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thxjoon · 8 months

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-pairing: namjoon x f. reader (oc)

-genre/warnings: arranged marriage, royalty but not really lol, mentions of cheating in the past, angst, smut, hurt/comfort, short story with a happy ending :)

Throughout the beginning of this arranged marriage both minseo and namjoon weren’t entirely interested. Doing their own thing, barely speaking to one another. But they had both agreed to complete their duties as one, so they went along with it.

Along the way they both had started to care for each other. Minseo took good care of namjoon, as a good wife should. Namjoon soon realized how much he depended on her. She made sure he was well fed, she’d ask about his day, she’d accompany him to all his important events, she made him happy.

He found himself looking forward to coming home to her each day. They started sleeping in the same bed, enjoying each other’s warmth. Now Almost two years into this marriage, they couldn’t be happier.

“Good morning, love” namjoon says kissing her neck as she had just woken up. Both still bare from the night before

“Good morning, dear” she says smiling, snuggling closer to him

Not soon after they heard a knock on his door “sir, im sorry to interrupt but we have a meeting starting soon.” Namjoon sighed getting out of bed. Their mornings usually always were the same.

“I have to go, I’ll be back for dinner.” He kisses his wife goodbye before putting on some clothes, leaving the room

Minseo spends her day accompanying namjoons mother. She was the one who suggested this arranged marriage. And she was so happy that it has been going well.

“when will I be getting my grand babies” his mother half joked

“They will come when the time is right” minseo answered feeling a bit embarrassed

Throughout the day they did some shopping for tonight’s supper with the family. Once the time finally came it was a nice evening with everyone. drinking and recalling old memories. Namjoon felt at peace with minseo by his side. He felt proud. He knew he’d do anything for her.

Once supper was over everyone headed back home.

“Your mother kept asking me when we’d be giving her grandchildren” minseo spoke as she got ready for bed

He chuckled “and what did you tell her”

“I said that they’d come when the time is right” minseo now getting into bed next to him

“Come here” he pulled her onto his lap “im surprised you aren’t pregnant yet given how many times we make love” he says looking up at her

“That’s the thing, how is it possible we aren’t pregnant yet. What if we can’t have Children” minseo voiced her concerns to him

“Dont say that, love, just as you said. When the times right. And even so, it wouldn’t change anything. You’re mine, forever” she smiled hugging him tightly

“I love you” she whispered

“I love you too, my love. Let’s get some rest”

The next morning minseo had woken up to an empty bed. Namjoon had an early meeting. His brother seokjin had been giving him a hard time. They were currently fighting over the land their father once had. Their father had left it to whoever was to be married first. Which was namjoon. But seokjin had found it unfair, he was the eldest son, the land should go to the first born. That’s how’s its always been.

This whole situation has caused a strain on their brotherly relationship. Seokjin was more than angry. He’d do anything for that land. Namjoon tried to compromise, offering other things that he had inherited, but seokjin had his heart set already.

After a long day at work namjoon had finally arrived home, missing dinner but he had eaten at work. Going into his bedroom seeing his wife already in bed catching up on her book.

“Thought I wouldn’t see you today” minseo spoke as she closed her book setting it on her night stand.

Namjoon let out a tired sigh “why is my brother so stubborn”

“You know seokjin, he can’t take no for an answer” minseo was also fed up with seokjin, she hated seeing namjoon so stressed “come to bed” she patted the spot next to her

Namjoon got out of his work clothes quickly changing into his night clothes, getting under the covers with his wife, Feeling her warmth, as they were now face to face

“You’re so beautiful” he spoke in a whisper causing her to smile, she kissed him. Feeling as though a weight has been lifted off of his shoulders.

Not breaking the kiss namjoon moves to now be hovering over her, setting between her legs causing her nightgown to ride up. Namjoon moved down to kiss her neck as her arms were around his neck. He started to grind his hardening cock against her slowly, causing her to spread her legs more, encouraging him.

Pushing up her nightgown exposing her stomach to feel her soft skin all the way up to her breasts. Her nipples hardening from the cold air after being exposed. He tosses her nightgown on the ground now giving attention to her breasts, sucking on them causing her to whimper biting her lip.

He got up momentarily to take off his night shorts leaving him fully exposed as well. Minseo watched as he got undressed, she couldn’t help but stare. Namjoon noticed smirking.

Settling between her legs spreading them wider as he took his cock in hand now rubbing his tip over her wetness loving the way her pussy is throbbing for his cock as he barely puts the tip in before slowly entering her, namjoon watches her expressions to make sure she’s okay.

Once he’s fully inside, he hovers over her again, With his hands by both sides of her head as he slowly pulls back feeling her tight walls trying to suck him back in

“Fuck-“ he lets out a pleasured sigh “you feel so good, my love” he whispers causing her to moan. Now moving faster she could feel every inch of him, clenching around him causing him to slow down moaning lowly

“Do it again please” he sounded desperate, it just all felt too good. And she did, she loved hearing him moan for her

His thrusts started speeding up, going deeper inside of her. “Joon fuck-“ minseo couldn’t hold back her moans feeling him hit her sweet spot “im close, please–”

“Gonna come inside this little pussy” he was close too, he began to rub on her clit just how she liked it bringing her over the edge, his name was the only thing she could say as she came undone. Feeling her pussy become impossibly tighter caused him to reach his end as well. Stilling as he came inside her with a deep moan.

Both trying to catch their breaths, minseo feeling like jelly as namjoon pulls out of her watching his seed begin to spill out of her. Pushing it back in with his fingers, minseo whimpering, she was still sensitive.

“Hopefully this time it will take” namjoon whispered but she heard it

“Cuddle me” minseo pouted as she reached out of namjoon, after he was finished cleaning her up he jumped in bed with her, laying his head on her bare chest as he wrapped around her waist. They both drifted off to sleep peacefully. Not knowing what the next day would bring them.

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Namjoon was called out of bed early for a work emergency. He rushed there just to find out that his brother seokjin had started construction on his land. In all honesty namjoon was tired of fighting with his brother. At this point he was gonna give up his land.

Calling minseo to let her know what was going on, she refused to let her husband give up his land just because his brother was being childish. She was going to go down there herself and talk to seokjin. Of course namjoon said that wasn’t necessary but she did anyway. He wasn’t going to let her go alone though.

“Good morning, seokjin” minseo tries to be polite to seokjin even throughout this whole mess

Seokjin chuckled, completely ignoring minseo looking straight at namjoon “can’t handle your own battles anymore you had to bring your wife down?”

“Excuse me but you’re the one who has been nothing but a pain for the both of us. We tried to be fair with you, you’re family seokjin, we don’t want a feud with you. And namjoon didn’t ask me to do anything but as his wife i felt the need to.”

“The only fucking reason he married you was to claim this land-“

“Enough-“ namjoon raised his voice at seokjin

“Even after you were married he was still messing around with his whore!”

Namjoon lunged at seokjin grabbing him by the collar throwing him to the ground

“I said enough.”

“What’s wrong brother? She should know the truth.” Seokjin spat out. minseo already knew it was true just by namjoons reaction. Feeling hurt she went back home without a trace

Namjoon looked up to find her already gone. Fuck. He thought

He left seokjin there immediately rushing home to find her. Except she were no where to be found. He’d been rushing around everywhere looking for her.

Exhausted he sat on their shared bed for a moment thinking of where she could possibly be when suddenly the door opened revealing his wife. He could tell she had been crying

Immediately going to hold her but she refused. “Is it true?” She already knew the answer but she wanted to hear him say it

“Minseo, please-“ he sounded desperate

“Just answer the question, please” she said with a shaky voice already beginning to cry again

“Yes, it is true. But please let me just explain to you-“

“No. I do not wish to hear your explanation. We’re done”

“We’re married minseo you can’t just leave me”

“you already broke the first rule of marriage, so what does it matter. Obviously this marriage means nothing to you”

“No, my love that’s not true. I swear it” namjoon felt himself tearing up, dropping to his knees in front of her. He didn’t wanna lose her. “You are my only love-“

She pulls away from him harshly. As if she is disgusted by him touching her “I shall sleep in my old room for now” she slams the door on her way out

Namjoon is an absolute mess. He wasn’t a crier. But he cried. And it didn’t stop for a while. He knew that he would do whatever it took to get minseo to forgive him. And that his brother was no longer his brother but now an enemy

Minseo felt as though she had lost a part of herself. Namjoon has been the only man she’s ever known. He was a good man. The only one she could trust. And yet she had been wrong.

Part 2 coming soon! Thank you for reading <3

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min-yumniverse · 2 years

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Stroke My Whiskers One Last Time (2)

This story contains: fluff, food, nudity, death.

“This is the Theatre, where shows are performed. Plays and such, you know,” the girl explained to the prince. She pointed to the big wooden and straw theatre. The maroon curtains sway to the light breeze. She had been walking around with him for hours. They were stopped a few times by citizens noticing the prince, giving him formal invitations for events.

The Prince, never before seen outside of The Castle or large formal events. Most people had only seen portraits of him, which in no way did his looks justice. But they were enough to be able to identify him. He was way nicer than anyone would have anticipated. He was always described as quiet and cold. But it wasn’t even slightly true. He was very friendly, especially to (Y/N).

They stopped their journey around the kingdom to eat lunch in a deli near the theatre. “I can pay,” the prince insisted.

“No, it’s fine, I’ll pay,” the girl cut in front of the prince with her coin purse. “Here you are~!” She pulled out her money and handed it to the lady. They went to one of the polished oak wood tables outside the deli. There was a mustard sun umbrella providing shade to the table.

“I could have paid… it’s the least I could have done,” the prince said in a pout to the girl. He felt bad for letting her pay, especially since he was the more wealthy of the two… And the man.

“No, I should be the one to treat you, Your Highness.” (Y/n) flashed a smile at him, he avoided her eye contact and looked away.

“Just call me Yoongi,” he whispered, inaudibly. His face was still turned away from the girl, and she couldn’t hear him.

“Pardon me, Your Highness; I didn’t hear you.” She leaned closer to The Prince.

“It was nothing.” He rubbed the back of his neck while turning back to face the girl. Her lips formed an ‘oh’ shape as she backed away. The Prince looked down, realising he may have just turned her off. “I never got your name,” The Prince said to (Y/n). Her face lit up from its previously gloomy state.

“Ah- I- Um… It’s (Y/n),” She replied, looking around the scenery. Before he could say more, a lady came to their table with their lunch. (Y/N) was given her mutton, broccoli and mashed potatoes, steaming with graving oozing off of everything. The Prince had his lamb chops with the same sides as (Y/n). "Wow, it looks delicious!" She grabbed her fork and knife and started cutting open the juicy meat, letting it cool off before eating.

After a while, she noticed how The Prince didn't touch his food. He was sitting there, staring at her. "Do you not like it, Your Highness?" She asked him. He blinked a few times as if he was snapped out of a spell.

"Oh, I got distracted. It's just fine," he replied, shaking his head. He lifted his utensils off of the napkins placed on the table. His hands shook as if he were in the middle of a blizzard with no coat on. His clammy hands caused the fork to drop out of his hands and fall onto the floor.

"I wouldn’t have expected you to be so clumsy, Your Highness." She chuckled to the man, covering her mouth with her napkin, "here." She grabbed his plate and began cutting the lamb for him, feeding him with her own fork. His cheeks displayed a rose hue, his eyes half-lidded as he focused on the hands that fed him. She was like a mother. Like his mother. He missed her terribly after her death a few years back. She was the only one who could convince his father to do anything. She was the one who took him into consideration; who chose family before anything else in his life.

The Prince hushed out a “thank you” as he took another bite of the lamb from her fork. She shook her head as if to say he didn’t need to worry about it. He was a member of the royal family after all. Of course, she would do something as small as this for him.

~~~

Upon finishing eating, The Prince had to go back to The Castle. The place he resented so much. “Can we meet up again tomorrow (Y/n)?” The Prince looked back at her.

“I would love to. We can watch the 6 o’clock play together. I hear this time they’re performing a Shakespear play,” She suggested.

“That sounds perfect!” The Prince shined a bright gummy smile at the girl. He got closer to her to pick up her hands, “I’ll see you then,” he said to her happily. He walked off towards The Castle. (Y/n) watched until he was too small to see anymore.

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The pitter-patters of the rainfall on the window usually brought comfort to (Y/n). But not this morning. The girl paces around her cramped living room. Last night, her little kitten never showed up, causing her to stress about him, and the fact that it was raining meant the play would likely be cancelled.

“Have I really been done like this?” she fell onto her bed purposefully, resting her arm on her forehead. Her long eyelashes brushed her cheeks as she closed her stress-filled eyes. How could one be so unlucky?

Dreading to get up, (Y/n) dragged herself out of the house to open the bakery. Her brolly was old, it was her mother’s. There was a gash on the edge of the maroon fabric allowing water to sprinkle through.

It was an understatement. She was completely drenched by the time she arrived at the bakery. Her shoes squished and her hair dripped. She left puddles on the barely polished oak wood floors with every step she took. She could only hope that the towel that was usually placed in the staffroom was still there today. She sluggishly walked herself to the room and peered at the desk where the towel was usually placed. “Thank God,” she sighed, skipping up to the desk and grabbing the towel. Starting with drying her hair as best she could, then the rest of her.

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His arms were thrown in the air for a mighty stretch. Groans escaped his lips. His puffy eyes were clamped shut for a few seconds. The Prince bounced off the bed and made his way to the bathroom.

The kingdom was the only building with running water. Other, lower class, citizens had to labour over bringing water into their houses daily, for cleansing and food.

The prince splashed his face with the cold running water. He started the bathwater and walked out of the bathroom with a towel to dry his face. The Prince’s room was huge with many unnecessary decorations. And a single, but large, painting of a family portrait with his father, mother and himself. His mother wore a black and golden gown, complemented with a peacock feather brooch. The prince was nothing more than a lad at the time, wearing his blue and gold dress. Funny, he still kept that dress, due to his mother’s request.

The prince looked out through his window as the droplets of rain splattered and raced down the glass. “It’s raining today… what am I going to do about this?” The prince looked down to his feet. He never liked the rain, it made his skin itch and he always got sick after being outside. He walked back to the bathroom and hopped in the bath. The hot water put him more at ease.

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The bell attached to the bakery’s door rang loudly. The prince walked in through the door, closed his brolly and shook off some of the water before hanging it on the racks. “Welcome in Your Highness,” (Y/N) bowed to the prince. The two made eye contact for a minute, before (Y/n) broke it and bowed down hastily. “Would you like something to drink while I get ready?” She offered.

“Just tea will be fine,” The Prince replied. He played with the cuffs on his coat and sat down at one of the tables. His eyes were wide open, and his cheeks were dusted with a light pink shade in contrast to his milky white skin. The Prince never fidgeted, it was ill-mannered, but he couldn’t control himself today. The back of his hands felt dry like a rash was forming on them. From experience, he knew not to scratch them. The Prince sighed, “I hate the rain…”

“Did you say something You’re Highness?” The girl startled the Prince. She placed his cup and plate on the rustic mahogany tables. He pulled the plate closer to him and began to fidget with the edge of the teacup plate.

“No, nothing,” he replied to the girl. “We should make new plans because of the rain… How about this? Would you like to go to The Castle with me?” The girl’s arms went stiff. She looked up into the Prince’s eyes to check for any sarcasm or a crooked grin. But none was seen. She slid into the seat across from him and gripped the edge of the table tightly.

“Are you sure your highness? I’m merely a peasant, I do not belong in the—” she was cut off by the prince’s finger touching her lips. The customers in the bakery all gasped, watching The prince’s actions.

“I’m sure. I know your promise was to show me around the kingdom, but this once let me show you around The Castle. Is that alright?” He asked her, taking his finger off of her lips. She didn’t know how to feel, what would become of her image in the public eye if she said yes. What about if she said no, she’d be known as the ‘girl who turned down the prince’ which would be degrading towards The prince. But what if she was addressed as ‘the prince’s mistress’ or something to indicate a sexual relationship? Either option was bad, but she would rather ruin her own reputation than his.

“I- I’ll go then,” she muttered out, looking at the table.

“Look at me,” he commanded gently. This was the first time he had ever given her a command. Even though the tone in his voice was sweet and gooey, (y/n) was still startled. She immediately looked back into his deep eyes. They were soft but filled with loneliness. How did she not realize this before? He didn’t care about the kingdom, he likely knew it like the back of his hand. What he really wanted was someone he could talk to and someone to keep him company… yet he has hundreds of servants within The Castle, why couldn’t he just talk to one of them?

The patrons in the bakery were all watching her, some with looks of sympathy and others with looks of disgust. Her cheeks flushed, and she suddenly felt shy. This was the first time she had ever been in the spotlight, and now she was caught in it. She wanted to run, to hide. She couldn’t bear the thought of the look of pity and disgust that the people were giving her. She could practically hear them calling her a “whore,” and a “slut”. “I bet she whines and begs for him to warm her side of the bed at night,” she imagined them saying. She felt the prickling sensation in her head, as her thoughts were becoming clouded. She let out a nervous laugh and shook her head to rid the thoughts.

In reality, the patrons were in disbelief. Jealousy clouded a few of them, they wanted to be next to the prince in (Y/n)’s stead. But the rest of them knew just how kind-hearted and deserving of this (Y/n) was.

“(Y/N) look at me,” the prince repeated, sterner this time. She hesitantly looked up at the beautiful, black-haired prince in front of her. Her movements were too slow for him, however. He grabbed her cheeks and turned her to face him. “You’ll be fine,” his forehead moved to touch hers, “I promise.” Her head began to spin in circles, and her legs became weak. You wicked man Prince Min Yoongi. How could you be so deadly attractive and cute at the same time your highness? The warmth of his hands left her cheeks, it moved down her arms instead. He pulled her by her wrists, “Come on (Y/N), let us go.” His childish grin stole the hearts of every customer in that bakery.

“Wait, Your Highness! What about my things? I can’t waltz into The Castle in torn clothing!” Her legs moved on their own to keep her off the ground. The jingle of the door felt more like a “So long” rather than the usual greeting it had before.

“There’s clothing at The Castle!” He didn’t even turn back.

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marvelous-llama · 8 months

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pan-fangirl-345 · 3 years

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Hi Hi, I saw your 300 follower event, and I was wondering if you could do #9 (I think I got stabbed, you know, just a little bit) with Sugawara Koushi + Fem!Reader pretty please?Royalty AU, fluff. Maybe she's a princess, and he protects her or something like that?

A/N: Yes! I adore this idea! I was wondering whether someone was going to ask for this or not.

Summary: You adore your kingdom, and you adore your subjects, but every once in a while, you wish that people would stop trying to assassinate you in the middle of the night.

TW: Blood, assassination attempts, mentions of murder, political bullshit, mentions of death (no one actually dies), stabbing

"Have all of the embassies arrived for tomorrow's negotiations?" you asked as you rifled through the numerous documents that you had been handed that morning.

"Nearly, Your Highness," Daichi told you, standing guard just inside your chambers. "There are one or two that are still on the road, but they will be here late tonight."

"Good. What about the seating chart?"

"Your mother is currently taking care of it," Daichi informed you. "It's nearly finished."

"Security?"

"Hand-picked by me and Sugawara and ready to stand guard."

"This is why you're the Captain of the Guard," you replied, giving him a small smile over your shoulder.

"You really should get some rest, Your Highness," Daichi said. "It's almost midnight, and we both know how you get when you're tired."

"No, there's too much to do. I still have to check on the food arrangements, the bedchambers, the stables-"

A knock on your door interrupted you, and you straightened your clothes before clearing your throat.

"Come in," you called.

Koushi stumbled in, looking pale and tired.

"Koushi? What's wrong?" you asked.

"I think I got stabbed," he admitted, "you know, just a little bit."

"What?" you cried, rushing over, helping him out of his armor.

Indeed, there was a small patch of blood spreading out across the shirt Koushi was wearing underneath his armor.

"What happened?" you asked, though it was more of an order than anything.

"Yet another assassination attempt," Koushi said, wincing when you shucked his shirt off. "It's fine though, I took care of it."

"You're bleeding, how is that fine?" you demanded, grabbing a cloth and a bowl of water. "Daichi, go get a doctor."

Daichi nodded, striding out the door.

"(Y/F/N), it's fine," Koushi told you, taking your wrist in his hand gently.

"It's not," you snapped, swatting his hands away.

"Hey, I think I did pretty well against two professional assassins," Koushi joked, and you whacked his shoulder.

"Not funny," you told him. "How did they get in?"

"They're in the business of murder," Koushi muttered, "and that pays well. They looked like nobility."

"Damn it," you mumbled, wiping away the blood from his side. "This has to stay quiet. What did you do with the bodies?"

"They're still alive, so I threw them in the dungeons after giving them a very thorough check to make sure that they didn't have any poison or anything on them. I figured you would want to interrogate them."

"Something like that. For now my main concern is making sure that you're okay."

"Hey," he murmured, tilting your head up making you look at him. "I'm fine."

Daichi, Koushi, Asahi, and you had all been together since childhood. They were sons of some of your father's most trusted consul, so they had always been around the castle with you.

When they had joined the Royal Guard, they had risen through the ranks quickly, especially since you had favored them, and they had proved themselves competent to protect you should the need ever arise.

Koushi and you had always been closer than was strictly necessary though. He was almost always by your side, and he had been dubbed your 'personal guard' by most of the royal court.

The title wasn't completely a lie, but he had been much more than that for many years, though you had yet to alert your father of this fact.

"You need to be careful," you whispered, leaning your forehead against his. "What would happen if-"

You couldn't even choke the question out.

"They just got a lucky shot in is all," Koushi assured you, cupping your cheek in his hand.

"Yes, but a few inches higher and-"

"Don't think about it," he ordered.

"Koushi, it's pretty much staring me in the face, how can I not think about it?" you asked, grabbing the swaths of bandages that you had started keeping in your room.

He didn't answer as you pressed the bandages to his stomach.

You made sure that they were firmly pressed to the wound, but then he tipped your head up, kissing you softly.

It had it's desired goal, every thought in your head flew out of it as his mouth pressed firmly against yours.

You pressed forward, returning the kiss, but then you pulled away, shaking your head.

"We can't," you whispered. "I'm the Crown Princess, I have a duty to my kingdom. My father-"

"Your father already gave me his blessing to court you," Koushi blurted.

"What?" you inquired, looking up at him in confusion and hope.

"That's what I was doing, before the assassins appeared," he told you, tucking your hair behind your ear with the hand that wasn't covered in his blood. "I was asking him if I could court you with the intention of marriage. He gave me his blessing. If you want this, you can have it."

You breathed a sigh of relief, pressing your mouth to his again, more firmly this time.

"We can talk more about this later," you said when you pulled away. "Right now you need to take it easy until the doctor clears you. That's an order from your Princess, understand?"

"Yes Your Highness," he said with a sigh.

"Hey, don't worry about me tomorrow," you told him. "Asahi's face is so scary that no one will mess with me."

"I know, but I would rather be there in case anything happens," he said.

"I know, but I really do think that this will be a somewhat peaceful. Every kingdom and nation and tribe coming really just wants what's best for their people. It's common ground that we can build off of. Just take it easy and trust the others to keep me safe, alright?"

"Yeah, you're right," he muttered, pressing his lips to your forehead softly.

"I know I am. Now come on," you said, leading him over to sit on your bed so that you could wipe away more of the blood.

"You called for me, Your Highness?"

"Yes, Koushi got himself stabbed," you said, "I need you to take a look at it and make sure that there's nothing more serious going on."

"Yes Lady," the medic said, bustling around.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"How was the meeting?" Koushi asked when you walked into your chambers the next night.

"I hate my job," you muttered, sitting next to him, reaching out to run your hands through his hair.

He smiled, leaning into your touch as you told him about what had happened.

"Anyway," you concluded, "how are you feeling today?"

"I feel fine, now that I'm not suffering from blood loss," he told you, making you smile. "Come here," he said.

You sighed, swinging yourself up onto the bed, curling into his uninjured side, letting the stress of the day melt from your shoulders in his presence.

"That bad huh?" he asked.

"Yeah," you muttered, laying your hand on his heart so that you could feel it beat beneath your palm, a reminder that he was still there.

"Go to sleep," he murmured, kissing the top of your head. "I'll be here when you wake up in the morning."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

#suga x reader #sugawara koushi x reader #sugawara x reader #koushi x reader #royalty au #koshi sugawara x reader #koushi sugawara x reader #imagine #suga imagine #haikyuu x reader

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Into Eternity - FINAL

So, oh my gosh this is actually happening???

I have been writing this story for three years and it honestly has gotten me through so much? I love these characters and to give them an ending has brought me so many emotions. Thank you to everyone who has read and has loved these characters as much as I have.

Now buckle up, for the finale.

Pairing: Jimin X Reader

Genre: Romance, Fantasy, Royalty!AU

Words: 8,877

Warnings: Attempted Suicide (it isn't graphic, but it's there so please be aware of that), Explicit Sexual Content, Pregnancy, Pregnant Sex, Unprotected Sex (She preggie, but y'all be careful), Creampie, Dirty Talk. Birthing Scene (Not terribly graphic but just be aware), the fluff we've all been waiting forrrrr! (If I forgot anything please do let me know!)

It had been a week since the fight with Morgana and your death.

Jimin hadn’t been coping well at all.

Taehyung entered the bedroom where they had set you after the fight. Father Jin redressed you and washed your hair, but other than that you hadn’t moved or breathed. Nothing to note that you were alive. Father Jin had resigned himself to his room and hadn’t come out. Jungkook was training for hours on end and Taehyung was too busy trying to keep Jimin alive to do much else.

Hoseok had sent for more guards and they arrived soon after. Although they weren’t allowed inside the palace. No one was to come near, Jimin would have them beheaded.

Taehyung saw the same sight he’d seen for the last week. Jimin, at your bedside, waiting.

“Sire,” Taehyung announced his entrance.

“Taehyung,” Jimin answered softly.

“I brought you something to drink and a bit of porridge, will you eat it?” He asked, looking down at the small mugs in his hands.

“Yes, I’ll eat,” Jimin answered.

Turning around Taehyung sighed as he saw the dark bags under his eyes. The look of exhaustion that filled his frame was overwhelmingly sad. Taehyung knew his friend, and he was a shadow of himself. As if he were slowly dying without you with him.

But Taehyung pressed on, a smile coming across his features.

“Here you are,” Taehyung said, setting the mugs in his hands.

Jimin ate slowly, methodically. As if it was a chore to be doing so.

Taehyung wondered if he tasted it, his eyes were so devoid. It was like he was a skeleton walking around. No joints or ligaments, just bones clacking together. The way he moved was awkward and ungraceful, nothing like the Prince he knew. One thing was for certain.

He missed you.

“Jimin, do you want to take a bath?” Taehyung asked, looking at his friend’s appearance.

“No,” he said quietly.

“It’ll take a few minutes, please,” Taehyung urged.

“I’d rather not right now,” Jimin almost whispered.

“It’s okay, perhaps later,” Taehyung gave in, knowing that it wouldn’t happen later either.

“Taehyung,” Jimin’s voice was stronger this time.

“Yes, sire?”

“Do you think she’s really dead?”

“I don’t-”

“Perhaps this is what they wanted for me. To suffer without her,” he said bitterly.

“Don’t think so lowly of your ancestor, he tried to do what he could for you both,” Taehyung admonished.

“Perhaps I should die as well, join my beloved where we can be free together,” Jimin said, laying his head down on the bed, and gazing at you with misty eyes.

“Jimin!” Taehyung yelled.

Jimin flinched but didn’t move.

“I don’t think this is what Y/N would’ve wanted for you. She wouldn’t want to watch you starve yourself. She would want you to lie here and wait for something that might not happen. She’d want you to go out and live your life. To go out and be happy. Jimin, please listen to me. The way you’re treating yourself isn’t anything like what Y/N would’ve wanted for you. She loved you so much, and wanted nothing but the best for you. So for you to disrespect her wishes like this... It makes me sad, Jimin, truly it does.”

“So you do think she’s dead,” Jimin whispered.

“Jimin,” Taehyung said.

“Get out,” Jimin demanded softly.

“Jimin listen.”

“Get out Taehyung!” Jimin screamed, standing up.

Taehyung didn’t waste anymore time, slamming the door before he left.

It was the day of your funeral...

Jimin had fought tooth and nail to make sure he never saw this day, but here it was. It had been two weeks since your death. And Father Jin said it was time to lay you to rest. Jimin had denied it at first, but now, there was an eerie calm that settle over the palace. Jimin was silent, save for the few words he spoke to Taehyung. But other than that, no words left the man.

“We are here today to lay to rest a soul who has touched all of us in many ways,” Father Jin began.

You were laying in your coffin, beautiful as the day Jimin first saw you. The maids had braided gorgeous ribbons in your hair, and graced your face with the smallest amount of makeup, enhancing that natural beauty you had. Jimin’s eyes were filled with tears as he looked at you. His beloved bride, going so soon. And it was his fault you were dead. Because he couldn’t protect you.

“Jimin,” Taehyung whispered, nudging his friend.

“I’m fine,” he whispered back, wiping his eyes gingerly.

“Lady Y/N was a tender soul. Someone who wanted nothing but to share love and happiness wherever she went. I had the pleasure of knowing her, and I will forever miss her and her laughter. She is with God now, and I will take comfort in knowing that. May God rest her soul.”

Father Jin stepped away from the casket, Namjoon taking his place.

“Lady Y/N was fearless, and bright. Always willing to lend a hand to those in need. I failed her a guard and I will forever be unworthy. But as I continue on with life I will live for her, I will live with her in mind so that no one will ever suffer the same fate. I will protect the Royal family for the rest of my days, and will forever ask for forgiveness that I wasn’t able to protect them this time. Lady Y/N, I am so sorry. May you grace us with your love and kindness, so that we may forgive ourselves as well. You will be missed, dearly,” Namjoon said.

The rest of the proceedings went on, yet Jimin felt numb.

You lay there before him, so close yet out of reach. His soul yearned to reach out for yours, longing to touch you, to hold you. To bring you into his embrace and care for you as you did for him. When it was finally his turn to save you, he failed...

“Y/N was a beautiful person,” Taehyung began.

“She was smart, funny and a true joy to be around. I remember the first time I met her. She was outspoken, yet, in the best way. She challenged all of us to be better. To think more, to be more. She challenged me to be the best version of myself, and all I can say, is that I will continue to be the best person I can be. I will remember her fondly, and I will always be grateful for what she has done for me and my friends. May God rest her soul,” he repeated.

Yoongi spoke next, saying little but it was enough. Although Jimin still felt as though something was wrong. Something was terribly wrong.

Soon, it was Jimin’s turn to speak.

He felt awkward as he went to the front to speak. He took a deep breath in and imagined you, holding his hand. The warmth that suffused him gave him the strength to speak.

“Y/N was... everything to me. Never have I loved like I loved her. She was beautiful, caring, sweet and... maddening. She challenged everything I knew about myself. Everything I ever thought I knew, and she changed me. Y/N changed me for the better. She made me believe that I could do anything, be anything. No matter what I thought about myself, she always believed in me. More than I did. Y/N was knowledgeable. She loved to read, I promised her a library. That way she could read without me getting in her way, I had a way of interrupting her at the most important part of the book she’d tell me...” Jimin laughed, tears coming down his cheeks. “I love her so much, even now I love her so dearly and so fiercely that this all feels wrong. To be burying her feels like a foreign concept to me that I cannot accept. I-I... don’t want this to be it.”

“Y/N, I love you. Please forgive me,” Jimin said, taking out a vial.

It was poison. Jimin had planned to end his life here. Perhaps that was what had felt so wrong the whole time. The fact that he knew he’d be ending his life in front of his friends brought him no comfort. He only felt guilt, but he couldn’t bear another day without you here. It wasn’t feasible to him. It was everything he could do to stand right now.

“Jimin no!”

“I love you, Y/N,” he whispered, bringing the vial to his lips.

“I love you too,” a soft voice answered.

Before Jimin could turn around, Namjoon and Jungkook tackled him to the ground, taking the vial from his hands.

“No!” Jimin fought back, thrashing around like a child.

“Sire please!” Jungkook said, reaching for the vial.

“Jimin?”

Everyone froze.

Jimin looked up to see you, his beloved bride, sitting up in your casket.

“Y/N?” he whispered. Unable to believe his eyes.

“Jimin? What’s going on?” you asked, looking around. From your standpoint, you felt like you’d been asleep for a very long time. As if you’d be put under a sleeping spell or something along those lines. But now, you felt better than ever, as if you were refreshed for the first time in a long while.

“Y/N...” Jimin said, looking at you in disbelief.

“Jimin, what am I doing in here?” you asked, placing your hands on the side of the coffin.

“My love,” Jimin said, standing up and coming to your side. You looked up and smiled, so glad to see him.

“Hi,” you said, placing your hand on his cheeks. He’d been crying, you could tell.

“Y/N,” he whimpered, wrapping you up in his arms and cradling you to his chest.

“Jimin?” you asked, trying to push him back so you could look at him. But he held you firm.

“My darling, I thought I lost you,” he said, tears falling down his cheeks so freely.

“I don’t understand, the last time I saw you I was... How am I here?” you asked, looking around.

“It doesn’t matter, my love, it doesn’t matter. What matters is that you’re here now,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around you.

“But Jimin,” you started.

“Shhh,” he shushed, tangling his fingers in your hair. “I love you, so much,” he said, tilting your head up.

“I love you too,” you said back, but before you could say much else his lips were on yours. Jimin wasted no time, pulling you from the coffin without much difficulty. Jimin had you in his arms and like hell he was ever going to let you go again.

Slowly he pulled away and let his head rest against yours.

“Can you stand?” he asked, placing your feet on the ground.

“I think so,” you answered. Carefully, you took a step, almost falling to the ground if it wasn’t for Jimin’s strong arms keeping you up.

“Maybe not just yet darling, let me carry you,” he said, sweeping you up into his arms.

“Jimin!” you gasped, hanging onto his neck, not wanting to fall.

“I’ve got you,” he said, starting to carry you back towards the palace. The rest of the men there did nothing but watch as Jimin carried you in his arms.

“I never thought that this marriage would work out,” Taehyung said softly, looking at the disappearing silhouette of you and Jimin.

“Well, never say never I guess,” Namjoon said back, crossing his arms.

“I’m glad it worked out, Jimin deserves to be happy,” Jungkook commented.

“They both deserve it,” Father Jin said, smiling.

Your coronation was creeping up on you.

You and Jimin both would be crowned King and Queen of Arcane Kingdom. The people would be yours to govern and yours to care for. They were now your responsibility and duty. It weighed heavily on you, the stress of being a Royal. But you didn’t let it show, because you had been given a second chance at life another try.

No one gets that lucky.

But you did. And you weren’t going to waste it.

After everything that had happened, you were still so glad that you were with Jimin. Able to call him yours. It made your heart sing knowing he was your partner in all of this, your husband and truest love.

A knocking at the door shook you from your thoughts.

“Lady Y/N,” Father Jin said from the other side of the door.

“You can come in Father,” you said, putting your hairbrush down as you turned to face the door.

“I’m here as you requested,” he said, holding his bible and other various things you’d requested.

“Wonderful, I need your help,” you said, moving towards the bed.

Father Jin looked at you with confusion.

“It’s been two months and I haven’t bled yet. I-I was hoping you could find out if I was with child?” You said softly.

Father Jin almost fainted on the spot.

“W-With child? My dearest Y/N are you sure?” He asked coming forward.

“I’ve been having symptoms, the nausea in the morning, wanting weird foods and of course not bleeding but, I just wanted to know. I know if I have the palace physician check and I am pregnant he’ll run and tell Jimin. I want to tell him myself, it’s our possible child,” you said.

Father Jin beamed at you, quickly getting his materials ready.

“It would by my absolute honor my Lady,” he said. You smiled.

He busied himself with usual questions and looking at your stomach.

Finally Father Jin smiled brightly at you.

Biting your lip hard you heard his answer.

“My dear Lady Y/N, congratulations. You’re with child,” he said. Tears burst from you quickly, unable to handle the emotion of the whole situation.

You had been so worried that perhaps Morgana killing you would ruin your chances at having a child with Jimin. And considering you two had been having plenty of intimate moments, it was starting to become a fear.

But now...

Now you’re pregnant. With Jimin’s child.

Everything you’ve ever wanted and more.

“Father Jin,” you cried, hanging onto him so tightly. He pet your head gingerly, making sure you were alright before pulling back.

“Your timeline is correct, you are around two month pregnant,” he said, looking at your stomach with nothing but sheer adoration.

“I’ve been so worried,” you hiccuped.

“It’s alright Y/N, you are pregnant. And may the Lord bless you and your unborn child,” he said softly.

“Can you please keep this between us?” You asked.

“I won’t tell a soul,” he agreed.

“Thank you Father, truly, thank you so much.”

—

You were incredibly giddy for the rest of the week. Everyone had taken notice of your spunk and lively attitude. The stoic Yoongi even asked what had you all excited.

You just brushed it off, telling them you’d read a really good book or just ate something delicious. You wanted to tell Jimin so badly. But he was nowhere to be found no matter how hard you looked. The only time you were with him was when he crawled into bed with you early in the morning. Wrapping himself around you and keeping you close to him.

But he was always gone before you woke up.

You knew he was getting ready for the Royal coronation coming up soon, but it still made you a little sad. The distance.

However, you had planned it perfectly.

Jimin’s favorite lace night dress was wrapped around your body. A soft pink dressing gown over top. The man enjoyed unwrapping you like a present.

It was everything you could do not to just run to him in his study and proclaim your pregnancy to him then and there. But you oh so loved the look on his face when you gave him surprises.

Teasing little hints.

It was already late into the night, but you were determined to stay up and see your husband. It was moderately boring in your bedroom, alone, but it wouldn’t be lonely for long...

Just as you thought about going out on the balcony for some fresh air, you heard Jimin enter the room. You hadn’t seen him awake in a few days so you rushed over immediately to see him.

“Jimin!” You said, rushing to bring him into your arms.

Jimin smiled, looking exhausted, but happier now that he got to see you.

“Y/N, it’s late. What are you doing up?” He asked, kissing the top of your head with such tenderness it made your heart ache.

“Wanted to see you,” you mumbled, cheek pressed against his shoulder.

“Well, you’ve seen me. But I think it’s time for bed,” he said, removing his tunic and draping it along the chair of your vanity.

“Can we talk first? There is something important I have to tell you,” you said, taking his hand in yours.

“Is something wrong?” He asked, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb.

“Just sit down,” you said, moving him towards the bed. Jimin sat down heavily, looking up at you with a gentle smile.

“Alright my love, what did you want to discuss,” he said, rubbing his face.

He was utterly worn out, and you could see it on his face. But you knew what you were about to say would make it all worth it. It would be okay.

“Jimin, I want you to know something,” you swallowed hard. Trying to keep your emotions from becoming too much.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” He asked.

“Yes, I’m fine Jimin. But, I want you to know how much I love you. How much I adore waking up in the morning next to you. And how much I love being your wife,” you said, bringing your hand to his cheek softly.

“I love you too,” he said, a smile appearing on his weary features.

“Jimin, I-I...” you stammered, trying to find the words to get them out. Jimin frowned at your flustered attitude. Normally you could tell him anything, he wondered what had gotten you so worked up.

“Jimin,” you said, walking closer. His sparkling eyes looked up at you and you so hoped the babe in your stomach would inherit those beautiful eyes.

“Jimin I’m with child,” you said, bringing his hand to your stomach.

Jimin’s whole demeanor changed instantaneously.

“What?” He croaked, looking up into your eyes with so much hope.

“Father Jin confirmed it,” you said.

“Y-You’re really pregnant?” He asked, looking at your stomach with a multitude of emotions running across his face.

“Yes,” you said.

“Oh my God, Y/N,” he cried, bringing you into his arms. Big fat tears were rolling down his face, catching in your hair and dressing gown.

“It’s okay, Jimin it’s alright,” you said, holding him tightly.

“I’ve waited for so long to hear those words from you,” he whimpered.

“I was worried that... possibly I couldn’t after-you know. But, I-I know they’re healthy, I can feel it,” you said brightly.

“I know they are too, my love. You’ll care for them so well, they’re going to be so perfect. You’re perfect,” he said, bringing his lips to yours gently.

Smiling into the kiss you attempted to deepen it, longing for your husband's touch. But Jimin quickly pulled away.

“I’m so exhausted my love, would it be okay if I just held you tonight? Both of you?” He asked, looking down at your stomach with so much love it made your heart stammer.

“Of course, Jimin, that’s always okay,” you said.

You both went to bed, sharing innocent pecks and warm words of love for each other.

It was so perfect.

—

Being pregnant was rather grueling task, you’d found out.

There were the weird food cravings. The palace chefs could hardly keep up with you. Then the constant nausea that had plagued you and often made you miss out on certain meals. And the aching of your back and feet was another problem.

But the love you felt for the being inside of you right now, was more than you could’ve ever dreamed.

Although, there was another symptom of your pregnancy that had been particularly hard to handle.

You were ravenous for your husbands touch.

Except, he hadn’t really wanted to do anything like that with you for a while... the last time you two had been intimate was when you made this baby. And that was five months ago.

Now that you were coming into a different stage of your pregnancy, everything was getting harder. Clothing yourself, putting on shoes. It was all so taxing and you mainly wanted to rest.

Unless Jimin was there.

In which case you wanted him to ravish you until the morning came.

But, for some reason, he didn’t feel the same.

Of course he loved you, this wasn’t something you doubted. But he was very busy and you were already pregnant so what was the point in engaging in those kinds of activities if the end goal was achieved... right?

You knew Jimin loved you, he said it and showed it often. But you wished he would take you to bed and pleasure you. Let you have as much of his cum as you wanted. However, something was stopping him.

And you were determined to find out what.

Walking through the palace halls you found your husband admiring the gardens out in front of the castle. Jimin loved seeing the flowers blooming and flourishing with colors. Made him feel light inside.

You came up beside him and looked at the flowers with him. He smiled at you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and bringing you close.

The two of you stood like that, in silence for a few moments before you decided to speak.

“Jimin,” you said, keeping your eyes trained outside.

“Yes my love?” He answered, looking at you with pure joy.

“You seem distant lately,” you said, wrapping your arm around his waist.

“Have I? I thought we’d been spending quite a lot of time together... although if you’re feeling neglected I can see if I have more time to spare-”

“I-uh... I’ve noticed that we haven’t been... intimate since we conceived and I was just wondering, if you simply weren’t attracted to me being like this? Or if it’s because we’re already pregnant so there’s no need to try anymore or, um, something else maybe?”

Jimin’s face looked mortified as he tried to gather his scrambled mind and unprepared thoughts.

“Y/N, love no! Of course not! I absolutely adore being intimate with you! And not attracted to you? I-I can’t hardly control myself when I’m around you. Pregnant and swollen with my child,” he said, almost growling out the last part.

“Then why Jimin? Why haven’t you been touching me? Letting me touch you! What’s going on?” You asked, wondering what was causing the distance between your husband and you.

“T-the palace physician warned me about being with you like that, I don’t want to hurt you or the baby,” he said softly.

“But it’s not dangerous-Father Jin was encouraging me to, well as much as he would encourage someone to be intimate...” you said. “He said we should be... with one another as much as we can. It’s good for us to relieve the stress and I’ll never complain about you showing your love to me and my love for you.”

“But, what if I go too hard? What if I, I don’t know, make the baby come early? Or what if-”

“Jimin, my love, these are a lot of what ifs. Not a lot of what will... Nothing will happen to me or the child. That I can promise you,” you said, holding your distended stomach with affection. “You’d never hurt us.”

The young King looked so torn. Like he truly didn’t know what to do.

“I’m just... I’m worried about you,” he said softly, resting his forehead against yours.

“I’m tough,” you said, squeezing his hand gently.

“I know, God I know how strong you are. More than fit to be the Queen of this Kingdom, my wife, my equal... But, carrying a child is no small feat,” he said, brushing your hair off your face.

“It isn’t but I’m not doing it alone,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You’ve been with me every step of the way. We had rocky beginnings, but look at where we are now. Look at how much we’ve overcome and how much we will overcome in the future. It’s incredible, Jimin. You are the ruler that destroyed the witch Morgana,” you said.

“Actually, you’re the one who dealt the killing blow on that one, I just get all the credit cause I’m the King. Unfair if you ask me,” Jimin laughed lightly.

“What I’m saying is, you’re so brave, stubborn and wickedly smart. Surely you can think of a way in which we can be intimate and it not harm me or the babe?” You said, biting your lip.

“Don’t do that, I’ve been having dreams about your sweet mouth,” he groaned.

“Mmm, have you? Perhaps I should give it to you then, hmm?” You teased.

Jimin was a rather dominant person, but you’d discovered that sometimes he likes to be pushed around in bed. Told what to do and to be praised. It wasn’t something you’d been entirely good at to start, but, with a little practice you’d gotten the hang of it.

“My love,” he croaked.

“Jimin, I know you. I know how careful and gentle you can be. I’ll tell you if anything hurts or if I’m uncomfortable. But please, please take me to bed,” you begged.

Finally, it seemed you broke through. Because soon, you were being practically dragged down the hallway. Jimin’s grip on your wrist was tight, but not enough to hurt. You smirked as he hauled you into the bedroom, shutting the door firmly behind the two of you.

“God, look at you,” he murmured, coming forward to place his hands on your swollen belly. “So beautiful, so perfect carrying my child.”

“All yours,” you agreed, humming as his lips touched your neck.

“And I’m yours,” he said softly.

“Take this off,” you pleaded, tugging at his shirt with disdain. Giving you a coy grin, he pulled the shirt off and threw it on the floor. You ran your hands over his beautiful body, teasingly pinching his nipple, causing him to flinch.

“Little sprite, I’ll teach you to tease me,” he growled. Wetness pooled between your legs. Jimin came forward, finally connecting your lips.

Kissing Jimin was something you’d never tire of. You were certain. The way his plush lips moved over yours with reckless abandon make you squirm. His mouth captured your own, pulling you into a romantic embrace as the pair of you shared your breath.

“Jimin,” you whispered as he pulled away.

“What is it my love? What do you desire?” He asked, moving his lips along your jawline.

“Whatever you’ll give me, I want it all,” you pleaded.

“My my, so greedy. What a greedy Queen I have,” he tutted. You whined at his tone, wanting nothing more for the clothes between you to be removed.

“I just want you, only you,” you pleaded.

“You have me my love, all of me,” he said, kissing you softly. You wrapped your arms around his neck, cradling his head. You felt the back of your bed against your knees, forcing you to sit down while Jimin kissed you with such ferocity it made your poor core clench tightly around nothing.

“And you have all of me in return,” you smiled. Jimin pushed you onto your back, making you stare at the ceiling. Your heart was hammering so hard in your chest, you could feel it in your throat.

“I-Is it okay if I pleasure you? With my mouth?” He asked, looking at you beneath his long lashes. You smiled and brushed his hair from his face gently, but this was not without difficulty, you swollen tummy proving to be an obstacle.

“Mmm, that does sound nice. But, you have had me wait five months for you. I’m slightly tempted to skip the foreplay and go right for the main event,” you mused, watching as Jimin’s eyes inflated slightly. You smiled at his obvious desire for you, before you sat up and undid the ties at the front of your gown. Jimin watched as your chest relaxed, breasts bigger than they were before you’d gotten pregnant.

“I-If you’re wet enough,” he said, licking his lips.

“Why don’t you check?” You said, peeling your dress from your shoulders and easing the fabric down. Jimin moved so you could wiggle out of the offending material and lay naked on the bed. He was astounded and slightly concerned that you hadn’t been wearing any undergarments underneath.

“Oh my beautiful wife, how lucky am I to have someone like you...” he trailed off, gazing at your center with wanton desire.

“I’m just as lucky, if not more so,” you smiled, tugging on his ashy locks, earning you a warning grunt in response.

“A husband who neglects his wife for months on end? Surely you jest with me,” he chuckled sadly.

“You are more than attentive. Sometimes smothering, but never neglectful. Jimin listening to the palace physician isn’t wrong. He just happens to think he knows everything while Father Jin has had actual experience with pregnancy and birth. By the way, he will be delivering our child, not that ridiculous palace physician. I’d rather not have him near me when I’m giving birth,” you huffed, pouting slightly.

“Oh? I see, who else did you want there while you deliver? I know I should’ve asked this but-”

“You, Father Jin to deliver and Jungkook as well as Taehyung. Yoongi and Namjoon, and... Hoseok,” you said pondering for a moment.

“Those are all men, Y/N,” Jimin reminded, pouting from above you.

“And? Hoseok is our Godfather for the child, I believe he should be there. Jungkook is good in a crisis and also has knowledge of pregnancy and birth from his mother. Taehyung is such a dear friend, I certainly want him there. Yoongi is always calm and collected, and Namjoon would just feel left out if I didn’t include him!”

“You missed one,” he frowned.

“Of course I want you there silly. It’s your fault I’m like this, so you’re going to be there for the whole thing, no stepping out and no leaving me, understood?” You asked, raising a brow at him. Jimin just nodded.

“It’s not just my fault you’re like this, I don’t ever recall you saying no,” he snarked.

“I’m also not saying no now, if we could get back on track?” You asked, bringing his hand to your throbbing center. Jimin seemed to get the message as he rubbed his fingers along your slit, collecting your slick between the pads of his fingers and your skin.

“My love, so ready for me,” he murmured, coming in closer to kiss your neck. You let out a sigh of pleasure, running your hands down his back, scratching along the skin gently, causing goosebumps to rise in your wake. He groaned as you gripped his ass in your palms, causing him to rut forward like a pup in heat. You smirked at his enthusiasm, squeezing once more before he whined against your skin.

“Oh!” You gasped as he entered one finger inside your tight heat. A soft groan came from his cherry red lips, causing you to clamp down on the digit inside of you. Jimin moved his finger gently, stretching your hole out carefully. Everything he did, he did with purpose. It made your heart stammer in your chest as you could feel another finger slipping in next to the first one.

“So tight,” he growled, pumping in and out of you with a delicious tempo that had your hips grinding down against his hand. “You’re soaking the bed my darling.”

“I-I can’t help it, you feel too good,” you moaned.

“Mm, you sure I can’t have a taste? Just a little bit wouldn’t hurt,” he whispered against the shell of your ear. You wanted so badly to encourage his devilish mouth, but you gripped his wrist and forced him to stop moving those dangerous fingers inside of you.

He looked worried for a moment. But you smoothed your thumb over his brow.

“I can’t wait any more, please don’t make me wait,” you whined, humping against his fingers. “Give it to me, please. Fill me up.”

Jimin’s eyes turned dark as he pulled his hand away from your center. Watching with rapt attention you saw him take his sticky digits and put them in his mouth, sucking lewdly on your arousal. Jimin made a show of it. Licking and sucking on his fingers, trying to get every last drop of your essence off of his fingers. He was also proving that he could pleasure you with his mouth if you’d only let him.

“You want my cock? Want it so bad huh? My beautiful Queen, you want it? Huh? Tell me why I should give it to you?” He said, eyes glazing over as you presented yourself on all fours for him.

“Because, I’ve been so good for you. I’m carrying your baby, so pregnant and full, but not full enough. I need more, more of your cum Jimin. Want more of it leaking from me, please, remind me how you got me pregnant. Please, won’t you give me your cock? Your cum? Please, I want it so badly,” you pleaded.

Jimin’s eyes darkened further. He knew you were good at begging, it was one of his favorite things to teach you, because you learned so quickly what he liked. And he would never be able to deny such an earnest request.

“If that’s what you want my love, then you’ll have it. Have me,” he agreed, moving off the bed to push his pants and underwear to the ground before coming back to the bed. You felt his presence behind you, smoothing over your back gently. “Is this position okay? Or do you need something different?” He asked, kissing your shoulder.

“This is okay, I’m comfortable,” you encouraged. “Now, fuck me.”

Jimin needed no further words as he sank into you slowly for the first time in months. The pair of you breathed out heavy sighs as you finally felt the fullness you’d been craving for weeks. Jimin choked on a moan when you flexed your walls around him, making him buck into you a little harsher than expected.

“Sorry! I haven’t-Since we haven’t been doing anything I haven’t even pleasured myself, I haven’t had the time, you feel so good around me, fuck,” he moaned out, gripping your hips firmly.

“It’s okay, I won’t last long. I’ve missed you so much,” you moaned, your fists tightening in the bed sheets beneath you.

“Oh shit,” he growled, bucking into you again, building a steady rhythm that had your chest jolting almost painfully. Your core was soaking, and Jimin wasn’t letting up. He was fucking into you so hard some of your arousal was falling down your thighs.

“Jimin, harder,” you pleaded, head falling into the mattress. Your husband didn’t have to be told twice as he started rutting into your wet heat with vigor.

“I’ve been thinking about this everyday since you told me you were pregnant,” he snarled, pulling all the way out just to force himself back in once more. You cried out when his fingers found your clit, causing you to grind back against him. The air rushed from his lungs as he watched you practically use him for your own pleasure.

“Everyday? Then why didn’t you do anything?” You whined, bouncing back against him harshly. Jimin swallowed hard as he tried to stave off his looming orgasm.

“Because the physician... I was worried I’d hurt you or the baby, like I said earlier. But now that I know this is safe, don’t expect to be able to walk for a while,” he warned, pulling on your sensitive nipples gingerly. You cried out into the mattress when milk started to leak down Jimin’s hand. He watched as the pearly white substance soaked the sheets beneath you like your arousal had earlier.

“Fuck! Jimin, keep going please!” You begged when he got distracted by your chest practically flooding the bed.

“Have you not been expressing the milk? Doesn’t it hurt?” He asked.

“Yes, it aches so much during the day and I’m so sensitive when I try to sleep. Sometimes I wake up and my nightdress is soaked from milk,” you whined, trying to reach for him so he would keep pounding into you.

“Mm, since I didn’t get to have a taste of your pussy... Maybe you’ll let me have something else instead,” he teased, licking the milk off of his hands and groaning when it hit his tastebuds.

“More, please more!” You begged. Jimin noticed your frantic bouncing and eased you into a spooning position. He was still throbbing inside of you, but you could feel his head come to your shoulder, placing soft kisses against it.

“Let me drink from you, it must hurt my darling. So full and heavy with milk for our child, but they can share, surely?” He teased, kissing the side of your breast while giving shallow thrusts to your womanhood.

“You can have it, whatever you want as long as you keep fucking me. Please, Jimin, I’m so close,” you whimpered. Sensing your urgency Jimin started his brutal pace back up. You cried out in bliss when his mouth met your sensitive nipple. Jimin gently suckled at your chest, causing more milk to enter his mouth.

He groaned at the flavor and gave a few sharp ruts into your clenching pussy. You were besides yourself with pleasure, almost in tears at all the stimulation.

Jimin wasn’t doing much better. Five months without even masturbating was proving to be his end far too quickly.

“Y/N, I’m going to cum. Are you close?” He asked, reaching down to push at your clit gently.

“Yes! Right there, pleasepleaseplease! Jimin,” you cried. Your walls tightened beyond belief, causing Jimin to freeze in his thrusting. He watched your face as you fell apart for him, causing him to reach his end as well. A cry of your name on his lips as ropes of hot cum painted your walls milky white. Jimin shuddered in overstimulation as you continued to clench yourself around his spent cock.

The pair of you lay there, clutching each other in the afterglow as you tried to catch your breath. Jimin decided to move first, pulling his still twitching length from your abused center. You watched as he stood on wobbly legs and came back with a towel to clean you up with. A soft smile took over your features as you spread your legs easily for him.

After he was satisfied, you opened your arms for him. Jimin moved forward without hesitation, wrapping your exhausted body with his own. He kissed the top of your head, then around your jaw and finally a firm kiss was placed on your lips.

“I love you so much my darling,” he smiled, resting his head on the pillow.

“I love you too, we both do.”

—

You’d never thought that giving birth would be a pleasant experience.

But never in your entire life did you imagine it would hurt this much.

The contractions had started early in the morning. Making you wake Jimin with a frantic push.

“My love what is it?” He asked, sitting up in the bed with a bewildered look on his face.

“Get Father Jin right now,” you demanded, leaning forward to hold your severely swollen stomach. Jimin was out of bed and quickly called the guards to get the Priest from his room as fast as possible.

They yelled back their confirmation before they hurried off. You felt the distinct cramping from your groin and moaned low in pain. Jimin came back over to you, looking at you with worry etched onto his features.

“Do you want anything? Anyone? I’ll call for whatever you need,” he said, taking your shaking hands in his.

“Good morning,” you whispered, giving him a weak smile.

“Good morning,” he smiled back, kissing your knuckles gently.

Soon you were in a different room entirely, getting settled into the blankets and all the people close to you had been summoned.

Jungkook and Taehyung had gotten there first, both excited and ready for the proceedings.

“Lady Y/N! It’s really happening? Oh my gosh! I’m so excited for you,” Jungkook said, coming over to place a gentle kiss on your hand out of respect.

“Thank you Jungkook, how is training the new recruits going?” You asked, trying to distract yourself from the pain.

“Oh that’s all boring! We don’t want to hear about that!” Taehyung said, coming next to you and also kissing your hand.

“Maybe she does my Lord,” Jungkook sneered. You knew the two of them had always had a friendly competition going on. But, right now you shushed them and told them to go sit down.

Hoseok and Namjoon were next, coming in shortly after Taehyung and Jungkook.

“My lady,” Namjoon said, taking to his knee in front of you.

“There’s no need for that right now, Namjoon. How are you? We haven’t had tea in a while, and I fear if this babe comes now we might not for a long while yet,” you teased and Namjoon just smiled as he stood up.

“We can sneak some tea in soon my Lady, leave the child with the King to see how he fares,” he smirked. Jimin was pouting. You knew it without even looking at him.

“I might have to do that,” you smiled. Hoseok came over quickly after, kissing your hand a few times before looking at you with excitement.

“Is there anything you want? Anything you need? I know you’re not supposed to eat anything right now but maybe some water?” He asked.

“It’s so sweet of you to offer, but right now I’m just tired and a little cranky,” you laughed, trying to keep yourself in good spirits.

Hoseok seemed to understand, giving your hand a soft squeeze before walking over to talk with Namjoon and Jungkook.

“Where’s Yoongi? And Father Jin?” You asked, looking around.

“We’re here!” Father Jin said, a bright smile on his face as he escorted a grumpy looking Yoongi through the doorway.

“Yeah, here,” Yoongi said, yawning and scowling at the older man.

“I’m sorry to wake you,” you whispered, reaching out for the stoic man. His resolve quickly melted as he came by and pressed a gentle kiss to the back of your hand.

“I’m sure you’d rather be sleeping now too, but I’m fine. Are you alright?” He asked, looking at you with an intensity you always forgot he possessed.

“Yes, just some contractions right now. My water hasn’t broken yet,” you said. Yoongi nodded and looked at Jimin with a soft smile.

“How are you faring, feeling okay?” He asked, looking at the father to be with kind eyes.

“Nervous, but happy,” he confirmed, taking your hand in his.

“Wonderful,” he yawned, going to sit down and hopefully doze off while you were still in the early stages.

Father Jin gathered everyone up and they all listened attentively to whatever he had to say. The day progressed and your water hadn’t broken yet, but the men all stayed, asking if there was anything you needed, holding your hand if you felt a particularly rough contraction.

But most importantly, Jimin was right by your side the whole time.

When your water did finally break, it was like hell also had broken loose.

It was later, probably afternoon when you felt it happen.

Father Jin was suddenly on his feet demanding towels and hot water for you, as well as some herbs that would help numb the pain as much as they could. Jimin looked panic stricken when you clutched onto his hand.

“It’s okay,” he said softly, brushing your hair away from your face.

“I’m scared,” you whispered, another wave of pain crashing through you without remorse.

“I’m scared too,” he confessed. “But I know you can do it. You’re already the perfect wife, now you’re going to be the perfect mother... Our child is almost here,” he said, kissing your cheek.

“Jungkook, Lord Taehyung each of you grab a leg and hold them please,” Father Jin said as he sat in front of you. Both men looked shocked at the idea, but you and Jimin both nodded, giving them permission.

Jungkook gently placed his hands on your calf and pushed your leg back holding it in position for you. Taehyung did the same, each of them keeping their eyes respectful.

“Why do we have to hold her legs?” Taehyung asked, looking at Jungkook.

“Gives her more leverage and relieves some of the pressure on her back,” Jungkook answered.

“The only problem is it can close off the birthing canal at an awkward angle, but for now this is the best position to give her a break,” Father Jin said.

When you started pushing, you felt your lower back ache with how much strain you were under. Jimin could only watch as you cried out in pain when Father Jin urged you to keep going.

Everyone in the room was tense with worry.

Your health had always been fragile, even after coming back from the dead you still fell sick easily and had trouble with your lungs. But Father Jin was focused on the baby, while Jimin was focused on you.

“I never expected it to hurt this much,” Namjoon whispered, watching on in horror as his Queen and dear friend struggled to keep conscious through the pain.

“I think I’m going to be sick,” you wailed. Hoseok was quick to grab a bucket that was formerly filled with water and held it as you threw up. Jimin smoothed his hands down your back, trying to keep himself from crying. Jungkook and Taehyung had given you a break with your legs so you could turn as you emptied your stomach.

“Y/N,” Jimin murmured, kissing your shoulder gently.

“Sit back straight, Y/N, you need to keep pushing,” Father Jin said. You were delirious with pain and exhaustion. You needed something to keep you grounded. The one thing you knew would always keep you grounded.

“My love, talk to me, just keep talking to me,” you pleaded, voice hoarse with how much you’d been crying.

“Y/N, it’s alright,” Jimin soothed, kissing your sweaty forehead with worry. “They’re almost here, we’re so close to meeting our baby. We’re so close to being a family.”

“Alright your Majesty another big push on the count of three, one... two... three!” Father Jin said, you pushed hard and felt nothing but sheer agony as the child started crowning.

“I can see the head!” Hoseok said, standing behind Father Jin, now hanging onto Yoongi tightly.

“Oh my God,” you cried, head falling back on the pillows.

“Keep pushing Y/N!” Father Jin said, preparing a cloth.

“I can’t, I really can’t, I’ll die if I keep going please,” you stammered. Taehyung and Jungkook shared an anxious look. Namjoon looked at you with fear written all over his features.

“My love, look at me,” Jimin said softly, bringing your eyes to his.

“It hurts, I can’t... Please don’t make me, ah!” You cried out as you felt another contraction.

“Y/N you need to push! Hard as you can,” Father Jin said, looking at your situation.

“Keep going Lady Y/N,” Jungkook said, looking up to your weary face. He’d seen several women give birth in his village, his mother being a midwife. But, to see someone he cared about going through this was difficult.

“You’ll be alright, you will. But if you stop pushing you’re putting you and the baby in danger,” Father Jin warned.

“How much longer?” You cried, giving another hard push.

“You’re so close,” Yoongi said, watching you with concern.

“You’re doing great!” Taehyung chirped, watching on in amazement.

He couldn’t wait to have his own family...

“The head is almost out, come on Y/N, keep going,” Father Jin said.

“Jimin,” you whimpered, clutching his hand as you gave the hardest push yet.

“I love you so much, keep going Y/N, I love you,” he whispered into your ear. You pushed again and finally, finally there was some relief.

“Oh my God!” Hoseok yelped, gripping onto Yoongi’s arm so tight he was certain that he was going to break his limb.

“You’re going to rip my arm off! Father Jin is a little busy right now!” Yoongi growled.

“Can you give me one more push? Just one more,” Jimin asked, kissing your shoulder. Looking at him with tears in your eyes you nodded, giving another strong push before soft cries filled the room.

“It’s a boy!”

“A prince!”

“Congratulations your majesties!”

You slumped back onto the bed, breathing heavily when a small bundle was placed on your chest. Looking down you saw your son, wiped off haphazardly and clutching your nightdress tightly.

“Oh Y/N,” Jimin whispered, placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

“He’s so handsome!” Hoseok cooed, looking on at you and Jimin both. Father Jin had you push a few more times to deliver the afterbirth, but nothing was as intense as giving birth to your son.

“Ji...min...” you breathed, eyes growing heavy.

“Can she rest Father?” Taehyung asked, looking at the little prince attached to his mother with tear filled eyes.

“Not yet, Y/N, stay awake,” Father Jin warned.

“Why...?” You asked, slowly taking in deep breaths.

“I need to check you and the baby over, and he needs to feed,” Father Jin said softly, cleaning you up still. Your eyes were still heavy, but you heard your baby crying softly on your chest.

Instinctively you shushed him, bringing him to your chest so he could latch on. After a little struggle, he was feeding eagerly. You brushed his hair gently, watching with sleepy eyes as he ate his fill.

Father Jin came over, congratulating you on a wonderful delivery. He did tell you everything you needed to do for the coming days, encouraging you to stay in bed and keep the baby close to form a relationship. He also told Jimin to take the baby and have time as well.

“It’s important that you two stay together for this coming week, I’ll make sure that the advisors and everyone just leaves you alone unless it is absolutely life or death,” Father Jin said, looking at your babe with a tenderness that made your heart swell.

“What’s the baby’s name? Hmm? What do we call our new prince?” Namjoon asked, raising a brow.

“Jihoon?” You asked, looking at Jimin for confirmation.

“It’s perfect,” Jimin agreed, giving you a kiss on the forehead.

“Prince Jihoon, I’ll let the advisors and everyone know,” Taehyung said, running into the hall.

“Lord Taehyung! Just hang on a second!” Namjoon yelled, chasing after the excited noble.

“We’d better go and make sure they don’t get into any trouble,” Yoongi said to Jungkook, patting his shoulder before guiding the younger male out the door.

“As much as I’d love to spend time with my Godchild, I have to make sure that my brother and friends don’t cause a scene,” Hoseok said. He came up and gave your hand a gentle kiss. “Congratulations Lady Y/N, I’m truly happy for you.”

With that he left the room, followed shortly by Father Jin.

You and Jimin were alone with your baby, the soft sound of his gurgles filling the room. Jimin looked down at you, eyes watery as he kissed your child’s head. You brushed the tears away from his face, even though exhaustion was flooding your aching body, you wanted to make sure he was okay too. He had also been through a lot today.

“I love you,” you said, watching as more tears fell from his eyes.

“I love you too, both of you... So much,” he whimpered. “That was the most beautiful and heartbreaking thing I’ve ever had to experience.”

“Heartbreaking?” You wondered out loud.

“To see you in so much pain, and there was nothing I could do about it,” he said, looking at your child, hands shaking.

“It’s alright, I’m okay now,” you said, holding his hand in your clammy one. Jimin pressed a delicate kiss to your wrist, looking up at you with so much love and adoration.

“I’m sorry you hurt so much, if I could take your pain I would,” he said, brushing your hair back.

“Doesn’t hurt anymore,” you mumbled, eyes closing slowly. “Just tired now...”

“Sleep my love, we’ll be here when you wake up.”

And they were.

And they always would be.

Forever.

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Promises || MYG

Summary: With a rumor of war, you are given a bodyguard. You didn’t think he’d become much more that that.

Paring: Bodyguard!Yoongi x Princess!Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Romance, Modern Royalty AU

Rating: PG

Warnings: There is an allusion to death, but it isn’t really mentioned. Just the passing of a parent in the past.

Notes: This is from the prompt list for ‘Bangtober’ on twitter! I finally got another one finished... I also got a little carried away with this one, but I like how it turned out!

Bangtober Masterlist

You walk the long, empty corridors of the palace. Your sneakers scuff the ground as you quickly make your way to the main meeting hall. The text message you received ran through your mind with confusion. ‘Please meet me in the meeting hall,’ your father had sent. You wish he gave you more context as to why he needed to meet you. You had been working on your personal paintings when your phone buzzed on the desk in your studio. It seemed urgent enough for you to forget about changing into non-paint stained clothing.

The guards standing outside the meeting hall doors open them for you once you round the corner. You can see your father with his back towards you, seemingly talking to someone. The sound of the doors opening makes him turn to face your direction. His face lights up only to drop once he sees what you are wearing.

“I’m sorry, but I was interrupted during my painting,” you apologize.

Your father nods, smiling lightly at the thought of you painting the day away. He knows how much it means to you. Your mother was the one to teach the both of you how to paint. And from the time she passed several years ago, you inherited her habit of losing sense of time, staying in her old studio while you paint to your heart’s content.

“Well, I’m glad you got my message. There is something I need to talk to you about.”

You look at him expectantly. He steps aside, revealing a man standing behind him.

“This is Yoongi. He is to be your personal guard and teacher. He will be at your side at all times, keeping you safe.”

“Safe from what?” You raise your eyebrow.

Your father shifts his weight slightly. He clears his throat, giving you a stern look.

“Neighboring kingdoms have been threatening us with war. I want to make sure that you don’t end up in their hands, forced to become the wife of either of their horrible sons. I’ve already lost your mother. I don’t want to lose you. So I found someone to keep you safe if something is to happen.”

This isn’t surprising news for you. For the past few years, the neighboring kingdoms have been at each other’s throats, raging war on the other. Most of it is due to undefined boundaries and regulation between the two kingdoms. There had been many instances when those that could not make a living inside the main city of each, crossed over to the other. Sometimes, they ended up in your kingdom, welcomed with open arms by your father. He would help them get back on their feet and create a new life here. The neighboring kingdoms knew about the help their own people were receiving from your kingdom. Time could only tell when your kingdom would be roped into the fight as well.

You nod, glancing back at the man next to your father. He seems to be around your age, and you were glad. You don’t want to be stuck with someone well older than you as you hope to get along with your new personal guard. You rake his features. Dark hair sits nicely atop his head, complimenting the tone of his skin. You can also see a slight hint of an undercut. His face looks soft, but his eyes have a sharp gaze set on you. He sports simple athletic attire, black on black, something you would see as a music artist’s stage outfit.

“Nice to meet you, Princess.”

He bows his head towards you. You feel heat rush to your face, unsure as to why his greeting made you giddy. You smile in return, bowing your head lightly in your own greeting.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you too, Yoongi.”

“Alright,” your father speaks up. “I will leave you to continue what I interrupted.”

You smile at your father. His lips lift into one of his own as he moves to give you a hug before leaving the room to disappear into another area of the palace. You turn to Yoongi, who is already looking at you, and gesture for him to follow you.

“Have you seen the whole palace yet?”

He shakes his head.

“Would you like me to give you a tour?”

“There’s no need. I am here to protect you, not to be shown around the place.”

You nod your head defeated. You were hoping to get along with your new companion, but he already isn’t taking interest at doing anything but following you around as if he were a dog. You turn to head back to the studio. Hopefully the paint on your palette hasn’t dried up just yet.

*** It’s been three weeks, and your interactions with Yoongi are still as quiet, short, and awkward as they were the first day. You have tried your hardest to get to know the man who is to be glued to you for as long as needed, but he is as silent and reserved as an introvert at a large family gathering. He shuts down your questions about him. If you show him a new painting, he won’t comment on it, only glancing at it and giving a curt nod before returning his gaze elsewhere. The only time you and Yoongi have conversation is when you have your fight training sessions---and that only happens two times per week.

It hurts. You thought that there would be some kind of connection after almost a month of knowing each other. You put yourself out there---mostly because you have to continue to do your daily duties and activities---but Yoongi doesn’t seem to care. Outside of your father, he is the only other person that you always interact with. Yes, the other workers around the palace often make conversation with you when they pass you by in the corridors. But they aren’t glued to your side like Yoongi is.

You are walking around the palace gardens alone. Surprisingly, you haven’t received a text from Yoongi asking where you are. You don’t mind it though. It has been a while since you were able to walk around the gardens, and now is the perfect time to visit the special spot.

Your mother’s grave sits in a slightly secluded spot of the gardens. She specifically asked to be buried there if she were ever to pass, and so your father lay her there to rest. It is towards the center of the gardens, hidden away by a few of the large oak trees and big bushes of flowers. She loved to sit in the grass with you and your father under the shade of the oak trees. You would read, have picnics, bask in the sun, all of her favorite pastimes and more. Things weren’t the same when she left you after you had turned fifteen. You couldn’t bring yourself to visit the spot very often, even after eight years.

“Hi mom,” you speak softly.

You sit on the grass in front of her tombstone. You trace your fingers along the marble, running them over the simple lettering of her name.

“I’m sorry I haven’t visited in a while. I just… it’s still hard. I know, I know. It’s been years. But it still hurts. I miss you.”

You sniffle, trying to hold back your tears. A thought pops into your head, and you hiccup as you gasp.

“Oh! I haven’t told you. There’s someone that Father introduced me to. His name is Yoongi. He is my personal guard. I don’t know how I feel about it all. I was hoping that it wouldn’t be a royal-guard relationship, that I’d have a friend. Wouldn’t that be nice? He would be my first friend. But he’s very quiet, reserved. I’m not even sure if he wanted to look after me in the first place.”

You run your fingers through the grass around you. Every once in a while, you pluck a blade or two, twisting them and trying them into knots before tossing them back on the ground. Your phone buzzes in your pocket, interrupting you from your conversation. ‘Where are you?’ Ah, Yoongi finally noticed your absence. You reply to him, telling him you are in the gardens, and shove your phone back in your pocket.

“Well,” you sigh. “I guess it’s back to doing my duties. I’m sorry to cut our time so short, mom. I wish I could spend the whole day with you.”

You bring two fingers to your lips. Kissing them, you gently press your fingers against the cool stone. You stand from your spot in the grass and dust yourself off. Giving the tombstone one last glance, you head back to the main garden area.

You look around, spotting Yoongi searching for you near where you were. He makes eye contact with you, noticing your movement, and rushes over to you.

“Are you alright?”

His question slightly shocks you. In the few weeks you have known him, Yoongi had never once asked you if you were okay.

“Uh, yeah. Um, I just was taking a break.”

He gives you a curt nod. You swallow thickly, turning on your heels to head back to the closest entrance of the palace.

***

It was odd. The once cold guy you knew started showing some effort in talking to you. It was awkward at first, Yoongi only giving you brief words; a small 'hello' or a simple nod of the head. Eventually it turned to short sentences and questions. He would continually ask how you had been, even if he already knew by spending almost every waking minute with you.

"Here."

Yoongi’s hand is thrusted into your face. A small towel rests in his palm, ready to be taken. When you look at him, his eyes are stuck on the canvas in front of him. His other hand is still making meticulous strokes against the material, coloring the off-white canvas a vibrant dark blue.

"Ah, thanks," you say.

Somehow, he knows what you need. Your hands are getting too sticky with the drying paint on your hands. You grasp the towel in your own hand. You wipe your paint covered hands on it, tossing to the side once you're done. You return your focus back to the canvas in front of you.

Your mind drifts to a million questions as you paint. Recently, Yoongi started joining you in your painting, making his own little pieces beside you. He didn't do much, but the effort he put in to doing the things that you love to do made your heart happy. But this brought your mind spiraling. Why did he start being so open to you? Why is he becoming more comfortable around you? How do you feel?

"What do you think?"

Yoongi’s words pull you back into reality. He is staring at you with a raised brow and shy gaze. You break your focus from his face and trace his arms down to the object he holds in his hands facing you. You stare in shock at the artwork placed before you.

It's you. Or at least, a slight abstraction of you. It's not a picture replica, but it is close enough. Your face sits in a profile in the middle of the canvas. Gold streaks make the outlines of your face, contrasting against the dark blue of the background. He managed to get almost all of the small details about you. You reach out to touch it. Your fingers manage to brush the canvas before Yoongi is grasping at your wrist. His touch isn’t tight, just enough to stop you from doing anything more.

“Careful, it’s still a little wet.”

He sets the canvas aside. Glancing down to your hand, Yoongi hums lightly. He searches for the towel you tossed aside, grabbing it and rubbing your fingertips against the material. Blue streaks appear on the towel. You must have touched a wet spot of paint.

“I like it. A lot,” you speak up.

Although Yoongi is finished cleaning your fingers, he doesn’t let your hands go. He keeps his gaze on them. A small smile adorns his face.

“Thank you.”

Yoongi takes a quick breath, tilting his face to look into your eyes. He doesn’t say a word, rather keeping your hands in his as he stands. You look at him quizzically. His smile only widens as he is quick to pull you up, too. Dropping one of your hands, he turns, making his way towards the door with you following right behind him. He doesn’t stop. Yoongi continues to gently drag you through the palace corridors.

“Where are we going?” you whisper, afraid to let your voice echo through the empty hallway.

Yoongi doesn’t speak. He pulls you along until you reach outside, entering the gardens. The path he takes is familiar to you. Not in the sense that you’ve walked through the place thousands of times, but rather, you know the destination. This is the way you take to get to your mother’s grave. How he knows it, you’re not sure.

He takes you through the shrubbery and towards the oak trees. Yoongi brings you close to the gravestone, letting go of your hand before stepping even closer himself. You don’t move to stand next to him. Instead, you watch as he kneels in the grass before it. Yoongi places his hands atop his knees, taking a deep breath.

“Hello, your majesty,” he starts. “We haven’t officially met, but I am the one your daughter talks about a lot. I am so glad to have met her. You raised a wonderful woman.” Yoongi looks back at you with a smile, before returning his gaze to the stone. “The reason I have come here with her is to ask you a question. You see, in the several months I have been here and gotten to be by your daughter’s side, I have grown to fall for her. So the question I want to ask is: Could I have your permission to date Y/N?”

Yoongi is silent for a moment. He lets his question linger in the light breeze as you stare at him with a gaping mouth. He stands from his spot in the grass and turns to face you. The second his eyes are on you, the wind kicks up a little, sending the leaves of the bushes and trees shaking. A few loose petals on some nearby flowers are picked up by the wind. They dance around the both of you, making you giggle lightly.

“I think that was a yes,” you jest.

He steps closer to you. His hands hesitate to touch your face, but eventually move to cup your jaw.

“Then would I have permission to kiss you?”

***

You told your father not too much longer after the day Yoongi confessed to your mother. Of course, you both were afraid, not sure how he would react to you dating your guard. But to your surprise, he welcomed your new relationship with open arms. Though, he did warn you to keep your love out of the prying eyes of the media. Who knows what would happen if the people were to find out about the relationship. It hurt you a little to hear your father’s plea, but both you and Yoongi thought it would be best to keep it hidden, at least until you could find a proper way of telling the kingdom. You know he means well.

“Y/N, try this.”

You’re in the kitchen. The kitchen staff are away doing whatever they wish in their free time, leaving you and Yoongi to be alone. Yoongi wanted to show you his baking skills---you were surprised to know about this hobby of his. Now surrounded by pots, pans, and a multitude of different utensils, Yoongi pushes the latest treat closer to your mouth. His eyes shine as you take the macaron from him. The sweet taste of the filling dances across your tongue, making you close your eyes in content. You smile, savoring the treat.

You feel Yoongi’s fingers trapse along the skin of your face, cleaning you up as much as he can. The flour---from your previous small flour fight---tickles your nose as he brushes it off your face. You slowly open your eyes, careful not to get anything in them as Yoongi continues his ministrations.

An alarm sounds from his phone. It causes the both of you to jump away from each other, Yoongi scrambling to see what is happening. You see the slight fear in his expressions fade into anger.

“Yoon, what’s wrong?” You step closer to him, shaking off your own fear and replacing it with worry.

“We have to go.”

Yoongi quickly places his phone back in his pocket. He grasps your hand, pulling you out of the kitchen. He turns to you and places a finger against his lips. You nod. A loud boom sounds through the halls, forcing you and Yoongi to move faster. They become louder the more you sprint around the palace.

You stop in front of a small hidden door in the floor. Yoongi opens it, taking you down the steep staircase. He fumbles for the light switch. The lights grow brighter the longer they are on. With it, you can see the different emotions on his face. Fear, anger, worry. He sets his hands gently on your shoulders.

“You have to promise me you won’t leave here until I come back.”

“But Yoongi,” you start. “What’s going on? Are we being attacked?”

He shakes his head. “Don’t worry about that. I will let you know when I get back. Just, please, don’t leave this room.”

You can hear the desperation in his voice. He pleads to you, switching his gaze between both of your eyes. He squeezes your shoulders once he sees you nod. Stepping a little closer, he pulls a small object from his pocket. It shines in the dim lighting. He brings you into a gentle kiss, placing the ring on your right ring finger. A promise ring.

“I love you,” he whispers.

“I love you, too.”

Just as quick as you got in, Yoongi leaves. The light flickers lightly as the door is shut above you. You can hear the roaring of loud noises from the small stone bunker-like room you were placed in. Sighing with a tone of worry, you slip down the wall across from the staircase, pulling your knees towards your chest. You play with the ring Yoongi gifted you, hoping that he will be okay.

***

It is hours of relentless noise from above before you want to do something to distract you. You pat your dress pockets in search of your phone. They come up empty. You try to think of what happened to it, now remembering you set it down on the island in the kitchen after you took pictures of you and your boyfriend when you finished your play fight. You sigh, leaning farther against the wall.

You wish there was something you could do to keep yourself occupied. But anything you thought of included some form of noise from you, so you scratched them from your list.

You scramble to your feet, rushing towards the lightswitch and over to underneath the stairs when you hear footsteps above the room. You hope that whoever it is, won’t check for the door. Against your wishes, the door opens. Light from above floods through the small opening. You slowly move to cover your mouth, afraid of what might happen if you are caught.

“Y/N?”

Your eyes widen. Stepping out from your hiding spot, you run to greet the person you had been waiting for. You send you and Yoongi backwards as you embrace him in a tight hug. Tears prick your eyes as you feel his warm touch after being enveloped by the cold room and worrying sounds. He rubs your back, pulling you even tighter against him.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he mumbles. “We can’t stay here for long though.”

You take a few deep breaths before pushing yourself off of Yoongi. He sits up.

“It’s still not safe here. We have to go. But I won’t be leaving you this time, okay?”

You nod, standing up along with him. He holds your hand, guiding you sneakily through the abandoned corridors. He takes you through some of the lesser used areas of the palace. You glance around. There are many things that have been disrupted. A few chunks from the walls sit on the floor in small pieces, tapestries are torn, and the faint smell of smoke lingers in the air.

Yoongi steps through another door, this one leading you outside. The smell of smoke is stronger here. He pulls you towards a series of bushes. You note the smeared something on the outside walls of the palace, grimacing at the thought of what it could be. You step through the greenery. A small dark colored car idly sits in the empty space you enter. Yoongi rushes you into the vehicle, letting you get in before he steps in himself.

You don’t speak until the car is moving.

“Okay. What’s going on?” You twist in your seat to face Yoongi.

He takes a deep breath. “The two neighboring kingdoms have finally had enough of what your father has been doing. They waged war on us, on him, and have come to destroy everything.”

“Is he okay?”

“Your father?” You nod. “Yes, he is fine. He was able to escape before both kingdoms had a chance to break into the palace.”

You sit back in your seat, glad to hear what he told you about your father. You move your gaze to the window. Gasping quietly, you see the destruction left behind. Many buildings are toppled over, fires consuming whatever they could. People run through the streets helping one another as others get into their own vehicles and flee their homes. Yoongi moves closer behind you. He takes your hand in his, rubbing circles into your skin. You wish there was something you could do to help your people. But knowing the neighboring kingdoms, they will do anything to try to find you and take you.

“What are we going to do?” You uttered.

Yoongi sets his chin against your shoulder. He leans in closer, whispering in your ear.

“We are going to go through a protection program. We’ll live a new life for however long we need. We will come back once it is safe to return. It’s what your father wants for you. I promise we will come back to visit your mother. To get back to the life you have lived. I promise.”

He leaves his promise with a kiss on your shoulder as he plays with the ring on your finger. You know that he will keep his promise.

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the-manor-7 · 4 years

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BTS x Reader Reactions: They Discover You Are A Princess

Jin

He would discover this when he went with you to meet your parents, and their house was a castle.

Even when you were pulling up to the entrance, he wouldn't really know what was going on.

However, when you were inside, everyone addressed you as 'Princess', bowed to you, and someone even knelt.

You introduced this person as Sir Aldis, your bodyguard since you were young.

When you went into the throne room, your parents were sitting up on their pedestal, whispering to one of their advisors.

Jin didn't know how to act in front of them, but you just looped your arm through his and dragged him across the room and up the stairs to stand in front of them.

Your mother would turn to you both with a bright smile on her face, “Oh, welcome back, dear! And you must be Jin. It’s so good to finally meet you!”

When he bowed (a bit lower than usual) your father just chuckled, “Come, son, you don’t need to do that. You might be the King Consort one day. A normal amount of respect between parents and son-in-law is just fine.”

When Jin blanched and turned to you in surprise, you just nodded and laughed, “Yep, if we get married, you’re going to be King Consort, how does that sound?”

He didn’t quite know how to feel about this whole situation at the moment, but being King did sound kind of nice.

Yoongi

Yoongi would discover that you were a princess when he came home one day to find you sitting on the couch with a man kneeling in front of you.

At first, he got suspicious, thinking that something else was going on, but decided just to wait and see what you were saying. You had never betrayed him before and didn’t seem the type.

“Why are you here, Sir Aldis?” Yoongi could hear irritation plainly in your voice.

“Your Highness, the King and Queen have ordered that I stay with you. Crime rates are rising in this area.”

You sighed, “I told them they don’t need to worry about me. They were the ones that made me take self-defense classes for seven years.”

It kind of felt like he was watching a historical drama.

“Your Highness, you are the Crown Princess. We cannot risk anything happening to you.”

You just sighed again and slumped so your head was resting in your hands, “I’m going to need to talk to Yoongi about this.”

It was then that he made his presence known and walked into the room, “What did you need to talk to me about?”

Your head shot up, “Yoongi!” Looking over at your bodyguard, who was pointing a gun at the person in question, you let out another sigh, “Sir Aldis, put that down. This is Yoongi, my boyfriend!”

Immediately, he followed your order and bowed slightly to Yoongi, “I’m sorry, Sir.”

After that, you two had a long conversation about what exactly was going on and what it would mean for Yoongi.

Let’s just say he wasn’t exactly comfortable with the whole situation, but he wasn’t going to let that change his view of you at all.

He still loves you for you, even if your rank was a lot higher than he originally thought.

Namjoon

This man would find out when you happened to be in the news.

You were in the headlines because you were almost in an accident, but some mysterious man had come and saved you in time, pushing you out of the way, but getting hit in your stead in the process.

Of course, everything had been caught on camera, so no one could deny what happened, but Namjoon couldn’t help but wonder who that man was.

First, though, he called you to see where you were and make sure you were ok.

You assured him you were unharmed, you just had a scrape and a few bruises, but you were sitting in the hospital waiting for the man who saved you to wake up.

Namjoon quickly rushed to where you were, and once the reunion was over and he scanned you to make sure you were telling the truth, he asked you who the man was.

It was then that the person in question woke up and you rushed to his side, asking him if he was alright.

And since, to me, it kind of seems like Namjoon is prone to being jealous at times, he would immediately question who this man was.

But the man in bed just ignored him and addressed you, “I’m fine, Your Highness. Please don’t worry about me.”

“You threw yourself in front of a car! How am I supposed to do that?” Then you turned to Namjoon, “This is my bodyguard, Sir Aldis.”

That floored him for a moment, “...a bodyguard? Why do you have that?”

“Her Highness is a Princess. It is required that she receives protection.” Sir Aldis spoke up.

“A princess?!”

Let’s just say you and Namjoon spent a long time talking after that, about what it meant for the both of you.

Jimin

Jimin wouldn’t find out until you made an offhand comment about preparing for a meeting.

“What meeting are you preparing for?”

“Oh, just a diplomatic one.”

“Oh, ok.” He turned back to what he was doing before whipping back around to face you, “Diplomatic?! I thought you worked at a school!”

You cringed, not meaning to bring about your upbringing this way.

“...yeah. I’m the princess of a small country. I have a trade meeting with one of the neighboring countries.”

“A princess?!”

After you nodded hesitantly and avoided eye contact, he lowered his voice, “Why didn’t I know about this sooner? This is kind of an important issue.”

“I’m not supposed to reveal my identity for safety purposes. My parents ordered it.”

“Um, did you think I would hurt you?!”

It took you a little time to calm him down, but eventually you were able to explain your whole situation to him.

You took him to meet your family soon after that, because you didn’t want to hide anything else from him again.

Taehyung

Tae here would discover this when you both were at some high-class party with a bunch of other idols, when one of them recognized you from a family portrait they had seen somewhere.

“You're the oldest daughter, right?”

“Yes.”

“Does that mean you’re the heir to the throne?”

“Um...yes.” You glanced at Taehyung before turning back to the person you were talking to, “Where did you even see the portrait?”

“My family and I like traveling to your country sometimes for vacation. The scenery is so pretty.”

The conversation quickly ended after you thanked her, and when she left, Taehyung tapped you on the shoulder.

“Jagi, what was she talking about? You’re a princess?”

You nodded and waited for a reaction as he thought.

You nearly breathed a sigh of relief when a smile spread across his face, “Cool! So, does that mean when I marry you, I’ll be King?”

“Well, not exactly. You’ll be King Consort. Which is the second highest position in the country…?”

Your voice lilted at the end, unsure of how he would feel about that.

“So, I would basically have the duties of a queen? Something like that?”

When you nodded again, he just offered his boxy smile, “Why didn’t you tell me this sooner, Jagi? Did you really think this would change anything between us?”

Jungkook

Kookie would find out when your parents decided to make a surprise visit to your apartment one afternoon, in their full formal attire.

“Oh, Your Majesty, please come in!” You accidentally slipped into formal speech because of the way they were dressed.

Jungkook came around the corner and bowed slightly, confused about what was going on.

“Yeobo...this is…?”

“Ah, this is Jungkook.” You addressed your parents, “And Jungkook, this is my mom and this is my dad.”

He bowed to them again, “It’s nice to meet you, sir, ma’am.”

When you had them settled in the living room, and the two of you were in the kitchen preparing something, he turned to you, “Why didn’t you tell me they were coming? And what’s with their clothes?”

“I didn’t know they were coming either! And that’s their formal attire, they have to where it when they aren’t back at the house.”

“What kind of formal attire is that? They look like royalty!”

“Well...they kind of are.”

That made him pause for a second, “...what? They’re royalty? As in like, king and queen?”

You nodded, “Yes.”

“And that makes you…?”

“A princess.”

“Um, ok.”

I feel like Jungkook would be the one to most easily accept this new piece of information. I don’t think it would bother him that much.

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JK | Virgin! RECs

Request: I loved your virgin!Jimin post! Read all of the tags already! But I’m feeling a wittle biased at the moment for Kookie😪 it’s a sickness, I know… LMAO. Can you do the same tag with JK? If not, it’s okay. But if you can, please and thank you❤️

Requested by: ANON

(💦) ~ Smut , (🐑) ~ Fluff , (👊) ~ Angst ,

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Title: Fatal Attraction 💦📝💜

Author: @yoon2k

Summary: Part of a dribble series. Also succumbs and cheerleader reader!au. Reader is non-virgin.

Title: Born Sinner 💦🗒💜

Author: @1kook

Summary: On going story. They haven’t gone ‘all the way’ yet, but there’s enough smut in this fic to make a church burn down. Also Corruption!au or corruption kink. Reader does the corruption. Reader is non-virgin.

Title: The Dark Prince 💦🐑👊📝💜

Author: @jkeuphoriadreamland

Summary: 8 parts, and completed. Also supernatural and royalty!au. Reader is non-virgin.

↳ “His family name cursed, Jungkook is doomed to live his life in the furthest tower of the castle, alone and abandoned. You are charged with serving his highness with any need he may have, no matter the demand.”

Title: Stars in Your Eyes 💦🐑🗒💜

Author: @ddaengyoonmin

Summary: Mentions of Suga x Jimin. Reader is non-virgin. It has a warning for 👊, but I honestly don’t see it.

Title: Something New 💦🐑👊📝

Author: @jaykook

Summary: On going series. Shy!jungkook x confident!reader trope.

↳ “Jungkook was constantly avoiding uncomfortable situations, finding it easier to stay hidden in the shadows and quietly make his way through life. before you came along, that is.”

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Frosted Glass: Part 1

Description: Yoongi is in love with the princess of another land, and he’s given the opportunity to court her, with the help of his brothers. You are the princess of the country south of the frozen kingdom, but you’ve gotten a deadly disease and your only home is to venture and live in the icy north. Will Yoongi be able to win your hand with the help of his brothers?

Warnings: N/A

Posted: 01/25/2020

Tags: Yoongi x reader, Prince!Yoong, Prince!Jaebum, Prince!Yesung, Prince!Yeonjun, Prince!Hwall, Frost Prince, Jack Frost! Yoongi

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A/N: I’ve been working on this for a while, I really hope you guys like it. It’s going to be alternating views for each part. This part is Yoongi, next is Y/n. I chose guys from other bands to be his brothers, and I chose people I thought looked at least a little like they were related. I really hope you guys like it, idk if I could stand this being a flop.

Yoongi drew designs on the window panes, knowing that in just a little while she would wake up and rush to see what he had drawn before the sun came and destroyed the delicate designs that she loved. He loved this time of year, especially in this part of the kingdom. His secret morning conversations with the princess.

Her face appeared on the other side of the glass, looking tired. Pale.

She visibly sighed, looking over the incomplete design that he didn’t dare finish now that she was awake earlier than normal. She had bags under her eyes, and her nose was red. Her hair a mess around her shoulders instead of the loose braid she normally wore. She also held a blanket around her shoulders like a cape.

He frowned a bit, able to see that she was sick, and wishing he could fix it. But he couldn’t.

She touched the pane, making a clear spot in the middle of some of the thicker frost.

Yoongi almost pressed his own hand to the glass as her body was wracked with coughs that he could hear through the glass, so intense that she was crouched on the floor gasping for breath.

Maids came rushing in, some helping her up and back to the bed while another snapped the heavy curtains shut, shutting Yoongi off from the princess he had grown up with.

He floated to the ground, frowning at the grass as he walked toward the forest.

“Winter can’t come fast enough,” One of the gardeners was saying as they group headed toward the orchard. “I heard the princess caught that illness, the one that witch created. Only extreme cold has been able to stop it.

Yoongi winced as they walked through him, looking after them as the two that walked through him shivered.

“Well, looks like the frost-man has been here. Might get that cold sooner rather than later this year. Otherwise someone might have to take the princess to Old Man Winter, and she’d never come back from that. Everyone knows he’s trying to find princesses for the Frost Princes.”

“Really? Well, they’re the closest kingdom anyway. The others are a couple days sailing after a two week trek through Bomnal Pass, which is in the snow kingdom anyway. Be nice to have a sort of alliance with them. Might make traveling through easier.”

“But, they’re not exactly human, are they?”

“Not our problem. The Princess will die otherwise. She’s the youngest daughter anyway. It’s probably the best she could do.”

Yoongi had heard enough, taking to the air and heading back to the castle.

His older brother, Yesung, was waiting on the balcony to Yoongi’s room.

Yoongi touched down and knew he was in for a talking to.

But Yesung didn’t say a word, looking out at their world, glistening in frost.

“Hyung?” Yoongi asked, a little nervous.

“Hiding,” He explained. “Delegation from the Desert Isles.”

Yoongi shuddered. “Where’s Jaebum and Yeonjun?”

Yesung flipped up a sheet of ice, then flicked it away to shatter on the ground below. “On their way. Where have you been?”

“Our neighbor’s kingdom. It’s frost season there.”

“You went and saw her again, didn’t you?” Yesung sighed, shaking his head.

“Hyung,” Yoongi started, hearing how small his voice had gotten. “She has the summer sickness.”

Yesung looked at him, standing up straight and turning to lean against the rail instead. “That’s the one where they die without cold?”

Yoongi nodded.

Jaebum and Yeonjun came into Yoongi’s room without knocking, both looking slightly terrified.

“They had to go to the hearth-room, and the prince was throwing a fit,” Yeonjun explained, looking apologetic. “But I got a letter from Hyunjoon. He’s going to be home next week for break, then go back to finish, then be home for winter solstice.”

“Good, it’s about time he came home.” Jaebum came out and leaned on the balcony looking out. “Feels warmer today.”

Yoongi wasn’t sure, but he had just come from a warmer place entirely. “Hwall say anything about how he was doing at the academy?”

“Father told us he was graduating at breakfast,” Yesung informed him, a hint of reproach in his voice. “Jaebum covered for you. Again.”

Yoongi nodded, meeting Jaebum’s gaze and dipping his head in thanks to his younger brother.

Yeonjun was still smiling. “How is the southern kingdom?”

“The princess has Yeolbing Fever,” Yesung said dryly. “Which means it’s only a matter of time before we either have to pay our respects, or we’ll be welcoming them to our kingdom. And then one of you will be marrying her. Father will be pleased if that does happen. Might send an invitation beforehand.”

“What about you?” Yeonjun asked.

Yesung looked at Yeonjun, then met Yoongi’s gaze. “The King of Godeuleum is to marry a princess of the Ice Mountains. My mother was an Ice Princess. My wife will be as well.” Yesung didn’t look at them as he said that.

Yeonjun’s gaze fell.

Yoongi knew his oldest brother meant nothing by it, just pointing out the tradition of the kingdom. But it was another reminder that Yoongi and his three younger brothers were all born from a woman that the kingdom didn’t see as a proper queen. They were respected, but it was very clear that Yesung was the crown prince. The younger brothers would earn respect by doing things that would make the kingdom prosper. The age gap was the biggest issue between the brothers. And Yoongi had taken the brunt of any sort of backlash from the citizens of their kingdom, carefully protecting his younger brothers however he could.

“Then maybe we should propose inviting the princess for that intent to father. He would like our initiative.” Jaebum let a hand drop on Yeonjun’s shoulder.

“He would question where we got the information,” Yesung countered stoically.

“Then we don’t tell him about her being ill, we just suggest that there could be a benefit in making an alliance with the only country we share a border with,” Yoongi proposed. “If I’m right, then by the time our message arrives at their castle by traditional courier—which father prefers—they’ll be desperate to cure her. She’s the third princess of the kingdom and sixth in line for the throne. An alliance with our kingdom would be to their advantage.”

“You cannot propose it, he’ll know where you’ve been,” Yesung said, shrugging a little.

“He knows I’m studying geography, I could ask him about her kingdom,” Yeonjun offered, glancing toward Yesung for approval.

“Or Jaebum could suggest it since he’s been reviewing our current treaties and past alliances,” Yoongi suggested instead. “Father would know we were planning this if you brought it up suddenly.”

Jaebum nodded. “I’ll do it. It’ll be natural since we know that Hyunjoon is coming home after the winter-solstice, and that maybe makes us think that we should start thinking about marriage. He will have a problem with you not being married first, though, Yesung-hyung.”

He nodded curtly. “Give me a week. I’ll head up the Ice Mountains.”

Yoongi felt a little bit of relief and excitement. “Thank you, hyung.”

His older brother shook his head. “Don’t thank me yet. She has to survive to get here. And who knows who she’ll end up with.”

Yoongi dipped his head as his brother passed, exiting his room, but he felt a strange sort of happiness. He had an advantage. Y/n was one of his oldest friends, after all.

Next Part

Masterlist. Yoongi Masterpost.

Tagging: @alex--awesome--22 @bryvada @missmoxxiesworld @knjhe

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ggukkiereads · 3 years

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Fic List | Daechwita AUs -Yoongi

This is based on an ask sent a few weeks ago. It was also timely because a few days later, BigHit dropped the sword-practice video (anon is channeling their inner minstradamus =))

So here you go, the day the earth stood still and thirst for Yoongi aka Agust D went rampant, resulting to birth of fics in honor of the king 😅🥰. I remember just binge-reading these for days. So thank you dear authors for feeding on our thirst and whipping out these wonderful fics!

Happy Birthday 🎂 to the coolest and the cutest MinYoongi! #TangerineKitty

S - smut | F - fluff | A - angst |

Note: if link to fic doesn’t work, click on author and go to their masterlist (works even if author changed url)

Beloved @bang-tan-bitches - one shot | 17.4k | Emperor!Yoongi, Yandere, Thriller | Court was just a game of politics after all. And you intended to win | S (this is ashasgfad! That ending)

Checkmate @btsaudge - one shot | 1.9k | King!Yoongi, Tyrant King except to Queen!reader | S, kinda F, PWP

Daechwita @bgyulix - drabble series [5/?] | 4.5k | Dystopian AU, Childhood Friends, Gang AU, Rebel!Yoongi | a series of drabbles about yoongi and his spy, as they try and topple a king | A, F, S (promising concept)

Daechwita @chemicalpink - drabble series [3/3] | 6k | Assassin!Reader who got caught, Servant!Reader, Emperor!Yoongi, Historical AU | A, S, F

Daechwita @ironicarmy - one shot | 3.6k | King!yoongi x Queen!reader, royalty AU | S, PWP, F 🔥🥵💦

Daechwita @jinings - series [2/?] | 20k + | servant!yoongi - king!yoongi, princess!reader, period drama, Historical AU | All that Yoongi knows is that King Park must be killed- he just didn’t plan falling in love with his daughter along the way. | A, F, eventual S

Daechwita @se0kie - one shot | 3.9k | King!Yoongi x Concubine!Reader, Royalty AU, established relationship (?), with a twist in the end 😉 | S, PWP

From the Ashes @fortunexkookie - one shot | 7.4k | Historical AU, Royalty AU, Star-crossed Lovers, inspired by the MV, scarred Yoongi | A, F, S (I love that it capitalized on the theories or snippets of info that came out during MV’s release. I remember reading something about royalty x scars)

Gwanghae Flow @btssavedmylifeblr - one shot | 3k | Historical PWP | The queen receives a forbidden visitor in the middle of the night | S

Honsool @bangtanlalaland - one shot | 2.3k | emperor!yoongi x gisaeng!reader | a little F, S, PWP

Kingdom of Joseon @dreamescapeswriting - one shot | 7.9k | Agust D x Suga, historical AU | F, A

Make Me Proud @moonscriptsx - one shot | 5.6k | this is kind of different because it is about Daechwita the mixtape, established relationship, Idolverse, Idol!Reader | With the release of his second mixtape and her album, the public are eating up the so-called chart rivalry between (Y/N) and Yoongi | S, PWP, F

Mark of Yun-ki @ladyartemesia - one shot | 8.6k | Hybrid AU/ABO, Fantasy AU, Daechwita AU | S, F

Moonlit Throne @hobidreams - drabble series [29/?] | 40k | Historical AU (Joseok era), Royalty AU, inspired by Daechwita MV | S, F, A

Rise of the Nation’s King @justimajin - two shot [2/2] | 19k | Historical AU, Royalty AU, like the MV there’s King Agust and Yoongi | A, F, S

Shadow’s Birthright @thebiasrekkers - series [5/?] | 19k | Historical AU (Joseon era), Fantasy AU, Supernatural AU, Magic, romance, tragedy, eventual love triangle (?), King Yoon vs Min Yoongi | “two princes are born. But a crown cannot be shared” | A, F, S (this is so fascinating)

Stay @luffles424 - one shot | 3k | Historical AU, Assassin!Reader, PWP | S, F

Step on Me @honsoolie - drabble | 2k | crack, Idol AU, Yoongi’s shooting for Daechwita MV and reader is the extra (the one Agust D needed to step on during the video 🤣) | F

Tiger Layer @kimtaehyunq - one shot | 3.6k | King Yoongi, Servant!Reader, You are here to serve your king. In any way he pleases, PWP (lol I remember author used “Yoongi’s royal d*ck” and I cannot forget, cannot unsee 🤣)| S, PWP 🔥🥵💦

The King Isn’t Dead @another-army-spot - one shot | 17k | historical AU, political AU, royalty au, potential marriage AU | S, F, A

Whispers @btxtreads - drabble series [4/4] | Historical AU, Yunki vs Yoongi (like in the MV), Empress!Reader, Time Travel (?) | F, A

The King’s Serpent @apotaeose - drabble | 1.6k | King!Yoongi x Mercenary!Reader | A, light S & F

Note: the fics are Daechwita MV-inspired (the mad king vs rebel yoongi) or about the Daechwita mixtape. This doesn’t include other emperor/king yoongi aus

🌷 posted: 2021 March 9 (KST); updated: 2021 March 14 🌷 other lists 🌷 I love to read so feel free to recommend a fic =)

#ggukkiereadingcollection #yoongi fanfic #yoongi x reader #yoongi smut #yoongi angst #yoongi daechwita au #yoongi fluff #yoongi royalty au #yoongi historical au #yoongi king au #yoongi fic recs

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min-yumniverse · 2 years

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Stroke My Whiskers One Last Time (Trailer) 9.3.22

Y/N was the neighbourhood sunshine. She was sweet and lively. She waited every table in the bakery with a hop in her step. Even without her parents to guide her onwards through her life, she still moves forward with a smile on her face, just like her mother wanted.

Her life becomes repetitive; A black cat greets her as she comes home every day, and leaves early, before she can awaken. Every morning she wonders where her “Little Prince” goes off to so early.

The Crowned Prince, Yoongi, hates his life in he Castle. He wants to be able to roam throughout the kingdom and find someone to wed. But his father wants him to marry a suitable wife, another noble or royal. But he wants to follow his heart, not his status.

#suga x reader #fantasy au #yoongi #royalty au #tragedy #romance #yoongi cat #little meow meow #yoongi x reader #bts x reader

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goshikitsutomusmommy · 3 years

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“Incorrect Quotes with Haikyuu Boys„

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5 , Part 6 , Part 7 , Part 8 , Part 9 , Part 10

Synopsis : Different Quotes From Brooklyn-Nine-Nine (and F.R.I.E.N.D.S) as Haikyuu Characters

Genre : Comedy , slight romance

Paring(s) : Osamu x reader , Atsumu x reader , Shirabu x reader , slight Iwaizumi x reader , slight Kyoutani x reader

Word Count : 0.83k

Warning(s) : She/her pronouns used , slight mention of suicidal joke , timeskip spoilers

Masterlist Link : Here

Osamu : *About to leave*.

[Name] : Aren’t you forgetting something?

Osamu : *Kisses forehead and heads out*.

[Name] : No! Pay the bill!

Part 1/4

Suna : [Name] hasn’t taken her eyes off her phone in two hours. First to make her look up wins the pot.

Aran : I’m in. A bet which improves someone’s manners? Double score!

Atsumu : Too bad, guys, a got this in the bag. A used to distract ‘er from ‘er phone all the time when we were smoochin’ buds.

Suna : Ugh, ew.

Aran : Yeah...

Part 2/4

*Atsumu tries walking seductively towards manager*

Atsumu : Hey, girl.

[Name] : *Throws nearby binder at his crotch*.

Atsumu : *Groaning*, Catch ya later...

Part 3/4

Suna : Mid morning dance party! *Turns on disco music on speaker*.

*Manager dancing to the music without looking up from her phone*

Suna : She’s dancing even better than normal.

Part 4/4

Aran : Oh god, did ya hear that George W. Bush died?

[Name] : *Still not looking up*, Who dat?

*Manager feeling down*

Semi : You’re a good manager. Do not beat yourself up about that.

[Name] : I’m not a good manager. I’m an amazing manager. And I’ll never forgive myself.

Shirabu : I didn’t understand why people care so much about their dumb love interests till I got a dumb girlfriend myself. I’ve only been with [Name] for a day and a half, but if anything happened to her, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.

*Karasuno mentoring elementary students for the day*

Part 1/3

[Name], to two young girls : Okay, you two are obviously the alphas. You’re dating the blond kid and you like Filipino Bieber but you’re worried he’s still into Little-Miss-Side-Braid-Janky-Purse. Haha! I know so much. Hi, I’m [Name]. Hey~!

Part 2/3

Daichi : Great. So can you take over with the kids for a bit?

Asahi : Of course! I’m amazing with kids!

*Daichi leaves momentarily*

Asahi : *Nervous laughter*, I’m terrible with kids. I don’t know the lingo. You have to do this!

[Name] : I can’t, Hina is in the bathroom right now freaking out because Yui made out with Akira even though she knows Mei’s into him. Unless you want the Spring Dance to be a total drama fest, I have to be there for her.

Part 3/3

Daichi : Oh, uh, [Name], Akito-Sensei said you had a real impact on those kids. Apparently, you were just named Spring Dance Princess somehow...?

[Name] : Mhmm, what am I always telling you guys? I’m royalty.

[Name] : Apparently, he’s very into bird watching, so talking to a woman should blow his mind. And talking to this *Gestures to self*, woman, it could kill him.

Yachi : *Taking notes*.

*Meeting Seijoh for the first time as their manager*

[Name] : Hi. [Surname] [Name], the human form of the 100 emoji.

*Iwaizumi having a hand wrestle with Kyotani*

[Name] : Guys, take off your shirts! It’s restricting your body movements.

*Kageyama and Hinata in the boys bathroom trying to be discreet about a secret*

Kageyama : No one can know about this, understood?

Hinata : Understood.

[Name] : Understood.

*Kageyama and Hinata visibly alarmed*

[Name] : *Entering their stall*, What? I hang out in the men’s bathroom all the time. The acoustics are amazing~.

{Exceeded limited pics, pretend for me😁}

*Aged up*

*At [Name]’s apartment*

Part 1/2

Semi : Then you distract her a Barbie doll.

Shirabu : *Deep in thought*.

[Name] : Or... You could just, you know... *Pushes Shirabu aggressively onto already broken fridge*.

[Name] : *Mouth gaping dramatically*.

Shirabu : What the hell are you doing?!

[Name] : Wh... What the hell am I doing? What the hell are you doing?! You just broke my fridge!

Shirabu : What?! How do you know if—... *Deep breathe* How do you know if it’s even broken?

[Name] : Oh, you think I don’t know what breaks my fridge? Excuse me! *Opens fridge door*, Well, what do you know? Broken! That’ll be ¥45 thousand.

Semi : [Name], I saw you push him.

[Name] : Semi, remember what I told you when our fridge broke? I still haven’t gotten the check for your half yet.

Shirabu : Do not give her any money.

[Name] : I’m talking to you, you broke my fridge!

Part 2/2

[Name] : You owe me ¥45 thousand.

Goshiki : Okay, sure!

[Name] : Really?!

Goshiki : Yeah, yeah. Oh, wait! Technically, you owe me ¥70 thousand for sending happy thoughts on your last ten auditions.

[Name] : *Silence*, ... Call it even?

Goshiki : Okay!

{Pretend this is a header too <33}

*Timeskip*

*[Name] walks in Sugawara’s elementary classroom*

[Name] : Suga, can I talk to you? It’s urgent.

Sugawara : Yeah, sure...

[Name] : Okay, Daichi and Asahi are running a little late today for our hangout.

Sugawara : But, what’s wrong with them?

[Name] : Nothing, why?

Sugawara : [Name], you said it was urgent.

[Name] : Oh, yeah, it is. I’m going to the movies and it starts in, like, five minutes.

Sugawara : Do you realize I have a classroom full of students?

[Name] : Oh, I’m sorry. I’m so rude! *Turns to talk to the students*, Does anyone want to come to the movies?

{Again, pretend this is a header plsss}

Author’s Note : I just made the masterlist and it took me a while to figure out how to link it to my bio🤕🤕 if you wanna check out my work, here is the link

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sammys-recs · 3 years

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! rec list !

--constant updates--

! bts !

kim namjoon

forever rain ☂️💕☁️ drabble; established relationship

kim seokjin

in the mood 💕✝️<ao3>oneshot; 1940s au

min yoongi

Punch Drunk ✝️☂oneshot; boxer au

Suga's Hip Hop Replay ✝️☂<ao3>series; college au

In the Margins 💕✝️☂<ao3>series; author au

The Touch of Silk 💕✝️<ao3>series; vampire au

heavy sugar ✝️<ao3>oneshot; 1920s au

strike a chord ✝️oneshot; pianist!yoongi

bad boys bring it to you ✝️oneshot; piercer!yoongi

orbit 💕✝️oneshot; punk rocker!yoongi x plus size!reader

broken ☁️oneshot; bpd!reader

jung hoseok

hot rod ✝️<ao3>oneshot; 1950s au

park jimin

"you don't have to do this alone" 💕☂☁drabble

fragile ☂☁drabble

Blue Blood ✝️☂oneshot; royalty au

Butterfly 💕☂<ao3>series; royalty au; afterlife au

novocaine ✝️☂<ao3>series; 1990s au

test drive ✝️oneshot; biker!jimin; pwp

heart burn ☂️oneshot; est. relationship; emotional cheating

kim taehyung

groovy ✝️☂<ao3>series; 1970s au

jeon jungkook

Let the Light In 💕☂☁drabble

bitchin' 💕✝️☂<ao3>series; college au; 1980s au

Lemon Sherbet 💕✝️☂oneshot; tattoo artist!jk

sweets&ink 💕✝️☂oneshot; tattoo artist!jk; opposites attract; s2l

exclamation mark ✝️oneshot; tattoo artist!jk; pwp

simply.cute97 ✝️oneshot; camboy!jk; pwp

bubble bath 💕☁️drabble; established relationship

#bts #bts fics #jimin x reader #jungkook x reader #yoongi x reader #namjoon x reader #taehyung x reader #hoseok x reader #seokjin x reader #smut #fluff #angst #fics #rec list

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imaginethathaikyuu · 4 years

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kinktober - day two

sugawara koushi - royal

kinktober faq kinktober prompt list

NSFW warning featuring: v quick sex, no build up, dirty talk if you squint, love makin other tags: sad circumstantial angst, but a forced happy ending because i’m Me, a very cliche royalty au, heir to the throne suga x royal servant reader, love! lots of love! you love each other!, no i don’t know anything about Royal Families, yes this is mostly story line and hardly smut, lil bit inspired by illicit affairs by taylor swift fem reader

word count: 1917

“Can I show you something?”

Sugawara Koushi was the heir to the throne, soon to be ruler of this land, and he hated his position in the royal family as a King’s son.

He didn’t have the iron fist of his father or the impenetrable heart of his late mother; owning land, money, or goods meant nothing to him; the royal blood in his veins bled the same way as a commoner’s. His life as a royal, while easy, was dark.

Until he caught a light burning in his bedroom.

“Of course you can.”

You were a servant working for his family, so it goes. He caught you in his room, obviously meant to be working, but you were distracted by the book he had on his desk. He let you have it, as long as you promised to come back and let him know what you thought of it.

You’d been coming back to his room every night since - it’d been six months by now, and all Koushi knew was how infatuated he immediately became with you.

“Okay. Follow me.”

You were the first best friend he’d ever had.

And you followed him with blind trust - he could lead you anywhere in the world, and you would follow.

The far back doors of the estate were rusted and foreign to you; this area was completely off limits to servant workers, and only those with permission from the King were allowed to know of it.

“Is this okay?” you asked Koushi, and he waved your worries away.

He opened the door and pushed you through it.

You were shocked in awe.

The afternoon sun seemed to be shining directly onto only you, heating you through. You had to squint just so you could see through its rays.

“This is the Prince’s Garden,” Koushi told you. “The only part of the property that’s meant to be mine, before I take the throne. My parents say it’s sacred. The only ones allowed to enter it are me and the gardeners - and you, now.”

The large expanse of garden was covered in flowers you had never seen before and colors you read about more than you’ve seen in recent years - the bleak village you resided in was void of these purples, pinks, yellows, and oranges.

You never knew that this kaleidoscope of life was here behind the royal estate, hidden from the village blues and eyes of commoners.

“Why… are you showing me this?”

He walked away without an answer, toward a spot of emerald grass toward the back of the flower field, where he had laid out a crimson blanket for the two of you. You followed him. When he sat down, so did you, making yourself comfortable in his arms.

But he was stiff.

The looming truth of his circumstance had been showing its head in brave ways the last few days, proving that his fears were real. But here, in this flower garden he shared with only you, he could try to believe the lies he’s fed himself his entire life.

It wasn’t possible. Not with the castle in his periphery or the memories of days past haunting his mind.

“I’ve gone to meet a potential marriage candidate,” he admitted. “In the East End City. A duchess.”

Koushi didn’t know how you would react to this admittance of the truth, but he knew that you weren’t stupid. You knew how things worked.

You saw it coming, and you were aware that this time spent with him was only borrowed. This prince was never yours, and you could never be his.

You pulled out of his arms, but he took your hand and held it like he’d never let go.

“Koushi…”

“Don’t,” he said. “Stay. Stay with me, please.”

The warmth of the sun had been taken away as clouds rolled in. And the beauty of the flowers surrounding you had started to fade as you realized why he showed you them today.

He pulled you closer to him, catching your lips in a kiss that was desperate and honest and final. His lips were trembling but he kissed you deeper anyway.

Koushi was reminded of when he was introduced to this garden. At eight years old, his mother brought him to this wondrous field of imported flowers and hard work, and told him, “This is yours, my son. Take this as a taste of all the land you will rule one day. And when it is time for you to take a wife, you will bring a princess here and ask for her hand. This garden is yours to share with only her.”

This place was his. This garden was his. His life was his. And, yet, he was meant to share it only with the one chosen for him. With a princess presented to him in an arrangement based on expanding his father’s kingdom. With a true queen.

He couldn’t believe it. This had always been his life, it had always been the truth, and yet he couldn’t accept it.

All he knew was that the only person he could ever share himself with was you. The only one whose hand he’d ask for, here in his garden, was you.

“Marry me,” he said against your lips, taking your hand and holding it against his chest. He was so desperate for this to be real that he was crying for your answer to be yes, for everything to change, for his wasted wishes to come true.

But you didn’t have an answer. The choice was made for you. All you knew to do was kiss him while you still could, and avoid speaking the truth.

The only thing either of you could do, just to stay sane, was avoid what was true. Distract yourselves with each other, get lost together for as long as possible, because, “We don’t have much time left. Soon, I’ll...”

Koushi’s unfinished sentence made your ears ring but you forced yourself to forget what he said. Nothing else mattered but that moment, and right then, you could still pretend you were his.

“Let’s just make the most of it,” was your response, and both of you knew what that meant.

He needed to show you how much he loved you one more time. He had to really have you, to take you again, because tomorrow he would no longer be yours. And you needed to forget everything but him.

Your back hit the ground as Koushi climbed on top of you, and it was hard to know that this would be the last time you got this view.

“This garden could be ours,” he said as if he was making an offer that was viable. “I would give every single flower to you if I could.”

“I would share them,” you replied. “Everyone should get to see something so beautiful.”

You were right, Koushi knew that. But the thought of this place being just for the two of you made his heart warm; it made everything feel okay. That’s why he brought you here.

He took your words as his own, “Let’s make the most of right now, okay?” because he had nothing better to say in a moment like that.

And that’s what the two of you would do, because that’s what you always did. Making the most of your time because you didn’t have a lot of it, spreading the clock thin - you both thought you had gotten good at it, until now, when your time was really running out.

“Take me,” you whispered to him, and he would.

Koushi knows he shouldn’t rush this. He should go slowly, value every second, examine every inch of you and embed each curve and blemish and perfection into memory, but he couldn’t. He wanted to get to the point; to be one with you for the final time.

But as he worked to get there by undressing and watching you do the same, a realization seemed to hit him all at once, like a sharp gust of wind hitting his face.

Could he handle a last time?

Even worse - could he let himself do this with anyone else?

He wasn’t sure. He didn’t want to find out.

It didn’t have to matter right now. He didn’t have to care about anything else besides what was happening then. In that moment, you were underneath him, waiting for him, needing him, and you were all his and the most beautiful thing in that garden.

“I love you,” he reminded you, even though his body was proving it to you; just the sight of you had him on edge, and he needed you now more than ever. Coaxing himself inside of you only amplified that feeling; there was no build up or hesitation, because neither of you needed it.

Your legs wrapped around his waist and your hips moved against his, and he could feel how desperate you were. You wanted more, you wanted everything he could give you. You begged him to move faster, and he complied.

“Look at you,” he said, watching in awe as you took his length. He was slapping into you desperately, and you were loving it. “Feels like I was made for you, you feel so good. You take me so well, I love you so much, fuck.”

You wanted to respond, you had more to say, but you were lost in the way he was making you feel, watching his every move and reacting to his every touch. It was rough and loving at the same time; it was enough to make you forget, and that’s all that mattered to you.

Right now, he was yours - he couldn’t be anyone else’s.

He asked himself if it was too soon to finish, and decided it didn’t matter - your body was bringing him there with no choice of his own. And he had to bring a hand down to circle your clit as fast as he was fucking you so that he’d get you there first, just to be sure he wasn’t the only one getting the most out of this.

Your moans proved to him that you were getting exactly what you needed. He came right after you did, kissing you through it and fucking you even after he was finished just to convince himself it was lasting longer.

He was breathless and tired and sad; he refused to pull out of you even when it started getting uncomfortable. He wanted to be connected with you for as long as possible - forever, if he had things his way.

“I’m only yours,” he said to you. He meant it. “Always yours.”

You were going to reply, but the ring of the evening calling bell interrupted anything you had to say.

That bell marked the end of your time with Koushi.

Weeks later, news of the King’s sudden passing haunted the kingdom. Its people were stuck in mourning, lost until the young Prince would take the throne.

Soon, rumors of a queenless heir rang throughout the village.

Koushi took the throne. The duchess he had mentioned to you before, however, didn’t.

Days later, you were terminated from the poor paying job as a royal servant.

The next day, a bouquet of flowers was left on your doorstep. When you found them, you knew there was only one person they could be from, and it could only mean one thing.

Koushi was yours; only, always yours, and soon, he would make it true.

tune in tomorrow for kinktober day 3: aphrodisiacs

#kinktober 2020 #not family friendly #sugawara koushi #sugawara koushi x reader #sugawara x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader

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