing could have prepared you for how Jungkook will make you feel. When he is inside you, you feel like flying and as if nothing in this world could defeat you. When he is close, you feel content and whole. And only through holding him, you have found true peace. Truly, Jungkook feels different and it is the best type of different ever.

“Oh mhm”, Jungkook lets out, lowering himself to his elbows.

You peel your eyes open, meeting his hazy gaze.

“Are you alright?” you ask him, basking in his racing heartbeat against your palm.

“Yes. The position was exhausting”, he explains.

“I see. You held out long, my starlight”, you praise with a smile, “are you comfortable now?”

He nods his head, cupping your cheek and showing you a sweet smile.

“It feels…so good”, he whispers, smile falling solely because he lets his eyes flutter closed and his lips part instead. He moans softly, running his thumb over your cheek.

You love the position so very much. Like this your chests are touching, exchanging warmth and closeness. Your legs are resting on his thighs, bend slightly by the knees and getting pushed up into your body each time he thrusts into you. Like this you can’t really close them around him, but you don’t mind as it gives you a glimpse of his strong thighs tensing with each movement. It also allows his pubic bone to rub against your clit, sending bolts of lightning through your veins each time that happens.

You sigh his name, reaching up to cup his cheek. Jungkook leans into the touch instinctively, hips faltering before gaining in a little bit of speed.

“You're beautiful”, you whisper, moaning softly because it feels so wonderful to be fucked by him.

“My Queen”, Jungkook whimpers, “oh, ah, a-ah.”

He loves calling you by your true title in bed and you love that he does. Jungkook loves to submit to you. He loves serving you and making sure that you are pleased. He loves how it makes you feel and loves how wonderful you reward him because of it.

“You're mine”, you whisper, hand falling to his throat gently.

Jungkook gasps, eyes opening slowly to gaze at you.

“I'm yours”, he whispers shakily, hips stuttering desperately.

“You are. You’re my starlight”, you say, giving his veins a soft squeeze.

“Oh ___”, Jungkook gasps, squeezing his eyes shut, “please don’t let go.”

Your stomach tingles in pleasure, your heart flutters unbearably.

You have choked Jungkook before. Quite often actually. One time you choked him as you were on top, riding his cock. Another time you choked him as you fucked into him from behind and he covered his cheeks with his tears of pleasure. Another time you choked him solely for the sake of choking him. No other stuff happened. Jungkook rested comfortably in bed while you experimented with different grips and strengths and he reacted accordingly with sweet sighs and blissed moans. And another time you ordered him to choke himself while you licked and sucked his cock.

You really enjoy it and maybe Jungkook enjoys it even more. He loves the dizzy feeling he gets when you cut off his blood. He loves how his head starts pounding when the seconds become more and more. And he loves the rush he gets when you release him again.

He also loves how it makes him feel. When you choke him, Jungkook feels happy and content and owned. And such statements may sound confusing to one as Jungkook always talks about cherishing his freedom, but that was the point. Jungkook has the freedom to choose to feel owned. He just has to say the word and you would release him, but he has the freedom to stay quiet and to enjoy being yours for as long as he wants to. And quite frankly, being yours is his proudest achievement. There is nothing he would want to be more.

“Harder”, he begs, hips chasing your warmth desperately.

You increase the pressure on his veins, basking in his heart skipping a beat and the shaky gasp he lets out. You can feel his heart race in his veins, feeling dizzy because of it.

“I'm yours”, he croaks, “I'm all yours”, he gets out and whimpers softly, face contorting into an expression of hazy pleasure. You know that face. It is the face when the hot intense pleasure your cunt brings him mixes with the slight fogginess the choking brings his brain. It is both strong yet gentle, makes him feel both breathless and light as a feather.

“Yes my starlight, you’re all mine”, you whisper, tensing around his length.

Jungkook moans, voice vibrating against your hand.

“My Queen”, he croaks, hips chasing you desperately. The new rhythm shakes you, knocking deep sounds of pleasure out of you.

Skin slaps against skin. His thighs push against your legs, his fingers twist a bundle of pillow. And his body grinds against your clit so intensely, you almost release his throat to instead scratch down his back

“Keep going, ah Jungkook, ah my beloved ah”, you moan loudly, doing everything in your power to keep squeezing his throat.

“I'm so hazy, it feels so good”, Jungkook moans, doing everything in his power to keep moving. All he wants to do is fall on top of you and sob your name. It feels so good to be choked. It feels so incredibly good.

Jungkook often thinks back to your beginnings. He thinks back to the time in his life where he thought that women were witches and that sex was their way of getting to a man's soul. He laughs about it these days because he couldn’t have been more wrong. Sex is the most wonderful experience. Especially with you. Only with you. He doesn’t even mind that perhaps you are stealing a little bit of his soul, maybe he even wants you to.

Jungkook thrusts into you, shaking your entire body with it.

“O-oh fu-“, your voice cuts off before you could finish, fingers digging into his throat tightly, “Jungkook…ah Jungkook, J-Jungkook.”

You are tensing up, losing yourself to the sensations. Your cunt aches in sensitivity, his length feels like heaven inside. Your body trembles each time he fucks into you, his strength turns you into a hazy, dizzy mess.

“So tight”, he croaks, meaning both your cunt and your grip, “don’t stop, my Queen. Ah please, I feel so good”, he keens, gulping under your grip while his cock aches inside you, “do you feel good too?”

“Yes, yes, yes”, you chant, “oh yes. Yes!”

You have guards outside. Probably Valkeria and maybe Leyanna. Your doors were not soundproof. Are you both aware that they aren’t? Yes, you are very aware. But that doesn’t stop you from being as loud as you are. You always lose yourselves in the sensations that, quite frankly, it is just you and him right now. No world around you, no other people, nothing. Just you and him fucking like desperate animals. Jungkook also likes to make you be loud when Valkeria is around because he can show her that he can serve you so much better than she ever could. He would never tell you that, but he loves the rush of power it gives him.

“Good, that’s good”, he gets out, resorting to moaning afterwards. His head is pounding, his blood flow is cut off. Oh, Jungkook is riding on the sensation with his toes curling in pleasure. He twists the pillow, thrusting into you with a desperate strength. He feels how your thighs tremble because of it and hears how sweet you sound in reaction. He keeps going. He keeps fucking you hard and rough just so he can feel your thighs tremble and hear you moan. It motivates him so much. He doesn’t fuck you that hard to chase a selfish wave of pleasure, he is doing it for you. He knows that you love it when he is rough and strong and he wants to give you your favourite sensations. That is why he fucks like that right now. To give you your favourite kind of fuck.

“Jungkook I’m close”, you gasp out, arching your back as best as the position allows you to.

“I, I know. I feel it”, he stutters, hips chasing your tightness.

“Ah my starlight”, you croak, dropping into the sheets, “almost there, don’t you dare stop.”

“I won’t”, Jungkook promises you, shaking his head even if that makes your fingers dig deeper and for him to almost pass out in pleasure. He can’t breathe from it. He can’t function. It feels so good to be choked. Oh it feels so good.

Jungkook sobs softly, dripping tears onto your cheeks.

“My Queen”, he whimpers, “I’m yours.”

“No, I’m yours”, you moan, falling into your high uncontrollably, “ah Kook”, you squeak, fingers almost slipping from his throat if he didn’t grab it panickedly to keep it there. He squeezes for you, strong hand resting over yours and glassy eyes focused on your pleasure contorted face.

“That feels so good. It feels so good”, he whispers, hips chasing your high to make it as best as possible for you, “I love you, my destiny, I love you more than anything.”

“I can’t...breathe”, you press out, wheezing for air, “oh”, you get out, shaking anew as Jungkook’s rough grinding lifts your high into mindnumbing altitudes.

“Neither can I, oh I feel breathless”, Jungkook says and sobs softly, “I’m yours”, he says, making your hand squeeze his throat even tighter.

His hips stutter uncontrollably, his thighs tense against yours.

“I can’t hold it anymore”, he confesses, voice frail and weak from the harsh choke.

Luckily for him, you are slowly coming down already, being present enough to hear his desperate confession. You feel so incredibly fulfilled from your high and yet you begin aching for his warm seed the moment your dear love begins trembling above you.

“Let go of my hand”, you order.

Jungkook drops his hand, twisting the pillow instead. He whimpers, nose scrunching up in tormented pleasure.

“There we go, you are my most precious love”, you whisper, “let go for me, my starlight”, you encourage him, releasing his throat.

Blood shoots back to his brain, his body crumbles instantly. Jungkook barely manages to get your name out and then his voice cuts off as he fights for air, cock throbbing inside of you and body feeling as if fire magic had a hold of him. He rides out his high in seven stuttering thrusts, filling your cunt with his warm seed and your heart with immortal love.

He collapses on top of you once his high died down, body feeling defeated. His skin is sticky in sweat, as is yours. He is panting, arms cradling you so tightly you wonder if he wanted to merge with you. His hair is tickling your neck as he turned his head in a way that would allow him to breathe. Truly, he wants to hide away in your neck, but he knows that such a request was impossible right now. He needs air, you have stolen him of it and now he needs to get it back.

You are breathing heavily as well, struggling just a little with his weight atop of you. Your fingers run up and down his spine, your legs are still wrapped around his thighs.

You feel so happy.

“How”, he clears his throat, “how are you?”

“Good, still dizzy”, you answer him, “and you?”

He nods his head, “defeated?” he says and laughs breathily, covering his eyes behind his hand, “oh goddesses.”

You giggle, giving him a loving squeeze.

“You are so precious”, you say, craning your neck to kiss the back of his head.

Jungkook lifts his head in reaction, propping himself up on his elbows with his last remaining strength.

“No, I’m too tired”, he gives up, rolling off of you instead to cuddle into the pillows next to you. Not for long because he seeks your closeness instantly, draping his arm across your chest and hiding his face in your neck while his leg laid itself between yours. He sighs contently, giving you sleepy neck kisses and small sounds of contentment. They constituted of little giggles, soft sighs and squeaky noises as he breathed out. He always gets like this after a good fuck and you find tranquillity in it. Jungkook is so sweet when he is content.

“Shouldn’t we relieve ourselves before we become too tired and fall asleep?” you ask him, caressing his arm.

Jungkook shakes his head, making you laugh.

“So you would rather take five days of painful peeing over going now?”

“Yes”, he says, making you chuckle, “you’re so warm.”

You try to leave only to be held back by his strong grip. He even tenses his arm for it.

“Dear, oh Jungkook you clingy man, just let me get up. I’ll be back as quickly as possible”, you complain in a laugh, trying to get his arm off your chest.

Jungkook moves his head, gazing up at you with droopy, lovedrunk eyes.

“Promise?” he asks.

“Yes promise”, you say fondly, poking the tip of his nose, “I have to hold my precious starlight for sleep, don’t I?”

Jungkook flusters, giggling sweetly and squeezing his eyes shut in shyness. He relaxes his arm, hiding his face in the pillow. Truly, he makes it so hard to leave for your heart was melting in love for him. You peck his ear and finally get up to leave. You’ll be back as soon as possible. You promised him and you intent on keeping it.

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Slight Yandere! Sauron x Childhood friend!reader

Requested:/

(Cuz... Armoured men. Can be seen as romantic or platonic.)

(Warnings: Gore, genocide, sickness, death.)

(3rd person POV)

"Sire. The one ring, it has been located, deep within the elven kigdom."

An orc servant spoke to Sauron, who was sitting on his throne in contempt.

"Retrieve it." Sauron ordered simply, waving a hand clad in sharp armour. The metal clinking together with each twitch of his fingers.

"The orc forces are unable to break the front lines, sire." The trembeling servant explains. The mosnter is obviously sweating with the heat of the blazing lava-waterfalls.

"... Is that so?" Sauron stands up, his metal armour scraping against itself as he descends from the platform of his throne.

He violently throws the orc into the lava pool beneath before storming out in rage.

The elves.... They had the ring, the one ring.

He needs it. It's his. Just like how middle earth would be his aswell.

And.... His long lost friend. If he had the ring, it would be easy to track them down.

So, he stormed out of the castle or Mordor, if it could even be called that. Barking orders at the remaining forces around him to ride with him towards the elven kigdom by dawn.

As quick as he tought of the plan, it got done.

His remaining orc forces joined the ones at the front line with burning torches and weapons utelizing fire.

This forest, the home of the elves, would burn.

The flames engulfed the old trees, the grass, the animals... and the elves.

They didn't know what was coming for them. Some may hide in the large rivers and lakes, but an escape from the suffocating smoke wouldn't come.

Sauron marched into the flames, his armour protecting his large form. His footsteps leaving prints in the ashes of a once powerfull and prosperous kigdom.

He was just in time to hear the screams of agony. To smell the burning of nature.... To see the scorched bodies.

He breathes in the scent of death and ashes. Stepping over the burning corpses of a species he couldn't care less about.

The orc army followed behind, making sure not to let anyone out alive.

Yet Sauron couldn'y care about survivors. He just wanted the one ring.

Simple as that.

So when he found an elf, still partially concious, he picked it up by its collar and glared trough the eyeholes in his intimidating helmet.

"The one ring, where is it?" He sneered at the poor elf.

"I-I won't tell you..." The elf coughed weakly. Staring at the destrucion of its home.

Sauron jammed his sharp fingers onto the elfs chest, twisting its skin around painfully.

The elf screams out in agony, its screams echoeing trough the burning forest, the deafening fire crackles keeping the sound from reaching far.

"I-It's... in the secret vault.." The elf whispers weakly, even such a high ranking creature wasn't able to stand such torture.

"And where is this 'secret' vault?" Sauron asks, his tone that of an impatient man. The elf had given up on live before it could answer. Sauron throws the being aside without any trace of care.

Sauron sighs heavily as this means he has to go find it himself. But for the one ring... he would.

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It wasn't that hard. With the forest burned down, it was easier to spot the usually overgrown cave, littered with crystals. He felt the presence of his precious ring in there.

Entering the cave alone, he makes quick work of the stone door, ignoring the carvings on it meant to aid in finding a way to open it as he just smashes the irritating obstacle.

And he's in.

What foolish elves to think a stone door would keep anything thats desparate enough out.

Sauron explores this 'secret vault' and stumbles upon multiple treassures he couldn't possibly give two flying shits about.

And then, at long last, the one ring. Beautifully layed out for him on a pedestal. It's like the elves wanted him to come get it himself.

He slowly reaches for the golden object, sliding it over his steel clad fingers cooly. He didn't have to put on a show like this... there was no-one else here... Yet, after decenia, he deserved it.

The moment he connected with the one ring, his superiour powers flowed back into him. He was unstopable now.

And... that meant middle earth would soon fall to him. Bow their pathetic heads. And you, you would be by his side.

As if a switch had been flipped, his next goal just popped into his dark head. Get Y/N.

That was one of the things he had vowed to do after losing his dear childhood friend such a long time ago.

Y/N had beeb seperated from him by his master, to cast more darkness in his heart, make him a better pupil. But now that his master was no longer, he coul take Y/N back. Wherever they were...

Who-ever took them... would pay.

He vowed to that.

Yet, why did he feel.. so close to that goal?

Like he's already done it?

It's so strange. It's like you're right next to him.

Wait a minute... Is he... going crazy?!

No, probaly not, he's always been crazy.

But he swore that he could feel your prensence in this very room.

Sauron looked around the vault, his hidden eyes scanning over the various elven treassures and artefacts. The vines casting a slightly green glow on the chamber.

He couldn't spot... anything that looked like you. I mean, these were all just objects....

Sauron walked closer, trying to tell where your presence was coming from.

He picked up some trinkets, looking each over before throwing it behind him carelessly. That is, untill he picked up what appears to be a crystall ball.

This had to be it. It just had to as it made him feel like he was holding you again.

Sauron peered into the crystal sphere. Eyeing the inside, tough not much but some blinding light was revealed.

"No, no. This is it. They sealed you, didn't they, dear?" He whispers to the magic object. Slowly holding it closer to his chest.

Sauron muses to himself as he walks out with the crystal ball in his hands. Who would have tought the elves would have both of his desired things in one room. What fools. Dead fools.

It doesn't take him long to find his troups, playing with dead bodies... Great.

They march back to Mordor, leaving the destroyed elven kingdom behind without a speck of remorse.

It would take them five days to get back, at this leisury pace... Sauron didn't mind, he had time now. He had the one ring.

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Sauron sat awake in his large tent. Holding the crystal ball.. It brought him immense comfort. Holding you... Sort of.

He wants this damm thing open. But not to be hasty... he doesn't want to end up killing you... That would be awfull.

So, Sauron sits awake at night, looking over the crystal prison, trying the way to properly open it, let you out.

He taps it with his metal clad fingers, blows on it. Chants spells. But nothing happens.

He gets an orc to licks it. Also doesn't work. Why would it.. thats silly.

Sauron notices a small crack in the crystal sphere..... Should he break it? Most of the time... thats how objects like this work. But what if this one was special? Who knows...?

But he's so desparate to see you. He hand't seen your smile in so long...

So he does it. He jabs his armoured thumb into the small crack to enlarge it. It began cracking more, a rip going trough the crystal ball. Eventually splitting it in two.

He pulled the two halves appart like people do with coconuts, a blinding light coming out of it.

The moment that he regained his vision, Sauron saw what he had waited eons for. You... So sweetly on the ground in front of him. You appeared to be sleeping.

Oh... and the elves seemed to have dressed you in some nice white clothes before they sealed you... Tradition, maybe?

He actually felt breathless for a moment. Gently picking you up in his steel arms. Being very carefull as to not harm even a hair on your body. Your so fragile looking body. he couldn't blame you, you had been sealed for a long, long time.

"Y/N.... my dear...." Sauron whipsers and brushes some hair out of your sleeping face. He brings his head towards yours for a forehead kiss before he remebers he has a permanent helmet on. Sauron sighs and holds you just a bit closer.

It was so fun when things went his way.

He held you there for hours, waiting for any signs of you awakening from your eon long slumber.

And finally, there it was, a flutter of your lashes, that beautifull (e/c) hue looking up at him.

Oh... and a weak scream. He was a bit concerened untill he realised you must not recognize him in the slightest. The armour was quite scary afterall.

"Shh, Y/N, it's me. Sauron. Remember?" He held your face in his cold metal hands. Trying to calm you down.

And ofcourse, just like he remembered, you put on that cute thinking face.

"Prove it." You spoke hoarsly. Throath dry like the Sahara desert after eons of being sealed away.

Sauron grabbed your hand and did the silly handshake you had made up back in your childhood.

He smiles behind the scary helmet as he sees your eyes soften at him. The warmth of you finally hugging him again after all these years was all he had wished for. He embraces you, wanting to bury his nose in your hair, yet he couldn't.

"You... came to get me..." You whispered as you held the man you've lost eons ago. You didn't recognize him.... But he had proven it. He was Sauron.

"Ofcourse I did, dear." Sauron whispered just as softly. If anyone saw this... they'd think he was a fraud. Being this soft with someone, having feelings. But it was you. You had been with him before he became cold and unfeeling, a monster.

The two of you stayed in a comfrotable hug untill the dawn broke trough the darkness of the sky. Signalling that they'd be venturing further to get back to Mordor.

"Y/N, darling.... I may have unsealed you a bit too early.... You're okay with riding on my horse with me, right?" Sauron asked softly, brushing a strand of your hair out of your eyes.

You nod, a bit surprised at what was even happening as you had been sealed for eons.

Sauron smiled at you, even if you couldn't see. Taking your fragile little hand in his metal claws to lead you out with him.

He leads you to his way too big horse. Hoisting up at you and glaring down any orc who looks at you funny. They think you're fresh meat....

Sauron wraps one of his metal arms around you to make sure you don't fall off of the horse, the other on the bridle.

You ride off. Sauron securely holding you against him as his giant horse runs ahead of the goblin army. He wants to get you home, as soon as possible.

Preferably... before you realised what he's become and all the things he's done.

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You eventually arrive at Mordor, sweating a bit from the vulcanic heat and the poor air condition. Sauron is worried, he hand't tought of that since he hand't been a normal mortal for eons.

But no matter, he has the ring, he'll find something to solve your issue.

"We're here, dear." Sauron helps you off of the horse, holding your hand like some disney prince.

He notices how wobbly you are on your legs so he supports your weight with his arm. He walks inside with you, into the wide doors of his 'castle'.

"Y/N, I welcome you back to my side." Sauron appears to be smiling behind the intimidating helmet. Leading you to a bedroom... Or well... a giant room with a bed.

It's darkly decorated. The same evil colours the rest of his castle has. But this room... was actually nicely decorated. Cozy and with everything you may need.

Due to you observing the decor, you didn't truly register the click of the heavy door you came in from...

"Y/N, sweetheart. You need to promise me... You'll stay right here. Okay?" Sauron speaks, now basically pressed against your back. His metal arms wrapping around your waist once more.

"... Okay?" You nod in uncertainity. Surely your friend had his reasons, like always.

Sauron pats your head, briefly showing you around the room before he instructed you to rest. The new dark ruler being out of the room in moments. He still had a lot to do. and for now, you were secure.

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His happily ever after didn't last long, however. He had middle earth almost taken over.. yes.

But you... were declining.

It wasn't noticable at first... You hid it from him.

He came by your room everyday, just to chat. He told you of what happned during your long period of being sealed... and he got to bask in your presence again. It was perfect.

That is, untill he caight sight of your new condition.

He was just telling you about the start of his dark reign when you started coughing. Violently so.

The dark ruler notices how you cough into your hands, a faint spatter of blood seeping trough the crevaces of you fingers. His face twists into a worried frown, taking your hands into his to look at the bloodied mess...

Along with some... Crystals?

Little, sharp shards of clear crystals, coloured with your blood lay there on your soft palms.

His face twits in shock. That.. isn't whats supposed to happen. Why is this happening.

"Y/N... Are you hurt?" Sauron asks as he cups your cheek with his free hand. Making sure he can look into your eyes for any signs of lies.

"N-No... I'm fine, really." You speak softly, a bit of blood still on your lips... between your teeth. Naturally, he doesn't believe that. You coughed up blood, for gods sake.

"Y/N... sweatheart. Don't lie. It won't help you. I'll get to the bottom of this, alright?" Sauron speaks lightly, not wishing to raise his voice when you look this fragile.

He looks at the crystal shards in his hands again, looking the sharp little pieces over. They remind him of your crystal ball of a prison.

The elves must have had something to do with this...

But... those were all dead. He was going to have to solve this on his own.

And fast. You were declining... On his watch. In his arms.

He couldn't lose you, not again. He couldn't lose one of the only things he still cared about.

"Lie down, you nedd rest." Sauron advised and gently nudged you towards your bed. Before you could lie to him about being fine again. He's seen you do that before. When you were kids...

Playing by the river.. you scraped your knee and didn't tell him untill it bled trough your pants. He should have seen the tear you blinked back. Seen trough that smile.

And just like back then, he had noticed you pain too late once again.

Sauron tucks you in, against your embarrasment and protests.

The dark ruler leaves your room and you could finally drop the smile.

You didn't want him to worry. He's already saved you... you didn't want to cause more trouble.

But you felt it. Inside you... the suffacting feeling. Something heavy was growing inside of you.

Occasionally, a shard broke off and you coighed it up. painfully tearing open your throath. It wasn't pleasant, but you could bite trough.

If only he hadn't seen.

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Not a month later, you were bedridden. Stuck under the soft covers as only Saurons most trusted servants tended to you.

Beautifull crystal shards grew on your (s/c) skin. Glittering in the light. Catching Saurons depressed gaze.

He was watching his childhood friend slowly die...

Slowly crystalize and dim out.

He wanted to murder those elves all over again.

They did this to you. sealed you away and cursed you. With such beautifull crystals. It's ironic how beautifull you looked while approaching the end of your mortal life.

And he couldn't do anything but be beside you for it all.

Holding your hand. Talking to you. Hearing your voice weaken each day. Yet you'd never drop that smile.

That dammned smile...

He couldn't stand how you were trying to cheer him up.

Trying to ease his grief even before your death.

He tried everything, potions, spells, medicines, rituals. None worked. Only an elf would have the cure. And he killed them all.

It's all his fault....

He repeats it over and over in his head as he holds your hand. Still breathing.. barely.

A week ago, you had fallen asleep, only to remain so, a coma.

One his doctors decided you'd never wake up from.

So he sat by your bed, day to night. He knew this was it, you were dying. Slowly... painfully... beautifully.

The crystal shards had grown over one of your eyes, like a twisted eyepatch. Making you look eternal.

Why couldn't they just go back to their childhood.

He should have never left you for the dark arts...

Look at you now.

Taking your last breath...

The last.

While he holds your hand.

Tears welling up in his eyes.

He shouldn't cry.

It's beneath him.

But... You're gone.

Forever.

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LOL, what did i just do?

I suppose i was feeling silly. RIP bestie of Sauron.

I got inspired by my character AI convo by the bot i made.

Tough that one didnt let me die, but ya know, emotion. link to that bot here: https://c.ai/c/lJhHpTBSSW7ipW6qUuV6DZqAaTwJXK5QrvghVSjw3uI

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