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The Uisa's Daughter | Chapter 1: Her First Love

Pairing/s: Kim Taehyung X Reader (Future Jeon Jungkook X Reader and Slight Min Yoongi X Reader)

Genre: Medieval Korea AU, Mystery, Strangers to Lovers, Angst, Smut

Rating/s: 18+ Mature Themes

Word Count: 7K

Warning/s (Don't read this if you want some suspense): Age gap (6 years, reader is younger), segregation based on caste, physical and emotional abuse, some pedophilia (an older man harasses reader since she was young), love at first sight kinda?, both of them are too horny, unprotected sex, oral sex (f receiving), loss of virginity, loss of innocence, some manipulation, they both say 'I love you' too soon.

Summary: In the 1700s, the Jeon Dynasty spread all across the Korean peninsula. Happiness quadrupled with the founder Emperor's presence, or so it seemed. Secrets scattered over the palace in the capital city, Hanseong were known to none except a few.

Chapter Summary: It feels like you have met your match; for life even. But your father can never stand seeing you happy.

A/n: Hey there, don't be a silent reader, do comment under my post and spread some love.

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Father always said, "Great power comes when you attain control over your desires and cravings."

He used to say that to stop your cravings over sweets. His lesser knowledge didn't tell him, you were not of the type to gain such control. You could never gain this....this great power how much ever you wanted to.

Your reasoning was that you were simply curious but in actuality it was the deprevation that halted you. Deprived of sensation, deprived of freedom, deprived of being included, deprived of living, deprived of loving...

No one, in that city full of aristocratic, snob-heads found what some may describe as the utmost form of desire and craving.

Love; love is still hidden from the rich and noble, from the uptight and small-minded

You've always wanted to feel this so-called feeling of love. Was it just a myth made by someone with an oppressed mind like yours? Hopefully not. You didn't know what love was but it certainly wasn't what your father gave you, not what he gave your mother either.

"You must be the uisa's daughter." A slightly aged, wrinkly woman opened the sliding door to the tremulous, raw house you had just knocked upon. "Come on in, girl. My husband has been sick for the past 5 days."

Your father had work with the King so he sent your 19-year-old self on a teeth-chattering cold night to attend to one of his patients. He may not have been a good father but he was one of the greatest doctors to ever walk the streets of Hanseong.

Winds flurried across the empty farmlands in the surrounding making you rush inside the compact yet warm house.

Sacks full of what seemed like potatoes welcomed you by the doorstep followed by sacks of other vegetables. The stove was occupied by a pot of stew. The sick man and his family sold vegetables at the local market.

You realized that your father didn't want to attend to this patient because he was a Kim of the lowest caste, Cheonmin.

Your trail of sight landed upon a person, supposedly Mr. Kim, wrapped up in torn sheets. "Please take a look at him." His poor wife asked.

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"He seems to have caught cholera. It's nothing to worry about, he'll be fine in no time." You gave out your diagnose along with a few medicines from your bundle.

Mrs. Kim seemed to be panicking, "Oh dear, it seems I can't find my money." She smiled nervously. "Would it b-"

"Mother, I heard the doctor arrived." The door hastily slid open revealing a disheveled man.

It was him, the man who was going to change your life for good. The man whom you didn't know would be the reason for both of your ruination. He was nothing you'd seen before.

His forehead shiny with sweat, long hair, all messed up, probably because of him rushing over, yet he looked like the most beautiful man you had ever seen. Molded to perfection, his face was something you get framed.

His eyes were full of concern and disturbance. His lips were slightly parted and he stood there silently and your eyes met.

You could feel something between you two, as if you were two magnets attracting each other. You couldn't help but stare at him. He was so handsome that it took your breath away. You had to resist an urge to get up and reach out to him then and there, touch him and feel his skin under your fingertips.

"Taehyung, yes! Where were you?! Dear, did you take my money kept near the cupboard?" Mrs. Kim was infuriated at the man named Taehyung. "Please give the uisa 2 silver coins, I'll have a talk with you later." She scurried to him while you still stared at each other, his eyes boring holes into yours and face being almost excited to see you.

"I see, and what might be your name?" He asked you.

"Y/n." You replied, "As for the money, I don't mind providing free treatment. I basically did nothing-"

"I insist; that's all we can give you." The man standing at the doorstep walked over to where you were sitting on the ground.

"Oh, it's fine." You smiled despite the growing tension between the both of you.

Taehyung, the obscure man in front of me smiled and sat down to bow. "I promise I'll keep your favor in mind and help you." His formal words seemed unnecessary between the two of you.

"Thank you... Taehyung." He could easily say his ears were blessed.

He dropped you home that night. Awkward was the least proper word to describe you two. You couldn't help but talk naturally and freely to him. You both talked about how beautiful the night was before you arrived at your destination and you asked him to leave you a few houses before your own so as to not raise any suspicions from your family.

His moonlighten face looked mesmerizing as he looked down at you and smiled. "It was an honor meeting you, Kim Y/n." He bowed.

"Same here, Kim Taehyung." You took a step closer to him. "I hope to see you again." You wrapped your arms around his neck tightly for a quick second and let go. The urge to touch him had been running through you this entire night. Though you wanted more, this was more than enough for now. Luckily there wasn't a single soul around at this time of the night.

He stood speechless for some seconds, looking straight into your eyes, making you blush. It's not like a woman hadn't hugged him before, it was different with you for some reason.

You looked off into a different direction, "I-I know we have met just an hour ago. But I can't-" You were cut off by him encasing your waist with one of his arms. The other one held you gently by your chin.

"I know, this may be going too fast, but I fairly do not care." Saying this, his lips ghosted over yours, waiting for your permission. Not hesitant at all, you gladly accepted and closed the minute gap between your lips.

It was merely a few seconds before you two pulled away simultaneously.

"Thank you..." You whispered for some reason. It wasn't Taehyung's first time, but it was clearly the weirdest and the most memorable one.

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"Isn't that lovely? The vermins owe us a favor." He laughed as you trembled.

"Father, t-they were necessitous. I couldn't possibly ask them for mon-"

"And how would I pay for your expensive clothings, dear? For your food? For our servants?" He scoffed.

"Father..."

"No excuses!" He shouted making you flinch "You need a good whipping."

"I'm so sorry, father. It's just two silver coins." Your trembling knew no bound as you tried to back away from his resting place. You used your hands to drag yourself backwards away from your seat as he stood up with a mud tea cup in his hands.

A fairly loud crash was heard besides you and drops of hot liquid splattered across the floor as well as on you. It was his cup that he threw at you with anger.

"Just two silver coins? I see." His words held no anger, they were just words, heavy words. Words scaring you more than the cold, chilly night because you knew he could hurt you anytime.

"Father I promise, I'll do anything. Please, father." You joined your hands.

"Look at you, so desperate... I'll let you off with a warning this time. You're lucky today, no whipping for you." He spoke as if he didn't nearly kill you.

You thanked your stars, or whatever guardian angel you had for he was in a good mood.

"If you dare to disobey my rules again."

"I know..." You whispered loud enough for him to hear. Ofcourse you knew, this was not the first time.

He smiled like a saint and spread out his arms, "Now give your father a hug, honey. I love you."

Slowly and being disgusted in the sorry excuse of what's supposed to be a man, you hugged him. He was still your father. "I love you too."

He slimy hands gradually went to your head to pat you as you tried to stop your tears from falling. "You are to come with me tomorrow to King Jeon." You nodded.

You were usuals to the King's courtroom even when you were a kid. Your father was his closest advisor. However you never felt comfortable when the King wanted to meet you outside of public's eye.

Unnecessary touches, and even more unnecessary things he made you do. He insisted he loved your cooking, your treatments and meeting you in general. You were honoured indeed but felt repelled since it was a 50 year old man you were talking about.

What was this life you were living?

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"And about Y/n..." You were snapped back to reality by the mention of your name. You were deep in your own thoughts, skimming your eyes over each title of the books held by the shelves. The shelves along with their inked treasures adored the quiet room. Quiet with the only exception being the voices of King Jeon and your father.

You thought about the poor farmer's son. Would he like to read, or rather, would he know how to read the Chinese scriptures? You had no idea why he clouded your mind like so, but you certainly weren't against it.

You had never had a love interest, you never found one brave enough to even talk to you. Giving up on love, you had always assumed you'd have an arranged marriage until the man you had kissed a few days ago came into your life.

"What about her?" Your pretentious father asked.

Both of you along with King Jeon were sitting in the castle's study talking about something that you didn't even bother sparing your attention to.

You preferred being in your own thoughts rather than listening to the elders' talks about the world. They surely knew more than you, and it wasn't bothersome.

"I expect a gift from you Y/n-ssi" King Jeon stated clearly.

"A g-gift? I don't understand."

Both of the older men laughed at your naivety and King Jeon placed a hand around your shoulder which distinctly made you uncomfortable.

"You weren't listening, were you?" He asked. "What were you thinking about girl?"

You thought of the only thing that interested you here, "The books here, in the study. I've never even heard about them." Books especially related to medicine interested you. You played the part of a cliché doctor in training.

"Jeon's birthday gift, dear."

"I expect a really special dish from you in a few months." He smirked, "Cook for me."

You had no idea what the smirk signified, but it clearly didn't mean good luck to you. You smiled nervously which the King found extremely endearing, extremely enchanting. Oh, how he wished he could kill your measly father and make you his personal concubine, maybe even his Queen.

The King's first wife died around 4 years ago and ever since then, the King couldn't have been happier. He could sleep with all the women he wanted without being pointed fingers at. The kingdom's people, who thought richly of the King, supposed he was drowning himself in other women to ease the pain of his loss.

What no one, except his Chief advisor, Eunuch Kang, didn't know was his eyes were set on a much bigger and harder-to-catch fish. The metaphoric fish being you. One fine day, before the time of his Queen's death, you along with your father had come to visit him. Seeing how well you had matured through the years, he couldn't keep his eyes or hands off of you. Making you sit on his lap was just an excuse to feel you better.

People in his courtroom saw and objected after you went back home. But those who did, found their heads laying on the floor. They committed treason, hence they died; was what he told their families.

Your father however never dared to speak up. He wanted to be in people's good books more than he cared for you. This helped you more than you could think. He had a good reputation and in return, the King could not kill him without a proper reason.

Ever since that day the King has secretly tried to find reasons to execute him. Eunuch Kang who was in charge of this failed to find any such reason for more than 5 straight years.

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"Ms Y/n!" Your cook called out to you. You were headed outside the mansion lands to a place only you knew about.

"Yes, Mr. Jung?" You smiled. You knew such formalities were only for others' eyes.

Jung Hoseok, a young yet talented cook, had been with you since you were born. He worked meticulously from his childhood.

Being around a decade older than you, he was given the responsibility to look after you as well as head the staff of Kim household. He was appointed by your father's friend, the King.

"Are you headed out?" He asked and you nodded cheekily.

"I'm going to that placeee."

He showed clear distaste towards your act of cuteness even though he possibly found it adorable. "Find yourself some use. Go and bring some vegetables for the kitchen. You are to cook for the king remember?"

"But I don't want to..." You pouted, "The King should have better cooks than me, I am no one compared to them."

"It's what the King decides, not you. Now go."

"Hoseok-ssi."

"What is it?"

"I don't like the King." His face contorted into a disappointed look. He looked around to make sure no one heard you and was glad no one did.

"Y/n, you are a grown woman, stop jesting around."

"I'm serious, Hoseok-ssi. The King seems far too friendly for my liking."

"Aish- Shut up, Y/n. I will not hear of it. King Jeon is a very kind man and he has saved us from many external and internal forces. I will not hear anything against him." He said, "Neither will anyone else, so make sure you don't tell this to anyone."

You nodded, poking your tongue out, still not changing your thinking about him. He turned around to leave after shaking his head.

"Hobi is mean." You muttered.

"I heard that, kid!"

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"I'm not sure if I have anything special." The vegetable seller smiled nervously. "You can take back some eggplants for the special meal but I'm not sure where you might find them."

This was the first time you heard about them. Being an educated person, it hurt your ego and now you were determined to find them.

"It's alright, sir. I'll search for them." You smiled and headed deeper into the market. The crowd grew denser and the shops became more heavily loaded. Asking every vendor about these 'eggplants'.

"Take a right after about 20 steps, dear." An old female vendor advised. And you followed.

The shop was revealed to be of the Cheonmin Kim's, the one you had treated a few days ago. How will they, out of all people have such an advanced (it's new to her) vegetable?

You gulped, it was the son, Taehyung chewing away at some dried sea weed, and his healthy father talking to another seller nearby. Their shop looked as if it hadn't been visited by anyone all morning, the vegetables still fresh in their places, the man fooling around on his seat.

You slowly walked over, Taehyung still being oblivious to your presence until you cleared your throat. Before seeing who it was and stumbling to stand up straight, he almost looked uninterested. He dropped a few tomatoes by such shuffling.

He held a bright smile on his face and bowed almost hitting his head on the table full of produce. You followed suit giggling at his display of clumsiness.

Still bright as ever and still as handsome as the first day you saw him, he greeted, "H-Hello, how are you holding up, Ms. Kim?" He shook his head and corrected himself, "Sorry, Y/n."

"I am doing just fine, Taehyung-ssi." You turned your head towards his father, "I see your old man is doing good."

He nodded, "All thanks to you. I still have that favor to return."

It was unshrouded, the chemistry between you two was almost visible to the naked eye. Was it just an attraction that you had towards this perfect example of a man or was it something else? You'll admit it, it was the second time you barely met him, and you want more of him, so much more.

You both stared at each other for a good minute before you spoke, "I-uh- wanted some vegetables." You even forgot the name of the exquisite one, the seller had told you about.

"Sure, anything you want." He gestured his hands over the produce lying on the cart table.

"Eggplant I suppose?" You asked innocently. "I wanted an eggplant, a big one."

Taehyung was sure your virgin words didn't insinuate something else. He looked around his stall and said, "Y/n, I don't believe I have any eggplants here. We'll have to go back to my house to look for some. Would you mind?"

You didn't have any patients to look after today neither did anyone care where you went during the day, plus you get to spend time with Taehyung, you don't see a downside to this. So you agree.

As soon as you do, the cheerful man in front of you took your hand and lead you across the puzzled roads of the market.

"Taehyung-ssi! Don't hold my hand like that!" You exclaimed as he dragged you with him. The people looked at the young couple as if they might pop out fangs anytime.

"People are just looking, they won't do anything. Trust me." and you did for no apparent reason. You trusted him with everything you had. But a part of you called out and asked you how he knew all this, how he was so confident when he kissed you. Had he done this before?

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"I thought your mother would be home." You enquired as you looked at the 25 year old trying to close the heavy wooden door after you asked him to. He barely had any neighbors but the ones he had, you didn't want them snooping around in your business.

"She's at the farm." He replied brightly. There was this thing about him, he looked so stern when he didn't talk to you but when he did, he was the most fun person you had ever seen.

As soon as he closed the door, he hugged you and you dropped your little bag of groceries at his actions. "I've missed you." Yes, you did too.

"Why?" You asked even though you knew better than anyone else. He had kissed you, an act hardly performed by actual lovers. There was no way to get him out of your mind after that.

If anyone knew you had did something of sorts you'd be ridiculed for your entire lifetime. But you didn't regret it at all.

"Maybe because I have never seen someone as beautiful as you." Softly touching your face like you were a raw sculpture, "And I think my mind is heading to a sinful place with you and there's no stop in sight."

You smiled softly, "We don't even know each other..."

"But you trust me right?" He whispered.

"Unfortunately, I do." Making you both laugh softly.

"Let me court you then." He said biting his lip, indicating his nervousness.

What was this man talking about? A woman of your status and a man of his caste shouldn't even mingle with each other, let alone do what you two did that night.

Your father, the public, the Emperor would all prefer you both dead over that happening.

However, Taehyung didn't care. He hated the caste system. 'Only the insecure and afraid would make such a thing up.' He often said.

You wanted Taehyung to love you, you wanted him to know how much you craved for someone, him to be precise, to come into your life and destroy you completely with their love.

You were thinking clearly when you said, "I would love that."

To say Taehyung was happy, would be an understatement. He wanted you; call it lust, call it desire, but it was a form of his love.

"Then you wouldn't mind if I did this..." He said before swiftly untying the front of your hanbok making you gasp and pull out of his embrace.

"What are you doing?" You scrambled trying to re-tie the knot.

"I thought you said you trust me." He smirked, pushing the outer layer of coat off of your shoulders before you could react.

"Taehyung!"

"You trust me right? Let me help you." His words struck you. Help you? How?

"Help me with what?" You stand still as he pulls you out of the coat and discards it onto the ground.

"I know what it's like being a 19 year old. Heck, I still know what it feels like. Being so alone, everyone hates you, you hate everyone. I know how you crave love. Let me give it to you."

How could he possibly know? "I don't wish for love." You state.

"Tsk, you can lie all you want, but I can see it written boldly in your eyes, those beautiful eyes."

You could say no and put a stop to his madness. But the look he gave you, that look that made you want to let loose and give in to his madness. He clearly wanted your body and this was his way of getting it, but how could you possibly deny it when you wanted the same at some point.

You gulped, "If I agree to whatever you're doing? Will you promise no one, not even your parents or your friends, find out?"

You weren't afraid of giving him anything, you were only afraid of what your father might do if he found out. He would beat you, whip you for sure but he would hire men to kill Taehyung.

"It's sex, so call it that, baby. And I am willing to promise the world to you if you just say yes."

"Taehyung, I don't care what happens to me, but I would rather be dead than have anything happen to you."

"Take risks, live a little uisa-nim."

You never took risks. When your father let you out of the house, you never lost your track, always going the way he asked you to go. You never dared to look at a man how much ever you wanted to.

Taehyung though, lured you in. He was a mere Cheonmin but yet he had more life than an upper class man. He had more potential, more everything.

At this moment, you couldn't help but agree. You would never do this if it were anyone else, but it was Taehyung, the man who kissed you on the first day you met.

"My body is what you want, and my body is what you shall get." You take a deep breath and pull him by his hanbok before he could reply and plant a kiss on his lips.

Taehyung wasn't the one to stop kissing your soft lips and correct you that he, in fact didn't wish for your body. He wished for your love, he wished that you craved him the same way he craved you.

You clearly had no experience nor had you ever seen how to kiss someone properly so you didn't move at all expecting this was all you needed to do to kiss.

This turned him on however. Having to teach you everything and molding you into whatever he pleased from a girl.

He pulled back, "That's not how you do it." He let out an arrogant chuckle. "Just go with your instincts and fight with my lips, devour them."

Saying that he placed his lips on yours once again this time meeting with a much warmer welcome from your mouth.

"You're a- fast learner-" He said between the kisses.

It was when he brought in his tongue, you were surprised. However you decided to fight with yours as well.

Your hands entangled into his long hair. He tapped your thigh and signalled you to jump. You trusted him and did as he asked and clinged onto him for dear life.

Oh, how you yearned for more. Conflicting your tongues wasn't enough, you needed his entire body.

Both of you were moaning, Taehyung's deep voice getting you wetter by the second.

Taehyung couldn't possibly get harder than how he was now. He tasted every last inch of your mouth while moving both of your intertwined selves to a room.

Breaking the kiss, he said, "Let me place a blanket here, it's going to get messy. Wouldn't want the floor to get all dirtied up by you." That made you blush more than any suitor ever had.

He gently let you down and arranged the blanket. Adjusting it's corners, he patted on it for you to lay.

"I'm scared." You finally said as he was removing his clothings.

Pausing slightly, he smiled, "You don't have to do this. I won't be upset."

"I'm scared but I want this. I want you."

"Are you sure about that, princess?" He pulled down his pants revealing a very hard dick, almost slapping onto his abdomen.

"Th-that's..." Big, was the right word for it.

Now, you were a doctor in training and you knew how sex worked and how certain body parts looked like. But you had never in your years of study seen or imagined a penis so big.

"Do you not like it?" He mocked wiggling it around a bit making you snicker.

"No, it's just- it's big..." He was almost estatic at your words.

Taehyung was completely naked at this point while you still had your undergarments on. He helped you remove the one surrounding your breasts.

Your boobs fell into his hands with a bounce. It was like he malfunctioned, staring at them for a quick minute before licking his lips and diving in.

You had never felt this before. Your fingers found their way into his hair once again.

"You're so fucking perfect." He said licking one of your nipples and softly biting onto it.

"T-Tae..." You practically shed tears at the feeling.

He moved between your neck and your breasts, kissing and marking up wherever he felt like it. It was a vice, you were a vice to him.

It felt so good, however you needed friction somewhere else as well.

You started rubbing your legs together and it didn't go unnoticed by him.

"Mmm, I know baby, you need me there?"

You replied with a shaky yes.

Leaving your boobs, his hand travelled downwards and into your lower undergarment.

As soon as his cold, long fingers pressed onto your clit, you let out a high pitched moan.

"Have you ever touched yourself?" He asked.

"I've tried it sometimes but never finished." You said weakly.

Taehyung was beyond the limit of hardness at the moment. He had no idea he would be so turned on by a girl so inexperienced. The things he would do to you in the future were boundless.

His hand worked on your clit while his mouth worked on your boobs. You were a moaning mess at this point. Taehyung gave you what you wanted and more.

He licked a long strip from your chest to your lips, kissing you with utmost passion. You were so addictive, all he wanted was to taste every single part of you.

He finally discarded your lower undergarment.

Dragging his fingers from your clit to your core, he slowly entered one finger. You let out a loud whimper.

"It's so tight, baby. How am I going to fit in there? I can't even fit my fingers." He showed fake concern.

You didn't even care at this point, you wanted him deeper in you.

He added another finger that stretched you out. Trying his best to loosen you up for his big dick, he started a scissoring motion with his fingers.

You tried your best to hold back your moans but his fingers felt so good, you're sure the neighbours heard you. He didn't care, it only added to his ego.

He shuffled down and dragged his lips along your body, down your clit all the way to your core. He wanted, needed to taste you so bad, he couldn't resist anymore.

He licked the slick dripping down your thighs because he didn't want any to go to waste.

He was extremely skillful with his tongue, delving expertly within your folds, bringing you near to the edge as soon as he begun. Holding your hips down, he continued.

"Tae, I think- I'm coming"

"Come on, you can do it." Taehyung could hardly believe he was the one to experience your first orgasm.

His hands reached up to twist and fondle your boobs.

Seeing his head of hair digging into your cunt for a taste had you coming in just seconds.

He licked every last drop of your wetness. When he finished, his head popped up with a smug look on his face.

"You have no idea how heavenly you taste." He said locking lips with you once again making you taste yourself. You did taste nice.

"I want to make you feel good too." You said.

"Not today" He said dragging his tip across your folds. "Today I wish to be directly inside you."

His little action made your cunt gush with juices.

"Are you scared, baby?"

"Yeah, but go ahead."

"This is going to hurt a lot. But you'll take it right? For me?" You nod as he leaned down and placed his lips on your forehead. A very intimate gesture that had you falling for him right in the moment.

Now you were very scared. Did you fall for a man you met a few days ago? Not to mention you're in a very vulnerable position with him as well.

Your innocent mind didn't know any better. What you thought was love, was just mere attraction at the moment which turned to love eventually.

"Tae- fuck" He pushed his tip inside.

"Are you okay?"

"Just go- slow" you squirmed.

He pulled out and pushed in once again this time going halfway in.

"It hurts..." You started sheding tears. Taehyung hated seeing you like this. Ofcourse he would have loved to see you cry, but from pleasure.

"We can sto-"

"You can go deeper now..."

He did as you said and bottomed out. Taehyung blamed his stupidly huge dick for making you cry.

He wiped your tears and placed his forehead against yours.

"You can tell me when to move, I'll be still until you tell me to."

It took you at least a minute or two to adjust and accommodate his length. The man on top of you aided by kissing you deeply through every second of it. You began to move the slightest bit on your own making Taehyung hiss.

"Shall I?" He was still patient, waiting for you to utter the words.

"Please, move." You let out.

Taehyung finally let go of the breath he didn't know he was retaining. He had to remind himself multiple times that he was your first, it pained you.

'Not yet.' He said to himself, referring to the fact that he couldn't fuck you as roughly as a pleased.

His thrusts were unhurried yet firm. So firm that it made your back arch at how deep his cock went.

You couldn't help but moan, in fact that was all you could do. Pleasure overtook your senses and you were at Taehyung's mercy.

He intertwined his fingers with yours on either side of your head, "So good for me, so tight."

"Faster!"

"Yeah? Want me to go faster? Such a little slut."

You were surprised at what you heard. You wanted to defend yourself, you were far from a slut and you were sure Taehyung knew that. Oh, but it turned you on so good. Him degrading you like that, him making you feel humiliated.

Taehyung must have sensed the effect it had on you, how could he not? You moaned the loudest when he said that.

"So wet, baby. I bet all the guys would love your little pussy, wouldn't they?"

"Want- only you." You somehow vocalised.

He loved it so much, the effect he had on you.

"Need to train you to become my personal sleeve, am I right?"

"Fuck, I can't-" You knew this feeling, you were coming.

He picked up the pace, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly. The scene itself was too explicit. Had anyone seen it, it would have been too entralling.

"Come on." He punctuated his words with his thrusts.

You let out a moan of his name and reached your high.

Taehyung's pace stuttered, an indication of him reaching his high as well. He realised, much to his dismay, he couldn't cum inside of you. He halted to pull out.

"No! You can let go inside of me."

"But, you'll-"

"I am a doctor in training, I have some herbs that can work." You smirked.

He chuckled, "Someone's being a little too smart."

He resumed his thrusts. After a few of them, he came. The feeling was really euphoric. Having the one you had feelings for, let his semen coat your insides.

He pulled out and laid beside you. Both of you faced each other; low on energy but high on love.

Taehyung lifted his hand up, tracing the apple of your cheek ever so slightly making you smile.

He spoke first, "That was..."

"I know, I don't have words for it either."

"Can I tell you something crazy?" He asked pulling you to lay on top of him.

"Ofcourse, what is it?"

"I think I am madly in love with you."

You looked into his eyes, slightly glossy from the overwhelming feelings he had for you.

"What do you mean?" You ask in almost a whisper.

"I know it's been just a few days, but I feel like I have known you for years. Like, your favourite colour is probably blue."

You giggle, "It's not, but go on."

"Then I want to know you better, Kim Y/N. What do you say?"

"Thank you for making me feel, Kim Taehyung." You bury your face into his chest. "This is the first time anyone has had feelings for me, let alone loved me. I never had feelings either, but you are something else."

You look up at him, "I think I'm in love with you too."

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

He had become your only beacon of hope. Your only little support while you were drowning. What happens when a human is given that? He clings onto it as fast as he can, as tightly as he can.

It had been 5 months since you first met Taehyung. 5 months full of exploring and adventures. It would be proper to say that you never would have guessed you got this close to someone.

You'd spend hours on end with him, until it was finally time to go home before the sunset.

You had introduced him to your special spot. A small, secluded clearing in a forest beside a lake. You had stumbled upon it when you were barely a teenager. No one except Hoseok and now Taehyung knew about it.

"What are you thinking about?" The man whose arms engulfed you asked.

Taehyung was leaning against a tree while you sat between his legs leaned against his chest.

"About the day when the Emperor was practically fuming when I said I couldn't prepare a dish for him on his birthday."

Taehyung twirled a strand of your hair with his index finger and laughed, "I wish I were there to see it."

"I hate him so, so much."

"Yeah, I hope to punch him in the face someday for what he did to you all these years."

"I love you..." You cozied yourself deeper into his arms.

"Love you too."

The talks from the noble and humble alike were spreading. No one fancied the way you, an unmarried aristocrat girl, spent time with a Cheonmin. Certainly, they couldn't see what you did behind closed doors, but you found yourself afraid of what they might do if they did.

Taehyung didn't care and asked you to do so as well. But how could you? When your father continued to beat the life out of you, even more so now that the talks flew around.

You couldn't mention it to your lover because it would have very obvious yet perilous consequences. So you had to feign that everything was alright.

That is why, whenever he asked you where you got a certain bruise from, you would reply with a simple, 'Oh, this? I fell.' or any other falsified answer you could think of.

Every day Taehyung walked you home, or sometimes even carried you just to the edge of the forest. And you were once again back to your oppressive household without anyone to share your sorrows with.

But this day was different. He walked with you till you were a few houses away from your own, you parted ways and you walked back alone to your house, or rather, you thought you'd be alone.

A voice came from behind you, "Good evening, young lady." You almost jumped at how close the man was to your ear and how you didn't hear him coming to this proximity.

The man in question looked much older than you, almost as old as Hoseok. This person was certainly here to bother you and you definitely weren't down for it.

You let out a nervous laughter, "Oh, good evening." And walked forward without sparing him a second glance.

"Don't be so rude now, I am here to speak with you." He caught up to your hurried pace.

"I am sorry but I don't suppose I would be of any use to you." A myriad of questions arose in your mind. Who was he? Was he here to have his way with you? You had heard from Taehyung, what men possibly thought of you; and it certainly wasn't pure.

"Ah, see that's where you are wrong." He said in a false vile tone, "You are very useful to me."

You turned around completely appalled, "That is no way to talk to someone, a lady in particular. I could be of use to you after you have spoken with my father."

"Who is the lady here? I see a girl, no, a kitten."

Not having much time to spare, as your father would quite literally kill you for being outside after dark, you said, "Sir, I am no kitten, but I am not one to argue with you. Good day." Saying this hopefully deterred him enough to not pursue you anymore.

And it did work, he didn't follow you after that, or rather, again, you thought he wouldn't follow you.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

"How was your day, father?" You asked setting his footwear aside and welcoming him.

"Well, the funniest thing happened today. A master brought in his slave for treatment." He laughed. Ofcourse, he wouldn't give his services to anyone lower than the nobles and the occasional palace workers.

Your mother reciprocated his laughter with her own, "You should have told your assistant to not let them in." The two of them joked further while the kitchen staff served them dinner. You sat down on the floor beside your father fidgeting and looking down at your fingers on your lap.

It annoyed you, like something that constantly pricked you deep within. It was the way not just your parents, but the majority of people spoke about the lower and less fortunate.

"Isn't it funny, my daughter? Why are you not laughing?" He asked. You had been over this before. You would ask him not to speak about the lower castes this way and in return he would starve you for the night.

"It's just that..."

"What is it?" He asked in a stern voice. "Speak up!"

"I-I don't like your words. I don't like the way you talk about them." You shut your eyes fully expecting a smack right across your face.

But it never came. Neither did your father's anger.

Instead he laughed.

"Is that so? My dear, do you know what that slave said to me?" He asked. You were stunned and confused to say anything.

"He said, 'You don't mind your daughter sleeping with that Kim boy, but you refuse to treat me?'"

You began to grow even more confused as you looked at the servants setting up another plate of food on a small table similar to yours and your parents'.

"You know Jeon called me to his palace today. He has heard the rumours as well."

A man with cold feline eyes and his forehead covered with his messy yet well-maintained bangs walked into the room. He held a scowl on his face as he sat down at the table in front of yours.

Your eyes widened. It was the same person who had bothered you earlier that day.

"Father, what's going on?" You asked partially getting up from your little table.

But your father simply completed his previous statement, "So, he sent his finest to keep an eye on you."

"What do you mean?"

"Meet Min Yoongi."

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Yes, moobell, yes I can <3

You’re not him.

Summary: Evangeline begins to hear gossip around Wolf Hall of what is expected of her when Apollo wakes up to resume their wedding night. Anxious to not make a mistake, she seeks help in a field she’s not particularly skilled in…

Warnings: ALL CHARACTERS ARE OF AGE AND CONSENTING. Evangeline is rather innocent in this, as I imagine she comes from a rather pure culture, loss of v-card, MINORS DNI, unprotected. I don’t know what else should go here so plz let me know if you find something! This is my first time writing this so… I’m learning:)

I will edit when I read through it

“I wonder how she feels about how quickly he dropped into a coma…” the maid whispered from the hall. Evangeline halted in her travel down the corridor, wondering if she should make herself known.

“Me as well,” it sounded like one of the kitchen servants, “and right before their wedding night, they didn’t even get to… enjoy.”

There was a giggle from both parties, Evangeline’s breath halted in her chest. Were they really about to talk about her love life so openly?

“I wonder if it’ll resume when he wakes up?”

Would it?

“Oh most certainly,” the servant confirmed, “the princes have always been known to be very expectant after marriage.”

More giggles. Evangeline couldn’t breath.

She had never done any of what they were referring to, wasn’t even entirely sure how it worked. Obviously in school her and her friends would giggle when they found out what went where. But she never understood much of the appeal, and purity was always lectured to her by her stepmother.

The maids voice dropped to a whisper, “but how expecting will he be of her?”

Evangeline cringed, would they please stop giggling!?

“Oh very, it’s all the kitchen is talking about. The princes like their woman to be experienced, less for them to deal with—“

Evangeline chose this point to turn down the corridor, interrupting the conversation with an innocent look on her face. She came upon the two young women, both with their hair pulled into tight buns atop their heads. She turned her lips up into an unknowing smile as the girls gawked in shame.

“Your majesty!”

“We were just—“

She held up a hand, “I was simply passing through on my way to have a private dinner. I did not hear any of whatever you believe you have the time to gossip about.”

She hated being rude, or even formal with the castle workers. She treated her personal maids as friends, and thanked the staff any chance she got. But she couldn’t help the bite that entered her voice, feeling like their conversation had been an invasion of privacy. It was no one’s business what her sexual whereabouts were, besides her and her partner.

Not that she had a partner, ever.

She brushed past the girls without another glance, feeling their eyes on her until she turned into the dinning room. The hall was almost empty, since it was so late. The public dinner having happened hours before, but Evangeline opted for a private dinner.

So no one occupied the space, save a head of golden hair.

She stared at the back of his head, contemplating. Should she take the seat across from him, or opt for a seat further down the table and act like he didn’t exist?

She had gotten quite used to him the past few months, but that’s not to say they were friends by any means. He did poison her husband after all. Yet, out of every noble and servant she had to tolerate every day, his company was the least unpleasant.

She fiddled with her hands, unsure when the deep, half-hearted voice spoke.

“Well?”

He made no move to turn to her, simply lifting his fork to his mouth once more. As if he hadn’t spoken in the first place.

The question didn’t halt her hesitation, though, and he must have sensed that. He turned halfway toward her, motioning to the seat across from him. Evangeline let out a breath she didn’t know she was keeping, forcing her feet to carry her to where he sat.

She took her seat, adjusting her evening gown accordingly, and waited until a plate was placed in front of her. Potatoes, green beans, and a side salad. Tonight was nothing special.

She shifted nervously, truth be told, she couldn’t shake her head of what she came across in the corridor. She knew it was something she’d have to confront at some point in her life, most likely in this marriage. But with everything going on the past year, it definitely wasn’t in the forefront of her concerns.

Until now.

She cleared her throat, bringing Jacks eyes up to meet hers. She wanted to distract herself, and he was usually good for that: “So, what have you been up to today?”

The fate sat down his fork, shifting to lay his elbows on the table. She cringed at the memory of her stepmother swatting her arm when she would do that. “I must admit, not much. I haven’t had to travel today or make any trades.”

Evangeline inwardly cursed. She had been hoping he’d have some crazy tale to tell her. For what it was worth, Jacks was excellent at getting her wrapped up in a story, holding on for the ending. They always ended the same way. Jacks always came out on top.

She nodded politely, not showing her disappointment. Still, she thought she’d tug at loose ends, “Nothing particularly interesting?”

Remarkably, after a moment, Jacks seemed to lighten up at this. Evangelines heart leapt at the opportunity. “Actually, there’s been quite the fuss around Wolf Hall. All the maids and servants are gossiping more than usual.”

Her fork hit the plate with a gasp from her mouth, if her heart just leapt it wasn’t beating anymore. But she was certainly breathing faster.

“What have you heard?” She demanded.

When he didn’t respond immediately, she repeated herself. But he simply rested his head in his hands, taking a moment to study her with a tilted smirk. He no doubt saw the shaking of her fingers, the bruises on her lips from where she bit too hard, and the desperation in her blue eyes. He leaned forward, she leaned back.

“Just that everyone’s excited for the coronation, Little Fox. The women cannot wait to see what dress you’ll pick out.” He said, his smile innocent, but his eyes still roved over her with suspicion.

Oh, of course. She took a deep breath. Her coronation was less than a month away, and the castle has been humming with preparations. It was part of the reason she chose to dine alone. She was bombarded with questions all day long, about streamers and flowers and entrees and lighting, she just needed some space.

“However,” the prince drawled, “I would love to know what you’ve apparently been hearing.”

Evangeline gawked at him. She had never talked about such risqué topics with anyone, most certainly not a male. She wasn’t even sure it was socially acceptable.

“Oh,” she tried to laugh it off, “nothing at all, I just get startled when there’s new gossip. You never know what could happen next!” She threw her hands up in a shrug, but she could see he was not buying it.

He hummed, shifting his plate aside and giving her his full attention, “So it’s personal?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She feigned calm.

“Mhmm, were the servants whispering something about you, Princess Evangeline?” He relaxed back in his seat. It was a common dining chair, but he made it look like a throne.

Evangeline opened her mouth, but quickly closed it. She wasn’t sure what to say, if she even were allowed to.

She settled for: “It was entirely inappropriate, nothing that should be repeated.”

But that must have been the wrong thing to say, as she watched his blue eyes glow brighter. His hun sounded more like a moan, and Evangeline wasn’t entirely sure what it did to her. He seemed to contemplate his thoughts for a moment, as if putting together the information she’s given him.

“Was it, perhaps, about you and… Apollo?”

Her food seemed to catch in her throat at that, throwing her into a coughing fit. “Jacks, it’s none of your business.”

“Neither was it their’s, yet they wanted to discuss it behind your back. Perhaps if you tell me, I can offer comfort.” He spoke the words calmly this time, without a hint of amusement or mockery.

But Evangeline wanted to laugh so hard at the idea of him comforting her, that she actually stopped coughing so she could look up at him.

She stilled when she saw how serious he looked. Genuinely, she thought he wanted to help. He sat straight yet looked relaxed, and his face rested in a position that screamed he was otherworldly. It made her second guess herself. If she were to discuss it with anyone, who else besides the person she’d been in close proximity with for so long? It’s not like she could discuss it with Marisol or her stepmother. Obviously not her husband.

She pushed her food out of the way as well. “I was walking in the hall when I heard a maid and kitchen servant talking about how I must feel about Apollo’s “coma.” I didn’t think anything of it until the conversation took a turn…”

She trailed off to catch her breath, fear crawling up her throat at what he might think. Usually she could take his mockery, but right now she was too on edge.

“They began…discussing… my husband and I’s activities on our wedding night.”

She hoped that would be enough for him to understand, and it seemed like he did, but he didn’t seem to process her stress. “And?” He asked, eyes roving over her.

“They said… princes can be particularly…expecting of their wives.” She began to fiddle with her skirt, not wanting to meet his eyes.

She sensed him shift uncomfortably, “Evangeline.”

She made herself meet his eyes. They were piercing, determined.

“You never have to do anything that you do not want.”

Oh.

She opened her mouth to clear up the miscommunication, but he was already talking.

“Little Fox, if the prince were to ever force you into anything, I would be right down the hall.” He was gripping the edge of his seat now, and she was scrambling to clear her mistake. “He wouldn’t get any—“

“No, no no no.” She threw her hands up. He looked startled for once, and she gave them both a moment to breath before continuing. “I mean, they would expect me to be experienced.”

His brows furrowed at that, similarly to when she first started explaining. He didn’t fully understand. “I don’t see how that creates an issue…”

Evangeline felt as if her throat was suddenly closing. She didn’t know how to admit she had never done anything with anyone, no matter how common it was for women to be required to “save” themselves. She felt foolish talking about a topic she didn’t have a firm grasp on.

Instead, she placed her napkin on the table. “Um, never mind, I think I’ll turn in for the night.”

But just as she stood, so did he. When she met his eyes, she saw understanding dawn as he must’ve seen the anxious look in hers.

“Oh…” he whispered, taking a moment to find himself before plastering a smirk on her porcelain skin, “well that’s an easy remedy.”

She stopped stepping away from the table, “Excuse me?”

“It is.” Jacks shrugged, “there’s plenty of young men in the village who would drop to their knees for a princess. Literally.” His smirk was insufferable, and Evangeline didn’t even know what to say.

So she settled, “Goodnight, Jacks.” And stormed down the hall to her room.

Evangeline slammed her door hard, hoping he could hear how much he irritated her at times. How was that supposed to be comforting? He simply dismissed her dilemma by telling her to find some random bloke in a tavern to fuck. Evangeline didn’t want that.

Evangeline wanted someone she knew, preferably a husband. But obviously that wasn’t an option. She wanted to at least be attracted to the male of her choosing.

Jacks served a good point in regard to fixing her issue physically, but not emotionally. Yes, she would need to fuck someone to actually get rid of her virginity. But she couldn’t just find someone she wanted to do that with that easily!

She needed someone she knew, someone she was around quite a bit, someone who would know what he was doing. Most importantly, someone who would understand it’s a one time thing.

She groaned, why was she even considering this?

Especially when only one name fit the list she created in her head. And it was someone she couldn’t even kiss.

She groaned, “Of course,” before frustratingly unlacing her dress and leaving herself in only her white slip. She kicked off her heels and threw herself into her bed, letting out another groan into a pillow.

She hated getting worked up over a stupid male standard just because Apollo wouldn’t want to deal with whatever her virginity entailed. It really wasn’t her problem if he was grossed out. Maybe he shouldn’t be partaking in the activity then.

But still, she had so many issues lately, she didn’t want another to complicate anything. So, if this was one she could fix, she'd fix it.

But that meant a very awkward conversation.

She wanted to scream, but instead she stuffed a pillow in her own face and forced herself to find sleep.

In the morning she stared in the mirror with a different plan in mind.

She didn't know what she had been thinking, asking such a thing of Jacks. There was absolutely no way he'd agree to bed her, and he would probably mock her for believing he'd find her enjoyable in the first place. It was absolutely off the table. Not happening.

So instead, she wore a thin blue dress so light it would blend in with the snow outside. It hugged her waist and dropped to the floor smoothly, accompanied by a slightly darker blue corset with frilly white lace on the rim. The light colors complimented her hair in an attention-grabbing way.

She'd need to grab a lot of attention if she were going to openly walk up to a stranger in the marketplace and shamelessly flirt with him.

She rested her hands on the counter and sighed, how was she to do this? Obviously, she was willing to go through with it, she knew when she turned 18 it would happen sometime in her future.

But what if someone recognized her and she was shamed for finding another while her husband was in a coma. She'd be called selfish for her selfless acts. But it was just what she had to do.

She stood straight and took in her upper half. The corset was flattering, but she found herself scooping her hands into each cup and pulling her breasts up higher. Perhaps more skin would be more enticing.

Without another thought, she turned out of her adjoined bathroom and into her room. She grabbed a dark blue cloak out of her wardrobe and tied it around her shoulders. She was doing this, and she would not think of backing out anymore. She wanted to do this.

Stepping into the hallway, she rushed down the stairs and into the sitting room. Nobles laid about on armchairs and blankets with pillows strewn about the room. Servants flitted about, and Evangeline quickly waved one over.

A young man scrambled in front of her, and she offered a warm smile. "Send word for a carriage, will you please?"

The young boy bowed, clearly happy to get away from all the rich faces in the room: "Certainly, your majesty."

It was as she watched him leave that Evangeline felt eyes on her. It was often people gawked, given she was now a princess when months before she was a peasant. But these eyes were suspicious and, as she scanned the room, most weren't focused on her face or unusual hair. Most were focused on regions below her neck.

All except a pair of blazing blue eyes from an armchair. They were burning with anger as their owner lifted himself from his seat and strode towards her with calculated steps. She wanted to step back, confused by the expression on his face.

When he finally reached her, his hand lifted as if he was going to grab her arm and pull her out of the room, but he remembered they had an audience. Instead, he cleared his throat, offering a hand.

“Your majesty, may I have a word?” His tone was polite, and it certainly didn’t match his eyes.

Evangeline stared at his waiting hand. If she said no, he’d probably cause a scene by dragging her out of the room anyways. But if she said yes, what did he even want to speak about? She couldn’t think of anything she’d done to anger him.

Perhaps another noble had brought something to his attention.

She smiled, “Of course, Lord Jacks.” But she didn’t take his hand. Instead, she led him out of the room and into a more private corridor.

This is when he decided it was appropriate to grab her forearm and aggressively pull her into an empty closet. He sighed as he closed the door and stood between her and the exit, his eyes running down her dress and taking in her curled hair.

Her huff of annoyance finally brought his eyes back to hers, “Can you please explain to me the reason for pulling me into a broom closet this early in the morning?!”

He crossed his arms and gave a pointed look to her bodice, “Where are you going dressed like that?” He demanded.

Her brows lifted, absolutely shocked, “Into the village to look for a willing partner, like you suggested might I add.” She put simply, it wasn’t like it was a secret.

His jaw looked like it might fall from his perfect face, “You’re not serious.”

“I absolutely am!” She crossed her arms as well, noticing how it brought his attention to her corset. His eyes could not get enough of her, it seemed, and it made her think back to her thoughts from last night.

But if there was no way he’d want her, then what was his issue?

“No.”

She scoffed, “Excuse me, Lord Jacks, but I don’t recall you having the ability to give orders. Especially over my decisions.”

She went to shove past him, sure her carriage was waiting at the front gates. But when she reached for the door, his hand closed around her wrist.

She gasped as she was spun around and her back slammed against the door. His solid chest was suddenly on her, his weight caging her in. The thrill it sent to her core was foolish, and she wasn’t sure she had ever felt such a thing.

“You will not,” he put so much bite behind his words she almost wanted to listen, “bed a stranger just because your little prince can’t handle a little blood.”

She was inclined to think he cared, and in a burst of confidence, wanted to test her theory.

“Why? Why does the thought of me allowing someone to touch me bother you?” She demanded.

“It doesn’t!” He slammed his palms on either side of her head.

“Then let. Me. Go. I’m losing daylight and I need to find a willing man!” She pushed against his chest, wanting to turn and leave the prince of hearts to sulk.

“But you’re not willing!”

“Yes I am!”

“You can’t be willing with a stranger!“

The outburst had her taken aback, confused by what he might mean. She let out a humorless laugh, “And tell me, who in this castle would willingly bed the princess who’s husband could have whoever she chooses killed?!”

Silence settled between them at that, and she watched his eyes shift between hers as he thought about another approach.

He seemed to take a deep breath before he started, “Do you know the first thing about what you’re planning to do?”

She rolled her eyes “Yes, I know what goes where, I don’t need an anatomy lesson, thank you.”

“No.” He leaned closer, his breath fanning her face, “Do you understand how much it will hurt?”

Her brows furrowed at that, she thought it was supposed to be pleasure, not pain. She shook her head, “You’re just trying to scare me.”

“No, Evangeline, this is not something you want to experience with a stranger.”

“I don’t have another option, Jacks!”

He growled, low in his throat, seething as he hung his head and curled his fists next to her hair.

She simply waited for him to realize he’d lost, for him to let her go.

But then a hand was at her waist, squeezing slightly, and another was tilting her jaw to meet his eyes. He pulled her close, “Doing what you have to do is not willing.”

She wanted to protest, say that “yes, it was.” But then his knee slotted itself between her thighs, hiking her dress up. His lips parted and his eyes followed his fingers and they brushed along her cape, over her shoulder, before undoing where it was tied around her neck. It fell to the floor seamlessly, and she inhaled at the feeling of his fingers grazing her skin.

What was he doing?

“Being willing is how your body responds to someone’s touch, how it feels like little fireworks erupting on your skin.” Her back arched as his hands found her corset, subconsciously pushing into him. “It’s breathing in their scent and being overwhelmed. It’s not wanting,” his mouth hovered by her ear, “it’s needing.”

She felt her hands place themselves on his chest, feeling lightheaded. Her thighs squeezed around his knee and she gasped when she felt his hands pulling her skirts up until he could get underneath them.

“Jacks—“

But she was cut off by her own moan when his cold fingers pressed against the warmth between her thighs. She was trembling suddenly, and his free hand came back up to hold her in place. He didn’t move his fingers, watching her reaction as if waiting for her to push away. She wanted to, she knew she should, but something suddenly washed over her.

He tutted, “Do you know how wet you are, Little Fox?”

Wet? She felt so embarrassed. The same feeling between her thighs had erupted on certain occasions. The night in the crypt when Jacks licked at her neck, for instance. But she’d never known why, and never wanted to ask someone.

But he had found it, and her eyes stung with humiliation. She wanted to pull away, but god it felt so good.

She whimpered when he pulled his hand away and out from under her skirts, his knee finding that spot once again. She felt even more humiliated when she ground down against it, feeling as if her body was reacting without her say.

But Jacks’ eyes held adoration as his mouth closed over his glistening fingers, groaning at the taste. He sucked them clean as his other hand formed a fist in her curls.

Then he was leaning over her again, his hand pulling her head back: “This,” his knee pushed harder, “this is willing.”

And then he was gone, pulling her away from the door and fixing her skirts. But before he left he tugged at her wrist again.

“I expect you in my room when the sun sets, don’t make me hunt you, Little Fox.”

When the door closed behind him, she found herself sliding down it, absolutely dumbfounded by what just happened.

But one thing he said filled her thoughts.

Hesitantly, Evangeline spread her legs and pulled her skirts up. She slowly ran her hand up her thigh before pressing against her silk panties with a moan.

She was soaked, somehow, but she had never been told before why her body would respond that way.

Still, she laid her head against the door. She was supposed to meet Jacks tonight, and it sounded as if he had specific plans. The thought made her face heat.

She didn’t have the ability to reach Jacks’s eyes through the entirety of dinner. Sometime between the morning and then she’d had yet another change of heart, realizing that although she had been willing, he had not specified if he was. What if the whole show of pressing his hand against her was to prove his point?

She shuddered at the thought, scooting her plate away and moving her chair back. She sat at a long table full of Lords and Ladies of the prince’s court, and many of them averted their eyes to her as she stood.

Folding her hands in front of her, she offered a tentative smile: “I hope none of you mind, but I’ve just remembered I still have some tasks I need to perform. I hope you all enjoy your dinner, but I must retire early tonight.” She hoped no one had noticed her glanced toward the window, where the sun was quickly setting.

When no one protested, she scurried out of the dinner hall and quickly up the stairs to her room. She locked the door and sat on her pink silk sheets, burying her face in her hands.

He probably felt like she was just a burden he needed to quickly get rid of, or that she was purposefully pushing him into this. After all, he had been the one to marry her off to Apollo. Apollo would be the one to want to bed her, not him.

She groaned, pushing off the bed as quickly as she had sat and storming to her curtains. When she pulled them back, just a sliver of sun had been showing. She took a deep breath.

“Don’t make me hunt you, Little Fox.”

He had been determined, then, if he wasn’t giving himself a way out.

But there was no way he’d want this, right?

Evangeline opened her wardrobe next, wanting to change into the most modest thing she could find. Hopefully that would send the signal that he didn’t have to do this.

Human or not, he had a choice as well. Obviously.

She pulled out a white dress with a neckline covering her whole chest. It had a fitted bodice and full-length sleeves. The bodice went to her waist and flowing skirts covered all the way to her feet. It made her cringe.

It was perfect.

After she had changed, she thought she looked a lot like one of the women she would see outside her village’s church. One of the ones who would often stop her to recite some verses. She had always hurried away, but at least the dress got the point across.

She wanted to wait a few more minutes to ground herself, but a sudden thought entered her head.

I’ll give you two minutes before you find me in your room, Little Fox.

She gasped at the intrusion, wondering whether or not to obey his warning. She didn’t want to cause a scene over something like this, but she couldn’t wrap her head around losing her virginity to the prince of hearts.

Still, she turned around, slipping on a pair of slippers before opening her door and slowly making her way down the corridor. Jacks room wasn’t far from hers, just a right turn and she’d be at her door.

For once, she wished it was further.

When she came to stand in front of it, she didn’t know what to do. Her heart was running miles in her chest, and she felt like she might sway on her feet if she didn’t do something. But she also didn’t wanna barge in, so she lifted her hand in a soft knock.

The door opened almost instantly, Jacks waiting on the other side to grab her wrist and pull her in. She almost cried out at the sudden movement, heightening her anxiety.

When the room stopped spinning, they both just looked at each other for a second.

She took that moment to take him in, the way he was her. He wore a loose white shirt, the collar held together by laces, and loose black denims. He looked rugged and determined, if the gleam in his eyes was anything to go by.

She watched him look over her dress, his eyebrows furrowing: “You changed…”

Not giving thought to the way he trailed off, Evangeline raised her hands and took a step back as he did forward. “Listen, Jacks.”

“I’m listening.” But his eyes were trained on her dress, as though he was glaring through the fabric.

“This morning was a mistake, I—“

That brought his eyes towards her, and he stood still, “Do you no longer want this, Evangeline?”

Her jaw dropped, dumbfounded at the thought of him worried about her consent. But, of course he would be, Jacks was a fate - not a monster.

“No- I mean- yes, I do. But I do not want this to be an obligation to you,” she spoke quickly before he could interrupt, “You obviously have a say here as well and I would never want you to have to do this if you don’t want…”

He took another daring step forward, processing her words. “Don’t want what, Little Fox?”

The smirk erupting on his face looked so predatory, Evangeline stepped back again until she was pressed against the wall. She willed herself not to stutter: “This… me.”

She wanted to cringe, waiting for him to mock her, laugh at her expense, then slam the door in her face.

He took another step, “And why, pray tell, would I not want you?”

She blinked in confusion, it seemed an odd question. “You’ve never expressed want towards me.”

“That doesn’t mean it’s not there.”

“But…” she felt her frustration building, “but, it’s not! You married me off to another!”

His voice was calm, but he matched her volume, “What are you afraid of, Little Fox?”

She ignored the question, regrettably blurting the first thing that came to mind: “You’re not him.”

That seemed to alight something in the fate, because next thing she knew he was in front of her. His elbows on either side of her head, “Say that again.”

It was a whisper, deadly, but she wouldn’t cower. “You married me off to him, he’s the one who wants me. He’s the only one I should want, You’re not him.”

There was a dark chuckle, low enough to be a growl. He said one word that startled her bones, “Should?”

“What?”

“He’s the only one you should want?” He leaned into her ear, “You always give yourself away, pet.”

She placed her hands on his chest, “You don’t want this.”

“Tut tut, wrong again,” teeth at her earlobe bit down softly, a shiver running down her spine, “You gave me an out, Evangeline, I’m still here.”

A single hand roved across her waist, his eyes taking in her dress again. “You’re right, I’m not him. He would have hated the way this dress hides you so well.”

When there was quote for a second, she took a breath, “And you?”

His next words would replay in her mind for the rest of her life, at least. As he hiked her knee over his hip, pressing against her until she felt…

“You look like innocence incarnate, and I can’t wait to ruin you.”

With a gasp, she was pulled into his chest as he hiked her legs around his waist in one fluid movement. This way the silk of her dress skirts slid up her thighs and around her waist, providing less fabric between the two of them. Evangeline stifled a quick whimper at the feeling of him… all of him.

Before she could fully process the length of him, he has them turned around and he gently laid her on the bed. The movement was slow but held a resistance that told her if this wasn’t her first time, he might not have been so gentle.

But if this wasn’t her first time, they wouldn’t be doing this at all.

She didn’t like that thought, and then she didn’t like the thought of not liking that thought… so perhaps, she figured, tonight it would be okay to simply not think.

That was when she felt his calloused hands running down her calves to her knees, and all thoughts flew out the window regardless of what she had figured.

He had placed her on the cushioned pillows in the middle of the deep blue sheets. She propped herself on her elbows and watched with parted lips as he settled between her thighs. His eyes were a blazing blue, glazed over as if he couldn’t get enough of her… but that couldn’t be right.

His hands rested softly on her thighs, fingers gripping slightly in a way that reminded her of what he might be holding back. He cleared his throat, “If at any point, and I mean any, Evangeline, you change your mind about this, you just have to say the word. Okay?”

Evangeline barely heard the words, feeling something warm build in her stomach and a pressure beginning to knot itself, she did her best to nod her head, “Okay.”

He nodded, leaning down close to her. She let her head fall to the side as his teeth grazed her neck, careful not to let his lips touch her. He let his tongue flutter along a spot he’d previously sank his teeth into, and she couldn’t stop herself from falling onto her back with a moan. He followed her down, pressing his chest to hers and placing his free hand on her waist.

After another minute of his lips roving her neck while her hands clawed at his shirt, he pulled off and dropped his head onto her shoulder. It was vulnerable, intimate…

“Jacks?” She practically whimpered. Was he going to stop? Was this it?

He’d barely touched her and she didn’t want it to end.

“Just give me a second,” he whispered, “‘gonna make this feel good, gotta get you ready, Little Fox.”

She breathed deep, she was affecting him. She could hardly believe she had such an ability.

After a moment, he lifted himself onto his knees, pulling her with him. He lifted her dress, “Take this off for me, will you?”

She nodded dazzily as he helped her pull the fabric past her hips, from there she pulled it up over her waist and head. Once it was off, she was left in a slip and a pathetic pair of panties she hadn't thought much of that morning. She cringed, feeling exposed.

But Jacks was staring down at her figure as if she weren't as replaceable as he had once called her. He looked as if he wanted to devour her, and it conflicted her when she wasn't appalled by the idea of being completely ruined by him. In fact, it made something inside her pulse, throb even. If he wasn't sat between her thighs, she thought she might close them in need of some friction.

But there he was, unmoving. Her slip was a pale white and hung loosely at her curves. It showed her figure blatantly, and she found herself trying to scoot back to cover herself.

Jacks' hands gripped her thighs again, tighter, pulling her closer than she was before. He was sat on his knees, so her chest came flush with his stomach as he leaned into her, "He might let you hide, Little Fox..." as he trailed off, she felt his hands grip her slips hem, "But, like you made obvious, I'm not him."

It was becoming quite apparent.

But still, no one had seen her body, and she couldn't help being a little scared. She was aware it would be somewhat necessary for the act she was looking forward to. She had also told herself she would never look to someone else for approval of her body, but she just couldn't help wanting Jacks to like what he saw.

He must've heard her thoughts, which shamed her more when he lifted her chin in his hand. She sucked in a breath at the glow of his eyes, she'd never get used to how unnatural they were.

"I've held your body on countless occasions, felt the curves and grooves of your waist and thighs. Dreamed of it even. I wouldn't be here in, admittedly, I didn't want to see what you hide under all those corsets.

She wasn't sure how he took away her doubt with one line, or maybe she was just intrigued by the thought of him dreaming of her. Had he dreamed of this?

When he tugged once more at her slip, she let him raise it over her head. The fabric glided along her nipples, and she shuddered at the thought of what his hands must feel like.

She didn't have to wonder long, though, because that's right where they landed when the cloth hit the floor. It was rushed, so abrupt she found herself landing back on the bed. He followed her once more. His hands squeezing, gliding over her stomach before finding her breasts once more. He twisted and teased, and she couldn't help her moans. She had never thought that action could feel so good.

When she arched her back, his tongue and teeth for her collarbone, the crook in her neck, the swell of her breasts.

"Jacks..." she whined when his hands left her, sliding down to her hips. He held down her wiggling, and she thought to thank him. But that would be weird, right?

The idea threw out the window when his tongue circled her breast, and suddenly she found a new favorite sensation as he bit down. He was so careful with how his lips touched her, making sure they didn't move in a kiss, and her heart panged when she thought about how much practice he must have with that.

He wasn't hers. He's not him.

She could feel that unfamiliar pool between her thighs again, and suddenly she wanted to be touched so badly she felt her legs spread on their own.

"Jacks?" It was feeble, quiet. She wouldn't have been surprised if he didn't hear it. In fact, she almost hoped he hadn't when his head lifted from her skin.

"Hm?" It was almost impatient, and she felt a smile form on her lips at how obviously he wanted to keep going.

She didn't answer him, though. Instead, she took a deep breath and laid her hand over his on her hip. She watched his brows furrow as she picked it up from her skin but understanding dawned as she dragged it to the hem of the pathetic panties she still donned.

A smirk broke across his featured, and she watched as he slowly slid off of her again. His mouth parted and she felt his fingers slide under the fabric, tickling the skin underneath. His eyes found hers again, dominating in the way they asked for approval again.

"Please." She found herself whispering, begging.

It was all he needed to slide the fabric down her thighs and over her knees. She closed her legs instinctively, and the look he sent her was so fucking intense it made her wonder just how rough he could've truly been with her. When his hands closed on her knees and aggressively pushed them apart, she cried out, but found an answer to her question.

The moan that accompanied the cry answered a different question entirely. Maybe... rough Jacks was something she wanted to see. Badly.

His eyes trained between her legs, and he returned between her knees to hold them apart. She almost sighed when he lifted a hand and dragged a single finger through her, watching her back arch the entire time he did.

And then he was hovering over her again, that same finger taped at her lips. The smell of arousal hit her nose, and he took her gasp as a chance to slip that finger between her lips.

It wasn't the best taste, but she couldn't say it was bad either. And by the way Jacks' eyes trained on her lips made her moan around the digit.

Then he was leaning in, his nose brushing her cheek, "Who is this cunt soaked for, hmm?"

She couldn't respond for obvious reasons, but it was also obvious he didn't want her too yet.

His teeth found her ear again before he whispers, "A hint, Little Fox? It isn't your precious husband."

Her cheeks flamed when his finger left her, returning between her legs. It circled the bud there, that she had tentatively touched once before but was so shocked by the pleasure it sent through her that she never did again.

She realized, now, he wanted an answer. She tried to relax from the feeling shooting through her, and whimpered out a squeaky: "You..."

He laughed at her pitifulness, and it was at that point that she realized her hands weren't doing anything.

Oh god.

She felt awful being on the receiving end when she had asked him, after all.

She tried to push up, but he kept her in place. "Jacks..."

His finger didn't stop, was actually circling her entrance now.

"Yes, pet?"

"S...stop..."

His movements halted, but he didn't pull away and instead eyed her suspiciously. "What's wrong?"

She refused to meet his eyes, instead darting her around the room. "It's just... shouldn't I be the one doing things to... you? Since I... asked for this..."

He hummed, and confused her once more as his fingers returned to their movements, "I am." He said simply.

"But--"

She was cut off as a single finger entered her, filling her with a sting and she cried out again. But his other hand came up to her hair, brushing and stroking comfortably.

"Relax..." his voice soothed, "It won't stretch so bad if you relax, let me in, baby."

She whimpered, trying as hard as she could to relax her hips. She matched his breathing, and soon the single digit felt less like an intrusion.

He groaned against her neck, "You're going to feel so good, just gotta get you ready first."

The breathlessness of his voice extended her pleasure, heightened her desire. "Oh..." she moaned when the finger turned into two. It stung, but not nearly as bad as before. They also brushed so lovely against her, scissoring probably in a way to prepare her. She felt her body arch off the bed at the feeling of them going deeper, even when she thought they couldn't anymore. It was delicious, he was delicious.

"Jacks... I feel something..." She said after a minute. She felt tight, like a cord pulled at both ends, like she was standing at an edge with the adrenaline that came with the feeling of falling.

And then the fingers were gone, and she was begging for them back. Little "nos" and pleas to him, it was submissive and pitiful. Evangeline didn't care.

He was gone again, shushing her calmly as he worked to take his clothes off. He faced away from her as her heart drummed in anticipation. She watched the muscles of his back move and pull against each other as he worked his pants down his legs. And when he turned...

"Oh my god..." Her jaw hung. There was no way, no absolute way.

He was the first she had ever seen, so it wasn't like she could compare him to anyone. But compared to his fingers... there was no way.

He chuckled, crawling over her again. She couldn't help when he rubbed against her folds, and she moaned. It startled him, his eyes lighting when he settled his pelvis against hers.

He hummed in thought, "Interesting..."

She furrowed her brows as she watched him wrap his hand around himself, and just like he accidentally had before, he brushed the tip through her folds, pushing lightly against that bundle of nerves. It had her whimpering, sobbing almost, it felt so good.

"Yeah?" He prodded as he continued, teasing her, "Does my dick rubbing against your clit make you see stars, pet?"

When her eyes rolled back, she knew he had his answer. He chuckled again, repeating the motion a few times to gather her slickness. Then he paused at her hole once more.

She felt her bones lock up, they'd taken their time, but here they were.

He lowered to his elbow above her as his other hand kept him in place, "I want you to relax, and remember to breathe, okay? Can you do that for me?"

She nodded, wanting him to just do it, for fate's sake.

He took a deep breath as he watched her relax, then she felt his hips push against hers. He was entering her.

She gasped a breath. No. no, no, no, no. There was no way. She looked down, he was barely in, and she was full. So, so full.

"Too big..." she whispered, feeling herself squeeze around him, "You're too big."

He groaned when she clenched, "You can take it, relax."

She bit her lip, but he quickly pulled it out from under her teeth, "Breathe, baby."

She did, and he pushed further. Tears sprung, and she knew she couldn't hide them. It hurt. It ached and burned and felt like she was being split in half. There was no way any woman ever enjoyed this.

And yet, she couldn't imagine experiencing this with Apollo. She felt safe where she was, as Jacks wiped at the tears and traced smoothing circles on her skin. She hated how he felt so right between her thighs.

They both moaned when he bottomed out, feeling him hit that spot inside of her. It hurt everywhere but right there. She gripped his arms and felt him wrap his around her waist.

Then he was twisting them as he remained inside her. Suddenly he was below her, and she was straddling him with his hands on her hips and hers planted on his abs.

She felt unsteady, "Jacks...."

With a squeeze to her breasts, he smiled, "You've got this. Move when you're ready, baby."

She focused on the feeling and found it dissipating the longer she sat there. It was still achy, but it didn't burn anymore. She smiled knowing she was stretched around him, seeing the delight in his eyes.

She picked up her hips, and his hands helped guide her at first. But then she watched as his head fell back when she slowly took control, "Yeah, just like that... circle those hips."

She did, up and down, over and over. The pressure built as she listened to his groans and her whimpers. He pulsed inside her, and every so often his hands would slam her down really quickly so she would cry out, he would suddenly apologize as if remembering himself. But the more she felt it, she more she didn't mind how he got so lost in the pleasure he couldn't help losing a little control.

Suddenly his hand was at her back, arching her into him, and his teeth found her left nipple. She cried out, that sensation making her liquid in his hands. He moaned around her, and she did her best to keep moving. The pleasure overrode the pain now, and she felt so dizzy, so high on the drug that was the prince of hearts.

She felt her thighs begin to shake, and the whined, "I... I feel--"

"Let go, Evangeline, want to feel it..."

That was all it took for her to shout his name, her throat soar and her hips shaking. She clenched and unclenched around him, pretty soon feeling him let go inside her.

It was heaven, nirvana, ecstasy, watching his lips fall slack as his own eyes rolled. She stayed in her daze above him, watching. His lips looking so delicious, she wanted to feel them.

Yeah, feel them.

It was after she leaned down, placed her lips on his in the most fevered and passionate kiss, that they both realized what was happening. His mouth was reacting to hers, until his hand knotted in her curls and aggressively pulled her away.

She gasped as she sobered from her high, and his labored breathing did not even as he looked at her in a craze.

"Evangeline?" It was scared, hopeless, regret.

It took all of once second before she launched herself off of him, suddenly in a panic. Her knees nearly gave out when she stood, but she powered through, if only for the arm that reached to her.

"Evangeline!"

She stepped out of his reach, finding her slip and pulling it over her head. She had to get out, she had to get somewhere safe, so no one would know she died in Jacks' bed. Of all things, as least he wouldn't be blamed.

The thought of death crashed into her as she crashed into the door, her name being called behind her once again, accompanied by his feet hitting the floor. She pulled the door open and rushed down the corridor.

Curses flew left and right in her head, her bare feet hurting against the stone. But she found herself at her door anyways, pulling it open and closed behind her.

She crashed into her bed. Just breathing. Breathing.

Breathing.

She was still breathing.

Well, she didn't know how long the curse took. So, she sat herself at the pillows of her bed, wanting it to look as if she died in her sleep.

She waited and waited.

Crickets chirped outside.

Her eyes darted around the room. She took a deep breath, sat up.

She felt fine. The only minor uncomfort was the ache between her thighs... otherwise.

She brought her hands up into her vision, checking her any signs or a rash or something forming.

"I'm alive..."

I'm alive.

#smut #evajacks #the ballad of never after #tbona #romance #ouabh #jacks #prince of hearts #prompts #stephanie garber #angst

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My dear author, could I get an imagine fluff nsfw Daemon x Dornish fem reader (but she lives in Kings landing) In which she is a former prostitute/courtesan (very famous) and owner of a new house of the pleasures she is causing a lot of buzz. However, despite several girls well versed in the art of pleasure, many want to spend a night with her (she is extremely versed in the arts of love and conquest, in addition to being very seductive and daring) and are willing to pay very well for it. , she always refuses them. One night, Daemon is in town and hears about this place and wanting to know the reason for so much euphoria, he decides to go there. She attends to him personally (because she is the fucking rogue prince in person and that would be very good for business) She shows him around and talks about the "specialties" of the girls, but he refuses saying he was just watching. She doesn't question it and takes him to a more comfortable place, she pours him wine and they talk. This becomes recurrent to the point where he comes back every night and despite rumors nothing ever happened between them. Time passes and they become good friends, confidants, he knows things about her that she has never told anyone and she knows things about him too. One day he has a very ugly argument with Viserys and he goes after her right away. She comforts him and they kiss for the first time. Days pass and their relationship advances (but nothing physical, besides kissing, has happened yet) One night, she left one of her trusted girls in charge of the movement that night. Meanwhile she goes to her house (a luxurious property, which she never took anyone there) She prepares a special night for them, decided to move forward in their relationship. After the girls pass her location, Daemon arrives at Reader's house. She welcomes you personally as usual. They drink and talk and make out, and when things start to heat up, Reader stops and tells him she has something to tell him. She tells why she decided to leave this life (first of all, it's not like she had any choice from the beginning, but her last experiences were horrible, so she murdered the owner of the brothel where she "worked", stole all the goods and she took some women (those who wanted) with her (these women work in the administration and care for the girls) And she says that since then she has never slept with any man (the reason she refused) but that she wants to do that with him. asks if she's sure (she says) and they have the best night of love ever. It's a mutual exchange of affection, love and adoration, it's soft and passionate but still overwhelming. With lots of fluffy and aftercare please ( sorry for the amount of detail and feel free to ignore and sorry for my english)

Pairing: Daemon x dornish fem chubby reader

Trigger Warning: I’m not used to writing nsfw, so I hope this won’t be too much of fluffy for you, I tried ton wright more in eroticism and not in a purely p°rn° content. So there are references to: P in v, foreplay, oral (woman receives) and prostitution. So I know that young adults will go and read this, I read before my 18 years smut and other contained nsfw. My contents are not too violent but please pay attention to what you read. Oh and english is not my mother tongue so, if there are mistakes, i'm sorry.

Author notes: Hello, to the anon who made this request. I have loved reading your request and I tried to respect what you asked. I hope this is good for you, do not hesitate to leave a comment even in anon, I would love to have your feedback on this.

Night was falling on Westeros, lights from the torches lit up the streets of King’s Landing. Street musicians began singing in front of the small crowd that walked through the maze of streets. Several street theatres caricatured the life of the castle and the various events that composed the life of the most noble houses of the continent. The people in very large numbers, had nothing to do with royalty, all they were interested in were the risks of wars, famines and whether one of their sovereigns was capable of starving them out of pleasure, according to sadism and his lack of interest in them.

The neighbourhoods of King’s landing were as in many large cities, delimited by their specificities. The blacksmiths, the bakers, the washers (women who cleaned the linen), the butchers each had their places. Large forms of wrought iron were installed in front of the storefronts of the buildings, indicating to the often illiterate passers-by the trade that they were involved.

Other less well-seen neighborhoods also had their own neighborhoods, so-called people of noble birth could not go there, but this did not prevent men from spending the evening discreetly. In normal times, the streets were not the most crowded, a strong smell of mud and dirt floated in the air, traffic of all kinds took place there, black walks and resale of flying objects took place in the shadows of buildings.

But recently, a street was more "clean", the employees of a brothel maintained the storefront and the sidewalk in front of their buildings, said brothel had just opened for three months and already rumours were going strong. The manager of the place, though gentle with her "girls" and several clients, could show her teeth and let out any ill-intentioned man or woman. The practices of the place differed from the usual brothels. According to the rumors, several customers left the place with their eyes in a vacuum, a smile sticking to their lips, ready to come back the next day.

To come back for the girls, but also in order to have even the slightest possibility of having a chance to ask for the services of the boss, the latter refused them each time, offering them a daughter of the services would suit them best or that they already knew. Y/n was soft on the front, but with a rigour and an inner force to shake the ramparts of King’s Landing. The most traveler customers had already met her in the most prestigious brothel of Pentos, The owner of the brothel was proud to have one of his girl of origin of Westeros, the fact that Y/n grew up in Dorne was a positive point in addition, their methods and notions of "love" were much more open. But none of them had the chance to have a night with her, except for the price to ask and to ask. This had become a challenge between the clients, whether it be simple people of the people or people with a title of nobility, who would be the first to blow up Y/n’s defenses and discover what she learned in Pentos?

There were not only men who were interested, many women came to satisfy their curiosities, or their simple loves for women. The patron who have generous forms had shown respect for some of them, but the client ended up spending the evening or the night with one of prostitutes. It did not matter if the clients were men or women, poor or rich, Y/n’s answer was still no. Y/n no longer wanted to spend the night with clients, with people. Taking care of the novices and girls she had known for a long time was enough for her, their safety was essential.

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After the sixth month of activity, rumours circulated between brothels. Prince Daemon was back in the city after more than a year of exile. The prince was known for his long stays in his places and paid very well for the services rendered.

Daemon, on the other hand, had learned from several knights that he was used to being around, that a new brothel had opened, the techniques differed from other brothels, the girls were of various origins, whether they were from the north or south of Westeros, Remote islands or Essos. Their forms were just as diverse, there were for all tastes, There were not only girls, men were also present as prostitutes, love was free. Daemon only listened with one ear, he had already seen several and almost everything was still the same. They walked towards the brothel, there were more and more people present in the street, the more they advanced and the more difficult the street became to cross.

A sweet smell of incense and flowers arrived at the nose of Daemon, this smell was almost foreign in these places. The building was flowery, the floor was clean and the entrance visible. The facade of the building looked nothing like a brothel. Its interior was more like the function of the workers.

The same day places were dark, the main room was composed of a "relaxation" space where guests could come to reinvigorate, feed, girls and men coming to meet them, the space was large enough to hold a counter, and three large tables of about ten each. In the centre of the room, a woman stood at two large curtains, rising and performing a kind of aerial dance. She was barely dressed, protecting herself from the rubbing of the tissues on her skin. Daemon was watching the show, in none of the other brothels had he seen such a show.

The prince with his silver hair did not fail to attract the attention of the matriarchs (the most senior prostitute), the order was to warn Y/n to welcome the prince in the best way. Of all potential clients, he had to be the most important, he alone could certify the quality of the premises and the staff. Edna, one of the oldest party in search of the boss, told her that the prince had just entered.

Y/n went to meet the prince, dress with a long dress composed of light silk in the colors Y/f/c, the neckline advantageous for his chest without being vulgar, and split at the level of his right leg up above his knee. His eyes y/e/c landed on the prince at the same time that he noticed her.

Daemon first noticed the aura that emanated the young woman, all the being of Y/n attracted the prince.

"Good evening, Prince Daemon I presume."

"You’re right, and yet I don’t know who you are."

"Y/n, I rule this place, may I guide and counsel you, my prince?"

Daemon looked at Y/n a few seconds before responding positively, the knights accompanying the prince, leaving him, undertaking to settle in the room, observing the acrobat.

"We have several women and men performing in this place, if you’re interested, I can ask one of my girl for a session just for you."

During the visit, Y/n pointed out the main halls, two of lush dances, one where guests asked to be bullied by his daughters. Daemon, from the brazing between the door could see one of the nobles working at the king’s side, fastening leather ties to a table, exposing the buttocks to the contact of the whip of the prostitute. A smirk, came to his lips, everyone had his secrets some were crispy. Continuing their visits, Y/n indicated the group and individual rooms, the spaces to observe in discretion. A room held her attention for a few moments, the room was dark and the walls were covered with several holes leading to another room.

"No, I only wanted to visit."

"If you prefer, we could go to a quieter room and satisfy your curiosity about the place and its specialties."

Daemon looked at the chubby woman in front of him, and with a smile he accepted.

Discreetly, they settled in the most recessed room of the building, the cries of joy were barely audible. In addition to being set back, it was the tallest and brightest. The lights from outside illuminated the room, torches were hung on the walls, the room was cut in half by a screen with typical Dorne motifs. The first part, looked like a living room, two long sofas were placed in the right part of the room in the shape of L, an oak coffee table was laid on a carpet in front of the sofas. Several cupboards and shelves were placed from the other side of the room, the walls were decorated with paintings and engravings showing various scenes (such as shunga in japan), from the other side of the screen, a large bed was installed, Sheets of be finely woven decorated mattresses.

Y/n guided Daemon towards the sofas, then headed towards a hatch on the wall of the cupboards, she placed an empty cup there and waited less than a minute before a tray went up through the hatch, two glasses and a jug filled with arrivals wine. Daemon was pleasantly surprised and agreeably accepted the wine and especially the presence of Y/n.

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This first evening was followed by a second and then a third.

In no time rumours began to circulate, Daemon spent all his evenings and nights in the company of the boss. He never responded to the rumors, letting them fill up, preferring to dwell on the discussions he had with Y/n.

The months began to pass, and the brothel was in full swing. The guests were both delighted with the performances and various shows that the place organized.

Y/n and Daemon spent most of their time in the same room as when they first met, discussing everything. Daemon often spoke of his relationship with his brother and of the stormy relations with several nobles in the castle. Y/n often spoke to him about the anecdotes of the day, about which nobles had come to ask for such services. They even started talking about their lives if they could change them.

They had become the sons of the evening, confiding in each other.

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One morning, when few clients were in the brothel and the girls and men were working to clean the premises. The entrance door, though heavy, opened with a bang, a long silver-haired tornado entered, Edna, who was watching over the proper procedures of the cleaning, headed towards the newcomer.

"My prince? We didn’t expect you so early."

"Y/n"

"In your room, my prince... "

Edna saw the prince walk quickly towards the corridor leading to the upper floors. His look and the tone of his voice was loud, it was not new that he could irritate by the events of the city or the castle. But also angry no, angry.

Y/n wrote the expense reports and calculated with the help of one of the matriarchs the taxes that had to be paid for the brothel. Both worked in relative calm, speaking at times of the clients who were to be watched or not, of the health status of the girls and men, a maester regularly came to check the overall health of everyone in order to avoid the spread of any venereal disease. It would have been a blow to the institution.

They were interrupted by heavy pats slamming on the floor of the corridor and the noise became louder every second.

The door opened on Daemon, he cast a black glance towards the matriarch, urging her to leave them alone. She looked at Y/n to make sure everything was okay, indicating that she would be there at every opportunity. Y/n nodded, everything would be fine she was sure.

"How could he?"

"Who?"

"Viserys. He delegated me as commander of the city’s watch of King’s Landing"'

"Oh..."

"He doesn’t want me to go after him when I’m his brother!"

"Then show him you’re worth a lot more than he thinks you are, redoing the name of the city."

Daemon looked at Y/n both surprised and irritated, he approached the sofa, and sat down thinking about what she had just told him. Y/n approached the prince, placing one hand on his thigh, more in a sign of presence than anything else. Daemon looked at Y/n with a look that few could have imagined one day permeating the prince’s eyes. In an instant the space separating the two bodies was reduced, the prince’s hands were placed on the young woman’s plump cheeks, their lips touching each other in a rough, powerful kiss filled with a passion that neither of them thought they had in common. A kiss was a second. Daemon spent his day in the brothel with Y/n without any physical connection except a kiss.

As the days passed, their friendly relationship gradually became a birth of love. During the evenings, Daemon watched Y/n greet some guests and directed the place, making sure in the shadows that she did not need help, but she showed her that she knew how to defend herself verbally, but secretly, the presence of Daemon reassured her. All knew that the prince’s purplish gaze was on them, the slightest false pat would have earned them an express meeting with Dark Sister.

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After more than a year of dating, the relationship of Y/n and Daemon was not consummated fleshly, something rather strange for the prince, who used to be known for his appetite for women. He had not questioned him, he could have slept with one of the prostitutes of Y/n or another brothel but he had not.

One winter morning, Y/n asked Edna to hold the brothel for the night, Edna exchanged a slightly inquisitive look, but did not question her boss. At the mention of the prince and the order to give him the address of Y/n. Edna was at first surprised, then a little knowing smile appeared on his lips. She agreed before seeing her boss leave the brothel. She was going to have work.

Y/n lived in a fairly large house for the rest of the King’s Landing people. It was located in the beautiful areas of King’s Landing. The buildings were spaced far enough, to contain gardens with high hates, which allowed to keep a little privacy. The roofs were composed of red tiles as the rest of the buildings of the city alone their size differentiated them. The house was not a mansion or a castle, it was large enough to be safe two floors and contain a living room, a separate kitchen from the dining room, two bedrooms and something rare in the city, a real bathroom, where a wooden bathtub covered with linens was installed. A balcony was also attached to the facade, from the master bedroom, she could access it and observe the city.

The preparations lasted the morning, the house was always clean and neat, so the cleaning did not last long, flowers had been changed in the vases place in the different rooms. A meal was prepared, nothing too eccentric, a light meal, and wine from a harvest of about ten years ago. Y/n was getting ready, taking a long bath on the water was scented with rose blossom and essential oil coming from Dorne. Tonight was gonna be special for her. For the first time since, her exile from Essos Y/n was going to talk about what had happened to her, why she no longer wanted to do the job of prostituting, why she no longer wanted to sleep with a man. Although for several weeks, Y/n felt a desire rise in her, which she had not felt for a long time. This desire was directed towards Daemon, only him.

Speaking of the prince, he had arrived as usual in the early evening in the brothel but instead of being welcomed by Y/n, she was one of the matriarchs, she explained to Daemon that their boss was waiting for her elsewhere, she gave him the address, explaining that Y/n never gave his address and that it was better for him to be alone.

Daemon stunned, hurried to leave the knights having accompanied him, to take the path towards the address. The prince was surprised to see the house of his beloved. He had not imagined Y/n living in such a place, but in a more modest house. He doesn’t mind that.

As usual Y/n was there to greet her. When he saw her, it was like seeing her for the first time. Her dress was very well woven and of a color highlighting her complexion. Her neckline showed the birth of her chest. Her hair was stylized in a simple yet elegant way. A smell of rose was emanating from her, without it being nauseating, just a fragrance.

Y/n asked him to remove his shoes in the entrance hall before installing Daemon in the living room, where two cups were already installed ready to be filled with wine. Daemon did not ask her directly why she had welcomed him into her home, although the question was burning her lips. Instead, they talked about everything and nothing, the day in the city, the latest rumours. As the evening progressed, their bodies got closer. First a hand resting on a thigh, then slowly their shoulders touched, in no time, Daemon kissed Y/n, a hand resting between his chin and neck. Y/n had wrapped his arms around Daemon, placing one hand in the prince’s long silver hair, the other around his neck. Daemon’s second hand landed on one of Y/n’s thighs caressing and grasping the fabric that seemed to have become most boring. Daemon pulled up the part of the dress until he could place his warm hand against the bouncing thigh of his beloved, a moan coming out of the young woman’s lips, Daemon took the opportunity to nibble on her lower lip. Y/n Felt more and more her body warm up, more and more a feeling of warmth and humidity settled between her thighs. It was against her heart that she stopped this exchange. She breathed in a rampant way. She tried to regain her senses, so misty by desire.

“Daemon, before we continue, I have something to tell you…”

Daemon, who had started to give her a little kiss in the neck, stopped suddenly, looking her in the eyes. A touch of worry in the eyes.

Y/n took a deep breath, remembering past events. Gently blowing, she began to explain her life as a prostitute, as many others she had not had the choice not to be, life had not been so tender with her. A merchant bought it from his first brothel and then sold it to the highest bidder on Essos. She explained to Daemon the mistreatment of the girls. How one evening, carried away by anger, fear and instinct of survival she had murdered the man by stabbing him. Daemon did not speak, only lecturing, but his mind was bubbling. He was proud that she could run away with several of the girls, and some of that asshole’s wealth. Had he been alive, Daemon knew very clearly that he would have tortured him.

“That’s why I didn’t want to sleep with anyone anymore.”

Daemon looked Y/n in the eyes. Trying to scrutinize the young woman’s thoughts without succeeding.

“I want to be with you, body and soul. I want to sleep with you… no… make love.”

"Are you sure?"

“Yes only with you.”

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The two lovers had kissed passionately, everything around them had become absurd. A most pleasant warmth swelled in them.

Y/n grabbed Daemon’s right hand before gently rising from the sofa, temporarily cutting off the kiss. Languorously, she dragged Daemon into the corridors and stairs leading to the master bedroom.

None dwelt on the decoration, nor even the reflections of light emanating from the large window, illuminated by the moon that gave an almost fantastic atmosphere to the room.

Daemon’s hands had hastened to place themselves on the bouncy hips of the young woman, turning her in his direction he resumed kissing her, clutching her against him.

A desire they had never felt in the past invaded their veins. Y/n placed his hands against the prince’s chest and with a slightly shaking hand, unbuttoned the tunic, then loosened the prince’s belt. His hands rose on the shoulders of his lover, helping to slide the tunic towards the ground.

Daemon had left the young woman’s lips, gently kissing her cheek and her chin, slowly descending against her neck. The prince’s hands, though placed on the hips of Y/n, set out towards the ribbon that held her beloved’s dress. In a handful of seconds, the dress fell into a soft pile of cloth around Y/n.’s feet.

Daemon drew back a few centimeters, letting his gaze admire the bouncing body so desirable in front of him. A fire worthy of the breath of a dragon ran through his veins.

Y/n as for her, had passed one hand in the long silver hair of the prince and the other in the back of him, pressing him against her. Never in her life had she felt such pleasure, she wondered how this could be possible and if this pleasure could be greater. It was not long before the answer arrived, the prince’s lips had just landed on his chest, a small electric shock will run through his body. His moan was most melodious to Daemon’s ears.

“D… Daemon… please take me.”

“I already have you in my arms jorrāelagon.”

“No… More… I want you in me.”

“Not now, my love, soon.”

Daemon had just answered by whispering his words in the ear of Y/n. The prince retreated from the young woman, observing the body below him, naked and warm, the lips of the young woman were slightly swollen due to their repeated kissing. How the young woman’s breasts moved with each breath, admiring the freshly marked hiccups on them.

The prince’s hands were placed in the hollow of the young woman’s thighs, at each caress he felt the warmth calling from the most desired of them.

The moan of Y/n when she felt the prince’s lips against his inferior lips gorged with blood made the prince moan with a moan. From an appetite that no one knew him, he began to devour her. The hand in her hair that grabbed her hair only encouraged him. His penis had become painful, he began to rub gently against the soft sheets of the bed, trying to relieve the pressure in his sex.

“I… I want to taste you.”

With her ears hissing, Daemon looked at the young girl while continuing to lick her lips and suck her pimple of pleasure. He growled once again, imagining how his beloved’s mouth would be against his sex, the warmth and moisture that would come from it, the pleasure that would be felt when he sucks it. He had to hold back to get up and enter with him. It was against his heart that he left his meal.

“Although I would love it tonight, I want you to know what real pleasure is. You can do anything to me afterwards.”

Y/n who already felt his body burning, was moved by the prince’s tenderness. She got up with the help of her elbows and hurried to kiss Daemon, placing her arms around her neck, she rested on the mattress, dragging the prince with her, feeling the penis gorging blood against her clitoris, she moans, moving her legs so that Daemon is better placed against her. She gently moved her hips causing a friction of two bodies. Daemon bit Y/n.

“D… Daemon”

“I know my love.”

In a movement of hand and hip, Daemon slowly entered in Y/n, the walls of his lover made him moan, he had to hold back from falling on her so much the pleasure felt he lost his feet. The young woman felt a slight pain due to her lack of activity. But this pain was quickly replaced by a ball of pleasure that was placed in her belly. She felt every movement of the prince, every breath, every coming and going. She placed her legs against the prince’s hips. Moaning at every move. Daemon’s head placed in the hollow of Y/n’s neck moaned, wondering if such a pleasure could be real. Y/n moved his hands behind the prince’s back, wanting him closest to her, the rubbing of their bodies giving them much more pleasure. Daemon felt the nails of Y/n entered his flesh, which made him move his hips with more force. He was content that if he moved too fast, his own pleasure would take over and that’s not what he wanted. Y/n must have felt as much pleasure as he did. No change of position, no acrobatics, only the movement of their bodies and their kisses were necessary.

Y/n’s thighs were beginning to tremble, his erratic moans, the climax of his pleasure was a click for the prince. He accelerated the pace, feeling his penis quivering in the trembling walls. A flash of lightning ran through their bodies at the time of orgasm. No scream to make the walls tremble, just their moans and breaths rampage.

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Slowly coming to their senses, Daemon had his head resting on Y/n’s breasts, both still connecting. The young woman caressed the prince’s hair, feeling the week of her lover in her.

“I love you.”

Daemon gently lifted his head, staring softly Y/.

“Avy jorrāelan tolī, ñuha zaldrītsos.”

Daemon laid several kisses on the skin accessible to her mouth, caressing the arms of the young woman. Y/n offered to take a bath, Daemon smiled and asked her if a servant was present when the answer was negative. Daemon grumbled that the bath could wait a few minutes, wanting to stay a few more moments in it. Y/n rie for a few seconds, continuing to stroke Daemon’s hair. The bath could wait, although to the mention that they take it both together, made Daemon think.

It was he who poured hot water into the bathtub, the young woman being unable to move her legs, he was proud of it.

Translation: Love / jorrāelagon

I love you too, my little dragon / Avy jorrāelan tolī, ñuha zaldrītsos

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wttcsms · 1 month

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with the limited time i have to work on writing, there are just certain fics that i like more than others lol, and it'll show bc you'll actually see that i put thought and care into the writing and the overall story telling & i just wanted to share some of the fics i've been working on that i personally feel like will showcase my most thoughtful writing:

of course, daylight is at the top of the list. probably going to be the longest piece i write (at least 150k words upon completion), there was just a lot of time spent in figuring out the themes and characterization and handling tough conversations & it is something i am most proud of.

the royal au war general x scholar's daughter concept is most likely going to be given to nanami & i really love the juxtaposition of their roles in the relationship. so we have the hardened war general who just wants peace and solitude, and we have this lovely young woman and she is trying to figure out her standing in this world, and she's incredibly intelligent and insightful but there's an underlying naïveté due to her youth (compared to the general) & there's a lot of push and pull b because she is certain that he is what she wants and he has these ideas of being "moral" and "doing the just thing" which is trying to put a stop to her advances, but it's hard because he is in need of this companionship, she (reader) is the sweetest thing, the gentlest/most healing presence in his life, so is it really worth destroying her hopes and dreams and his sanity all in some "noble" attempt for her to find someone "better"?

similarly, soldier honorably discharged and struggling to acclimate to civilian life. this touches much more on trauma and grief; how grief doesn't go away entirely, and how past experiences still impact our lives well down the road into the future but how it doesn't have to be our worst defining trait. i've discussed a scene that i really love with a friend, and it's essentially how on the battlefield, this soldier knows that you don't leave your comrade behind. and it's an innocent scene where you (the mother of his children) are calling your kids to get out of the backyard and come inside the house, and the youngest daughter trips and falls, shouts out "wait for me!" but her older sister turns around, looks at her, and then continues onwards to back home. and the soldier (this is well into the future, so some people would assume "oh he should be over his trauma, over his memories on the battlefield) raises his voice inside the house for one of the first times ever. and he's staring at his daughter, and is like "why would you do that, why would you leave her behind, you don’t leave her behind"

#sorry a lot of this is war related it's just my current hyperfixation #and just something that with my current mindset i really enjoy writing about #but i hope this isn't too heavy for my readers' preferences LOL #let me know ur thoughts!

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heraldofcrow · 1 year

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The Cainhurst Royal Family

Hello. I am HeraldOfCrow and I stole an idea from LITERALLY TWO of my mutuals. We have all entered the same hell-pit of mad obsession together and likely have fried our brains. Thus I will ALSO be revealing my headcanons about the Cainhurst family portraits. The holy trinity must be completed, and I am the third piece.

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Oh, look who’s using the exact same portrait compilation. I am very original.

So, the headcanon that Katy shared about Caryll being the artist of these portraits? I love it. Canon.

Also, because I have woven most of my personal headcanons about these figures into my fic about Bloody Crow, I will refrain from being purely indulgent and list both the “General Headcanon” that most Bloodborne fans would be able to accept, and the “Personal Headcanon” which is my completely fabricated worldbuilidng based on very flimsy evidence.

Let’s jump right to the obvious one!

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General Headcanon: The woman on the left is Annalise, the first ever Child of Blood born to Cainhurst nobles and therefore the first of their Undead. The woman on the right is her mother, the former Queen of Cainhurst.

Personal Headcanon: Annalise and her mother, Claudia. Claudia has chestnut brown hair with hints of red and Annalise was a full-blown natural redhead. Annalise was also Cainhurst’s golden child, and was Claudia’s firstborn. Anna was considered to be the most beautiful woman in Cainurst, and had countless suitors over the years. Everyone wanted to be her consort, and to partake in her blood. The promise of beauty and immortality was too much to bear for them, and this is why the Church detested Anna simply for existing. They considered her an immortal siren witch that seduced innocents into sin and defilement.

Anna herself was no such person, but did learn to embrace the corrupted image as a weapon to use against her enemies. She had no other choice, as she was born into her position and was hated by a powerful authority she did not know or even begin a conflict with. Initially a sweet and well-meaning child, she became cold, calculating, manipulative, and ruthless over the years, learning from her mother. However, her public image remained the same in Cainhurst, and she was perceived as an entirely benevolent and graceful queen. Annalise remained alive for an unknown number of years even after her people were massacred. Claudia died of her old age.

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General Headcanon: Lady Evelyn, dame commander of the knight’s cavalry, and her husband, captain of the mounted brigade. Evelyn was the sister of Annalise’s mother and therefore Annalise’s aunt. She sports the vivid red hair that Annalise seemingly inherited as well. Evelyn was the one for whom the knight’s pistol was named.

Personal Headcanon: Evelyn was Claudia’s elder sister and was initially in line to inherit the throne. However, when Claudia gave birth to the Child of Blood instead of Evelyn, the line of succession was changed. Evelyn, snubbed and overlooked, took up the mantle of organizing and commanding the knights. She disposed of any bestial threats from outside of Cainhurst and even from within, should the nobles become too drunk. When the blood was brought to Cainhurst initially, Evelyn did not partake in it. Yet after a time she realized that her age would affect her ability to fight, and gave in, receiving a gracious offering from Annalise.

Her hair turned white upon consumption, and she wore it styled in a ribboned ponytail thereafter. The knights, who adored her, imitated the style with their wigs. The pistol was also named after her, since she was the one to modify it and popularize it. She was an excellent sharpshooter, and commanded her troops with stern and strict council. A stoic and formal woman, she was the complete opposite of her notoriously flamboyant sister.

Evelyn’s husband was Lord Benedict, captain of the mounted brigade that would ride out to defend the gates and bridge leading into Cainhurst. He would have been that knight on horseback we fought had the enemy not been cut. Benedict himself was more of a bombastic showman. His relationship with Evelyn was one of businesslike professionalism. Their marriage was an arranged union, and lacked any amorous connection. However, they did have two children—Leo, the Vileblood drifter from cut content, and a daughter named Agatha, who took up her mother’s position later on. The family had a theme of being cast aside in favor of others, and so neither of Evelyn’s children ever received portraits. The children were lost/killed during the Cainhurst massacre along with their father. Evelyn died of mysterious poisoning a few years prior.

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General Headcanon: Captain of the castle guard/defense (the gargoyle, lost children of antiquity faction), and his elder sister, the queen before Annalise’s mother, hence the grandmother of Annalise.

Personal Headcanon: The man is Captain Alexander, the head of the castle’s guard. Not the royal guard that defended Annalise, but strictly the “gargoyle” watchmen, or the lost children of antiquity that wear old-fashioned, metallic knight armor. The woman is his elder sister, Zofia, who gave birth to Claudia and Evelyn. Both Zofia and Alexander were austere and cold, adhering to the ways and traditions of their generation, and looking down on the madness that befell their children. Neither of them ever partook in the blood, but believed that they could honor and tap into their Pthumerian heritage without the aid of an external medium. Evelyn was far more like her mother, and the two were closer than Zofia and Claudia ever were. Claudia was half the reason the Cainhurst aristocracy underwent such drastic changes in its latter years, but the children of Evelyn and by extent, Zofia, never forgave the slight.

On another note, Alexander was the grandfather of Lady Maria and Bloody Crow. This is where it gets really self-indulgent and nonsensical, but what I wrote for Maria and Crow was simply this—They were brother and sister, both being the trueborn children of Dominic, son of Alexander, and Clarice, daughter of a lesser Cainhurst noble that held power in Hemwick. Dominic was the captain of the royal guard that defended the queens…both Claudia and Annalise.

Claudia and Dominic were cousins, and thus closer in age. Maria, Bloody Crow (whom I have named Luther), and Annalise were in the same age range. They were friends as children. Maria and Luther, like Annalise, were “golden children,” but they were wayward, and fled Cainhurst in their youth. Maria went on to become the apprentice of Gehrman and eventually one of the greatest beast hunters to ever walk the earth. Maria had also been a knight under Evelyn prior to leaving, and had mastered the art of quickening in her early youth. She was a Cainhurst prodigy through and through, even naturally born with the silver hair of a Pthumerian and the boiling blood of her ancestors. Her absence from Cainhurst was considered a great loss.

Luther was likewise a prodigy, and became nigh invincible when he transitioned into a Vileblood in his later life. With his sister’s gift, he could quicken effortlessly, and his training as a crow among the Hunters of Hunters in secret led him to be even more formidable. The dark-clad, silver-haired crow of Cainhurst was considered a demonic terror and a vengeful spirit of wrath incarnate when he was at his peak. Such a dark and mysterious figure was one even Logarius was known to have greatly feared. There was no other like the Bloody Crow of Cainhurst.

So, overall…it was a fascinating line that descended from Alexander and Zofia. Both died of old age.

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General Headcanon: Last generation captain of Annalise’s guard on the left, as well as her younger brother. On the right, Logarius the Executioner and future king consort.

Personal Headcanon: So, for the pretty boys we have Theodore and Logarius. Theo was the beloved younger brother of Annalise and was known, in a similar manner as his sister, for his youthful glamor. He notably inherited his mother’s more chestnut brown hair. He was not immortal, but very long-lived and appeared quite young even in his elder years. A popular court presence, Theo was well loved by his people and never felt as though he lived in his sister’s shadow. He was the last royal captain and the one to succeed Dominic after the latter’s premature death in combat. His loyalty was strong, and he led the guards to retrieve blood dregs for Annalise. This he did out of duty and love, with Annalise also rewarding him on occasion with her blood. His life was only extended by the gift, and he relished it.

As for Logarius, he was a foreigner from a Hungarian-coded land where the family of Cainhurst executioners often hailed from. Logarius’ name is, interestingly, Hungarian in the non-Anglicized translation, and is actually the place name of a district in Oradea, a Romanian city within a sub-region of Transylvania. The city district is called Rogeriusz, if anyone is curious.

So, Logarius was a foreigner raised in Cainhurst and brought up to be an Executioner for the royal family…the type that would carry out the court punishments for criminals or traitors. He was chosen and arranged to be wed to Annalise in his early youth, hence his kingly garb and portrait. But Logarius had higher ambitions, and wanted the throne entirely for his own. He rabidly craved power and immortality, which led him to commit dangerous and treasonous acts against his family. Upon discovery, the aristocracy exiled him and chose a different consort for Annalise. Logarius swore his revenge and set out upon an executioner’s crusade, using a certain holy church to gain leverage over the years. He eventually became the ruin of his people and took his frigid throne in vain. He died by the hand of a strange, intrusive hunter years later. Theo was slain in the Cainhurst massacre.

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General Headcanon: Top left was the daughter of the castle guard captain and cousin to Annalise’s mother. Top right was a renowned Cainhurst scientist that invented Numbing Mist and worked to modernize the weaponry of Cainhurst warriors. Also served as an ambassador to the foreign Japan-coded country that brought gifts like the Chikage and Rakuyo. Bottom portrait is a famous Cainhurst scholar and keeper of the ancient library. Counterpart to the scientist.

Personal Headcanon: The noblewoman in the white dress is Diane, firstborn daughter of Captain Alexander and sister to Dominic, thereby making her the aunt of Lady Maria and Luther, the Bloody Crow. Had Zofia’s children not survived, Diane would have taken the throne, and so this is why she received a portrait alongside her father. She, like her father, was traditional and did not often engage in the goings-on of later Cainhurst. She was also close with Lady Maria and the two shared a love of astronomy and botany.

The bell ringing-type woman was of more direct Pthumerian descent than several of the nobles and possessed inhuman intelligence for it. Her name was Charlotte, and it was from her that the Iosefka twins (My names are: Iosefka and Karolina) were descended. Charlotte spoke several languages fluently, including the ancient tongue of Pthumeru and the Eastern language of the Japanese-coded allies. As such, she was an ambassador for Cainhurst and was the reason the country received strong intercultural enrichment prior to the Vileblood revolution. Charlotte was the inventor of numbing mist as well, and was known for being a learned alchemist, scientist, astronomer, crafter, and interpreter. From a distance, she admired the trick weapon techniques that Gehrman employed in the old workshop and began to modify Cainhurst’s weapons to be more advanced. She specifcally commissioned and helped craft weapons like the Chikage, Rakuyo, and Reiterpallasch, as well as adopting the method of using quicksilver bullets for Cainhurst arms.

Charlotte was brilliant and obsessive as a scientist, pushing Cainhurst rapidly into a more modern and functional standard of life. Her inventions were famed and earned her a widespread amount of respect and admiration from different countries around the world.

Lastly, the man in red is the cut content Cainhurst librarian named Beltran. (Yes, mutuals I share the headcanon). He was a scholar well-versed in the histories of Cainhurst, the Pthumerian people, the Great Ones, and the cosmic mythologies. Like Charlotte, he spoke many different languages and studied ancient cultures for the sake of enriching his knowledge of the world around him. He was also a provost of the royal academy at Cainhurst before Byrgenwerth became the new hotspot. He sent his son, Laurence, to the new college for a higher education, but the two grew apart due to the rift that arose between Cainhurst and Byrgenwerth at the time. The advent of the Vilebloods did no one any favors, and Laurence left behind his heritage willingly. Beltran remained in Cainhurst until his death, counseling the aristocracy and tutoring their children. The “Beltran is Laurence’s father” theory stems from that damn pendant, in case you’re wondering.

These three nobles met their deaths in a variety of ways. Diane committed suicide during the peak of the Cainhurst-Healing Church conflict, Charlotte died/disappeared under unknown circumstances during a visit to the Pthumerian tombs, and Beltran contracted an illness and passed on a few years before the Cainhurst genocide. He never reconciled with his son.

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Additional Notes:

—The Cainhurst baby pictured with the mother of Annalise is mysterious to me, but I have settled on the headcanon that it is Arianna. Arianna does wear a scarlet noble’s dress, and her blood is special enough to mark her as a worthy vessel for the birth of a Great One’s child. The way her hair loses its color in the same manner Annalise’s did makes me think she would have to be a very close relative. So, yes…the blond-haired, red-clad potato child is Arianna in my eyes. She likely escaped Cainhurst as a child during the genocide and was raised in Yharnam.

—I think the bell-ringing woman would have been considered a witch by the Healing Church and was maybe a target they felt needed to be eliminated. The Iosefka twins could have been her daughters or granddaughters, brilliant and talented scientists themselves, but wary of the Church upon discovering their heritage.

—In my eyes, all of these people pictured, with the exception of Alexander, Zofia and Logarius, imbibed the forbidden blood at some point in their lives and became true Vilebloods. Only Annalise was immortal, but the rest were long-lived and passed the trait to their children biologically.

—Cainhurst puts quite a bit of emphasis on their queens and mothers. I believe this is why the woman heirs are prevalent in depictions.

—The theory about Alfred being of Cainhurst descent is fascinating to me, but I am not sure if I adopt the headcanon yet. However, he does appear to have absurd strength and his golden-haired appearance (bearing similarity to Arianna) naturally summons the thought.

—I have headcanoned these people as mostly related because I think it would make sense for these portraits to be “the royal family album,” with a few exceptions made for the relevant figures that were more distantly related.

—Logarius’s portrait was not replaced with an image of the next kingly-robed consort because of secrecy. The royal family wanted to arrange the marriage in a secluded manner, so as to avoid revealing the identity of the next king. This was at the time when the conflict with the Healing Church was at its worst, and Logarius was deliberately seeking out the next king of Cainhurst.

—None of this is anything close to canon, but as someone obsessed with Cainhurst and who wants to develop a in-depth lore for their culture and history, I felt like it was worth it to at least try to imagine who these people might be and how they are connected to the actual canon. However, I understand that this is literally on the level of fan-fiction and that I am using these headcanons for the BASIS of a fic, so please don’t take this very seriously. Hopefully, I will be able to complete a reference post in the future with more general headcanons that are not so specific to me, and that more people can actually enjoy.

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So, that’s it for now! Thanks @fantomette22 and @katyspersonal for inspiring me to finally do this! This will make a fantastic reference for my writing in the future, and I couldn’t have gotten the energy to do it without you guys. I adore both of your headcanons posts as well, and I love how different but similar our ideas are! I’m living for the diversity, and hopefully people like our crazy ramblings about these rich Cainhurst snobs 😅🙌

#bloodborne #cainhurst #cainhurst portraits #bloodborne headcanons #bloodborne theories #annalise queen of the vilebloods #lady evelyn #martyr logarius #vileblood drifter leo #lady maria of the astral clocktower #bloody crow of cainhurst #iosefka #fauxefka #writing reference #fic reference #mutuals #long post #CrowNotes

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purpleandstarlight · 9 months

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Some time ago I said I would make a post about my opinion on various of the kuro characters' stance on the LGBTQA+ community so here It comes i guess. Gonna be a pretty long post I suppose.

Starting off with what may be a hot take: o!Ciel ain't homophobic or transphobic or anything. Yana may write him like that, but I feel like that's her problem and not his. It makes basically no sense with his character. He's just a dude trying to live his life and he canonically doesn't judge people for going against what society thinks should be the "norm" (His speech defending Snake in the Campania arc, to name one instance). He HIMSELF doesn't really follow the "norm" of a noble of that time period (Treats his human servants (so not Sebastian) like actual human beings and even family, doesn't seem to go to church or leave his house for fun much, hates socializing and going to parties). I personally even read him as aroace!

Plus he canonically read (or was at least knowledgeable about) Carmilla, wich I never read but from what I hear was gay Dracula before Dracula was invented.

That said, in modern era he WOULD make gay funtom merchandise for pride month only for the profit and not to stand by the gays. Not because he's homophobic, he just doesn't care about being so public in his support for the community if not for that sweet, sweet money. Tiny capitalist child. Awful little man.

Now, if you want to blame a Phantomhive for being homophobic...that's R!Ciel. An actually alive, not bizarre doll R!Ciel could be convinced of the LGBTQA+ community not being bad IF (and only if) his brother was a part of it and o!Ciel slowly educated him on what not to say or think. Like not even the knowledge that his father is the most bisexual person alive would convince him, he'd just live in denial. But we know that o!Ciel is sacred for him. "If brother says this, then it's the truth."

Bizarre doll R!Ciel is like those mums that go "I'm fine with gay people I just think that [insert extremely homophobic statement here]". He also says stuff like "The A in the LGBTQA+ community stands for Ally :)"

Lizzie is very nice and openly supportive, but WILL get sometimes flustered in front of two gay people being gay. She will also sometimes stumble and say something bad by mistake, but she immediately corrects her behavior as soon as she's explained that what she said wasn't right.

Tanaka? Complete Ally. No boomer behavior from the Grandpa ever.

Mei Rin? Ally. She is also a total lesbian who just hasn't come to terms with it yet, though. So for now she just says she's an Ally and moves on.

Finny is also an Ally who just doesn't get he's part of the community yet. He's aroace and doesn't know it.

Bard says he's an Ally, but the fact is that the only gay person he doesn't support is himself. Had his bi awakening after working with Sebastian at the Manor but denies it to himself like o!Ciel denies himself love and happiness.

Speaking of Sebastian, he's a very homophobic gay being. Not with himself. He knows he ain't straight and isn't upset about it. But if another person drops hints that they are, he's mad about it and WONT support them. Unless it's Agni. If it's Agni, he's EXTREMELY happy about it...

Agni is either Bi or a complete Ally.

Soma is the token straight friend. He's a complete Ally tho. Doesn't even hesitate. "Oh you're into men? That's cool! I'm into curry :)"

William is aroace and okay with that but he's also homophobic and transphobic.

Ronald is either Bi or another "token straight, ally friend"

Bonus: more sexuality headcanons!

Undertaker gives me big homosexual vibes but I also believe in the theory that him and Claudia had a thing, so I'll say pan.

Sieglinde is a lesbian. Had her first girl crush on Lizzie.

Grelle is obviously and canonically a trans woman and proud but imo she STILL needs to understand that men aren't her thing. Women are. She's in denial.

Also headcanon that in a modern era she would fucking hate the trans flag colours bc there's no deep red in it wich means she doesn't know how to incorporate it with her aesthetic.

Othello is ace. Idk if he's aro too or at least into women, but he's ace.

Alois is only into guys but also ace. @weeb-cheese showed me the light when they said he looked aroace to them. I can't completely buy the aro part but i am 100% sold on him being ace.

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callmeklair · 7 months

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declaration

Chapter three

“do you wanna practice dancing with me at my house?”

- Yui’s Classroom, Ryoutei Academy :

"Kyaaa! Did you all see the notice board!? The annual prom is coming up, and it's going to be more lavish and exquisite this time than last years’." A female student exclaimed while talking to her other friends, who had surrounded themselves around her bench in a circle. Yui, who was sitting just beside them, heard their squealing.

‘Prom...huh’ She has never attended a prom before as she was raised in church and went to some religious schools in her childhood. She wanted to attend it, yet at the same time not. One, because of her inexperience in dance, she doubts she won’t step on her partner’s or someone else's foot and second, will she even be able to find an escort? Well some boys have come here and there to her, but that was only for notes, nothing else. And as for Sakamakis and Mukamis, these both families’ boys are popular among girls, especially Sakamakis and Kou Mukami.

‘Never mind, I won’t attend. In fact I can stay home and study for my finals, rather than wasting time on something I can't even do.’

“Komori-san! What do you think? Are you gonna join?” The female student who was screaming excitedly about this whole prom thing, asked Yui.

“Huh? Oh no. I am not good at dancing and I would rather study and prepare for my finals by sitting at home. My maths is weak, so it’s a good opportunity.” With a smile she gave the student an honest answer and continued reading the book she borrowed from the library a few days ago.

“Oh no no no Yui. Prom is not all about dance, you know. There are many more things to do. Like best dress award, music, chatting, taking photos, having some time with your love- i mean friends. And on top of that, there will be so much food! It’s the most refreshing thing ever. You should give it a try.” The girl pleaded with Yui after rambling about the pros of attending prom as the blonde woman can’t do anything but shake her head and said she will think about it. Yui’s answer made the hope in the latter girl’s eyes sparkle and she introduced herself as Aria.

After the first half of classes ended, Yui headed towards the rooftop to eat her snacks as it was recess time now. Aria, actually, pestered Yui to join her but she declined as she wanted to spend her time alone.

"Should I participate?" Yui mumbled to herself.

"Participate in what?"

'Huh!?' a voice questioned back her mumbling.

When she turned her head around, she saw fluttering pink hair in the air, coming towards her.

"Shin-kun? What are you doing here?"

"Hmm? I asked a question first."

…

"Oh! Sorry Shin. I was thinking about whether I should participate in prom or not. I don't know how to dance. Even though it's not all about dance, one way or another I gotta dance if someone asks me. So I was just pondering on that."

When Yui looked up, she swears she didn’t mistake out his widened eyes, only if it was for a nanosecond.

"Prom? They are like balls right?" Shin asked, bending down to sit beside her.

"Uh-yeah that only."

"I can dance."

"Huh? You mean, you are gonna attend, shin-kun?"

"Yeah, just that, I was thinking of taking you as my partner because I am a new student and don't know anyone but now you are saying you might not participate so I doubt it now."

"You shouldn't change your decision just because of me."

"And why shouldn't I?"

"Are you really going to be happy to have me as your dance partner?”

"...what?" Yui's voiced out fear made shin surprised and confused at the same time

"I mean, haha, I can't dance and not only that I'm not a good socializing person, plus I don't have any noble etiquettes and manners. You are aware of the fact that this school is where high class people attend and that is why the prom is all about noble life." She tried to reason out her words.

– "Dad! Dad! Dad! Will you take me to the zoo today? You promised last week." a little, seven years old, Yui asks her dad, who is seen to be working on some 'church' paperwork.

– "of course I will! After all I promised." he said while offering his pinky out, which Yui gladly intertwined with hers.

– "Really?! Thank you so much dad, I love you!"

– By the next few hours, Yui and her dad were seen to be travelling around the zoo, watching various animals and feeding them. Her dad held her up, high, on his shoulders to make it easier for her to see through the huge crowd.

– She has always cherished moments like this with her dad, who have done everything possible for her in her childhood.

– But when the truth about her unknown birth was revealed in the Sakamaki mansion, she was broken.

– Did he abandon her in a place filled with blood thirsty because she wasn't his child and becoming a burden, the more she grew up?

– Were those memories, that she cherished the most from her young age, fake? Did he create those memories with her so that he isn't guilty later?

– It's… awful.

"...ui? Yui? Yui?!"

A distant voice brought her back from her idle state.

"What's wrong? You look pale?" Shin said as he brought his hand up to check her temperature.

"It's nothing! I'm just feeling under the weather because of overwork... maybe? I'll go and visit the infirmary." Yui didn't allow his hand to reach her and stood up in a hurry, trying to dash off. Her head was throbbing. Very badly. Her eyes were burning.

"Yui- wait." He caught her hand in a hurry which resulted in both of them losing their balance and falling on each other. Yui above Shin. Their faces inches away. Noses nearly touching.

Sherbet met golden and a spark of light tinged within both of them.

"Are you okay!? I'm really sorry for this." Shin apologized and Yui stood up, blushing crazily.

"I-im okay."

"Um… so…"

"...?"

"Yeah I wanted to ask, do you wanna practice dancing with me at my house?"

"What?"

"You heard that. I am asking you to come and p-practice dancing with me." He turned his head around, coughing a little.

Meanwhile Yui just looked at him like he had gone crazy. Practice dancing with her? Is he serious!? No one has ever asked her something like this. Should she go?

"I'll tell you by tomorrow" with that she ran to her class and avoided all possibilities to meet with Shin for the whole day, until she reached home.

– Yui's room, Sakamaki mansion:

'Is he crazy or something? Asking me to come to his house to practice dancing!?'

"Arghhhhh!" Yui shouted, while covering her screams with a pillow on her face. She didn't have any problem with all these, but she is not sure if the people who are protecting her from the so-called founders would allow it. Even if they do, one of them will secretly spy.

She doesn't want to depend on them for her every decision and her movements of freedom. She doesn't want to rely on them, but no matter how strong willed she sounds they won't let it happen.

To be honest, at first, she really wanted to attend prom and dance, which she has never done. She is very excited about it. Even though she can't dance, she would have spent her time eating and roaming around but there would've been no one to talk with her. So she gave up the idea.

But now…

Aria's sweet excited smile flashed through Yui's mind and Shin's proposal for practicing dance together so they can go to prom together as partners.

She has reasons to go now. At least two-three reasons.

"Ugh! Eugh! Argh!" Yui screamed again and this time instead of hiding her voice through a pillow, she hit it in frustration.

"Why are you harassing that pillow??!" A low groan came from beside Yui.

"Yuma?"

"You forgot '-kun'"

"I-" in frustration, she forgot to put honorifics and she couldn't care less about it.

"Anyways, why were you hitting that pillow, huh?"

"Don't tell me…" yui stammered.

"Yeah yeah, I saw everything." Yuma blurted out.

"oh no-" Yui blushed as she realised that Yuma saw her childish tantrum.

"You still didn't answer my question?"

"Uh that… I was just thinking about some stuff?"

"Some stuff ya' say" his tone sounded like he didn't believe her words. But what can Yui say, she wasn't actually being truthful nor was she totally lying.

"You know you can be very honest with me. I won't tell anyone."

That's some change in Yuma's attitude Yui saw. He is not that straightforward or open with his words. And today he is telling Yui to…

"It's nothing, I was just thinking about the upcoming prom."

"Oh, something like that exists."

Yui takes a deep breath trying to calm herself down and not to answer back with sarcasm but it fails.

"Yes it does." She gave out a bright smile, her eyes closed in a crescent moon form. Shining rays radiating from her, giving out sarcastic vibes.

"Anyways. So, what did that have to do with that innocent pillow's harassment."

"I don't know how to dance..."

"Still don't reason out?"

"One of my friends told me to visit their home to practice dancing."

"You have friends?"

"Yeah I do. Just made a few a while ago in school."

"Oi! Don't think I'm being sarcastic and get offended. I'm just saying that it's good. At least you won't be lonely anymore…" he mumbled the last part to himself.

"....?" Yui looked at him with confusion.

"So? What's the problem with that?"

"You know already. I won't be allowed to go anywhere by you people."

"Well I won't deny that"

"At least give me freedom of choices for just once. Just once. It's just visiting a friend's house for practice."

"Who is that friend of yours?"

Shoot. Yui didn't know how she would reply to that. Both the families have been vary of the two new transferred students.

"Someone"

"Someone who?"

"..."

"…"

"..."

"Are you hiding something?"

“You know what, nevermind. I think I should rather study than to attend prom.” with a sullen look she tried to shoo off Yuma. but it was already too late.

“Hey…”

She glanced up and,

“If you wanna, then you can go. Just for this once okay. And if you notice anything suspicious, then do send ya’ live location through that smartphone we gave you.”

Her eyes sparkled, patting her own back in her mind for succeeding in using her puppy tactic.

“Really!? Thank you so much!”

In the end, she finally got her freedom. She can finally go somewhere with her free will without being kept an eye on and with no fear.

#diabolik lovers #yui komori #dialovers #komori yui #diabolik lovers fandom #diabolik lovers yui #shin tsukinami #shin x yui #yuma mukami #yui x yuma #diabolik lovers fanfic #diabolik lovers fanfiction

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angeygirl · 11 months

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Dave Miller X reader: In which Dave and the author both embarrass themselves

Saw a post by @dovewingkinnie and took it as a writing prompt lol, Anyway, enjoy Dave being pathetic and socially oblivious.

Uh, alternate timeline where there's not as much of an age gap? Also he's less grouchy then normal but there's a reason for that

Probably cringe but I am free

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Today really could have gone better. An angry mom had decided to take out her son’s “ruined” birthday on you, when you saw the whole thing and could confirm that he was the one who started the fight. He was like 11 and picking on a 7 year old, why wouldn’t you get involved? You hadn’t even been that rough with him, kid was just a brat who couldn’t take being told no. But now here you stood, enduring the barrage of insults to your intelligence and demands to speak with a manager. You weren't paid enough for this.

“Alright, what’s all this?” A voice rasped lazily. Oh great. Dave was on day shift again. Honestly, who let this man be around children? The boy who supposedly couldn’t do anything wrong cowered behind his ‘noble’ mother, who took a few paces back. Sure, tall people could be intimidating, but it was more about Dave having the worst vibes, worst posture and worst breath of just about anyone you knew.

“This one here” The woman snapped with a gesture at you. “interrupted a harmless game my son was playing with one of this little friends. He plays with smaller children all the time and I promise no one ever gets hurt. Someone was just trying to play hero and completely ruined the day.”

Dave quirked an eye brow and looked at you.

You glance at the floor. “That’s not really what happened...” Trying to drown the kid in the ball pit despite the younger one’s protests didn’t sound like harmless fun.

Dave shrugged. “Seems like you’re makin’ more of a ruckus then anyone here.”

The woman began to launch a tirade against Dave, who only stared at her blankly and mumbled ‘yeah yeah, care to get out?’. It wasn’t long before the attack began to have an effect. Something about the guard seemed timid as the woman's voice rose. “And speaking of the employees in this place, do they not have any hiring standards? Why you have to be the most unqualified guard I’ve ever seen. Have you even showered?”

“Just last Friday.” He says with a tiny smirk.

Her face crinkles. “Disgusting. You’re disgusting. And so is this place.”

“You said that already. Now would you care to get out?”

“Not until I get a refund!”

“We don’t give refunds. Says so at the counter.”

“Where’s your-”

“Manager’s in the back stuffing bodies in the animatronics. Want me to get him?”

You don’t outright shudder, but it did always make you uneasy how comfortable Dave was with disturbing jokes.

The woman’s nose wrinkles again. “You really think that is appropriate to say? In the restaurant it was rumoured to happen? With a child right here?”

“Eh, kids love gory stuff like that. Now if our restaurant is so crap, why don’t you just leave?”

The woman grabs her son’s hand and storms out of the building. Dave grins at you with his crooked smile. “That takes care of that.”

“Yeah.” You roll your eyes. “Thanks for coming to my rescue.”

Dave’s grin turns a little shy. “Rescue?”

You shrug. “I dunno.”

He slouches nervously. “What do you mean by rescue?”

“Uh? Nothing really. I mean I guess you could say you vanquished a 'witch' on my behalf.” You add with a chuckle.

Dave smiles sheepishly.

The rest of the afternoon passes uneventfully. You take a quick break before your shift closes out, only to find Dave in the break room fumbling with the coffee pot.

He smiles when he notices you, and slides into the chair next to yours. You try not to scoot your chair back, but even without the invasion of your personal space, his breath is just nasty.

“So… are you doing anything this weekend?” He asks.

“Uh… not much, just going to see a movie with my friends.”

He nods. “I see. There’s only one movie theater in town, I assume you’d go there?”

“I guess so.” You scoot back just a little.

“When?”

“I dunno, we haven't worked it out yet.”

Dave nods and sips his coffee without breaking eye contact.

“What about you?”

He glances away. “Uh… well, I supposed I’m an open book. Haven't decided on anything yet but that just means I’m free if someone were to... invite me to something.”

You nod uncertainly.

“Or! or maybe I’ll just sleep, who knows? Heh.”

“Yeah, you look like you need it, buddy.”

He cracks a shy little smile. The next day passes without much incident, but you notice Dave is definitely trying to chat it up more then usual. On your lunch break you find him sulking in the break room.

“You ok there Dave?”

He sort of whimpers. “Fine.”

“Dave, you are never fine.”

He glares up at you. “Didn’t think I’d need a lunch, turns out I do. And I refuse to touch the pizza in this place.”

You sit down and open your bag, somehow feeling too bad for him not to help. “I’ve got a turkey sandwich here if you want to split it.”

He perks up immediately. “You mean that?”

“Yeah, I guess so.” You hand Dave half of the sandwich and it’s down his throat before you realize he took it. You look up in shock while he smiles awkwardly.

“Uh th-thanks.”

“Yeah... No problem?”

He turns away and giggles slightly, yes, giggles like a shy school girl. He’s annoyingly friendly the rest of the day, but all at once, pulls back and won’t speak. No wonder he was considered the office creep. His weird behaviour rolls over to the next day. At this point you’re best off trying to ignore him, but it’s hard. He’s got such a pleading look on his face while he stumbles through small talk that you don’t know how to tell him off. Luckily the shift manager notices him abandoning his ‘post’ and barks at him to get back to work.

The manager pulls you aside. “You ok there? Looks like Miller won’t leave you alone.”

You nod. “Yeah, he’s not creeping or anything, It’s just annoying.”

“If he tries any funny business, we'll move him back to the night shift, should probably get him on night shift anyway since he refuses to shower.”

You and Dave manage to avoid each other the rest of the day, but as you pack up your things to leave, Dave slides a note over to you and shuffles off. He hangs by the doorway a moment, watching to see if you’ll read it and then scurries away.

You unfold the piece of paper.

‘meet me outside freddy’s at 7’

Oh. No.

Oh no.

No, no, NO!

Dave just awkward, right? Harmlessly awkward, socially clumsy and too forgetful to shower or pack a lunch, right? He wasn't thinking of luring you to the back of Freddy’s around closing time to be less suspicious and then kidnap you or anything, was he? Maybe it was just your manager’s warning putting that idea in your head, but frankly you didn’t think it would be worth it.

You feel a gaze on the back of your neck and realize Dave is still behind you. You shove the note in your pocket and head home. Once there you do some chores, make yourself dinner and settle down to watch TV. It’s almost quarter past seven when you remember the note in your pocket. You take it out a reread it.

“Maybe I’m overthinking...” Dave did seem pretty harmless but honestly, why would you even want to meet up with him? You toss the note in the trash and don’t think about it the rest of the night.

By the next morning you almost forgot about the note, so it takes you a good while to understand why Dave looks so much more sulky then normal. His slouch is less lazy and more sad and he almost seems to be pouting, just a little. Then again, his face was usually locked into one weird expression or another.

The worst thing of it was the way he tilted his head down and looked up at you. A grown man was trying his best attempt at puppy dog eyes. As the day went on, his sulking seemed more genuine. Ah geez, he was pretty pathetic, wasn’t he? Before you went home, you stopped him in the break room.

“Dave, what’s all this about?”

His eyes glint almost tearfully. “You didn’t answer my note.”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Why?”

“I didn’t want to.”

“You... didn’t?” His voice nearly breaks. “But you said I rescued you. You gave me your sandwich!”

“You ‘rescuing’ me the other day was a joke, and I didn’t need the whole sandwich since I don’t mind the pizza here so much as you.”

He sniffles. “So none of that meant anything to you?”

“I was just being polite.”

“That! Being polite! Who else would do that for me? Nobody here for certain. I know we hadn't known each other very long, but judging by the way you asked if I was alright earlier it's obvious you care about me!”

“It's really not that much of a commitment. Really, you're overthinking things. Maybe if you showered more other people wouldn't be so turned off by you.”

He tilts his head like a confused dog. “That’s all?”

“Well, it’s hygiene and not being a creep and not joking about dead kids in the robots.”

Dave rubs his wrist nervously. “So you don’t have feelings for me?”

You shudder. “Not a chance.”

He sighs. “I must have jumped the gun. M-my apologies.” He sniffles.

“Don’t worry about it? And just to be clear, you weren't going to kidnap me if I had shown up alone?”

“No promises.” Dave laughs.

As much as that sounded an alarm bell in your head, it sounded like another dark joke.

“No really, I just wanted to talk. I wanted to know why you were ignoring me if you had feelings for me.”

“Well, I don’t. And let’s just keep the small talk to the break room? It’s kinda hard to get my work done with you giving me puppy eyes the whole time.”

Dave nods, and a tint of red spreads in his pale face. "I'm sorry if I was acting..."

"Creepy?"

He nods again. "I wasn't sure what to do. You just... the thought of someone taking an interest in me was a bit overwhelming. I haven't been in love in a very long time, and even if my feelings towards you weren't very strong, imagined attraction can be just as powerful as the real thing."

"Eh, I'm sure there's someone for you out there... somewhere. But you'd have to be willing to clean yourself up first."

"I appreciate the advice, though I don't think it'd be practical right now."

"You'd be surprised how often its relevant."

#if anyone wants a bad ending where he kidnaps the reader just say the word >:3 #dave miller #dave miller x reader #fnaf fanfic #my writing #possibly cringe. definitely free #list of scrapped titles: sad soggy dog. someone thinks he has a chance

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i-did-not-mean-to · 1 year

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L - Languages

Written for @scyllas-revenge...I give you Farawyn...

Words: 1.1 k

Characters: Faramir x Éowyn

Warnings: A dash of insecurity

Éowyn was worried. For days and weeks now, her husband would retreat into a secluded chamber in a turret of their home and not come out for hours.

Even though she was hardly the fearful kind, she had to wonder whether Faramir—accomplished beyond anyone she had ever met—had already grown tired of his uncouth wife and her wild habits.

She had resisted the pressure to take a husband for so long that she might well have become unfit to fulfil the needs and desires of a man of Faramir’s calibre—Éowyn knew that her cooking was atrocious, her needlework subpar, and her conversation often offensive to the sensibilities of the Gondorian nobility.

Having spent her youth roughhousing with her brother and shirking her lessons out of sheer spite, she now had to admit that she might have been at fault and that her wise uncle had indeed known better when he had admonished her to acquire skills that had seemed so very superfluous to her at the time—and that she had often bitterly regretted lacking since.

“I want to know,” she murmured as she stood by the beautiful mirror King Elessar and his wife had sent as a gracious gift to their most loyal of subjects. “I have a right to know, no matter how wretched a wife I am to him.”

It hurt her heart to even consider having disappointed the one she so loved, but she made her way up the steep stairs fearlessly, nonetheless.

As she stood in front of the closed door to Faramir’s personal and exceedingly private study, she heard him mumbling to himself—and her heart gave a nervous leap.

“Husband?” she called cautiously. “If you have any grievances concerning me, I’d beg of you to share them with me. I am willing to change and evolve for your sake…just let me know. Don’t shut me out, please.”

She hated how shivering and insecure her voice sounded and—when she heard Faramir’s lithe step approaching the forbidding, hostile wooden barrier—she took a faltering step backwards.

“Éowyn?” he asked upon pulling open the door vehemently. “Oh no, you’re not to know.”

Shame painted his face a beautiful cherry blossom pink which only made her heart pound all the more heavily and painfully within her seizing chest. So, she had been right, and he was indeed keeping secrets from her.

Tears sprang to her eyes unbidden as she kept her gaze trained on that beloved face, reticent to let it stray past his noble form to glimpse a truth she was not sure she was ready or strong enough to confront.

Whether it was another woman—how cruel that idea was—or just a carafe of wine testifying to his need to be relieved of her uninteresting chatter, she could not bear to see the bittersweet secrets Faramir spent his hours of seclusion with.

“What…” she whispered, visibly wounded. “Why would you steal away from me so and leave me alone to brood over my shortcomings? Have I not at least endeavoured to be a good spouse to you?”

Instantly, his warm hands shot out and cupped her pale face lovingly.

“It is not your inferiority—what a thoroughly ludicrous notion that is—that has led to my voluntary seclusion,” he asseverated vehemently, “but the fierce awareness of my own flaws.”

Taking one of her hands, he pulled her into the room. There was nought but a table—heavily laden with books—and a lonely chair within it and Éowyn turned to her husband in bewilderment.

Her confusion and apprehension grew to a paralysing crescendo as she moved towards the stack of books slowly.

“There is not much writing about your language,” Faramir confessed in a trembling, earnest voice, “but your brother was good enough to send me whatever he could find. Moreover, Éomer—gracious as he is—has offered to tutor me when he comes to visit at the end of the month. I didn’t want to frustrate him overmuch and so, I have been practising and studying alone in preparation for his visit.”

Speechless, Éowyn gaped at her husband, high in colour as he spoke rapidly as if to dispel the doubt and the torturous self-recrimination he had seen in her eyes.

“You are learning the speech of my people?” she asked, utterly dumbfounded.

“Of course, I am.” Faramir bristled, visibly vexed by her disbelief. “You speak my tongue flawlessly. What kind of a husband would I be if I did not do my best to match your level of proficiency?”

A nervous chuckle escaped Éowyn at his blatant passion—Faramir was so brave and courteous that she forgot much too easily that he was a scholar at heart and that nothing gave him greater pleasure than to acquire new knowledge.

“I have grown up with your tongue,” she said softly, “I did not have to learn it as a woman grown. There is no need for you to go to such lengths. My realm does not demand of you to speak the language.”

“You are my wife,” Faramir opined, “and I love you. I want to share as many things with you as you’d let me partake in; it’s not an attempt to encroach upon your privacy or pride…”

She lifted a staying hand—he was so quick to surmise that others found fault even with his most innocent and well-meant initiatives.

Guilt spread through her—fast and devastating—as she realised that she had instantly distrusted him and made him feel guilty for a perfectly benign and even profoundly kind gesture; thus, either Faramir’s insecurities were less unfounded than she surmised, or she shared them to a much higher degree than she would have readily admitted.

“I married you out of love,” he reiterated, “but you’re the niece and the sister of a king. You deserve this mark of respect, and it is my honour to spend hours of humble study in hopes that—in time—I shall be worthy of one so great and generous as you.”

“You are a foolish man,” Éowyn chuckled, relieved beyond what words—in any language she mastered—could possibly have expressed. “Éomer is a terrible tutor, by the way, and I am grievously insulted that you’d consider him before asking me, your devoted spouse!”

“It was meant to be a surprise for you,” Faramir muttered miserably.

“We’ve had enough surprises to last us for a lifetime, my dear,” she replied in a hushed tone, slinging her strong arms around his slender neck. “Let me help you and partake in the glory of your unparalleled mind.”

Joining in her merriment, Faramir bent over her to capture her lips in a tender kiss which promised her years of loving words.

@fellowshipofthefics Another day, another ficlet...

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xxjunebestgirltoesrhotuwuxx · 9 months

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june is beautiful, exquisite, precious, perfect, elegant, fantastic, stunning, world changing, alluring, the best person in the world, outselling all these flops, jaw dropping, amazing, impressive, noble, exquisite, beautiful, gorgeous, angelic, soft, graceful, marvellous, feet kicking, making my heart go cherry bomb, awfully addictive, admirable, fascinating, soothing, comforting, underappreciated, loveable, revolutionary, mesmerising, classy, captivating, my sugarpop, my pookie, my muffin, my angel, my dear, my darling, my sweetheart, my honey, the loml, my one and only, the only person i see, my comfort person, my home, my everything, my universe. but most importantly, my kdy. shes making me shed so many tears, dreamy, out of this world, making me feel something i never felt before, the person that showed me a new side of myself, making me emotionally attached to it, amazing which you can’t explain in words. she ended wars. solved world hunger. her voice is ear blessing, such an eargasm, my fav ever, sweet like cotton, smth that i would die to hear 24/7, indescribably amazing, unique, making me weak and much more that i cannot define.

i love june shes my comfort person istg. everytime i dont know what to do with life, i go watch her vlogs. they are really comforting to me aaa. i appreciate june and her talents soso much that i can’t explain in words. like im new to dodo farm but still am so amazed how she can be such a great person ☹️☹️ sure, there are more people out there that love june more than i do and i’m by far not the best yeri toe but that doesnt stop me from loving her right? (not in the delusional way dw) everytime i look at her my heart aches. how can someone be like her? last my 3 months were amazing because of her! shes so incredibly talented and comforting. nothing matters more than she does. i genuinely dont know what i even did before stanning dodo farm and june. gosh the woman she is. i hope that she knows that us yeri toes appreciate her really much and hope for the best <3 oh my god shes the reason of my joy and happiness how could i ever survive without knowing that june exists. whenever im not in the mood for anything, june is the solution. not only is she just an idol to me, no, shes also my everything that i’ll love beyond infinity. her words are like a melody in my head that is never going to go away. sometimes i do wonder if future ky would still adore june as much as my current self does rn. me rn would be so devastated if i would not ult june. id have more to say but yes. for now, we can live, laugh and love thanks to my lovely star june!

i love you with all of my heart, body and soul. nothing will ever stop my love for you. distance may be keeping us apart but remember, you will always be embedded in my heart! something about you makes me fall deep for you ml. you’re the main character in my masterpiece labeled life. i dont get how anyone could not be obsessed with you. its so unbelievable that we live under the same sky. my undying love for you is deep to the core, june. nothing feels better than seeing you my dear. your lively eyes remind me of the freshly fallen snow on a glacial winter day. the cheerful smile that i’m dying to see daily, that pleasing look, your presence and those adorable habits arent enough to define your astonishing existence. you inspire me sm. something about you makes me want to achieve things. i need you love. june, my eternity, my only one, my universe and beyond, please don’t ever stop being the way you are.

remember the first time i saw june? the memories are amazing. it was clear from the start that i was meant to be a yeri toe. i just cant comprehend that one clip of my bae would be the start of a beautiful journey that is going to blossom to a greater extent! my whole life was dry and boring until you came into it. not even sunghoon was enough to make me feel as good as you do. youre special, june. june you will always be iconic!

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sometimesthatsbetter · 3 months

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Everything I've read in Jan. 2024

Yona of the dawn

Yona was the first story that i read this year and damm was it the right way to set the tone for the year. It's a story that has all of the elements that I adore in the fantasy genre, its got the action, political drama, the multi-facted characters. I won't be saying much about this manga because i have already have an older post talking about my favorite aspects, so if you want more in depth thoughts you can search for that

Kashoku no shiro

Now here is a fun setting, Taisho era Japan with supernatural elements. Quick run down of the story, people are being affected by a mysterious disease that makes flowers bloom all over their bodies, once the flowers wilt so does the person but there are cases where they recover and become even healthier. But plot twist, the ones who survive will become demons who feast on human flesh. So thats where our protagonist Shiraume comes in, she acts as 'bait' for these demons, essentially luring them out for her master to slaughter

If i had to tell you what drew me to this story, it would be the art style, like it is drop dead gorgeous. Also the design of our heroine is just my type too which is a bonus

Plot wise it does feel a little all over the place, it jumps persecptive quite often. Like it jumps form a detective story, to a josei love story, to Demon slayer which feels kinda jarring for me. But the backstory of our protagonist was done quite well, one thing i can praise is that our heroine isn't a simpering doormat. It's true that she has lived a hard life but she just keep living in the best way that she can manage. Shiraume is never the type to mope around or bemoan her fate, she takes charge and endure, she does everything in her power to live for her loved ones.

Its a good read all in all, but since theres only about 20 chapters that are out i can't really tell if this is gonna flop or not. I'll be keeping on eye on it to see if the author manages to get it together.

Bibliophile princess

The most mediocre otome isekai story i've ever fucking read. Its vanilla, like 'sex with the lights off no kinky shit' vanilla.

Story-wise, it's a very simple set up. Book enthusiast Elianna is in a contract fiancee relationship with the crown prince who i cannot be bothered to remember or google the name of. She is beloved by all of the staff memebers, all the secondary male characters love her and she has a great family but oh no! It seems that the prince has fallen for another woman, which means that her engagement with the prince will be ending soon. Yeah if your an otome isekai reader you can guess where this is going, villainess tries to ruin our heroines rep by spreading false rumors yada yada yada...

Similar to Kashoku no shiro, what drew me in was the art nouveau style. I mean the amount of details in the illustrations are amazing, coupled with the dreamy pastel color palette it creates this feeling that you really are in a fairy tale world

One of my main problems with the first volume is how weirdly structured the story is. Like it begins with the prince asking Elianna to enter a contract relationship with him and them jumps to a four year time skip for no apparent reasoning? Like we don't get to see alot of romantic development between them so now suddenly Elianna is in love? But moving on, i felt like Elianna has like little to no self awareness or agency. The first volumes conflict is about how this noble girl is rumored to be the princes lover and is planning to take Eliannas place. At this point you would expect to see our heroine stand up for herself and assert her place in the court right? Wrong. She was basically left in the dark about whats truly going on until the end of the volume. It was revealed that the noble girl was a villain all along who was trying to frame Elianna for shit she didn't do, also conveniently our MC has a mile long list of accomplishments that we as the reader didn't know about, and apparently she didn't either. So yeah, the male leads basically was protecting her for the whole story and she just wandered around feeling insecure about being replaced

Cold game

Do you like the story of king Henry the eighths six wives? Do you wanna see all six of them do a battle royal for the chance to become queen? Do you like crossdressing heroines? Well look no further than Cold game

Our MC is princess Aruna of the B kingdom, yes i know weird name but bare with me here, who is meant to be engaged to the king of the E kingdom. But here's the sus part, he already has a queen from the S country but he's demanding another wife from the B country? Quite the odd request but since B is weaker than E they had to comply with the demands. Aruna knows she's being sent as a sacrificial lamb but her lord father told her to hang on for a bit, one day he will get her out of that place. So to protect herself, Aruna swap places with her handmaiden and pretended to be crossdressing knight.

One of the best things about this story is the political intrigue. Like from the get go, we are shown that the court is a brutal place where an inconspicuous letter can be the cause of your down fall. People here will always watch your every move, everyone fears one another to an extent. Also the side characters are so fucking cool, like these people can star in their own spin off kinda cool.

#every thing i've read #review #shoujo #shoujo manga #otome isekai #cold game #kashoku no shiro #akatsuki no yona #yona of the dawn #bibliophile princess #manga recommendation #recommendation

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gaunt-and-hungry · 6 months

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The Fluidity of the Dress

Part 1: Fitting

Summary: Getting a dress fitted for a wedding day CW: None. Notes: First Person POV - 936 words - very short

It did not fit the way that it should. I wore it and it was comfortable on my body but it did not fit the way it should. My father and I had gone to London to get it fitted. I had sat petrified at the implications of what the seamstress would say, seeing me and my father walk into the shoppe. No questions had been asked. I had stood there as she pinned the dress. Hemmed it. Trimmed. Kept it as perfect and beautiful as it was. I kept reminding myself that this had been his grandmother’s wedding dress and then his mother’s wedding dress. The weight of the fabric only seemed to grow the longer I stood there. Curwen watched mindfully, speaking occasionally to the seamstress who worked diligently. She asked me several times who the lucky man was and if I was excited. She asked as if there was nothing amiss and we were just another young lady getting an heirloom fitted for her wedding day despite how little I properly filled the dress out. My hips, far too narrow. My shoulders helped provide the dress proper structure itself. There would be no issue with padding for certain. This would, indeed, work out quite splendidly.

“Oh you look stunning,” her name was Rita. She was a brunette with the most magnificent braids I had ever seen on a woman of her status. She looked noble in and of herself and I smiled fondly at her in the mirror, a flush creeping up my cheeks from my throat.

“Thank you,” I whispered. It had been so quiet as she worked and made small talk with me. I could not shake the weight of what was happening from my shoulders that filled the dress’ fabric out a little.

“For a garment so old, it’s well taken care of. I can tell this has been in a couple of generations. Goodness. It’s in such wonderful shape and you fit it quite nicely! Navy, is that right?” She asked softly. “You’re marrying a Navy Man?”

I was startled for a moment. “How… Oh,” I laughed, nervous, “You must know through the roster.”

“It’s of no consequence!” She assured, “Just curious is all. Your gown is fitting, I think. The colours will match his uniform. This blue is perfect contrast for the Navy Blue,” she seemed to be thinking out loud and paused, looking at me through the mirror as she fluffed out the bottom of the gown. The style was certainly less broad than the newer garments that women wore. “The pale of this tone will match quite lovely, I think. Just thinking aloud, dear. Trying to envision if I ought to take care of this more,” she came around and plucked at the collar of it, examining it, “Perhaps…” she continued, her voice dipping low, “I think you would look actually quite stunning if you wore yourself a high collar that was the same navy blue beneath this. Something that provides… modesty to your neckline,” her lips were in a sympathetic smile hoping that she was not trespassing much. “It may help it blend well with the garment themes.”

My guardian returned to my side, his tall and imposing figure weighing the options as we stood there. “Mmm… Would you happen to have any fabric of the shade you are thinking of?” He inquired, seeming pleased with the description. I turned a little in the mirror as she finished the last of her stitchings and stood back to admire her handiwork.

“I do!” She was cheery and warm in everything she did, leaving me feeling a lot less nervous about the whole ordeal. There seemed to be no questions in her mind as to what she needed to do, only dedication to her craft. She dipped into the room over and brought out a beautiful sample of a rather velvety high collared dress shirt. “This will be too small for your figure and curves,” she iterated but held the sleeve up to where my collarbones were to compare it. “This would work quite well, I believe,” she offered, “if you were to take my advice. I presume your fiancée will be in Royal Navy. This would provide a lovely contrast and compliment to his own dress.”

Curwen looked to me and I smiled. Truly, I smiled, pleased with this idea greatly. “And,” she went on, “To boot, it will provide you with much needed depth in your profile. You have an excellent figure. This dress is beautiful and fluid with your form,” she grasped my hips, shifting me a little in front of the mirror, measuring with her eyes, “And I do think that your complexion would benefit greatly from a dark tone to accent your eyes.” Her confidence in tone lifted any questions away from my heart.

I nodded in agreement, half glancing to Curwen for approval. “I would like that very much. Do you think you could tailor something as such for me? With a high collar and in that shade?” I had never seen Curwen smile so proudly before. And yet he was pleased in a way I was relieved to see. He had been eager to move forwards with the preparations despite the fluttering nervousness in my belly and resistance upon my own end.

“Oh! I absolutely would be delighted to,” she assured, “Let me get your other measurements. Let us get you out of this and we shall proceed with what we need, yes?” She began unlacing my back with deft fingers and I felt a weight fall from my worried mind and back.

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star trek picard posting like its 2020 (bear in mind I am Not watching it I just have a lot of FEELINGS about something that ISNT EVEN A PLOT TWIST REALLY but cutting to save your eyes)

OH FOR FUCKS SAKE

bev deserves better. she deserved better than most of her plotlines lets be very real but her and picard dancing around each other was PART of why tng was Different and I genuinely love the episode where they get psychically linked and she realises that he's been in love with her for YEARS but is too Picard to do anything about it. Picard being bad with women is a plot thread I genuinely love, I find it very relatable, very unkirk about him. it is the subversion of the trope of spaceman with a lady on every planet!!! it is his hamartia! Apart from all his other flaws, which he has many!!!! because hes actually kind of a terrible person!!!!! but it is what makes him sad!!!!

THAT SAID....

if this ends up pressing any more of my stupid romance buttons I'm going to be forced to watch it???

OR AM I????

no. a line must be drawn!!!!! this far and no further!!!!!! I really loved s1 of picard in all its flawed glory for painting a picture of a federation and a starfleet that was starting to buckle under the strain of bad decision making and its ideals when it bit off more than it could chew. the glory days are gone. there is rot there. the federation went headlong from the dominion war into saving the romulans and it ruined them, it ruined everything, and we SAW this, we saw it in the new characters, in good officers and heroes outside of the system who should not have been there, old threads picked up and pulled on and unravelled, it stretched itself too thin. now, as with modern trek they still managed to do TOO MUCH, but on the whole...yeah. it worked enough. but much like disco s1 (which had very similar problems but ultimately wasn't bad) they ruined it with season 2.

anyway we know from the trailer that there is going to be holodeck shenanigans and Lore and other UTTER BULLSHIT and we probably will not have the nice nuanced 'how the fuck did we get here' minimum 3 episodes, explaining howe 50-something beverley crusher has a fling with picard and it goes so badly that when she gets pregnant she...never mentions it, literally runs away, no one either of them knows ever mentions it, she drops off the face of the galaxy to go do what I assume Seven was doing??? does seven know?? did she know??? doesn't the federation have some kind of MSF type of shit that she should be RUNNING?? THE WOMAN IS NEARLY 80 SHE SHOULD BE RUNNING THIS SHIT BY NOW.

(ALSO I KNOW I YELL ABOUT IT EVERY FUCKING TIME BUT THE LAST BEST HOPE WAS BETTER CANON THAN CANON SORRY I AM YELLING BUT LIKE A DECADE AGO BEVERLEY WAS IN A PLACE WHERE SHE WAS THE BEST CANDIDATE FOR JOINING THE VERITY BUT PICARD COULDNT GET OVER HIMSELF ENOUGH TO ASK HER AND I'M SORRY BUT THERE ARE OTHER JOBS IN THE GALAXY OTHER THAN NOBLE SPACE COASTGUARD OR SEXY SPACE PIRATE)

(IF SHE WAS A SEXY SPACE PIRATE SURELY RAFFI KNOWS ABOUT HER, OR RIOS, BUT OH WAIT HE DIED IN WW3 BECAUSE FOOD WAS BETTER BACK THEN)

(I AM STILL VERY ANGRY ABOUT SEASON 2)

anyway the only thing worse than all this isn't that somehow both troi and crusher are love interests whose plotlines revolve around the tragedgy that happened because they had babies with their strong space coastguard love interests, because that is bad, its not that once again the noble space coastguard man has been spermjacked by a woman like wot happened to worf and many other dudes across the series, the only thing worse that this is that its probably going to be a fakeout and they never actually did have sex.

(yes i realise that is a very stupid ending to this extremely stupid rant but sorry I will continue to be a complex idiot when it comes to star trek for as long as I live so help me god.)

#star trek picard #sorry I am yelling about picard #picard season 3

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acos chapters 30-end: ebou dar crew

“elayne had not been so glad to see anyone since...since mat cauthon appeared in the stone of tear. a horrendous thought.” I SCREAMED AT THIS matlayne rights!!!! elayne and mat have the hugest crushes on each other and are so mad about it! this is an enemies to lovers goldmine, and it was wasted! if rj had been more open to the idea of men sharing a woman instead of only women sharing a man (we do see myrelle and sort of sevanna having multiple men but both of those are framed as Bad And Scandalous), i truly believe mat and rand might have both dated elayne. the chemistry is there, and i swear they think about each other differently than, for example, mat and nynaeve think about each other (mat’s constantly thinking about elayne’s sun hair and dimples and how pretty she is, and elayne is doing a lot more internal acknowledging of mat being Maybe Okay Actually than nynaeve has in this book). and especially when you consider **future book spoiler i’m not supposed to know yet but do** that mat literally does end up in an “oh no i hate nobles but i’m falling for one” romance that, in my opinion which is based on my vague spoiler knowledge since i haven’t actually read a word of that romance yet, is just a walmart version of the gucci that is matlayne. we could’ve had it all dammit!!

also, i 100% adore randlayne, but i’m hollering extra about the fact that elayne was also reunited with rand and made out with him a bunch of times since mat appeared at the stone, but does not count THAT as the gladdest she’s ever been to see someone jkfjgh (i know this line is just in the context of being rescued from a tense situation but let me have this)

elayne asserting her dominance with the other aes sedai in ebou dar!! i say that’s my baby queen and i’m really proud!!

when the aes sedai are now looking to elayne to make decisions: “all she had wanted was for them to admit she really was aes sedai. she fought a momentary urge to protest that she was too young, too inexperienced.” these characters are all just babies having to save the world :(((

i forgot to mention in a previous chapter but my heart burst over aviendha taking off rand’s bracelet and refusing to wear it until elayne had one too, and now nynaeve recalls asking aviendha to borrow the bracelet: “aviendha had snatched it to her bosom as if it was her most precious possession, and of all things, elayne began comforting her. nynaeve would not have been surprised to see the pair fall weeping on one another’s shoulders.” MY HEART!!!! elayne/avi/rand triad is literally so good and sensible and natural, we don’t need romantic min/rand at all, that relationship is seriously starting to feel extraneous

“there was something odd going on there, and if she had not known those two were too sensible for such nonsense, she would have suspected a man at the root of it.” Bi And Poly Behavior Baffles Local Monogamous Heterosexual

nynaeve gets unblocked!!!!!!!! i’m so proud of her!!!!

lanaeve reunion!! in the form of lan rescuing nynaeve from drowning and her immediately puking her guts out right at his feet. i love them so much.

ok i have to take that back because nynaeve just slapped and punched lan a bunch of times after finding out myrelle got his bond 🙄 once again i am asking for wot women to stop beating up their boyfriends, good god!

but once lan explains and nynaeve realizes how dead inside he looks, she becomes more understanding, thankfully. “with an effort, she moderated her tone; he was ill, and harsh words never helped sickness.” mental illness being acknowledged by a character who isn’t experiencing it personally, in MY wheel of time? it’s more likely than you think! woohoo!

awww nynaeve makes lan laugh for the first time since moiraine “died” ❤️❤️ “you will be my warder, and my husband, for a very long time. i will not let you die. do you understand that? i can be as stubborn as i have to be.” nynaeve really said i’m gonna fight god and win for this man 😤❤️ tho i do feel that this is all pretty rushed and that lan is not in a good mental or emotional place to commit to a marriage right now, but whatever, i learned long ago that i have to try my best to suspend disbelief when it comes to wot romances. and i suppose that in a world approaching the last battle, there’s no point waiting for “the right time” to marry someone you love.

i already made a post about this when i first read it but i have to discuss it here too: one of the kin mistook mat for elayne’s warder and i screamed!!!! this is literally so mean!!!! at this point we have had 1) mat’s thoughts about how hard it is to keep elayne out of trouble getting interrupted by someone asking if he’s ever thought about becoming a warder, 2) mat in salidar receiving multiple offers to become someone’s warder, 3) mat spending an entire book and a half fretting about elayne’s safety (actually two and a half counting the old days of tdr), and now 4) mat straight up being mistaken for elayne’s warder. WHAT is the POINT!! why would you do this to me! what’s this all been about! add “mat as elayne’s warder” to “elayne/avi/rand triad” and “mat and rand both dating elayne” on the list of “things that are literally so obvious and perfect yet inexplicably do not happen”

leaving the palace, mat is jumpy and afraid that tylin might spring out at him from anywhere. he mentions that she had half a dozen servants seize him in the hall the night before and drag him to her rooms and also that she used his scarf to tie his hands up “before he knew what she was doing,” says that she treats him like a toy and that she makes him feel helpless and has him “ready to jump out of his skin,” feels “strangled” and “frantic” at the thought of staying half a week longer in ebou dar, thinks that he would rather face MOGHEDIEN than tylin, and again feels like he’s about to cry. not much to say about this that i didn’t say in the post about the last chunk of chapters, but my heart is breaking :((( “against tylin, he had no more [protection] than he did against the daughter of the bloody nine moons, whoever she was” fuck this, i am picking mat up and gently setting him down into the polycule! THAT’S the romantic future he deserves!

in happier news, elayne is dressed ridiculously fancy to for a trip to the seedy part of town in which they’re hoping not to attract attention, and i love her very much. mat says that the embroidery on her dress is “thickly emphasizing the oval that exposed half her bosom” he is shook by The Titties, as aviendha was in a previous chapter. he proceeds to say that elayne has a pretty face and to mention AGAIN her dimple which he claims she always expects to work as a method of persuasion. mat is literally the uno meme “stop thinking about elayne’s dimple or draw 25″

“one thing he had to give her; she was too smart to go on with what obviously would not work” all i got out of this is that mat thinks elayne is smart 😌

mat says “i know rand’s afraid you [lan] are [dead]” mat is aware of at least one (1) of rand’s feelings! cauthor crumb!

lan and nynaeve were married by the sea folk last night! i’m crushed that it happened offscreen, i want to know about sea folk marriage customs! i love marriage customs! and weddings! and love! mat being math lady meme about lan and nynaeve being married is killing me jkfgh

mat tells elayne the truth about tylin and she laughs at him and calls it “a taste of his own medicine.” yiiiiiiiiikes. yikes!!!!! this is definitely elayne’s Worst Moment in the series so far. to her credit she does apologize a page later and offer to help him with tylin (though more because she realized “hey, mat’s being nice to me, i should be nice to him too” than because she realized “hey, rape is bad”). however, it is quite clear that the author doesn’t take mat’s situation seriously, so if the author doesn’t take it seriously, how can i expect a character to? and i’m calling ooc behavior as well, elayne “goes crazy trying to help anyone who shows the slightest sign of distress” trakand wouldn’t react like that to mat’s distress no matter how annoying she found him, that’s not her heart.

when a character does something shitty, if it’s a character i don’t like it’s their fault, but if it’s my fav it’s the author’s fault. hope that clears things up <3

but we have passed what i do believe is the worst matlayne moment of the series (i’m glad i knew about this ahead of time or i would’ve been a lot madder - at rj not elayne, of course) so we can move on to their sweet moments

mat tries to give elayne the foxhead for protection against moghedien!!! 🥺🥺😭😭🥰🥰 like, this is HUGE! we know how scared mat is of channeling even from channelers he’s friendly with, let alone from a forsaken, and how tightly he clings to the foxhead and depends on it for his safety. and yet, he decides elayne’s safety is more important to him! i have a moment in a wip fic where mat gives rand the foxhead and it’s a major gesture of love (god knows when that fic will see the light of day (it’s part 4 of my putting mat in the polycule series and part 3 isn’t even done yet) so forget you read that), so imagine my pure joy when that Actually Happened in the book with elayne!!

“she was tall for a woman, but she still had to look up at him. she might never have seen him before.” 1) every time elayne’s height is mentioned i feel like i’ve been punched in the face. she’s even worse than mat when it comes to giving off short energy. she is literally 5′2″ in my mind, what do you MEAN she’s tall? i’ll never give up my mental image of short queen elayne and short king mat + actual giants rand and aviendha. i know aviendha could pick mat up and bridal carry him, i know this for a fact (granted she probably could do that even if he WAS taller than her - which he certainly is not - because she is very strong. oh my god imagine aviendha giving mat piggyback rides!!! i have to lie down.) 2) “character A looking at character B like they’ve never seen them before” is a common wot phrase and every single time it makes me think Realizing Romantic Feelings and i go feral. i vividly remember an instance of mat looking at rand like he’d never seen him before.

“elayne reached up to pull his hat off and slip the cord over his had. she actually tucked the foxhead into his shirt and patted it before handing him his hat.” 🥰🥰🥰🥰

mat: “i made a promise too; i promised to keep the pair of you alive.” elayne: “you wear it. after all, you can hardly keep your promise if moghedien kills you.” 🥺🥺🥰🥰

elayne tells mat he must be careful! she cares about him!!!! “sometimes i forget my duty to my subjects. you are a worthy subject, matrim cauthon.” oh my god elayne just admit you have a crush on him, would you?

i realize i’m just typing out this entire scene wholesale but i’m having EMOTIONS

elayne learning new swears from mat jksjdf i love her i love them

elayne: fuck!

nynaeve: [gasps]

mat: where the fuck did she learn that?!

“she understood? she understood, and not one acid little comment, not one cutting remark? and he was her subject. her worthy subject.” why do i feel like, despite all his harping on about not respecting nobility and not considering himself a subject andor, mat went 😳 when elayne called him her worthy subject. ohohoho he secretly has a Queen Elayne kink, doesn’t he? just like rand “light help me i did want to kneel and worship her” al’thor

"sobriety. light, what a word to apply to mat cauthon! tylin must be scaring him more than he thought, if he was shriveling up this way.” hmm is THIS the intended purpose of the tylin thing? to traumatize mat into wanting a quieter, more settled life, so that he’s nice and tamed for his future wife to scoop him up? 😒 i like the greater maturity and sense of responsibility he’s starting to show, trying to keep the peace with the girls and keep his promises to them and protecting elayne from danger and feeling responsible for the band members’ safety, but it doesn’t have to come at the expense of his joie de vivre :(

“mat would have [followed elayne] if nynaeve and lan had not been in his way...he deserved to be there, at least, when this fabulous bloody bowl was uncovered.” we both know that the real reason is that you want to keep close to elayne. because you’re her warder. or SHOULD HAVE BEEN IF THERE WAS ANY JUSTICE IN THE WORLD i will literally never get over this.

mat trying to get to the stairs while nynaeve and lan are arguing is the “can i please get a waffle” vine

and now, we reach it. the best matlayne scene of all time, the highlight of the entire book, and one of my favorite scenes in the whole series to date!

“his eyes went from janira’s crumpled corpse to elayne. he had promised to keep her safe for rand. he had promised. with a cry, he launched himself at the killer, ashandarei extended.” i screamed enough over this on first read, but then on the next page mat mentions something about avenging elayne and i realized: he thinks she’s dead right now. he comes into the room, sees “dead” elayne and the guy who killed her, thinks it’s too late to do anything to help her, yet, rather than turning and running to save himself since there’s nothing actually helpful he can do here, he stays to fight the killer PURELY to avenge her. because he promised rand he would keep her safe and thinks that she died on his watch. i am not okay!!!!

and of COURSE i have to scream about the matrandlayne-ness of it all!!! even if the 3 of them are never in a scene all together at any point in the series (but maybe they will be? maybe??? i’m not holding my breath tho) we’ll always have “he had promised to keep her safe for rand.” if you showed me that line and erased all my memories of this book and of every matrandlayne fic i’ve read or written and asked me if i thought that line came from canon or from a fic, i 100% would’ve thought it was the fic. AAAHHH it’s just so much!!! i want that line tattooed on my forehead!!!

“‘you can’t have her,’ he said loudly. promises. ... ‘you can’t bloody have her.’ he started forward, keeping the medallion spinning. the first step was the hardest, but he had a promise to keep.” LITERALLY THE MOST ICONIC LINE EVER so far my top 2 most romantic lines in all of wot are matlayne “you can’t bloody have her” and cauthor “i won’t leave you, i won’t leave you no matter what.” romance peaked with those two lines. and the fact that mat again has his promise to rand in mind here, it’s SO matrandlayne i can’t. i can’t!!!!! the first step was the hardest but he had a promise to keep 😤😭🥺🥰

addition bc i just noticed something else: after the fight, elayne wakes up and calls mat’s name and mat hurries to her side and tells us “there was shouting from somewhere below, but nynaeve and the rest would have to take care of themselves for the moment” elayne is his #1 priority!!!

“her eyes latched onto his, and if he had ever thought she looked at him as if he were a stranger, he saw it for true now.” 📣📣📣📣 USING THIS PHRASE AGAINST ME AGAIN!!! this would’ve been the PERFECT moment for a Big Damn Kiss™!!!

“she drew a breath that did interesting things to that oval cut-out.” even in the immediate aftermath of them both almost dying, mat is shook by The Titties. me too mat.

“‘thank you, mat. i apologize for everything i ever did or thought.’ she sounded as though she really meant it. ‘i keep building up toh toward you,’ she smiled ruefully, ‘but i am not going to let you beat me. you are going to have to let me save you at least once to balance matters.’ ‘i’ll see what i can arrange,’ he said dryly.” elayne ❤️❤️❤️ she might be stubborn, but she admits when she’s wrong (so fuck you to all the elayne haters who use her being mean to mat as a reason to hate her - she apologizes! very genuinely!). i fully support a future scenario where mat is a damsel in distress and elayne rescues him. gimme!!

“[birgitte] was the source of everything he knew about gholam...and he would not have revealed that on a hot grill.” i love their friendship SO much 🥺 such a shame that mat had so much wonderful relationship development with various people this book and was then immediately sent away from all of them for, i’m guessing, the majority of the remainder of the series

mat describes elayne’s eyes as “cool pools of deep blue water” add that to the list of “very platonic metaphors mat has for describing elayne’s appearance.” like, can you IMAGINE him describing nynaeve or egwene or birgitte as having hair like the sun and eyes like cool pools of deep blue water? (well nynaeve and egwene don’t look like that but you get the point)

“were they trying to get back at him? was it just a case of ‘mat wants to be in charge so much, let him see how well he can do without us’? he might have believed it of nynaeve, any time but this anyway, but not of elayne, not anymore.” GROWTH!! and mat confirms a little later that he is now “in elayne’s good books.” this was one of the central relationships of the book, i honestly think they got more pagetime and development than lan & nynaeve and aviendha & elayne, and possibly even rand & min

and one last mention by mat of elayne’s dimple, god bless. the man is obsessed.

“elayne, though, just murmured ‘a most observant subject’ in tones of rueful amusement.” queen and subject roleplay is totally gonna become a kink thing for them, i just know it.

mat tells tylin he’s going to miss her and thinks to himself that it’s true??? what THE fuck!!!!!!!!!! i don’t want to spoil my matlayne euphoria so i am simply not going to think about this. but note my list at the beginning of this post, which are mat’s most recent feelings about tylin before this point, and observe the SUDDEN, WILD, AND UNREALISTIC change of heart.

tylin pinches mat’s ass in front of the 4 girls, to his embarrassment, and while aviendha and birgitte both laugh at him (😒), elayne has an expression of “commiseration” and nynaeve of “glowering disapproval,” and tylin says that nynaeve thinks mat is a little boy needing protection. so elayne and nynaeve did at least make an effort to intervene with her on his behalf, okay, that’s a step in the right direction!

and the reason mat gets separated from the gang for, i believe, the next several books is because olver left the palace to go wander the city and mat tells the girls to make their gateway and leave and he’ll meet them at the farm later. DAMMIT OLVER!!! friendship ended with olver! how could you do this to mat and more importantly to me! i know it’s not your fault but i’m literally so devastated at the prospect of how long it’ll be before mat sees any of the gang again. matlayne was the only thing that kept me going past the cauthor separation in the last book, but what do i have to look forward to now? at least there will likely be more avilayne next book, and they’ll reunite with rand soon (book 9 i think?), and i THINK mat sees elayne again a book or two before book 14 (which will have the cauthor reunion), so i suppose i’ve got my little crumbs, my little carrot on a stick leading me to get through each subsequent book. the great thing about wot multishipping is that if one of your ships is separated you’ll likely have another spending time together in the meantime! still, i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again, the characters and their relationships with each other are the heart of this series to me and i lose more interest the more split up everyone gets.

for the show i’m instituting a ta’veren buddy system and declaring that no ta’veren should be allowed to go anywhere without being accompanied by at least one other ta’veren (this is counting egwene and nynaeve since they’re ta’veren in the show and should’ve been in the books. anon who told me after i finished book 1 that i would come to see that it’s empowering for the girls to influence stuff by choice instead of by ta’veren-ness, i do NOT see that and i still think they should’ve been ta’veren.)

nobody expects the seanchan invasion! except me because i’d been spoiled. much as i wish this wasn’t happening, it’s certainly a cinematic scene imagining mat running through the war-torn streets desperately shouting for his son. one of those moments i can perfectly see a tv adaptation of in my head. also, these whole last few pages i found myself with the seanchan section of “from the west” stuck in my head, which is how you know it’s a good Villain Theme Tune.

mat gets crushed by a falling wall, the evil foil to my beloved wall in the caemlyn garden, and that’s the last we’ll see of him until the book AFTER next book, much to my devastation.

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