They love with a love more powerful than love. Book Two following Syndicate

Stuck in a war involving the man she falls in love with. |Currently proofreading| Highest rankings #52 in Yoongi #18 in MinYoongi and #64 in Mafia

"do you... trust me?" it's a low whisper, the king's soft lips pressed against the stuttering pulse in your throat. but you think, or maybe you hope, the implications are trying to delve much deeper into your heart. regardless, your answer has never wavered. "yes." Pairing: Joseon King Yoongi x reader Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff, Historical AU, Joseon AU, Daechwita AU, Royal AU, Drabble Series Content warnings: explicit sexual content, descriptions of violence and blood, minor character death. further warnings will be specified in specific chapters. A note: Please pay attention to the dates, but read in the order that the drabbles are listed, not in chronological!

"They forsook their thrones and fled the firmament, yet named me heir to the ruin. I am not the voice of divinity-I am what remains when divinity stops answering." The Speakers once stood between gods and mortals, maintaining a balance that was never meant to last. When they fell, they did not simply die-they left behind fractures in reality itself: silence where guidance once was, and laws the world no longer fully understands. From that silence came a prophecy. Not written in scripture, but in ruin. A name repeated across broken histories and forbidden records. The Promised Blade. Not a weapon already forged, but a mortal who will one day become it-the final vessel capable of severing what even gods and fate have declared unbreakable. Life. Death. Oaths. Resurrection. Everything bound by divine law. Some believe the Blade will restore what was lost. Others believe it will erase what should never return. Min Yoongi, the Nocturnal Prince who has outlived every version of himself, no longer remembers what it felt like to be human. But there are things he cannot let die with him, and a truth carved too deep to forget-that in the same cursed blood his mortal rival seeks to command, something of himself still lingers. King Axel Lazaurus, carved by grief and unfinished vengeance, does not call it resurrection. He calls it correction-an error the world has let fester, and a truth hidden in the same cursed blood his immortal rival pursues, that he can no longer afford to ignore. One man craves to become human again. The other refuses to accept that humanity can stay gone. And at the center of it all stands a girl who was never meant to matter to prophecy at all-yet somehow does, as if the world is quietly preparing her for something it refuses to name aloud.