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fairyhaos · 9 months

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❍ the 2k event: jeonghan + empire

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alternative title: burn, palace, burn

pairing: prince!jeonghan x f!empress!reader

genre: historical au, empire au, enemies to lovers, angst

word count: 1517

warnings: mentions of blood, war, death, manipulation, imprisonment (yeah,,, this ended up a little dark)

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War is never something you’ve enjoyed.

Bloodshed is horrifying, and the amount of lives lost, often futilely, make your stomach churn and your heart ache. The effects of war are almost always felt for generations after, staining child after child and traumatising the land beyond belief, the blood of enemies and allies and victims painting nightmares into the soil.

What a shame that your hands are dripping in that very blood.

You sigh, straightening yourself in your throne, brushing at the delicate golden chains dangling from your headdress as they touch your shoulders. However, you’ve been brought up by a tyrannical family, hell-bent on controlling their people. It’s always been your greatest desire to undo that damage, create a prosperous society, but that has proved near impossible.

That was a lesson your advisors had taught you, early on in your reign. As a woman, you’d have little power but to do as the men before you had done.

“Your Imperial Highness! The Great Sun of our land! Your imperial army returns from their latest battle!”

The doors to the throne room burst open, and in strides the head general, helmet under his arm, chest puffed, cheeks splattered with blood. It makes you feel sick.

But what makes you even more ill is the fact that he’s not alone. Behind him, two other soldiers drag in a man, tugging on his chains and forcing him to kneel before you. His head his bent, once-rich robes tattered and torn. There is a crown on his head, but on closer inspection, it looks to be a crude imitation of one, fashioned from tatty cloth and rotten sticks.

“We have returned from our conquest in the East,” your Head General says, proud. “The Kingdom of Thae has fallen to your mighty reign.”

Another kingdom acquired by your crown, you think weakly. Another kingdom for your advisors to lord over. Another kingdom for you to play at being empress to.

“Well done,” you say, and try to hide the discomfort from your voice. Masking it should come easily, given the countless times you’ve done this, but your horror at what has become of you never ceases to fade. “The Imperial Crown thanks you for your service.”

The Head General nods in acknowledgement, and point to the man kneeling beside him. “We have brought the prince of the Thae Kingdom here to you. Though their King and Queen have been slaughtered, Advisor Kim relayed that you would enjoy certain… spoils of war, if there were any left.”

Your head spins. This is horrific. You want to leave.

“Yes,” you manage to force out, as gracefully as possible. “Thank you.” You look down at the man, and his head is still bent, but his chained wrists shake from the way he clenches his fists tightly. “Pray tell, what is the prince’s name?”

The Head General smirks, and steps back. “Would your Imperial Highness like to take a look at him?”

It’s posed as a question, but you have no choice.

You rise from your throne, (lies, it’s not yours, it’s always belonged to anyone but you—) and descend the steps, kneeling before the man, the heavy silks of your skirt fanning out beneath you.

With one finger, you lift up his head, and your breath catches.

He’s beautiful.

“Prince Yoon Jeonghan, Your Imperial Highness,” your Head General introduces for you, and even his name is beautiful.

His hair, raven-dark and mussed up, is still velvet-soft as you tuck a lock behind his ear, mesmerised by his beauty. His eyes are like black diamonds, so dark that you could fall into them and yet endlessly bright and sparkling. His skin is pale, and he looks so small and delicate and you wish for nothing more than to whisk him away from this horrible, horrible world.

Jeonghan snarls, and his teeth sink into your wrist.

Immediately, the guards around him pull at his chains and tug him back, tug him so hard that he falls back, head crashing painfully on the cold stone of the floor.

“Oh!” You don’t even register the stinging teeth marks on your wrist, bleeding red beads, standing up and rushing to his side, holding the back of his head, even as he swats angrily at you, chains clinking. “Are you alright?”

Jeonghan stares at you as if you’ve gone insane, wrestling himself from your grip and receiving more harsh tugs for his actions.

“I gather that Your Imperial Majesty is pleased with this prince?” the Head General says, and the sick pleasure in his tone makes you look up.

“Indeed,” you say, with all the authority you can muster. “Now, leave us.”

There are little benefits to being a puppet empress, but at least the people still have to respect you.

Once they all leave, and the room is empty, you fall to your knees beside him once again, brushing at his robes, seeing if he’s alright. But Jeonghan pushes your hands away again, hissing.

“Leave me alone,” he snaps, and his voice is cracked and hoarse but the anger pulsates, ever-present and unable to be hidden. “I refuse to be your boytoy.”

“Let me help you,” you beg, noticing the bruises along his arms, the dried-up blood on his neck. “Please. I could— I could give you a good life here. I promise.”

Jeonghan’s eyes darken, icy flames dancing in his irises, every blink oozing hate. “Your promises mean nothing to me,” he spits. “I refuse to bow down to a bully like you. You’re a killer, a manipulator, and I want nothing to do with the likes of you.”

Every word is a steel shard struck straight into your heart, and it’s startling how much the hate stings you. You’ve conquered countless kingdoms before, albeit not by your own choice, and you know that this is how people must view you. And yet, it hurts, to hear the venom and calculated rage pouring out of this prince’s mouth.

“I’m not those things,” you say quietly, voice echoing meekly within the large throne room.

Jeonghan scoffs, opening his mouth to retort, and you rush to carry on.

“I’m not the one in charge. I have no power, no control here. I’m—I’m as much a prisoner as you are, a prisoner to my people, to my advisors, to my court. They prod me and push me around as they please, and I can’t do anything against them without being killed. Please, I— just let me help you.”

The hate does not waver in Jeonghan’s eyes. His delicate, pale face is contorted into an expression of such loathing that it makes you shiver in fear.

“If you’re all those things,” he says venomously, “then how can you help me?”

“I can keep you alive,” you say. “I can make sure you won’t die any time soon.”

Jeonghan freezes, and then slumps. He’s sitting on the floor of your recently polished throne room, satin robes torn and charred and splattered with blood. The floor shines, and his blackened fingers curl into the stone, fingernails scraping painfully.

“I just want my parents to be alive,” he says, quietly. “I want my life back.”

His words hit too close to home, and your heart constricts. It takes you several deep breaths before you manage to compose yourself again, and you rest a hand gently on his own.

“I can’t give that to you,” you admit, “however much I want to. I… I can’t even do that for myself.”

Jeonghan looks up, and there’s a question there, amongst the flickering flames of derision and fury and sadness.

“But I can give you a life,” you say. “It won’t be your old one, but it’ll be a life all the same. If you work with me, I can… I think I can free you. Free everyone.”

Jeonghan’s brow furrows, and a sheen covers his eyes as he thinks it over. He’s tattered and underfed and probably suffering several wounds, and yet he is taking the time to think of your offer, and part of you wonders faintly if Jeonghan, before all of this had happened to him, had been someone intelligent and calculating and revered by his people.

You feel even more ill for what you've done to him. For what others have done to him in your name.

“Very well,” Jeonghan says finally, and your eyes widen. His chains clatter once again, and he holds his hand out. “Help me, and I help you.”

You smile, and take his hand, gently helping him to his feet. “I promise.” You prod at the chains on his wrists. “I'll free you. I will."

The beginnings of a smile tug at Jeonghan's lips. He tugs at the golden threads of your crown, and you let him, let him push it off, let it crash to the floor in a tinkle of expensive and heavy metal.

"How noble of you, Empress," he says, but there's a light in his eyes, devious and cunning. He's a fighter, Jeonghan is. You can tell. He grins.

"Let's burn this empire to the ground."

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scolopendreverie · 2 years

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(about the roleswap au, a loong ask incoming so im sorry lol)

ok but rime losing felix instead of felix losing rime makes the au 100x times more painful and traumatising for rime, considering that rime is a good healer (and tbh it KILLS me so much when i think about how he sacrificed himself for felix, he did it knowing full well that 1) as a healer, he’s an extremely valuable unit, because other injured people would need his help really bad, he could’ve saved so many other lives, 2) he knew that in case felix got hurt, he would’ve been able to heal him too, but he still didn’t want to see felix in pain, and he threw away all his rational thinking and his first instinct was to protect felix anyway). rime would be absolutely devastated, i mean, imagine being blessed with amazing healing powers, only to watch your lover slowly die in your arms, and despite all your attempts to save them, there’s nothing you can do?

i imagine that after the fight with the shadow lord ended, rime would probably be torn between wanting to abandon his astrolabe (because of the MASSIVE amount of guilt, feeling like he failed as a healer and he doesn’t deserve to own it anymore), and feelings of obligation that he has to keep helping people around him, given how the writing team said that rime used to be a very kind and a religious person before he died. also, considering how rime said he is the way he is in felix’ route because of the time he had spent in the “void” and how much it also hurt him, that means that in the roleswap au he isn’t as evil/bitchy lol, and i believe that he wouldn’t be obsessed with trying to bring felix back to life, thinking that maybe he is better to pray for him to rest in piece in the afterlife?

also… the most important thing. his beef with escell. think about rime bringing felix back to his home to his family, not having enough words to say it out loud that he died. escell losing his shit and yelling at the poor deer boy that it’s all his fault, and if only he would’ve left felix when escell first approached him, felix would’ve still been alive, and felix’ blood is on rime’s hands now. escell pointing out what a huge failure of a healer rime is too.

this would’ve devastate rime for the rest of his life tbh…

LITERALLY ALL OF THIS EXACTLY WHAT IM GOING FOR

And THE BIT ABOUT ABANDONING HIS ASTROLABE... AGGGHRBIEJS FOAMS AT THE MOUTJ SCREAMS CRIES

Unfortunately for the AU to work he does have to be pushed to necromancy somehow but I think I kind of know how to push him to that length? And it all boils down to Guilt. Escell blaming him, being unable to heal/save/protect Fe when thats his whole job, being the one who got Fe in the Starsworn and consequently a war in the first place, being the one who essentially turned him into a soldier, Fe's life having already been awful only to be suddenly cut short before he really got to live, like a flower picked before it had the chance to bloom, stuff like that stacked on top of each other.

Maybe he's going through Felix's things one day and sees his research and that's where he gets the idea. Necromancy was Felix's thing, he spent years of his life studying it, he defended it fiercely, hells, maybe Felix would WANT this. It may not be the most tasteful option to Rime, but this was his fault anyways, and he has to make up for it somehow, to honor Felix's passion/legacy that would otherwise amount to naught and give him that second chance he deserves. Maybe he can make it right, you know?

Rime wouldn't have to approach it like Felix either. He's a magical academic much the same, is he not? Using Felix's notes and his own research he could find his own way to do it, for the first time in years pick up his astrolabe and actually use it to make something better for once.

As for how Rime would be as a person... he would still be good boy Rime, obviously. Though now he would be more somber and withdrawn I'd imagine, PTSD is a bitch. The proudness and confidence that he once held himself with would be more or less shattered into raw guilt and misery for letting down the Starsworn, for failing Felix. He would still be kind and compassionate of course, and would go out of his way to make things better for those he can still, but tldr he's depressed and traumatized now. He would never hate Felix once he sees him in his unhinged and violent state, and would do anything he could to help mediate him and calm him down and bring him home and back to himself, though that's easier said than done. And just one more guilt to weigh the poor man down. He would take a lethal hit for mc at some point.

Unlike Felix I also don't see him isolating himself either, he'd probably get up to whatever he would've done before joining the Starsworn, noble responsibilities maybe, or academic stuff. Probably stays with his family. Poor broken boy :(.

That's my thoughts anyway

Also have some copy and pastes on some stuff I said about Felix's death in the gc (too scared to take actual screenshots lest my screen glitch on me again) vv

Listen just. Rimes death almost isn't that tragic. I feel like it's almost cathartic. Like it's just. The fact that he was forced back is infinitely more sad than him every dying in the first place. It's almost a perfectly satisfactory and fitting end for him even though it's a shame he had to go. Felix though? If it was him who died? It's just. Infinitely more cruel

It's like. Dying happy and content vs being cut down when you've only just began to stand

He was never meant to be essentially. A solider I feel. He was never supposed to see war. And it's like. I feel like the Starsworn close to him may have felt that way too. He was brilliant and despite his. Quirks. He was a sort of glue that gave them a sort of bond and lightness in an otherwise awful situation. He's not someone you'd ever imagine being snuffed out so suddenly. It feels inherently wrong somehow, thats not how it's supposed to go. He deserved it the least.... He was probably the youngest member, too. Idk how to word the specific feeling. Looks at young felix and sobs. How could anything bad ever happen to someone like you....

#rime #rime solano varela #rime varela #last legacy #roleswap au

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crankusmaximusmagnus · 3 years

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18. What did they find abroad, and what did they remember?

22. Who are their friends? Lovers? ‘Type’ or ‘ideal’ partner?

Cheeky, but how can I not answer?

18. What did they find abroad, and what did they remember? Abroad she found things much as she expected them to be, Savage lands with little technology to their name and little to boast about. Even the politics of Eorzea seemed backwards, nigh on incomprehensible to Licinia who grew up in the empire and was thus moulded by its ideals. The Eorzean alliance preached unity, yet warred with the beast tribes, demanded equity amongst its peoples and yet were happy to turn a blind eye to refugees and corruption. Even the discord within the city-states themselves baffle Licinia. In Ul'dah for example, where she was first brought by the XVIIth, she sees the daily struggle of the poor and downtrodden who have been given no safety net and received no dignity from their fellow citizens. Compared to the unwavering Unity of the Garleans to one another and the tight-knit communities she grew up surrounded by it seems barbaric to her that man is turned against man so easily and it feeds into her superiority complex. Thus far the Eorzeans have proven her right at every turn and it makes Licinia wary of them, though she maintains an air of polite distance. Expecting no sympathy or kindness and also having received none, the former Senator covers up her third eye with her hair and tries to disguise her accent. Her height is a little more difficult to explain, though there are plenty of Elezen and Highlanders in Ul'dah these days whose number she can generally hide herself amongst. The only joy her experiences abroad have brought her is that she was reunited with Vhaedrin there and discovered lassi.

Oh, and it's MUCH TOO HOT!

22. Who are their friends? Lovers? ‘Type’ or ‘ideal’ partner?

In her youth, Licinia and her cousin Vitus formed the basis of a group of wealthy young Garleans who, either through privilege, expertise or hard work, seemed destined to have a hand in the nation's future. This idealistic group of privileged young purebloods called themselves the "Audacia" and Licinia was one amongst their number of twenty. Nowadays many have succumbed to war, either one of the many campaigns abroad or the procession of civil wars that have torn their way through the country. Of those that remain there are but five; Licinia, Sibyrihl, Vitus, Aelia and Lucasta. Licinia's friends were her shelter from the cut-throat world of politics and it was on a visit to Lucasta in the former Imperial province of Werlyt that Licinia found herself separated from Vhaedrin and eventually rescued by the XVIIth legion.

When it comes to love Licinia had never been any great romantic. As a young woman from an upstanding family, she expected her Father to choose a suitable match for her as had happened to her parents and their parents before them. She'd had but a couple of lovers which she'd been discreet about as she grew into a woman, of course, but the notion of romantic love was off the table with any of her suitors. She intended to marry, be as good a wife as she could manage and then maybe if she was very lucky, love would follow as it did with her parents. If anything her type would have been "A pureblood Garlean, strong enough to make strong children for the community."

She certainly hadn't been expecting to fall for her savage, ferocious Au Ri guard with arms like tree trunks, a serious disposition and a mind as sharp as his spear.

For the longest time Licinia didn't know what was happening when she was around Vhaedrin. She passed it off as being tired, traumatised from the talks at the Ghimlyt Dark and stressed from the endless, roiling games of politics. The last thing she considered it might have been was love. Funny that she was wrong!

#petitions to the senator #licinia fae lucon #vhaedrin kha #licinia x vhaedrin

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gyrlversion · 5 years

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Albanian hitman given asylum in the UK is convicted of fifth killing

Mane Driza was convicted of his fifth killing today. He murdered his ex-flatmate in London in a row over his wedding ring after being allowed to stay in the UK by claiming he was fleeing Kosovo

An Albanian serial killer nicknamed ‘Tony Montana’ is facing life behind bars for hacking his flatmate to death with a cheese knife in a row about a missing wedding ring.

Hitman Mane Driza, 41, fled his homeland in 1997 after shooting dead father and son Elmaz and Lavdosh Kannani in their village of Bishan to settle a deadly blood feud.

He arrived in the UK the same year claiming to be a 17-year-old orphan and was given leave to remain until December 2001 as an unaccompanied minor fleeing Kosovo.

After his marriage to a Brazilian cleaner ended, Driza moved in with fellow Albanian Stefan Mone – the man he would eventually kill.

The murder was motivated by Driza’s claims Mr Mone, 23, had stolen his wedding ring from his marriage to Roselane Driza. He even told colleagues of his plans.

In June 1999, he used a pick axe handle, lock knife and cheese knife to inflict more than 120 wounds on Mr Mone in a ‘brutal and merciless’ attack.

Mr Mone’s six-month pregnant girlfriend Zoe Blay found his body the following day but could only identify him by his distinctive belt buckle.

The killer (right) and his victim, Stefan Mone, (left) had been friends but fell out over Driza’s claims Mr Mone had stolen his wedding ring

Mone was looking forward to the birth of his baby when he was brutally murdered

The last time she had seen him was at a pre-natal appointment in hospital, where they had discussed the birth of their baby.

‘The scene inside that house in Wembley was horrific,’ said prosecutor Tim Cray QC. ‘Stefan had been stabbed and beaten to death.’

The tip of a lock-knife was found embedded in the back of his skull.

Within hours of the murder, Driza was on a flight to Milan from Stansted Airport.

The row was over Driza’s wedding ring from his marriage to Brazilian cleaner Roselane

Just under six months later he was languishing in an Italian jail for blasting two other men, Maskaj Artant and Blusaj Albert, to death at a bar in Catania, Sicily.

A third man only survived when his gun jammed. Driza was jailed for 20 years by an Italian court.

When officers from Scotland Yard flew out to speak to Driza, he said he came to Britain ‘to escape from the Albanian police and also from the relatives of his victims in Albania who wanted to take their revenge on him’.

He said Mr Mone was a paid assassin and he moved in with him to gain his trust.

On the day of the killing, Driza said Mr Mone came at him with a knife and baseball bat so he hit him over the head, but had no memory of what happened next.

His lawyers claimed he could not be guilty if that first blow was the cause of Mr Mone’s death and was delivered in self-defence.

But after hearing of the number of injuries his victim had sustained, a jury took just two-and-a-half hours to convict him.

Judge Sarah Munro QC remanded him in custody ahead of sentence on 3 April.

Driza fled to Italy after the London murder, where he killed two more people, and was jailed for 20 years

Details of Driza’s marriage to Brazilian cleaner Roselane Driza, emerged during her blackmail trial at the Old Bailey in 2006.

Within months of arriving in the UK as Roselane Nonato on a tourist visa on February 6, 1998, she had met the Albanian at a London nightclub.

He told her he was Catholic like her, and had been granted refugee status after fleeing from war-torn Kosovo.

But after they married in April 1999 it emerged he was a Albanian hitman and was Muslim rather than Catholic.

They separated two months later, when Roselane discovered he had lied to her about his background.

Police said Driza settled any problem he had in life with murderous violence

Roselane Driza was cleared by a jury of blackmailing her lover, judge Mohammed Ilyas Khan, but convicted of blackmailing a female judge and stealing Khan’s homemade sex videos. The films featured both judges having sex.

Roselane, then 37, was jailed for two years and nine months in 2006. The conviction was later quashed at the High Court but she was deported.

Judge Khan, 64, died just a day after he retired in 2009.

Speaking after today’s verdict, Scotland Yard’s Detective Inspector Garry Moncrieff said: ‘Driza has proven himself to be an extremely violent individual who has no hesitation in dealing with any issue or problem he encounters in life by killing. He has freely admitted all the murders he has committed but never shown remorse.

‘Stefan, a fellow Albanian, had been his friend but there was a disagreement over a wedding ring that went missing; Driza took the theft of this ring as symbolic and an attack on his manhood.

‘Driza dealt with that disagreement in the only way he knew how, with brutal violence. He wasn’t just trying to teach Stefan a lesson that day, he went out to kill him.

‘Stefan was murdered 20 years ago. Driza was very quickly identified as the chief suspect but it has taken many years to bring him before the UK courts to face justice.

‘This case shows the determination and tenacity of the Met Police in ensuring those who commit violence are dealt with properly, no matter how long ago offences occurred.

Girlfriend who found victim’s body before she gave birth tells of pain that her son grew up without a dad

Stefan’s former girlfriend Zoe Blay said: ‘I cannot put into words or begin to explain that day I found Stefan’s body, it has traumatised me to this day, I suffer with flashbacks and nightmares. No one would want to see their loved one laying there like that.

‘I was extremely scared after that; I moved from the city I had called home my whole life to a city where I only knew two people just to feel safe.

‘I may have felt safe but it added to my depression and stress levels, not good when you are six months pregnant.

‘I so wanted Stefan there when I gave birth to our son, to be proud of me, you stole that from me.

Mr Mone’s body was discovered by his six-month pregnant girlfriend, Zoe Blay the next day, when she went to his Wembley flat

‘…Christopher our loving, kind and beautiful son grew up asking about his father from a very young age, I always told him Daddy is in heaven.

‘When Christopher was about four years old his goldfish died, we said a few words and then flushed the goldfish down the toilet so he could go to heaven.

‘A few days later I found Christopher on the bathroom floor talking to his daddy in the toilet. He thought this was where heaven was, this was truly heart-breaking to watch.

‘When Christopher was 14 years of age I told him what happened to his father, I gave him newspaper articles that I had kept. When I returned home after giving evidence, Christopher asked me how it went but no more than that.

‘I was shocked and thought he would have been more interested and wanted some questions answered but no nothing.

‘It wasn’t till later on that day when speaking to his girlfriend she told me that whenever Christopher thinks about his father and what happened to him, his heart breaks all over again, he gets palpitations and feels like he is going to be sick.

‘This is why he does not want to know the full extent of that cruel day you took his father away, the fear his father must have felt and the degree of his father’s injuries you caused.

‘Stefan’s family, yes they have a grandson but they will never see their son again. They will never see him on his wedding day, the day he would have brought his son into the world. Stefan was cruelly robbed of this and we as a family have also been robbed.’

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