#jidong

The Celestial Emperor is, after all, the greatest being in existence, right? And I have been the Celestial Emperor for many, many years. More than two times my fingers, my father would've said.

As an inheritance, I had a giant, extremely populated country, boasting one of the strongest military in the world, and plunged into a brutal civil war for the past fourty years or so.

It meant I had to fight.

I had to conquer.

I had to be at the front. I had to marry quickly, produce an heir. And children, I had loads of them. From my beloved empress, three, for my concubine, three more.

Looking at them growing up, the political instability appeared more and more unsefferable to me.

My great grandfather took the arms against the Tyrant, and so he was assassinated. My grandfather fought tooth and nails on multiple battlefields, before being captured and detained in prison until he eventually committed suicide... If you believe the Tyrant's men. My father, full of anger, challenged all the breakaway states, submitted all of them in one feel swoop. The republicans inside our empire? Gone. The opposition? Gone.

And what did I do?

I went to the assassination. And I looked in horror as my hand was severed from my body. I gritted my teeth and almost died but the Tyrant was dead.

I shoul've been happy.

I should've been proud.

My people told me I had to be proud.

But I felt empty.

Something was still missing.

And then I understood I never wanted to be a warrior.

I never wanted to kill a man, even as abhorrently evil as the Tyrant.

In death he was smiling. And nobody should be smiling while dying.

I hated this man with every fiber of my body. For hurting our family. For creating this entire war.

But it was great-grandfather's fault. Not his.

Now i lie awake.

My children are dead, or dying.

The Celestial Mantle is in danger.

Everything burns.

Why am I so.... Calm about all of that?

I stand up, leave the harem while making sure I don't emit a single noise. Some of my concubines are light sleepers.

My steps leads me to a room. Tian's room, to be precise. My son is young, but he understands when the situation is dire. So, when I enter, he looks at me in distress.

"What is the matter, father?"

I take a step towards him. He shivers. I always answer. But today, my heart tells me otherwise.

"Father?"

I open my arms. Hug him. As tight as I can, with the might of the dragons still boiling in my veins.

"Father? Father, please..."

"I love you, Tian. I will always love you."

He doesn't answer.

Maybe he's afraid.

Maybe he already knows.

I don't care.

I just want him to know his father didn't only think about war. That he did think, even sparsely, of his children.

Of all the misery upon this bloodline.

Jiu + Sua = Jibo

Jiu + Siyeon = Singji

Jiu + Handong = Jidong

Jiu + Yoohyeon = Jiyoo

Jiu + Dami = Jiubin

Jiu + Gahyeon = Gahji

Part 2

capa de fanfic: um amor para handong (handong + gahyeon + jiu + dami)

insp.: @xjeonggukk​

e essa capa que era pra ter ficado pronta dia 17/06 para o “gd day” (para quem não sabe, é uma doação que está acontecendo hoje no spirit para comemorar o aniversário da @gguukmong e lá só tem capa linda, quem quiser ir lá clica aqui), mas que não consegui terminar a tempo pq capas divertidas sempre me ferram kkkk 🤡🤡👌 então irei doá-la posteriormente, fiquem ligades

link: clique aqui ♡