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Deep breath Okay fair warning I have had a fair amount of wine.
Idk if it’s just the day or this fic but I am having a hard time giving feedback other than OMFG FUCK YES.
The goddamn language in this fic killed me. Granted, most of my knowledge of medieval-what-not is from all the Rennfair-esque YA I read as a middleschooler.
STILL, I just, the dialogue, the word choice, the thoughts, THE EUPHEMISMS?? IT SOUNDED SO ON PAR.
Bitch are you seriously describing agricultural evolution here like why you going into detail about storing harvest inside WHY DOES IT FIT FOR SOME REASON WHY DO I NOW CARE.
Like, okay. I had to read this on my phone so I was screenshotting scenes instead of being able to copy and paste but shit like, “As much as your family prayed for abundance, the soil isn’t as fertile as it once was. Gleaning seeds of hope yielded less and less each year.”
I MEAN??? HOW YOU JUST GONNA, ALL THE METAPHORS FIT THE CHARACTERS AND THE SETTING. I WAS LAUGHING IN THE SEX SCENES BECAUSE OF Y/N’S THOUGHTS. SO IDK ON POINT??? Like I know what a poor wench was thinking in those days.
And in the end. Omg, I was well fuck I can’t spoil it but I saw what was coming and I was like YES IRIS DO IT DO IT and it happened and I was like WOOHOO MURDERRRRRRR
Okay as usual of course there were other lines I enjoyed. I know I had a few specific ones somewhere but my phone has no data to save screenshots. But… just, like, ugh. Never once did it break scene. Why did I wait so long to read this I don’t even know why.
The Lord Taketh Away (M)
Summary: Every autumn, the dwindling harvest summons fears for the impending winter and its promise of scarcity. For Seokjin and his wife, faith lies in God and their local lord’s generosity to provide what their ailing son needs to survive another year. With each season, however, the lord grows cold-hearted and greedy, squeezing the young family to the brink of despair.
Pairing: Seokjin x Reader
Genre: Angst, horror, smut
Word Count: 11,766
Warnings: Werewolf!Seokjin, medieval!AU, married!AU, major character death, excessive violence, horror, cannibalism, mayhem, violence against children, excessive blood, graphic sexual activity, dubcon, rough sex, hate sex, impregnation kink, religious references, male dominance and ego which reinforces societal norms (some of y’all hate it, others get off to it), and socioeconomic disparity courtesy of serfdom and famine in the 14th century. PLEASE don’t read this if you’re sensitive to suffering or heavy angst. I spared no one.
A/N: I got carried away in some parts. I can admit that. This isn’t the flirty Halloween smut you’re looking for, dears. It may be your thing if you’re into the Great Famine or feudalism, though. This story was written as part of the Fantastical Tales for Curious Souls collab.
Excerpt:
The ache is always worse when the wind picks up. The chill in the air hardens your cheeks and you clench your jaw, holding in your breath until it passes. As the gust blows by, leaving renewed concerns in its wake, you harden yourself and refuse to acknowledge them aloud. The thoughts—fears—settling into your bones are enough to deal with. No one is prepared to accept another year of crop failure, emotionally or otherwise…
“Are you feeling ill?”
Seokjin’s dulcet voice restores your focus and you feel guilty for appearing unwell. It is too important to keep calm on the day of the last harvest. There is much at stake and not a single drop of toil can be wasted.
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