#I just finished watching Kingdom that’s why I’m curious

[nekobinn]

Ok but I’m surprised there wasn’t some kind of fierce corpse outbreak throughout the MDZS world. Like imagine if the corpse powder was able to spread to smaller villages and infect more people, and the weather or temperature doesn’t seem to affect the corpses soo.

#mdzs #fierce corpses #I just finished watching Kingdom that’s why I’m curious #it would turn into the walking dead but Chinese fantasy so fast once the powder spread to one of the sects #kingdom 2019 #ok but the way they made their zombies was so cool #the virus came from a parasite living in a special plant? genius #they hate warm temperature and hide under the summer sun? but stay up during the winter? amazing #the almost-infected can be cured when being engulfed in water? love ittttt

[bridgyrose]

Roman is set to meet Neo's new girlfriend. She opens the door, and Ruby Rose comes in. It naturally leads to an... awkward dinner with all three.

(I can do that, though its probably less awkward for Neo)

Roman watched as Neo finished getting ready for her date, still curious about who his partner in crime had been dating these past few months. Not that he really cared, but at the same time, Neo had been acting differently ever since she mentioned she had a girlfriend. Their crime sprees seemed to be at a stand still in Vale, only ever going out to the villages just outside the kingdom walls or going to Mistral whenever they had a job. And that concerned him. “So, are you ever going to tell me who you’re dating?” 

Neo paused for a moment as she finished brushing her hair, then shrugged as she signed. “Maybe tonight.” 

“What do you mean maybe? I’m your best friend, your partner, surely you’d tell me who you’re dating.” 

“You’ll hate her.” 

“Hate her?” Roman asked with a scoff. “If she can put up with you, then I’m not sure I’ll hate her.” 

Neo smirked. “Great, she’ll be here for dinner.” 

Roman paused for a moment as he held his cane, staring at Neo when he realized what she had signed. “Hold on, you’re inviting her here? Why didnt you tell me?” 

“Because you were going out for a meeting.” 

“Well, I can put off going to that meeting if it means meeting whoever’s caught your eye.” 

“Dont say I didnt warn you.” 

Roman rolled his eyes and put his cane up, watching Neo as she finished getting ready for her date. He’d thought that after nearly ten years of living with her, he’d seen just about everything she could do, but watching her put on her makeup, use her semblance to try out various looks before finally settling on an outfit, and almost seem more excited for the night than she’d been for any of their jobs, it was almost as if he didnt know her as well as he thought.

It wasnt long until he heard a knock at the door and he opened with a smile. “And you must be Neo’s-” The smile on his face dropped as he stopped talking, staring at Ruby standing on their doorstep. “And what, exactly, do you need, Red?” 

Ruby looked away for a moment as she double checked the address. “I’m… here for Neo.” 

“For Neo. Right. And what do you need her for?” 

“A… dinner… date,” Ruby answered, holding back a bit of anger and a bit of embarrassment.

Roman paused for a moment as he took a quick look back at Neo who had a smile on her face. Then, it finally hit him why Neo thought he was going to hate her date. With an annoyed sigh, he moved out of the way of the door, and defeatedly motioned for Ruby to enter. “Welcome to our apartment.” 

Neo immediately ran to Ruby to hug her and started to walk her to the kitchen, signing away to her. Roman closed the door and watched the two, regretting that he had moved his meeting in order to meet Neo’s date. Ruby Rose, the thorn in his side for nearly five years by getting in his way at just about every turn of a job, the huntress that practically made it her mission to put him behind bars, and now she was standing in his kitchen, welcomed by Neo. The world suddenly made a lot less sense than it had a few minutes before. 

“I need to double check something, so stay here with Roman.” Neo signed very quickly before rushing into her room. 

Roman sat down, watching Ruby as she stood at the other side of the kitchen. A cruel joke, that’s what this had to be. The gods were just playing a cruel joke on him. Neo would never date his nemesis, there had to be something more to this. Maybe Neo had some dirt on Ruby or this was just a way to keep Neo out of trouble. 

He was pulled out of his thoughts as he heard Ruby move a chair and sit down across from him. “So… Red…” Roman did his best to keep from looking at Ruby, clearing his throat between his words. “You… you and Neo are-” 

“Dating.” Ruby said with a nod, looking away from Roman. “Y-yeah… we… we are.” 

“Right. And… how long?” 

“Does it matter?” 

“My partner matters to me.” 

“Two years.” 

Roman gave a quiet nod. Of course he knew it’d been two years, Neo hadnt been quiet about having a girlfriend. The only thing she’d been quiet about was *who* she’d been dating. Still, he was going to try to be civil about it all as long as Ruby was someone Neo cared about. “How?” 

“How?” Ruby asked. 

“How did you two start… dating?” Roman asked as he finally looked at Ruby. “I dont see how this didnt start as a way for Neo to get something.” 

Ruby took a moment to answer. “She saved me after a mission went wrong.” 

“What do you mean she saved you?” 

“I mean she saved me.” 

Roman frowned at the answer, but didnt argue as Neo came back out and started to bring over the soup she’d made. He got up to help her, pushing Ruby back down into her seat as she tried to get up. “You’re the guest, you dont have to help.” 

Neo smiled a bit and directed Roman to grab the rolls and bowls. “Get along with her,” she signed. 

“I’ll get along with her,” Roman said in a hushed whisper as he grabbed everything. “But I dont see why you’re dating her.” 

“Because I love her.” 

“I dont like this.” Roman sighed and finished grabbing what he was asked to grab and made his way back to the table, setting the bowls down along with the rolls as he watched Neo sit down next to Ruby and excitedly sign to her. 

Once the table was set, he sat down to eat an awkward dinner as he watched Ruby and Neo talk to each other as they ate. He couldnt help but quietly eat as he learned about what Ruby had been up to, the missions she had taken, and the jobs that she’d managed to stop, all while doing his best to keep from interrupting. Though, he was glad once dinner had started to come to an end.

“We’re going out,” Neo signed to him just before clearing the table. 

“Dont be out too late,” Roman said quietly as he watched Ruby help clear the table and follow Neo out. He had to admit, he hadnt seen Neo that happy in years and it was a breath of fresh air. He leaned back in his chair and let out a heavy sigh. “Of all people, why did it have to be Red?” 

#ruby rose #rwby ruby rose #roman torchwick #neopolitan #drabbles #ruby x neo #rwby strawberry shortcake

[dmwrites]

It was to the point that xB stayed up for days on end, finding any excuse to not even look at a bed. Luckily for him, Beef was similar, but mostly because he was so obsessed over his card game project. There may not even be hermits to play it, by god damn it Beef was going to finish this card game.

xB helped where he could, it was nice to have someone to talk to at the very least. And Beef, as a fellow loner, was very understanding when xB went out on his own. Beef never asked questions, or at least, never pried too often.

Today was not one of those blessed days.

“Dude, when was the last time you got a good night’s sleep?”

xB grimaced and put down the shulker full of carpet down hard, hoping this would end the conversation before it really started. “Uhh, dunno, been busy.”

“Dude!” Beef, clearly ignoring xB’s silent pleas to stop talking, said in concern. “That’s no bueno, my friend. Sleep is important from time to time. I know you’re like, a fish, or something I don’t know, but fish sleep too… I think, do fish sleep? Aren’t their like eyes open but they’re- anyway, the point is, you gotta rest those vibrant blue orbs of yours, get your beauty sleep!”

“I thought I was pretty already.” xB replied slyly, always willing to stir the pot.

“Oh, well, of course, xB, you’re like the second hottest hermit here, but you’d look even prettier if you slept. You look like a haggard witch- in a good way!” Beef said.

xB, despite his trepidation about the night to come, giggled. “A haggard witch?? Oh my god, I’m leaving you.”

“In a good way!” Beef reminded him, also laughing, and slung an arm around xB’s shoulders so he couldn’t fly off. “I will make you sleep, xB. As your friend, currently your only friend here, it is my duty to. Come on, the sun is setting. Put down your bed, you can even put it next to mine if you want, and we’ll catch some Z’s.”

xB wished he could explain, wish he knew even where to begin with why he didn’t want to sleep. But Beef was stronger then him, and xB reluctantly put down his bed. Just looking at it made a wave of dizzying tiredness rush through him. He got in, and before Beef could even say goodnight to him, he was out.

And then, he was awake again.

“God damn it.” He muttered.

Even thought his eyes were closed, the sun was shining through his eyelids. He reluctantly opened his eyes and sighed. A slime squished nearby. He got up from the bed he’d hastily set down at the foot of some giant statue of a man with a pink coat or something. The sun was rising over this swamp kingdom. Might as well keep heading on, xB thought, since I’m here. He packed up his bed, the bits of food he’d collected, and found a path to walk on.

He supposed it could be worse, waking up in this dream world. He just wished that it felt less real then the Hermitcraft world, so he really knew which one was a dream. He was tired in both, which was annoying. And both felt real, which was just confusing.

Every time he fell asleep, he just kept walking, kept exploring this abandoned land. Despite it all, xB was curious. These lands, kingdoms really, all felt so loved. Blocks placed with care, well-worn paths, silly jokes on signs. So why was it empty? He felt like an intruder, but then again, how can one intrude when there is no other life to intrude upon?

He’d been to the land across the ravine, so he picked another direction, and by nightfall, ended up in the far end of some other kingdom, which had bits of red stuff all over the ground. He settled down by what looked like a summoning circle, which was concerning, but hey, what wasnt anymore.

He got into bed, watching the sun start to set. And just as he closed his eyes, he heard a distinct pop, and a voice he’d never heard spoke.

“Hola? Hello? Who are you?”

“xB?”

xB gasped and jolted upright, grabbing onto the closest thing to him.

“Woah there, you trying to feel me up already?” Beef chuckled.

“Oh, sorry.” xB said, wrenching his hand back from Beef’s bicep.

“Didn’t mean to startle you. You must have been sleeping hard.” Beef said, making his bed. “Don’t you just feel so refreshed now after such a good night’s sleep?”

xB had never felt so tired in his life, and his mind raced, playing that voice over and over again in his head. There was someone else in the abandoned world!

“Yeah, never felt better.” xB said, hoping his voice wasn’t shaking.

#December 4 2022 #fic #hc x empires #xbcrafted #beef is also there #not rly hermitshipping bc beef and xB are just Like That #long post

[transmascnaotoshirogane]

rainflower, chapter one

welcome, welcome to 'basil had an idea and ran with it'! important notes; legend is referred to as 'flower' for a good portion, since they dont know their name and wild picked one at random. legend has only done three adventures. a link to the past, a link between worlds, and links awakening. youll see why it ends at that one wild and flora arent really together? but honestly, interpret it however you want i dont actually care about that

anyways, enjoy!

ao3 link; x

Link frowned, walking with an axe held tightly in his hands. He felt something calling him, and he was led all the way to what looked like a cave, at first. Instead, when he’d walked in, he’d discovered it was some sort of dungeon, not dissimilar to the divine beasts. It was designed to keep something in. Or to keep others out. …but, sorry to whoever designed it; Link is curious. Very curious. That’s how he found himself staring at the last door inside the dungeon, eyes locked onto the slot where his slate should go. He took a breath, placing his slate in the designated place, watching as the doors opened. It’s…not what he was expecting. The room was small, and there was a fair amount of water on the floor, making Link very glad that he wasn’t wearing shoes at the minute. Ha. Take that, everyone who tried to make him wear them this morning. What’s most concerning, though, is that there’s…a soft, pink glow coming from a wooden box in the corner.

What the hell..?

At first, he thought it was a fairy—but fairies don’t glow that much, and this pink is more vibrant than soft. He inched closer cautiously, nudging the box open with the blade of the axe. His heart sank. Inside the box appears to be a child. Pinkish hair going down to their mid-back, a red dress torn at the bottom, scars littering their body, and they didn’t even have shoes on. Is this..? Before his thought was finished, he watched the child shift onto their back, eyes wide and filled with confusion. Pink and gold. Pretty. “W-Wh…where am I..? W-What’s…going on?!”The child panicked, sitting up quickly. Link frowned, waving his hands to try and calm the child. When he was sure that they weren’t in danger of having a panic attack, he crouched down next to the box, placing the axe down. “H..ello. What’s..your name?” The child stared back, whimpering in fear. “It’s alright, it’s alright. I’m Link. What’s your name?”He tried again, holding a hand out for them. “I…I don’t…”The child bit their lip, tears welling up in their eyes. “I don’t…remember my name.” The realisation hit Link like a brick, and he frowned softly as he helped the kid up, letting them step out of the box. “That’s alright.”Link smiled. “How about a nickname for now, until you remember?” “A…nickname..?” “Yeah!”Link smiled, holding the child’s hand as he carefully led them out. “It’s not a real name, it’s something your friends call you in replacement. When you remember your name, I’ll call you that, but for now…hm.”Link looked around as they stepped out of the cave, eyes landing on a small patch of flowers. “How about flower?” “Fl..ower?” “Yeah! Cause your hair’s pink, like a flower.”Link grinned softly, looking at them to gauge the reaction. They looked like they were thinking, before smiling softly. “I…like it,”They mumbled, eyes darting around in pure fascination.

“W…Woah…” “It’s pretty, right?”He smiled softly, leading them down the hill. “Careful—it’s a little steep.” “Where…are we?”Flower tilted their head, looking up at Link. “Oh, right. This is the kingdom of Hyrule!”Link smiled faintly. “It’s…still recovering from the calamity, but we’re getting there!” Flower slowly nodded, looking at a nearby apple tree. Link noticed, and smiled softly. “You’re hungry, huh? Here—”He took an apple out of the slate, handing it to Flower. “You can have this while we walk, and when we get to my house I’ll cook you something better! Okay?” Flower just let out a soft hum of understanding, biting into the apple happily. Link let out a soft chuckle, looking ahead again.

The champions are eerily quiet right now. Usually, they’d be yelling their own opinions at him for this; telling him he should find the kid’s parents, that he’s not fit to look after a child—but they’re not saying anything. Maybe he should consult Zelda. She might know what to do. “Um…Link?” Link snapped out of it, glancing at Flower briefly, shooting them a smile before looking forward. “What’s up, Flower?” “Um…do..you know me?” Link wishes he did. He wishes he could have the answers for Flower, but…he doesn’t. “I don’t. Sorry. But I’ll help you get your memories back, and find your family. Okay?” Flower pouted, clearly a little disappointed, but nodded softly. “Okay…thank you Link.” Link hummed gently, making sure to keep to the road for once so he wasn’t dragging the amnesiac child into danger. About halfway to Hateno, Flower looks tired, and Link stopped abruptly. “Flower? We’re almost there, okay? Do you want me to carry you?” Flower nodded slowly, rubbing their eyes as Link made to pick them up, wrapping them in his cloak to keep them warm. The rest of the walk was generally quiet, only the sounds of the wildlife heard and, of course, his own footsteps. Glancing down at the small form in his arms, he frowned. He hopes he can find out who Flower’s parents are, let them know their kid is okay, let Flower have their parents and feel safe. But…as much as he hates it? That isn't likely. Instead, he decided he’ll look after this kid for as long as he can. “Link, what the hell is this?”Zelda sighed, more exhausted than irritated. “I…found them.”Link frowned, tucking Flower into his bed. “They don’t know anything. They don’t even know who they are, Zelda..” “You found them? Where?” “In a cave. They—They were in a box. It was closed. I don’t…I don’t think it was an accident but—fuck. Can you please tell me if anyone has reported their kid missing?” “...I’ll keep an eye and ear out.”Zelda looked over at Flower, frowning softly. “How old is this kid..?” “I don’t know. They don’t know either.” “Maybe Purah can figure it out…I want to check over their injuries when they’re awake enough to consent, as well.” Link nodded, heading downstairs with the princess as he began to do kitchen prep to make dinner. “I thought they were dead at first. The box was entirely shut, didn’t even seem like breathing was possible in it.” “It’s a miracle they’ve survived..”Zelda frowned. “Did it seem intentional?” “I don’t know.”He frowned. “I hope not. They’re so little..” “I’m going to go and get Purah.”Zelda decided suddenly. “She might be able to help them in some way—we need to know more about them to be able to help.” “Let them sleep first.” “Link—” “They’re exhausted, and have been through a lot today already.”He sighed, then glanced at her. “Can you watch over this and make sure it doesn’t burn?” “Where are you going?” “I’m going to buy Flower some clothes. Their ones are torn up.”He explained briefly, before heading out and trusting that she wouldn’t burn the house down. Link made a beeline for the clothing store in town, hoping they had childrens clothes—or even just smaller clothes than the ones he wears. Stepping inside the store, he shot Sophie a soft smile. “Heya Soph.” The girl looked up, waving shyly at him. “N-Need something?” While she isn’t as shy as she was before, she’s still relatively reserved. At least she’s not hiding in the corner now, at least. “Yeah, um, I was wondering if you have the hylian tunic in a smaller size, or any clothes for kids?” “A-Ah? We…have smaller versions of the hylian tunic and hylian trousers..” “Sweet!”Link grinned. “Could I buy those then?” “O-Oh, sure! That’s..210 rupees,”She muttered, accepting the payment from the hero as she went to go and fetch the two items. “Um…h-here you go!” “Thank you!”Link smiled, taking his purchase and heading back out.

The clothes admittedly look like they’ll be a little big on Flower, but…slightly too big will be better than drowning in cloth. “I’m back,”He declared as he stepped inside, blinking slowly when he saw Flower sitting on the floor, Zelda making sure the dinner didn’t burn while also checking to see if Flower needed any immediate help. “Link!”Flower hopped up, scrambling over to him and hiding behind his leg. “Wh—hey, Flower, it’s okay.”He smiled. “Look, I got you something.” Upon hearing that, they tilted their head curiously as Link kneeled down, holding the clothes out to them. “They might be a little big on you, but I thought you’d want to wear something less…ripped.” Flower stared at the clothes for a while, holding them carefully when Link handed the items over. “You can go up and get changed, okay? We’re just making dinner. By we, I mean me, cause she’s no good at it.”He stuck his tongue out, causing Flower to laugh softly before they headed upstairs. Link let out a breath, biting down on his lip. “I should teach them how to use a weapon.” “Link.” “Zelda, it’s still dangerous. Especially with all the blood moons. They need to at least know self defence…you know?”Link frowned. “I know you’re worried but…they’re only young, Link. Do they need to know how this early?” “I knew by their age.”He stated confidently, then frowned slightly before adding, “I think.” Zelda sighed gently, nodding and looking up the stairs. “I hope you know what you’re getting into here.” “I do not.”Link grinned at her. “Link—”Zelda sighed, shaking her head in defeat. “Nevermind..” Link cheered in the wake of his victory, turning his attention to Flower when they returned. “...Flower, where are the trousers?”He snorted. “I…I didn’t like the way they felt…”Flower mumbled, playing with the edge of the tunic. Link was right—it is still too big. It looks more like a dress than anything. But Flower looks comfortable in it. “That’s alright.”Link shrugged. “At least it looks more comfortable than what you had on before.” Flower nodded quietly, sitting on the floor with their legs crossed. “I’m hungry.” “I’m almost done cooking, Flower! Promise.” “We need to wash their hair,”Zelda muttered to Link quietly, causing the hero to grin at her. “You can’t even convince me to do that.” “You’re right. Sidon and Tulin are the only two that can get you to.” “True that.”Link snorted loudly, serving up dinner.

It feels a little odd plating for three people, but he’ll get used to it. “Alright kid, dinner’s done.” Flower perked up, finally getting up off of the floor and sitting at the table with the two, tilting their head. “What is it?” “Oh, it’s just potatoes and meat,”He explained between mouthfuls. “It’s simple to make. I could teach you sometime if you want?” “Really?”Flower looked almost excited about the idea, then their eyes dulled. “But…what if I don’t remember it?” “Then we can try again. No biggie.” The smaller one nodded, carefully picking up a fork and eating some of the potatoes. “I could write down what you get taught, as well,”Zelda offered as she carefully cut up her own food. “Then you’ll be able to look back on it if you forget.” Flower simply nodded happily in response, ears twitching when there was a sudden knock on the door. Zelda frowned, getting up to answer the door. “Hello?” “Hello, is there…someone named Link here?” Link took the opportunity to walk over to the door, trying not to laugh when he noticed Flower following along like a little duckling. “I’m Link, can I help ya?”He grinned, looking at the group outside. There was seven people there; one with only one eye and wearing golden armour, one with cool dark face tattoos that Link swears he’s seen somewhere before, what looked like two children—one with shoulder-length hair and the worlds ugliest tunic, the other with short curly hair, wearing a blue lobster shirt—, a brown-haired boy who looked a bit nervous, a man with a feather in his hair who looked half asleep, and another one with a bright blue scarf. Flower peeked from behind Link, blinking slowly at the newcomers. “It…may be a bit of a shock, but we are all named Link,”The shortest member spoke up, placing a hand on their hip. “We’re all the heroes of courage, blah blah, whatever. We’re on an adventure across timelines, and Hylia has decided you’re being dragged into this too! This is not a choice. It’s a warning.” “Four,”The one with markings scolded, glancing at Link, and then trailing to Flower. “Oh. You have a kid.” Link frowned, glancing at Flower. “...kid?” Flower looked kind of out of it. “Hero…I-I…why do I feel weird about that word?” “How so?”Zelda kneeled down next to him. “It feels…um…familiar.”Flower frowned. “I-I don’t…remember why,” “Hey, hey Flower, don’t worry about it. Don’t stress.”Link sighed softly, glancing at the group. “Give me a day or two, alright?” “That’s alright. Let us introduce ourselves, yes? We’re using nicknames to avoid confusion.” Link sighed and let them inside, gently guiding Flower back to the table. “You can just finish eating, okay?” Flower quietly nodded, still watching the group. “Alright. They call me Time,”One of them spoke up. “This here is Four and Wind. They’re about the same age as your boy there.”He gestured to the two kids as he spoke.

The smallest one—Four, apparently—had walked over to Flower at this point, the two having a quiet conversation. Something about Four’s tunic, which wouldn’t be surprising. The whole way to Hateno, Flower was getting excited about anything colourful. “I’m Twilight,”The one with the familiar markings spoke. “That loser is Warriors.”He shoved the one wearing the scarf, who laughed and shoved him back. “And I’m Sky,”The sleepy one yawned. “This is Hyrule, our local healer!”He ruffled the hair of the brunette. Link hummed, nodding slowly. “I guess…you wanna come up with one for me, too?” “Yup!”Wind smiled brightly. “I like your hair.” “Oh, thank you!”He smiled faintly. “Don’t compliment it, he hasn’t washed it for weeks.” “Washing…hair? What…”Flower frowned. “What’s that?” “Oh.”Link frowned. “It’s basically putting water and soap in your hair to maintain it, making your hair feel nicer I guess.” Flower nodded, turning back to the conversation with Four. “How about Wild?”Hyrule mumbled, tilting his head. “Since…your hair has sticks and leaves in it. Yanno?” “Wild?”He blinked, glancing at Flower. “Hey, does that sound okay? Wild?” “Umm…”They tapped their chin, before nodding. “Wild…yeah, that’s easy to say.” “Wild it is.”Link—Wild nodded, sitting in a chair. “This is Flower. They have amnesia, no they’re not my kid, but I’m looking after them.” Flower nodded, chewing on another potato with a happy hum. Surveying the room, with his newly acquired child and the seven new people dragging him on a new adventure, Wild let out a soft groan. This was going to take some getting used to.

#the rainbow twinks #rainbow ramblings #rainbow writings #the rainbows linked universe tag #lu #linked universe #lu legend #lu wild #lu four #lu twilight #lu time #lu warriors #lu wind #lu hyrule #lu sky #linked universe legend #linked universe four #linked universe time #linked universe wild #linked universe wind #linked universe twilight #linked universe warriors #linked universe sky #linked universe hyrule #spirit legend au #GOD so many tags

[gabessquishytum]

I have more omegaverse thoughts!! In no particular order have a brain dump of ideas that are free real estate

Hob is starting to go into heat but it’s the date of one of their centennial meetups and he can’t miss it. Dream doesn’t understand why everyone in the bar is giving them the side eye (it’s Hob - he smells like sweet fertile omega) And Dream can morph his form into anything. So he morphs it into one of an Alpha for Hob.

Dream has been visiting Hob more lately. Just popping into his life at random times. He goes by the university but Hob isn’t there. So he appears in his apartment. Hob is in the height of a heat. Fingers and toys buried deep but it’s not.enough. And there is Dream watching him. Curious at his friend. Curious enough to just insert his hand into Hob’s hole without prompting or asking.

(Hear me out here) Hob is an alpha in physiology. But he only truly likes to get fucked by other alphas and always considered himself much more submissive and omega-like in personality and in bed.

1489 Hob very specifically asks, “What do I have to do?” When questioning Dream about why he’s immortal and who Dream is. What if instead of saying he has to do nothing but meet every 100 years Dream decides to get greedy. What does Hob have to do? Be his omega. Satisfy his ruts. Present for the nightmare king.

Whoops! Dream didn’t realize he has all the parts of an alpha and Hob is in heat and it triggers a rut. Queue rough claiming needy Dream just taking Hob in a haze of sex

Whooooops Dream and Hob fucked dirty in 1389 or 1489 and Dream imprinted on/marked/claimed (whatever flavor of omegaverse you want to go with here) Hob. So now Hob is tied to a man he only sees every 100 years who doesn’t even realize what he did.

Intersex omegaverse Hob via reality bending Dream. He’s got a leaking hole that can be plugged for days. He’s also got a cock that can plug up Dream. Hell they could do both simultaneously when Dream gets creative about it.

Can go opposite and have Dream be the omega - have Hob unable to resist him. Dream on his back begging for relief (something he never thought he would do) Letting Hob be the one to fill him through every round of heat.

Omegaverse royalty AU - Dream is the prickly prince who is required to bond to ascend the throne in the kingdom. So queen night and king time hold a ball (or a selection?) to find potential mates. Queue sweet Hob Gadling a peasant who has no business mating with the prince doing exactly that much to everyone else’s surprise. &/or you could also go the route of accidentally slept with the servant and knocked them up. Whoopsie. Idk basic tropes are fun to play with here.

Pure smut - Hob just imagines a knot and Dream wants to give him everything he wants. So he gives himself a knot mid-fuck into Hob. But Hob wasn’t expecting that and isn’t relaxed enough when it appears. So Dream has to coax his large knot already swollen slowly into Hob. The stretch of it burns slightly but Hob has never been so satisfied. There he plugs him up and keeps Hob on his swollen cock for hours. Filling him with more cum every round.

I’m sure I have way more thoughts but this was my initial brain dump to hopefully help inspire you even juuuuust a little. 🤞

-🫀

I think we should kiss. Passionately. In the rain. This is SO good. Seriously, you're an absolute inspiration and I'm happy to report that the abo fuckfest has begun in my Google docs and I have already incorporated a couple of these incredible, delicious, FANTASTIC ideas.

I'm so weak for alpha x alpha btw, so thank you for reminding me that that is a thing. Alpha Hob taking a knot from Alpha Dream? I'm going to make it happen. When I've finished what I'm working on right now 😏😏

#🫀 anon #dreamling #nsft #the sandman #cw omegaverse

[oingomyboingos]

Tag 9 people you’d like to know better. I was tagged by the lovely @icannotreadcursive

Last song: spotify tells me it is Honeymoon (Forever) by Hellogoodbye, which is off of my ineffable husbands playlist. I have good omens brain rot rn 😅 accepting fic recs if u have any

Currently reading: I have been slowly churning my way thru Mexican Gothic by Silvia Moreno-Garcia. 1950s Mexicana socialite must go investigate her cousin’s mysterious illness. the cousin lives in a spooky manor after she has married into the once-rich family of a British aristocrat, whose failed mining enterprise hangs over the town like a spectre. ALSO Tombs by Junji Ito—I very much enjoyed the title story and the one about the deep sea creature.

Currently watching: Recently finished Kingdom, and I can’t recommend it highly enough. It’s a korean period drama with zombies. The king dies while the queen is waiting to give birth, and the current heir starts a coup. What do you do if you’re from the queen’s clan and desperately want to stay in power? Why, infecting the king’s corpse and turning him into a zombie sounds like a great way to buy time until you have a new heir. The costuming is excellent (THE!!!!! HATS!!!!!!) and the characters are genuinely so likeable.

also going apeshit for star trek lower decks

Current obsession: I blame david tenant’s wonderful acting because after bingeing good omens 3 times in the past few weeks I have now returned to doctor who and am attempting to watch the 13th doctor. it’s fine. not the best quality writing. Im curious to see where this “lone cyberman” plot goes. the evil microplastics episode was silly. i want to know more about “ruth.” i liked the mary shelley bits, but I am slightly put off by the writers not letting thirteen think on the fly. ten always used to come up with these crazy schemes in the moment. meanwhile, in the mary shelley episode, they keep asking thirteen for help and she goes “yeah my brain isn’t working right now check back later.” like, hm. I don’t like the written in incompetence. or perhaps it’s the phrasing/set up of it that’s getting to me? it’s not that there weren’t challenges that were tough for ten, but the writers’ hand wasn’t so….evident? it always felt like big time lord brain working on the problem. now it’s as if they’re telling us “hush we haven’t gotten there yet so just deal with her being dumb no we will not give you more info yet or a satisfying reason for her to act this way.” i’m also not the biggest fan of the whole “oh look at me i’m talking to myself” jokes. I know they’re trying to make the character quirky and likeable, but the joke wasn’t funny the first time and now i’ve heard it like 8 times. save me. I have heard that her final season is better, so hopefully that’s true. I think I will be taking a break for now though so that I can watch more star trek lol

alrighty I’m supposed to tag 9 people i want to get to know better so! let’s go: @kayliflower @dolly-macabre @cosmosredshift7 @godofsickdreams @idylls-in-juniper @minecraftgender @transathenacykes @lezbfrenz @great-exhibition-of-1851

(only if u want to!)

#tag game #just jill's stuff #this is slightly old because I forgot it was in my notes app lmao

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Fated Rantings: Saiba

I finished the original Fate Stay Night anime

Now I’m sure the first thing an older Fate fan will ask is “why would you watch that one?” because nearly every recommendation I did see was ‘Unlimited Blade Works’ or Fate Zero.

And, to be honest, I was curious. I’m old by weeb standards and I prefer that older early 00s anime style. Most importantly, I fell down the Fate rabbit hole to begin with due to Saber herself.

My earliest loves as a child was older medieval fantasies you see. Robin Hood, King Arthur, stuff like that. (I love Gargoyles to this day due to it’s Celtic roots)

I had always heard of Fate but never dabbled. Some avoid it for the convolution but I grew up on Kingdom Hearts so that’s not exactly a hurdle I fear. lol

Rather I tried the mobile game out of boredom and true to my nature I sought lore because I love mythology. Even if you hate Grand Order everyone can enjoy how Fate retools mythology of any kind into a modern story.

So one playlist later and I found myself knee deep and now here we are. That said, while I chose to watch the original Fate Stay Night it was not the first Fate I’ve seen.

While waiting to track down the dvds I watched Apocrypha online first. Which also proved to be better than anticipated: https://derekscorner.tumblr.com/tagged/fated-rantings

Arthurian Legends own me

Now as stated, I found myself drawn to Saber the most. Not just the one you see in the original anime or UBW but as a whole. I had spoiled myself on Saber’s backstory and lore long before I watched that 26 episode anime.

I found myself rather engrossed in this retelling of King Arthur because it was done better than simply gender swapping the legendary figure. Saber was raised as a man and a knight and sees people treating her as a woman as an insult.

And this makes sense given the era King Arthur was believed to have lived in. Women simply could not hold a title like king. Yes, that is very silly, especially since she was chosen by a holy sword, but that’s the point you see.

But the events that made her this way aren’t just tied to that. It’s not as simple as gender identities despite what some will claim. In fact, Artoria is very similar to her “son” Mordred who was also warped by circumstance.

To my delight Fate does not shy away from Arthur’s more noteworthy legends but bends them to Sabers life.

There are subtle changes but key events still happened.

Although they’re full blood sisters in Fate, Morgan Le Fay is still Artoria’s sister.

Although Merlin was wise his detachment to humanity caused him to guide Artoria poorly.

The whole mess with Guenevere and Lancelot.

Although Artoria was the ideal king men wanted she wasn’t one they could understand. (and vice versa)

Caliburn, Excalibur, and the holy lance left her ageless. (literally)

Hell, even Mordred is still her “son”. Artoria allowed Merlin to work his magic to temporarily make her (I presume) a hermaphrodite to produce an heir only for Morgan to use this chance to sneak into the castle and essential slip a magic roofie and take advantage of her sister.

The dark aspects of King Arthur’s legend are still there and it has made Saber who she is. She’s desperate for the grail to redo the sword selection because she genuinely wants someone better fit to do it.

Little does she know the sword and her life was plotted by Merlin and her father decades prior. Artoria, much like Mordred, was set up for failure but not by her own design.

This stubbornness, alongside Shirous own stubborn nature, frustrates some watchers. I however found it fitting for them both. While Shirou lacks the power for her to fight efficiently his personality is the perfect match for her as she is in that moment.

And, like my Mordred post, I’m gonna tackle something some probably think I have no right too but bear with me.

While I understand Artoria’s wishes to not be viewed as a woman I do not think she hates being one or has any ideals you’d usually see tumblr (well now twitter) throw on that bonfire. Rather, to consider her as such is to diminish her pride as a king. Even if she believes herself unfit and a failure she still was a king.

On the flip-side, Shirou is naive due to his age. He’s never been in love before and like Gilgamesh (albeit far less depraved) he can’t really accept that Saber is something he longs for but can’t have. Despite her shared feelings in this route she can’t stay in that era.

But I did not get mad at Shirou for stubbornly getting in the way. He done it the wrong way but behind his teenage infatuation is a desire for Saber to be treated like a genuine person.

She violently rejects this because she believes she’s unworthy of that kindness. It’s a very nuanced thing where no one has bad intentions but still causing negative disputes.

This core issue is what hooked me so badly that I bought and watched the original anime. This is the only anime adaption that follows the “fate route” otherwise known as “sabers route”.

That’s also why this ramble is so Saber focused. This is her story and it was a story I loved to see. A small part of you wants to see them work out but more importantly a big part of you wants Saber to love herself.

To be given the chance to want and be human. Something her upbringing as “Arthur Pendragon” denied her. This lack of freedom in her life is noticed and pointed out exceedingly quickly by Iskander in the Fate Zero scenes I’ve watched.

In Fairness

Now I will grant you that I could enjoy this story far more because I had the context. I was fully aware of what drove Saber and I was aware of why she was summoned by Shirou and how.

I knew about Avalon, her torn feelings, and how Shirous hero complex mirrored her. I would imagine the average anime fan, especially back in the early 2000s, would be fully fucking lost.

For them Fate Stay Night was a generic anime with borrowed names in mythology. I’m also aware some prefer the modern ‘Unlimited Blade Works’, Fate Zero, and ‘Heaven’s Feel’ because they enjoy the other girls more.

Each route focuses on a girl in the barest sense. There’ll always be “animisms” like damsel in distress as well that some just do not like. That is fine. I wouldn’t recommend you view this without context either.

That said, I still enjoyed it far more than I expected. I wish this route explained Heroic Spirit Emiya or had the added epilogue where Shirou finds Saber in Avalon but it’s fine like this.

There was things to enjoy I felt. Rin seems not as “tsundere” as she is in other media I’m shown and I like that she nor Shirou really have a drive for the grail. Their dynamic seems to work in any route whether they’re lovers or allies.

I also like Shirous powers. Due to the Scabbard Avalon he’s become a highly spec’d magic sword. His father didn’t train him properly and he sucks at everything else but by hell do I wish I could just conjure swords. Seeing him use it to greater levels in other stories is always a good time.

I even laughed because the comments I had read before were right. Kotomine literally slings mud as Shirou in this route. The man can use magic karate to topple trees and here he just slings angst sludge at the boy. lmao

Another small thing to note was Gilgamesh’s use of the Babylon Gate. In other media he seems to just sling his entire treasury at people but in this show he actually used the tools a bit. A few swords, a dagger, chains, it wasn’t much but I liked that. (though I suspect animation budget was the cause)

Resolution

At the end of the day I found Fate Stay Night an enjoyable time. I even put off watching the last six because I did not want the ride to end. It leaves some mysteries open but that’s the fault of the original source which was a visual novel.

You simply can’t cram an entire, multi-route, novel into an anime. Thus why I say I enjoyed it more than most due to me having prior context.

To be honest I hope they redo this route one day. Give it the full ‘Unlimited Blade Works’ or even ‘Heaven’s Feel’ treatment. If they do I hope they added the epilogue of Shirou finding Saber in Avalon. (Let them be happy damn you!)

Now to plot what my next venture into Fate will be. Bye~

#fated rantings #fate series #fate stay night #artoria pendragon #saber #artoria #saber fate #fate grand order #fgo

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“Griffith did Nothing Wrong”

I’m going to need you all to humor me until the eclipse. Tw: SA

Let’s set the stage that spawned this post. I stumbled upon Berserk when I was 9 years old. This was the early days of YouTube (2009) when anime was uploaded with abandon and minimal copyright. Don’t ask me to explain why my 9 year old self was watching gory anime scenes—I also found Umineko no Naku Koro Ni—I was and that’s it. I saw part of the eclipse episode, but I could never find the full show. I’ve known about Berserk for years. With only a passing interest, I learned most of the plot of the Golden Age arc. I’ve known for years what happens during the eclipse, but never the details of the story. I could’ve read the manga, but I decided to wait until it finished. A manga that was in publication for over 30 years does not give me confidence. Authors die and I refuse to start any series that’s been petering along for decades. It’s too disappointing, and I don’t feel like experiencing that again. Well, Kentaro Miura did die and there was a lot of discussion on whether his staff will continue the manga (they are), so I just shelved it.

So, here I am in 2022. I think I just had a passing curiosity, as adhd is apt to do, and looked up Berserk (1997) and found the whole show subbed. Finally, I could watch this show I’ve been curious about for 10+ years. Watch I did, and Griffith became my favorite character.

“But he’s a—“ I know. “He did—“ I promise you, I know. I know what Griffith did, and does, and I love him. After staunchly touting the “Griffith did everything wrong” I am here to say, Griffith is not a bad person. In fact, Griffith didn’t do anything wrong.

Bitch, the fuck?

Hi, if you’re still reading, thank you. I will ignore the pitchforks and hanging rope and quickly explain myself. This post is defending pre-eclipse Griffith. Admittedly, I’m not even mad about the eclipse, though one obvious part will never sit well. Let’s start at the beginning.

Griffith wasn’t a bad person. He wasn’t evil. At best, he was a cold, callous, self-centered man. He’s right, Griffith forced no one to join him or forced anyone into battle. Yes, the only reason he created the Band of the Hawk, slept with creepy adults, fought battles, and committed a few assassinations was in service to his dream. No, that doesn’t make him evil. Griffith makes no illusions to his followers, he doesn’t pretend to be their friend or give a damn. He has a goal and he will do what he needs to achieve it. Get in line or fuck off.

Some may argue that objectifying those around him makes him bad. For me, good and bad aren’t the only choices. Griffith is neutral. He’s not a good person by any means, though. Our hawk reads to me as someone incapable of fostering true connection. He’s abnormally pretty, which definitely caused him issues, inquisitive, and quite intelligent. He started forming his mercenary group around 13-15 years old. I do relate this, living in your own world that no one else seems to or wants to understand. There are often two reactions to that, desperately try to fit in or see others as NPCs.

Griffith is a child

If you look into our cast’s ages, most of them are 17-25. Griffith is about 20-21 by the end of the Golden Age arc. What I’m trying to empress upon you all is that he’s young. I’m 22, and while I definitely feel adult, working at a retirement home puts my life in perspective. 22 is fucking young. There are people who have been retired longer than I’ve been alive. Griffith is a fucking child and, in my opinion, the most childish person after Rickert and Charlotte.

Let’s analyze his dream. Little boy Griffith dreamt of having a kingdom. He dreamt of knowing his place in the world, and of being more than a peasant with a run of the mill life. Having a kingdom, living in a castle, these are the dreams of children. Griffith is clinging to something childish. That may seem unrealistic, I mean, Griffith commands thousands of men, he’s a viscount, he sniffed out and snuffed out political subterfuge, he clearly has a real world grasp of the complexities of running a kingdom. He knows how to get his dream, though that requires severe luck or causality, but the dream itself is hollow like a child’s. He wants a kingdom. Do we ever see people in the kingdom? Do we every see anyone standing by Griffith’s side? Do we see culture, holidays, anything but a castle on a tall hill? Griffith has accumulated a mountain of bodies for something so empty. Griffith is a man with the dreams of a child, but his actions have adult consequences and that is something that eats him alive. He feels guilt and regret and buries deep within so he can avoid it. Someone died on his order? That’s fine, they’re just a toy I’m using. We need money and I had to sleep with Gennon? It’s not traumatizing that I was only a few years older than his slaves and that may have been my first sexual experience. I’m not making this point to excuse his actions, just his mindset. Griffith appears adult and in some respects he is, but he’s also a child who’s been in a bit of arrested development.

Yes, he’s an asshole

Turns out when everything goes your way forever and everyone seems to love the act you put on, you become kind of an arrogant prick. Still not the most egregious I’ve seen, but a prick nonetheless. Part of that is due to his controlling nature. Griffith is neurotic levels of control freak, something I also relate to. There’s a script that must be followed and damn anyone who dares step from it (Guts). This is going to be a Griffith is autistic post, isn’t it? He’s also an intj and I’ve gotten intp and intj consistently…

People don’t treat objects well, that’s why objectification is usually bad. You’re not friends with objects and you don’t mourn objects, please ignore the scars on my upper arms and the smile that never reaches my eyes. For the most part, Griffith isn’t an active asshole. He’s not walking up to his men and saying he finds them expendable. He’s not gossiping with them.

He does admit to Charlotte, in an incredibly rare moment of vulnerability, that he only considers people with their own dreams his equal. I can see where that comes from. Everyone worships the ground he walks on. You can’t have an equal and genuine relationship with people who worship you. Think a celebrity dating a fan, not impossible but very unlikely to be successful. There’s also a little glimmer into Griffith, that people without dreams piss him off. An intrinsically and unique facet of who he is. We all have values that shape our opinions of others.

Let’s talk Charlotte (No, I’m not discussing the age gap. It’s the Middle Ages)

I’ve dubbed that sex scene as dubcon. I am using a fanfic term, but that’s how I see it. For some, dubcon is noncon and that’s fine. I’m not here to argue. Griffith was forceful, and he did push, but I feel if Charlotte had said “no” again and continued to resist, he would’ve quit. Charlotte was an ego boost and control freak panic. Griffith lives in a world where everyone loves him and women would jump his bones at a moment’s notice. He needs to reaffirm this “fact”, he needs the world where he gets what he wants and everyone gives happily. Also, raping the fucking princess might get you…killed. Charlotte is a sweet girl and Griffith was thinking about another person while deflowering her, I assume with little prep. This was fucking shitty.

The day of the eclipse

For the longest time, I thought the eclipse was a couple of months after Griffith was rescued. It’s the next day. You know how people decry torture because it can drastically damage a person’s physical and mental health and cause severe trauma? I had to look away during Griffith’s torture, that shit was medieval. Cut tendons, pulled nails, branding, rape, probable castration, tongue cut, bones broken, pierced by thick needles…he went through this for a year.

Trauma like that can change your personality. I’m not surprised that in his pain Griffith blamed Guts. Remember, this man is a child. Children blame others instead of themselves. Guts broke through his mask and was his first true emotional connection. Then, Guts left. He veered off script and threw the laws that govern Griffith’s the world. That can’t do. Of course Griffith had to sleep with Charlotte. The laws needed to be mended. Guts forced his hand and now he’s here practically dead on the cold cobblestone floor smelling like piss and shit and watching the wall swirl into a hallucination of demonic beings in a room out of relativity. I’m not expecting rationality from Griffith. I’m honestly impressed that he could process words.

Did he attempt to rape Casca in the wagon? Kinda? I thought this at first, but then thought that he was really seeking normal physical comfort. We never see Griffith hug people or seek physical comfort. One could say that Charlotte served that purpose as well, though that is straight speculation.

I see the belief for rape, but I also see the same line of thinking with Charlotte. It’s his ego. Women were throwing themselves at him. I feel like rape, in this instance, would only hurt his ego. He’s Griffith, he doesn’t need to force women. They’ll all kill for the chance to be in his godly prescence. So when Casca turns away and rebuffs him, he stops. Casca, his most devoted follower who would’ve jumped at the chance last year, refuses him. I don’t think she even perceived it as assault. Griffith is that pathetic.

Griffith has been free for a day. Let’s list what happens: He’s too weak to even choke Guts. Guts and Judeau, seasoned soldiers, are horrified by his face. A soldier reveals his emaciated body to his men. The group he painstakingly formed, fought for, sold his body for, look at him in pity and rally around the man he blames for his state. His most ardent defender is in love with said man and looks at him with pity. She will stay out of pity, but not love/admiration. The kid he envisions isn’t his because I tell you at least his balls are gone. His one life goal is shattered.

I will be getting a little personal. My dad had a stroke and he’s now disabled. He isn’t handling the change well. His pride is hurt, he feels like a child, he feels weak and pathetic and emasculated. His attitude is less than stellar and he lives in denial that he’ll be working a fast-paced job and being the breadwinner again. That is Griffith, except his denial is shattered when he shatters his elbow. He doesn’t have time to truly process anything. All of this shit hits him at once and he attempts to kill himself. He also fails at that.

Pre-torture Griffith would never kill himself, and now post-torture can’t even manage that. He can’t walk, talk, or do the most basic of things. His life at 21 is fucking over. That brief fantasy was denial. His hair won’t grow back, the skin on his face will never look normal. So, we get the eclipse.

@blood-ember made a great post. The god hand had to wait for an extremely traumatized man, isolate him, and show him strange visions that egged him into sacrificing the Band of the Hawk. Griffith was an amalgamation of emotions, not just negative ones. He still felt love for his group and Guts and Casca. I cannot view a quick decision made in such horrendously manipulative circumstances as valid. Griffith would not have made this decision last year.

Yassified Griffith Femto is not human, he doesn’t feel in the same way and has been imbued with literal evil. I do think raping Casca is in character, but I mostly blame Miura. For some reason, the demons that kill everyone else, instead rip off Casca’s clothes and assault her. Guts is only alive because he’s Guts. Casca was kept alive by Miura, not Griffith, to be raped. Griffith was still in his cocoon when that shit happened. Miura treated Casca in the most sickening and misogynistic manner possible. Griffith is wrong, and this is an action that I will never dismiss or diminish. Kento Miura should’ve killed Casca.

Conclusion

I like Griffith because I like morally bankrupt, intelligent pretty boys. Makishima Shogo is my favorite Pyscho-Pass character next to Akane. Griffith isn’t a bad person for most of the Golden Age arc. He reminds me of myself in some ways. The odd man out, isolated, a little childish, and analytical. He’s a great character and I hold no illusions that he’ll get a good end. He will probably die and I’m not mad. He deserves it. This arc is a good story. I wish they had developed our side cast more because the only ones I cared about at the end were Rickert and Judeau. Pippin, I do love you, but I know shit about you.

After a decade of going off other people’s assumptions, I have seen the full picture and changed my mind. Griffith, at least until the eclipse, really did nothing wrong.

#mari’s rambles #berserk #griffith berserk #sa tw #sa mention #berserk 1997 #the golden age arc #Griffith did nothing wrong #please don’t kill me #he’s done a lot wrong after though #he girlbossed too close to the sun #for legal purposes this is a joke

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Notre Dame AU “Chapter” 3: ‘The Festival of Tomfoolery’ (And What Happened There)

This is going to be a long one, so buckle up. Stalled this one for a day too long, methinks.

As Sun ushered in the surprisingly large crowd of people, two children lingered on the outskirts. One, a girl with more modern attire (though one could argue that she took more inspiration from the 1990s) sitting and watching. The other, a boy donning a medieval peasant’s best dress-wear as he practiced some move. “So, let me see if I’ve got this right,” the girl asked in a gentle tone as her companion finished. “The only reason why you’re back here at all is to mess with some lady in a rabbit mask?”

”And to beat some games they’ve got here,” the boy added confidently, now stretching his arms. “But yeah, that’s about it.”

“You’re not here to find out about the story of the bell-ringer? Or anything that’s been weird about this place?”

”Look, Amelia,” the boy continued, now sitting down beside her as he adjusted his shoes. “I’ve seen plenty of weird stuff in this place already. Some random guy that got hired to ring that huge bell a couple times is not one of them.”

Amelia leaned back and lifted up her head. “Okay, but what if it’s not just a random guy?” she pressed, looking at him with a concerned expression. “Remember what that one woman posted in the Fazbear’s Kingdom thread?”

“Eh, kinda. Something about seeing a guy with half of his face being a purple pixel thing. Kinda glowed like a ghost even when the sky was sunny and stuff.”

The poor girl just tilted her head and stared.

“Okay, you got me there,” her friend sighed as he got up. “There might be a chance that something else is the bell-ringer. But until I see him with my own eyes, I’m just going to stick with a combo of an intern and some fancy-shmancy projection.” Just then, the cathedral bells chimed in the distance. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a dance to prep for,” he concluded, bowing low towards the girl. “See you after the festival, Amy!”

“You too, Greg,” Amelia answered back, waving weakly. As soon as she watched him disappear into the growing swarm of people, she sighed to herself. “I just hope nothing goes wrong for him today,” she muttered to herself. “Both Gregory and the bell-ringer.”

As Gregory rushed to his own affairs, Sun serenaded and guided a few guests around the area. He showcased each area with great enthusiasm in-between song breaks, leading them from the main entrance to the Princess’ Challenge castle itself. “Here we have the Choir Section, right near the church!” Sun called out, dramatically gesturing to hastily moved log benches and stacks of papers. “Feel free to chime with my traveling songs whenever you like— But remember! Stick to your parts!”

A curious member of this group picked up a sheet and skimmed its contents. “Excuse me, but where are the music notes?” she questioned, showing her paper to the still-smiling jester. “I’m not sure if I’m going to know how to come in without music notes.”

Sun let out a feverish chortle. “You’ll do fine, silly!” he exclaimed before pointing to the woman’s Faz-Watch. “Just remember the colors of your watch, and you’ll know exactly when to sing!”

“So, my words are the one in green and gold?”

“Now you’ve got it!” Sun cheered, joyfully patting the woman on the back with his non-puppet wielding hand. “C’mon! We’ve got a big show to start!”

The woman eyed her part again, shrugged, then joined the rest of the animatronic’s makeshift choir. As they gathered at the castle’s courtyard, Agonia fumbled around in the main hustle and bustle. He attempted to find someone to talk to in the crowd, but his trying was either met with confusion about a floating hood or absolute distraction by the myriads of games and activities. Feeling the need to retool his approach, he hobbled back towards the castle and slipped past the crowd. He sat on the lowest step as they prepared. His mind drifted between two thoughts: Either he could go back into the castle and come back later when the crowds had died down or he could figure out the reason why they could only see a floating cape. And, considering all the work that went into even getting to this point, the latter sounded much better to him.

He got up from his seat and peered up at the bell tower itself. Though he had to strain his eyes, he did see one glaring error: The flame in the lantern wasn’t flickering.

Now finally understanding the reason for both his easy getaway and his lack of interaction, he walked up to the tower walls and placed his hand on a pillar. Then, with some focus, he sent up a blast of purple lightning to “short out” the lantern. He could felt something rushing through him as he watched the sparks do their work. His entire body registered the loose weight of the cloak as it covered him. His appendages lost a good bit of their floaty nature as he adjusted his hood. He could even feel the breeze of an unseen air conditioner as he processed the rest of these changes. In short: now he was truly there at the festival.

Which meant he had to hurry out of harm’s way before anyone in Sun’s Choir mistook him for one of their own— And fast.

So, as Sun and his new friends sang the festival’s theme song, Agonia carefully rushed to the church. Then, when all was clear, he entered back into the fray.

Fortunately for him, there was plenty of opportunities for a good time. The nearby arts and crafts booth provided a special lesson in silly paper crowns or sturdy tambourines adorned with ribbons. The snack vendors wheeled by him in old-style wooden wagons, carrying strange foods both spicy and sweet. Even the employees a good distance away fooled around with the lone passerby, either dressing like a random animatronic or as a shoddy rendition of their usual work attire. And this wasn’t even covering the activities lining the borders like jousting with pool noodles or a giant chess match with random pieces on both side of the board. All in all, everything was in a spectacular flurry of absurdity as he fumbled his way through the sea of equally astounding folks.

Unfortunately, as he tried to decide, one of those aforementioned employees sprang in front of him with a strange mask and emitted a fierce screech. This act alarmed him so badly that he stumbled straight into a small, fabric-lined tent. Cries of “Hey, watch it!” and “What?” rang in his ear as he crashed to the ground on his back. As he struggled to regain his composure, he could hear something drawing nearer. “You good?” a boy’s voice asked sheepishly. “Sorry about the yelling, but I—we—had no idea y-you–“

Agonia waved his hand nonchalantly as he sat up. He shook his head, then opened his eyes. Beside him was a boy dressed in green and brown. Some distance behind them both was a lady in a rabbit mask and a red dress looking both relieved and shocked. As did Agonia as he realized which tent he had just clumsily wandered into. Quickly, he stumbled back onto his feet and gave a parting bow before hobbling out the curtain door. “He didn’t even let us check if he was hurt underneath that funny mask!” the boy grumbled as he returned to what he was doing before.

“I... don’t think I blame him,” the rabbit lady stammered, tilting her masked head. “We can check later if he doesn’t mind, but uh... Let’s leave him to his business, okay? We’ve got a show to start.”

”Okay,” the boy agreed reluctantly, pulling back the curtain as he did so. He poked his head outside and looked around. When he spotted the jester robot and his band of merry singers, he gave their leader a thumbs up.

Sun, meanwhile, took the thumbs up as a sign to stop his friends’ joyous following-along. “I’ve got to go!” he cried out, shaking one of the members’ hands. “Have fun with the rest of the festival!”

A strain of microphone feedback alerted (and most likely hurt) a good majority of the main crowd of guests. A fanfare played through the speakers of a small theater set up beside that fabric tent, leading most to it. After spotting the gathering audience, Sun leaped into the stage and posed dramatically. “Come one and all!” he beckoned with bold enthusiasm. “Here she is again: The bunny with dances most funny— and, this time, she’s got a friend to tag along! Vanny and her new pal Greg!”

As soon as their names were announced, Vanny and Greg emerged from a pile of reddish smoke billowing from underneath a scarlet curtain. Applause filled the air as they began their routine. Vanny performed a solo tango as Greg circled around her.. at first. As if all the melodrama and extra sass in her moves annoyed him, Greg put out a leg and tripped up Vanny the first chance he got. Vanny fumbled, but regained her balance before falling over the edge of the stage. With only a stern stance and a foot stomp to show her true anger, she proceeded to chase the boy down the stairs and into the audience itself.

Agonia, who had been watching in the back row, looked amused at it all rather than horrified. Even as they rushed behind him, he couldn’t help but attempt to egg Greg on by mouthing a cheer.

Meanwhile, in the front row, Judge Glitch yelled ‘advice’ down to Vanny. “Run faster!” he cried when they were close enough. “Grab him by the legs! Even drag me into this, if you have to!”

“With pleasure,” joked a boy’s voice from behind.

The next thing Glitch knew, he was dragged by the hand onto the show stage itself. He looked down to see Greg himself, taunting a faraway Vanny with her own dancing from earlier. “Come on, Your ‘Honor’,” he heard Greg tell him in a somewhat-cheerful tone. “Live a little! Do what I did earlier, if you want! Just make it crazy enough to get her back over.”

Glitch nodded reluctantly, trying his best to hide his growing unease. He then proceeded to do a slower version of Greg’s foot-tripping high kicks, but he missed the boy’s leg each time. With building frustration, the rabbit adjusted each kick until it practically turned into a blazing inferno of floor-scuffing and near-hits. He watched as Greg switched dancing styles entirely just to avoid a fiercely-dealt blow to the kneecaps.

A strange sense of joy filled the rabbit’s mind as he kept going. And not a malicious kind, either. To him, it almost felt like a wonderful memory he had lost ago. A different time and place, but still keeping that aspect of playing games with someone. Someone a bit younger than Greg. An old friend, even.

Unsure of what to do with these glimpses of the past, Glitch halted his side of the performance and let Vanny rush back on-stage to finish the act. They circled around the bewildered judge until Greg swung onto Vanny’s back and pulled on her ears like the reins of a horse. This prompted them both to stop and bow, which a reeling Glitch took as his cue to leave. He dazedly wandered back into his seat, still wide-eyed and droopy-eared.

Sun jumped back onto the stage as the two performers slipped behind the scarlet curtain. “Thanks for coming to their show!” he thanked with a swing of his microphone hand. “Oh, and don’t forget! At the top of the hour, we’ll be crowning the King of Fools after our contest!”

Agonia raised his head at that last sentence. King of Fools, eh? What were the requirements for such a title? A degree in being a court jester? A general lapse in judgement?

Feeling like endless speculation in his mind wouldn’t help him in getting answers, the bell-ringer hobbled towards the metallic jester-in-charge. However, before his bowed legs could catch up, a little girl with blonde pigtails rushed past. He decided to just sit down nearby and watch their conversation after that. At least what he caught was.. somewhat helpful. Their chatter was normal at first. A concerned girl asked a question, which Sun responded by nodding and answering with pointing to his head. Which most likely meant something about the King of Fools, Agonia had no doubt.

Then Sun spun his head like a ferris wheel and changes faces right before the girl’s (and the bell-ringer’s) eyes. His triangle spikes retracted into his head as his bright yellow colors switched to a more distinct white and black. He hissed out a little “Boo!”, which made the girl step back.. Only to giggle and outright hug the transformed jester. They exchanged a few parting words as his head returned to normal, then they went their own ways.

This strange interaction made Agonia lean back and ponder even more. Did this mean that the contest the host mentioned was a battle for the scariest mask? A battle that could result in the crowning of the King of Fools? This explained the fellow that scared him earlier, which relieved the speculator a little.

Now filled with a stronger curiosity, he followed the audience gathering around the courtyard of the castle. A stage made of several moving parts wheeled in as the minutes ticked on. Some members of the observers moved into a line blocked off by barriers of sewn velvet curtains. Agonia moved near the back of line, but decided to not join in. More out of a fear for a misunderstanding about his face than actual stage fright, really.

Thankfully for both viewers and participants alike, the cathedral bells and the castle bells themselves chimed the long-awaited hour. Sun flourished a loose-fitting scarlet cape on the main platform as he made his second stage entrance of the day. “It’s 9 AM, which means it’s time to crown the new King of Fools!” he announced, garnering a large round of applause and similar cheers. “Gone are the scales and teeth of last year’s king! Here will be... Well, even I’m not sure. But, after today’s contest, I’m sure we’ll find out together!”

“But why do we even need the contest?” the moon-themed puppet on one of Sun’s arms ‘groveled’. “Shouldn’t we just pick someone at random?”

“No, you silly little boy!” Sun chortled as he lightly flicked the puppet on the ‘nose’. “We may be fools, but we still try to be somewhat fair. Besides, how could we decide on who’s the ugliest without a proper assessment?”

“I guess that would be kinda hard on your own,” the puppet ‘replied’ begrudgingly. “Okay, we can keep going.”

“Great!” exclaimed Sun, lowering his puppet arm to show that his little skit was over. “Now that the both of us are in agreement, here’s how the contest works for all you first-timers out there: We’ve set up a line for anyone who thinks they’ve got the face that’ll crown them the King—or Queen, if a lovely lady earns it. Once someone reaches the bottom of the stairs, that person will be taken up here to be evaluated. If the audience agrees, then the crown is yours! If they don’t, well.. At least you can try a beauty pageant until next year?”

This retort got a chuckle out of Agonia, but it didn’t quell the mixed emotions he received from that explanation. On the one hand, all his worries about being confused for a cheater were erased. On the other, now he felt a bit too much of a professional in this field. They were looking for more naturally gruesome faces, after all.

So, as others jumped in line or dragged a reluctant person towards the curtain barriers, Agonia slipped away. He almost reached the town square, but a light tug on his cloak forced him to stop. He turned around to see Gregory realizing his mistake. “Hey, sorry to bother you,” he smiled nervously with a wave, “but I gotta ask: Are you seriously not going to join the King of Fools Contest? That mask of yours would look great in that crown!”

Agonia tried to sputter out a “No, thank you” as he backed away, but Gregory grabbed his hand. “Come on, you’ll be fine!” the boy cried out as he led the poor thing to the back of the line. “I’m right after you, so you’ll definitely have someone to talk to on the way. Trust me, I know how rough it can be dealing with scary stuff all on your own— Especially if it’s on the spot.”

Seeing no other choice, Agonia accepted the offer with a nod. They both travelled through the line, watching potential “nobles” being rejected left and right. The closer they got to the stairs of destiny, the more frenzied everyone became. Vanny re-emerged in a knight’s outfit, prancing in and introducing each one with a playful motion. Meanwhile, Sun rallied in his makeshift choir, leading cheers for those still in the audience. “Ugly folks forget your shyness— You could soon become Your Highness!” being a personal favorite of the sunny jester. “Must be a rough year for the ‘judges’,” Gregory quipped under his breath to his hooded friend. “Then again, Monty showing up with a bunch of ‘bruises’ is a pretty big act to follow.”

Agonia responded with a shudder. He would’ve tried to ask for more context, but it was already his turn to climb those stairs. With a gentle shove from his fellow contestant, he ascended the small staircase and lowered his hood. He walked as normally as his trembling legs would allow, stopping at the center of the main stage. He waved at the approaching Vanny and braced for the inevitable.

Vanny closely inspected the new contestant. Her head tilted this way and that as she circled him like a vulture. Then, after an exchange of gestures with the man, she attempted to pull off his “mask” from behind. This attempt only made her ungloved fingers tingle as she gripped the ghostly sides of his face before ‘accidentally’ fumbling onto the wooden boards.

Stunned silence filled the air. Agonia surveyed his tense surroundings, but his moment to process (and, in return, de-escalate this whole situation) was quickly shattered by frantic observations. “That’s not a mask, you dummy!” one employee in particular snapped to a horrified Gregory. “That’s his face!”

This retort prompted a slew of other quips one after the other. As the firestorm of exclamations towards him rose, Agonia looked to where Vanny had stumbled. By this time, however, she had already fled to Judge Glitch’s side a short distance away from the action. And, if it weren’t for terror pinning his feet onto the wooden boards, the bell-ringer would have joined her.

As Agonia felt his body readying to crumple on the spot, a loud whistle jolted some of his composure back into him. “Ladies and gentlemen, don’t be alarmed!” Sun assured the masses, swiftly bouncing to the frazzled man’s side. “I think we’ve hit the jackpot this year. We asked for the ugliest face in the entire kingdom, and we got someone even better: Agonia, our rumored castle bell-ringer!”

Mixed reactions ensued over this realization. A few teens in the back joyfully yelled “Long live the king!” and toasted with sodas. Those in the middle either asked for information about this whole bell-ringer thing or joined in with the teens in a more reserved manner. The front-row guests just shrugged and gave a thumbs up. Sun, taking all of this as a positive, led his troop of singers into a slower reprise of the Festival’s theme song. During this, he crowned Agonia with a strange combination of a jester’s hat and an actual papier-mâché crown lined with fake jewels.

Agonia inspected the crown as Sun switched out his cloak for a scarlet cape. His eyes widened as a realization reached his mind. King of the Fools didn’t just mean the obvious “king of the foolish ones”. Judging from the inclusion of the jester’s cap, this also meant that he was King of the Jesters. Or, perhaps even..

He smiled with misty eyes as he put his crown back on. With a new vigor, he shook hands with his fellow jokester and confidently bowed before his new “subjects”. Their more supportive reactions only prompted him to liven up to an even greater extent. He waved to the disgruntled Judge Glitch with a calm and collected grin. He chimed in with the choristers as they concluded, twirling his newly given scepter like a baton-wielding member of a marching band. Even as the applause died down after the song’s crescendo, he still thanked each of the departing musicians with a light tap of his scepter on the head.

Unfortunately, even with all these accolades, discontentment reigned supreme in some. “Oh, king of fools,” snarked the one bitter employee as he pulled out a small remote controller, “please enlighten me: How do you fare with fire?”

Before Agonia could respond, a familiar sensation crawled up his spine. He checked his cape, but nothing appeared out of the ordinary. Panic spread as fast as the burning feeling. He removed his crown and cloak and gave it back to the equally puzzled Sun. He strained to feel for anything than his curved spine, but no result came.

The employee, satisfied with this frightful display, nudged a nearby kid’s arm. He whispered something to the child, then ushered her and her four friends up. They attempted to break through his terror, but they were only met with an expression of pure fear and a full collapse to his knees. The leading girl flagged down Judge Glitch and Vanessa, yelling “Help! Our king’s falling fast! The nightmares are grabbing him and pining him down!”

Vanessa’s right hand twitched. Her frustrated expression dropped into one of equal alarm. “Sir, phrasing aside, I think she’s right,” she said, putting her hand on her sword sheath. “I’m pretty sure this calls for–“

Glitch put a finger to his mouth. “Neither of them have yelled out Sanctuary,” he reminded darkly. “Let the situation play out. He’ll get over it shortly.”

Vanessa’s face burned bright red. “But sir!” she growled out, drawing out her sword completely. “I’m fairly certain—“

The knight’s words were interrupted by a laser blast in the distance. Her head instinctively turned at the sound. There stood Gregory, Faz-Blaster in hand, staring down the man with a now-charred remote. Wordlessly, the boy placed his weapon onto the floorboards and crawled to the wounded soul’s side. He lingered there for a few moments. Watching and waiting for any sign of recovery.

The blast tore away any ghosts of the past that plagued Agonia’s mind. The scorching heat also died away, leaving him lying on the floor as his back cooled down. He opened one eye, letting his vision un-blur itself. His focus shifted from Gregory’s concerned face to the weapon on the floor. Everything now made sense again.

“I’m so sorry,” Gregory said in a frail tone, inching a bit closer to the healing victim. “I should’ve just left you alone.”

Agonia moved his hand and rested it on the boy’s own hand. A few simple pats and a broken smile conveyed all that was needed.

“You there!” Glitch’s voice rang out with cold anger. “Young boy! Get down from there or I’ll add a count of ‘trespassing’ to your list of charges!”

“Can you at least let me finish seeing if this guy’s all right?” Gregory asked sharply as he stood back up and gestured to the figure.

“He will survive,” Glitch answered coldly. “Now, come down here and accept your charges like a good boy. We’ll discuss those in private.”

Gregory picked up his Faz-Blaster and trudged in the judge’s general direction. However, he stopped once he reached the steps. “How’s about ‘no’?” he asked firmly, readying his laser gun yet again. “Not until you start treating this ghost guy a bit nicer! Actually, I can say ‘No’ until you stop messing with people’s heads altogether!” He then rolled up his sleeve to reveal two watches. One in blue and orange, the other a metallic black and purple. “You call yourself a ‘judge’, but I’ve seen what you do to people who need justice,” he admitted, lifting up the watches for all to see. “And I’m not going to stand by and watch while you turn more people into your—“

“Enough of this rabble!” Glitch snarled out, thrusting out his arm. “I will have order!”

“Justice!” Gregory shot back, literally firing a laser ‘bullet’ straight into the air. Remembering that the gun was still in his hand, however, he lowered his arm shortly after.

“If you continue to be as stupid as you are, then you will pay faster than most,” Glitch retorted while he signaled Vanessa.

“Pretty sure the dumb one here is you, Your ‘Honor’,” Gregory replied, grabbing the crown from the returning Sun and tossing it to the rabbit. He almost jumped into the front row as a grand finish, but the sight of several pairs of red eyes made him halt at the stage’s edge. His heart pounded. His mind raced as his eyes skimmed the town. He bolted down the stairs and sped through the empty line. Soon, the familiar shapes of three Glamrock animatronics furiously rushed after. All four vanished out of sight as the crowd of partygoers fled to other parts of the giant mall.

Agonia slowly rose to his feet. He grimaced as soon as Judge Glitch entered his line of vision. His legs bowed even more as that ever-familiar padded paw gripped his shoulder. “This is what I tried to keep you from,” the rabbit said with a false sense of sadness. “How could you do this to me?”

All Agonia could do was mouth an apology as his eyes welled up with tears.

Glitch let go of his listener’s shoulder. “Go back inside,” he ordered flatly, looking out into the empty town. ”I will join you shortly.”

Using the fractured lantern like a teleport beacon, the bell-ringer instantly returned to the bell tower. He sat underneath the bell itself and buried his head in his hands. This, without a doubt, was one of the worst ideas he had in years.

#notre dame au #hunchback of notre dame #gregory fnaf #glitchtrap #william afton #vanessa fnaf #vanny fnaf #fnaf vanny #sundrop #fnaf security breach #fnaf au #fnaf fanfic #long chapter #long post

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March 2023 BL/GL Wrap-Up

A little monthly (spoilery!) wrap-up of all the shows I’ve watched or am watching in March 2023, general thoughts, and ranking of them all.

Recommendation of the month:

So Long, See You Tomorrow is only available in film festivals I think? So I had to watch it on a bootleg site but it's worth it, especially for people who like this sort of movie where young men are friends and also possibly boyfriends but are separated for reasons and then the story takes place a decade or two later a la His (2020), Your Name Engraved Herein, Life: Love On The Line, etc. This one has a fun parallel universes thing to it though but it's still got the slow, slice-of-life vibe to it rather than any hard sci-fi

Ranking

Moonlight Chicken = Derry Girls S1

Happiness = Derry Girls S2 = Derry Girls S3 = A Shoulder To Cry On = So Long, See You Tomorrow

Island Part 1

Island Part 2

The New Employee - Dropped

Average Rating: 6.4/10

MDL Updates - Added to Watchlist:

A section because I’m curious about how many shows I decide to add to my Watch List a month and also the ratio of watching them:adding them.

Island Part 1

Island Part 2

Koi Desu: Yankee-kun to Hakujou Garu: Certified Noonas recommended it and I thought it was funny that she's a blind so she's like what he's a nice guy when everybody warns her against him

Circle: The Certified Noona Natalia's favourite show and apparently it's a good sci-fi. Also a Yeo Jin-goo show

The Crowned Clown: another Yeo Jin-goo show and I've heard good things

Kingdom (2019): I liked Happiness enough and am curious about a historical zombie drama

A Shoulder to Cry On

So Long, See You Tomorrow (2021): saw a clip last month from this tweet (twitter.com/beansxooo/status/1630016040473178119) and got around to finally adding it to MDL

Our Dating Sim

Tomorrow (2022): The Certified Noona recommendation I think. Grim reapers :>

To Watch List At Start Of Month: 56

To Watch List At End Of Month: 56 (heh, it stayed the same)

Removed from To Watch List:

Self (2022) - unlikely I'll ever watch it

Our Beloved Summer (2022) - I do like exes-to-lovers which is why I originally added it but I think I'd get really frustrated with them breaking up multiple times over 16 eps (as somebody said). I saw a tiktok of them in high school years teasing each other and that was really cute though

Once Again (2022) - unlikely I'll ever watch it

Watching On-Air

Nothing

Completely Watched

Moonlight Chicken

Country: Thailand

Release Dates: Feb 8, 2023 - Mar 2, 2023

Watch Via: GMMTV Youtube (free)

Watch Dates: Mar 1 - 6, 2023

Rating: 7/10

Overall Impression: It's a good one! High quality with good acting and interesting storylines that are unique in BL. It didn't hit me as hard as it seemed to hit some other people though and I'm not thinking about it much at all since finishing. I think Jim/Wen's relationship was one of the weakest aspects of the show to me because I didn't care nor did I really feel anything. I loved Heart and Li Ming, I enjoyed getting to see Jim grow and also how his relationship with Li Ming changed, I liked getting to see Wen and Alan's flashbacks and to present tense relationship, I like Gaipa showing up once in a while to be bright, I thought Gaipa and Leng's interactions were funny, I loved Li Ming as a character so much, I wished to be him so badly.

tags: moonlight chicken

Also Appears In: Moonlight Chicken Live Blogging

Island Part 1

Country: South Korean

Release Dates: Dec 30, 2022 - Jan 13, 2023

Watch Via: Amazon Prime :>

Watch Dates: Mar 14 - 15, 2023

Rating: 6/10

Overall Impression: The main female lead was whatever, wish she was just good at something. Whether it be fighting demons, fighting back via kindness and empathy, or actual power due to her status/wealth/connections. She's not the worst ever because she can still stand up for herself and she has personality but I mourn that they've written her like this. Van is just fucking boring and I don't care. My beloved Johan <3333 I liked his charming, cocky, beautiful character who was so intrigued by everything going on as if he really was 20 and curious about everything but also I liked his apprehension when it came down to it. The storyline with his brother was so T.T Also curious to see the evil brother half-demon Guntan and his sidekick niece Yeom-ji. They're both pretty cool compared to our 2 main characters. I wish the show flowed better in terms of the sequence of scenes and pacing and the main characters were more intriguing.

tags: island

Also Appears In: Island Part 1 Live Blogging

Island Part 2

Country: South Korea

Release Dates: Dec 30, 2022 - Jan 13, 2023

Watch Via: Amazon Prime :>

Watch Dates: Mar 16 - 17, 2023

Rating: 5.5/10

Overall Impression: Literally how was it worse than part 1? Especially when we focused more on Guntan and Yeom-ji than fuckass Miho and Van? Maybe because of less focus on Johan (I wanna know his backstoryyyyyy) and also just incomprehensible writing/plot direction. Yeomji and Johan my beloveds + Guntan being cool were the highlights. Hated the dumbass cliffhanger ending. such a forgettable show.

tags: island (Search s2)

Also Appears In: Island Part 2 Live Blogging

Happiness 

Country: South Korea

Release Dates: Nov 5, 2021 - Dec 11, 2021

Watch Via: Viki (free)

Watch Dates: Mar 18 - 23, 2023

Rating: 6.5/10

Overall Impression: Good but not great. I liked the first quarter and last quarter most because there was more action whereas the middle half was slower and was more people-based. There were different characters who had distinct personalities/circumstances and I like the fucked-in-the-head neighbours trope but most of the side characters were pretty one-dimensional. I wish we got to see some actual proper satisfying murder. The romance was barely there but it was still cute. I liked how comfortable they were with each other and I liked the platonic/non-romantic moments as well.

tags: happiness

Also Appears In: Happiness Live Blogging

Derry Girls S1

Country: UK

Release Dates: Jan 4, 2018 - Feb 8, 2018

Watch Via: :>

Watch Dates: Mar 24, 2023

Rating: 7/10

Overall Impression: This was pretty fun overall since I haven't watched much Irish television nor do I know many Irish people, so it was fun to get to peek into the culture and vibe of the 1990s Ireland through this. Also, the girls are all so different and also terrible in many ways; I do love it when characters are people I'd hate it real life and I don't think I'd be able to stand any of these people (maybe Clare, maybe James), so it's fun to see them go around wreaking havoc.

tags: derry girls

Also Appears In: Derry Girls Live Blogging

Derry Girls S2

Country: UK

Release Dates: Mar 5, 2019 - Arp 9, 2019

Watch Via: :>

Watch Dates: Mar 25, 2023

Rating: 6.5/10

Overall Impression: Still very fun, though there were some that weren't as good/funny in the middle. Liked the little emotional moment with James at the end. Love Orla being a girl who's a boy and James being a boy who's a girl (and this time he agrees to being a Derry Girl rather than them slagging him for being a girl/gay).

tags: derry girls

Also Appears In: Derry Girls Live Blogging

Derry Girls S3

Country: UK

Release Dates: Apr 12, 2023 - May 18, 2023

Watch Via: :>

Watch Dates: Mar 26, 2023

Rating: 6.5/10

Overall Impression: I don't know how to feel about the ending - it was touching but certainly a different tone than the other episodes, but it still had enough of the same vibes. It was good season but I'm not yearning for more.

tags: derry girls

Also Appears In: Derry Girls Live Blogging

The New Employee - DROPPED

Country: South Korea

Release Dates: Dec 21, 2022 - Feb 1, 2023

Watch Via: Viki (free)

Watch Dates: Mar 27 - 28, 2023

Rating: --/10

Overall Impression: It's sad that I've watched worse kBLs but since I had some expectations while going into this, it's more disappointing. I don’t really care for boss/employee romances in general and i think the fact that it’s positioned as wholesome/cute here so far isn’t working for me. if you’re gonna have the boss kiss the intern out of the blue while said intern is drunk, it needs to be framed in more of a rancid way for it to still be fun; dabble more with the weird power dynamics and lean into the bad vibes lol

tags: the new employee

Also Appears In: The New Employee Live Blogging

A Shoulder to Cry On

Country: South Korea

Release Dates: Mar 15, 2023 - Mar 29, 2023

Watch Via: Viki (free)

Watch Dates: Mar 28 - 29, 2023

Rating: 6.5/10

Overall Impression: I really liked the first 5 episodes when there was so much contempt but Taehyun couldn't stop himself from terrorizing or goading Da Yeol and Da Yeol couldn't stop noticing how beautiful Taehyun was, and then the friendship that bloomed in that but still with an edge. I didn't quite get the reason for separation in episode 6 and think the last episode was cutesy but out-of-character sort of. Still, overall a pretty good one; reminds me of a mix of Blueming and Utsukushii Kare. I was giddy so many times while watching this, especially the first half and was clutching my head and curling my toes despite it not being romantic, just full of tension.

tags: a shoulder to cry on

Also Appears In: A Shoulder To Cry On Live Blogging

So Long, See You Tomorrow

Country: South Korea

Release Dates: Nov 4, 2021

Watch Via: :> (it's only shown in film festivals or something)

Watch Dates: Mar 31, 2023

Rating: 6.5/10

Overall Impression: No matter what I think about the story/character/acting in these types of movies like this, along with His (2020), Life: Love On The Line, Your Name Engraved Herein, they make me feel a certain way. Even if I don't cry, some parts make have slightly glassy eyes and my chest constricts with the emotions. These feel human in a specific way and I can't take it always, but these drawn-out, slice-of-life movies where young men are separated and then reunite to be friends/lovers decades later is so good. Also I thought it was funny that I kept waiting for the parallel universes to come into it without realizing when we'd slipped into a different universe lol Also, this whole movie we got to see how Kang Hyun affected Dongjoon but Dongjoon affected Kang Hyun enough for him to write about parallel universes in his novel

Also Appears In: So Long, See You Tomorrow Live Blogging

#tracking #general bl #moonlight chicken #island #happiness #derry girls #a shoulder to cry on

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Something Wicked This Way Comes: A Legend of Zelda Fanfic

The fic is here! and it fought me tooth and nail. a good chunk of this was written months ago and I don't like how it's written now, so I'm gonna call this the first draft and rewrite it based on memory. This specific fic takes place in the Minish cap/ four swords time and includes an original villain character I created. Enjoy my insanity under the readmore!

Zelda once heard a story. 

She’d been young, and curious about the world. One night she’d asked her mother for a story, about those creepy tunnels between the walls. Her mother had sighed, sat on the edge of Zelda’s bed, and told her. 

It went like this:

Long ago, there was a beast that terrorized the lands of Hyrule. It was known as the Puppeteer, and it controlled an army of horrible and demonic creatures as its puppets. The creature only stopped its reign of terror when the Goddess-blooded princess figured out that it would only stop if it was sealed away from the light entirely. She chased it beneath the ancient castle, sealing it away in the deepest reaches of the catacombs, never to see its way out to the land again. 

It sleeps. It seethes in its sleep, knowing it will get out one day, when the magic keeping it captive runs weak. It seeks revenge, revenge against the one who sealed it there to rot. It will break the seal. It wants out. 

After all, you know what they say. 

“Something wicked this way comes.”  

-

Zelda watches yet another bird fly by the window. She can’t tell if Link keeps dropping by to entertain her or if the birds just like going that way around the castle towers. She’s so bored, only ever looking at her teacher in order to fool him into thinking she’s paying attention to the repetition of a lesson she learned and mastered when she was twelve. 

She was just about to turn back to the window when there was a knock at the door. A page walked in, nervous and unsure of what to do in the presence of a princess bored out of her skull. He passed a piece of paper to the teacher and scurried out of the room. 

The teacher opened the paper. 

“You’ve been summoned by the King. It seems urgent.” 

Zelda was more than happy to leave, easily sliding out of her chair and out the door. 

It was a nice summer’s day, a few weeks before Din’s Festival began and pleasant enough that the windows of the palace were open. She felt the summer breeze drift in through the open window, along with the sounds of daily life in Castle Town. 

She arrived at her father’s study, where the King himself was knee- deep in paperwork for the kingdom. She waited patiently for him to finish reading the latest piece of paper, enjoying the summer breeze coming in from a nearby window. 

Father sighed as he set the paper down, looking far older than he normally does. He turned to her.

“Zelda, as you know, Din’s Festival is coming up, upon the summer solstice. The festival has an address and a role for you to play in the festivities, but I believe that you aren’t quite ready to fill that role.” 

Zelda couldn’t believe it. After everything that has happened to her since she had been only eleven, and she wasn’t ready? Bull. Shit. 

“The role of the Goddess Hylia is normally played by the princess once she reaches a suitable age, but you aren’t at that age.”

For Hylia’s sake she’s seventeen. 

“Maybe next year you’ll be able to play the part of the Goddess. I’m sorry.”

With that, he dismissed her and turned back to his work. 

_

Zelda was irate. Not of suitable age, her ass. She’s seen more bullshit in her entire stay at the tower of the wind than he’s seen in over a decade. Hell, she saw more of the world while she was a stone statue than any king has seen in the last two hundred years. Why should she prove herself only to get pushed aside-

A squeak ricocheted down the long hall. 

She paused in her tirade, listening. 

Another, closer. 

She looked down, careful to watch where her feet were in case she stepped on it, mouse or otherwise. 

A squeak came from her left, and she looked down to see a small, mouselike shape on the ground. She crouched carefully, bowing her head to try and see it better. Small, colorful streaks in a feathery tail, a distinctive cap…

“Link?”

He squeaked an affirmative. She cupped her hands and carefully let him climb onto them. He hooked tiny claws into her sleeves and began to climb up her arm to her shoulder, careful not to fall as she stood up. He grabbed onto a lock of her hair to anchor himself. 

“You heard him, correct?” 

A squeak. 

“He has been more like this, even though I have been ready to do things like this since I was fifteen.”

Another squeak. This was getting old. 

“We should get to a place you can change back. I need words, not squeaks.”

A rapid series of squeaks followed, and Zelda felt Link stamping his foot on her shoulder. 

“I can let you walk, you know.”

The squeaks stopped, but she knew he was still a bit upset, and his eyes were that dark blue color he liked so much. 

She arrived at the main gates, and strode through accompanied by a bit of illusion magic that made it look like she was a servant instead of the princess. She loved that spell. 

She hurried through the market, softly giggling along to the muffled squeaks she heard. Finally, she arrived at the city gates, and beyond was the patch of trees that she liked to sneak out to. She slipped into the bushes, and came out into the clearing in the center, just far enough in the woods that they were out of earshot from the main road. Link hopped down from her shoulder and scurried to the hollow log that helped him transform. He stood before her in no time, though the curse of the minish made him stay permanently the height of a child. 

“Your dad’s an old coot.” He said instantly, and his eyes were bright red. 

She smothered giggles. That was another thing about Link, he blurted things without warning sometimes. Of course, she did know about his colors, and the fact that they showed in his hair didn’t help his case sometimes. He was an odd case, and had a reputation for going silent one moment and yelling the next. 

Of course, most people also inadvertently insulted him by commenting about his appearance, so she hardly put the blame on him. 

“I’m serious!  He’s never let you do anything unless it’s for your emergency duties or working with the sages! He’s gotta let you do something other than sit in that stuffy castle all day!”

Yeah. He didn’t really like her father’s parenting methods. Obviously he respected the King, it was practically required, but the ways Link ranted about how she needed more freedom made his point all the more evident. 

She hated staying in that castle too, and rarely got to slip away from the endless busy work she was assigned. There was a reason she liked the illusion spells she’d learned. 

“I know,” She sighed, “And he is probably not going to let me do anything even if I am old enough to do my duties. I just- I wish he would see that I am perfectly capable of taking over my rightful duties as princess.” 

Link knew as much, and he knew she hated being forced so high above the citizens of Hyrule she was supposed to rule when the king stepped down or died. She’d been the focus of two separate adventures, where she’d been turned to stone or kidnapped by the wind mage Vaati and the dark spirit Ganon. Zelda had been helpless to do anything but watch from her tower or her spot in the castle courtyard, turned to stone. She had wanted to be down there with him, warning and helping to fight off the evil beings sent to stop him from completing his quest. 

She had been taught to wield weapons in the back yard of the blacksmith’s shop, and was decent with a shortsword and bow. She could fight if she needed, and she rarely did. That didn’t stop the itching in her hands when she was upset or when she just needed somewhere to go and blow off some steam. The blacksmith’s yard was one of her favorite places to be when she snuck out, and she was getting better with the various stock weapons that were to be melted and re-forged if they weren’t sold in time for new ones to be made. 

Smith’s yard was littered with such weapons when the two got there, and she picked her way towards the back door where she knew there were training clothes waiting for her. She’d trained there enough to know where everything was, and considered Smith a grandfather to her. 

Zelda could hear him in the front, speaking with a customer about something. She made sure to be quiet as she went up the stairs and down the hall to the ‘guest’ room she’d claimed as hers long ago. Her training clothes were neatly folded on the bed, they’d done the laundry while she’d been gone. She got dressed quickly, donning the green tunic and trousers that matched Link’s old tunic. She picked her bow and quiver from the corner and did her hair up in a messy bun. The spell on the old pin made her face unrecognizable as the princess, and only a simple pretty smith’s daughter otherwise. At least, that was the cover story if anyone asked. Just a smith’s daughter, who lived with her mother in castle town sometimes. 

She stepped out of her room to see Link impatient by the stairs. She followed him down to the yard, where the targets and training dummies were already set up. She got to work, hitting target after target with arrows trained for the bull’s eye. She was sure in her movements, having trained since she was twelve and rebellious against her father enough to agree to it. 

When the targets were filled with arrows, she turned to training with the throwing knives she’d gotten for her sixteenth birthday from Link. She was less proficient with them, and she wanted the same level as the bow. She still hit the targets painted on the slats of wood, but they weren’t very well thrown or hit the bull’s eye. She trained until the sun was nearly set, and hurried to re-dress herself and get back to the castle before dark. She knew she’d be in trouble if she disappeared for too long without an explanation, and she didn’t want to be trailed by a castle guard again. 

Link was bad enough without the presence of another guard. 

She snuck back in as the sun set, and was back in the castle’s halls before she knew it. She was approached by a page, the same as the one who had come into her study earlier. He escorted her back to her chambers, where she bathed early for the night, and dressed in an evening gown for dinner. She sat at her mirror and brushed her hair, contemplating her hairstyle for the evening. 

A soft knock came from her door, and she called for them to come in. Her father entered, shutting the door behind him. He stood by her bed as she set her brush down. 

“Zelda,” He began, “ I am sorry for my dismissal earlier. I know I was short with you, and I was not thinking correctly while addressing you as my daughter.” 

She nearly said something, but forgot it when he spoke again. 

“I still believe that you are not of age to take over your duties as princess-” 

 Enough. 

She stood abruptly, and snapped, “I know!  I know you do not want me to become the princess of Hyrule yet!  Damn it all, I am ready to take over!  You have done this since I was fifteen and ready to take my duties as overseer to the sages!  I have been taught the same things over and over since I was eleven, and you have not truly thought of me in ten. YEARS. I wish I could have seen what made you hold me in place for so long I cannot write a word without it being reported to you by a guard!  I have had ENOUGH of your stupid rules that became obsolete years ago! Let me use all this useless knowledge for something other than a test that never means anything other than wasted paper and time!” 

Her father tried to speak as she stopped to take ragged breaths. 

“Zelda, I-”

“No! No, you will not protest, because you know I am right.” 

“Zelda-”

“Get out!”

“ZELDA!”

He roared with all his might as king. She didn’t shrink as he seemed to grow beyond his skin, blocking half the room. 

“Zelda Donna Bell Hyrule the Fifth, you will not disobey me. You are not ready to take on your duties yet, and I will see to it that you stop that sneaking out habit you have grown over the years. No more!” 

With that, he stormed out. 

She had enough. Zelda started packing her things as soon as he was out of her quarters, ensuring that she had supplies to last her a few days of travel if need be. She pulled her spare maid’s tunic-dress and trousers out from the loose floorboard beneath her bed and got re-dressed in it. The less magic used, the better. Good thing she brought the pin that made her the smith’s daughter instead of the princess. 

The halls were quiet as she left, using as much of her knowledge as she could to avoid the castle guards and the servants that wandered the halls. She left by the side gate of the castle, and exited Castle Town through the east gate, going around to the cove of trees she was earlier. She knew the way to the smith’s by heart, and easily slipped in the back door. She could hear dinner being made in the kitchen, and set her bag down by the door. 

All sound from the kitchen stopped as Link’s head popped around the corner. His eyes were forest-green. 

“Zelda?”

_

The uproar in castle town was heard for miles in every direction. The Princess, missing! How awful, she must’ve been kidnapped!  There’s nowhere she could have gone alone, right? 

Dot smiled when she heard of it, and faked sympathy to the princess, yes, she must be in such distress, I hope she gets home safe. 

She’d been staying at Smith's for a few weeks now, training the days away and helping in the shop. If asked, she’d say her mother had taken a job elsewhere and she had wanted to stay with him instead. It helped, to have no one owe her for her very presence in the room. It was nice in a way she hadn’t had since she could remember. 

Link was such a big help in getting her settled for a while. He knew better than to ask when she’d be going back, but he was alway asking why. Why she’d left in the first place, and why she’d left so close to Din’s Festival, when she’d be needed day- of? 

She declined to answer, knowing she’d spill soon enough. She always did. 

And spill she did, one summer evening the day before Din’s Festival was set to start. She sat on the thatched roof, Link sprawled out beside her. The stars were out, and a half-moon stared at them from behind wispy clouds. All was quiet save for the sounds of nighttime, cicadas and crickets and frogs making a cacophony of noise. Dot sighed, bringing her knees to her chest. 

“Dot?”

“Yeah?”

“Why?” Why did you leave? 

“We fought. Father and I. He still thinks I am the little kid I was before Mother died. He tried to apologise, and messed it up with formalities like always. I- I snapped at him, and told him what I had been thinking. He tried to forbid me from leaving the castle. I left before he realized I would leave and, and not come back.” 

There was that summer silence again, now heavy on their shoulders. 

No one spoke when they went in for the night. 

_

Din’s Festival was grand as usual, red and gold banners strung up along every available space and lanterns hung from windows and doors. Everyone was dressed in their festival clothes, and the streets were a sea of reds and golds of every shade. Stalls sold midsummer fruits and hawkers strode back and forth with the latest goods high in their voices. Music was playing somewhere, drums and the distant sound of a flute. 

Dot and Link weaved their way through the crowd, ducking under elbows and around baskets. Dot pulled Link to the side, grabbing two Hydromelon slices from a street vendor and paying with ten rupees she’d grabbed from her pouch. 

They made their way to the large stage in the town square, where there was a play in place of the ceremony taking place in Castle Town. It wouldn’t be done until noon on the fifth day of the Festival but it was where many of the best food and goods stalls were located, and where the most people were. The two found their way onto the roof of a nearby townhouse and ate their food while looking out at the crowd below. 

There were kids running on and off the stage, playing in the wings and daring each other to climb the curtains as the stagehands tried to stop them. The parents of some of the children were nearby, some watching and talking with others. 

Link finished his hydromelon and threw the rind behind the house, landing it on a windowsill in a stroke of luck. He laughed as she tried to do the same, but failed the throw and threw it onto the roof instead. She grabbed the rind and threw it at him instead, making him fall over exaggeratedly and act like he’d been stabbed in an overdramatic fashion. She nearly fell off the roof from laughter, but caught herself at the last second after grabbing onto the roof. They stayed up on the roof as noon approached, talking and watching people come and go. Eventually, one of the heralds walked up on the stage to announce the first day’s proceedings. He bellowed for attention from the crowds and began to speak. 

“Hear Ye, Hear Ye! His Majesty The King Has Decreed The Festival Of Din Officially Open For The Twenty- Fifth Year Of His Lady Hylia’s Blessing Upon His Reign! May He Live Long To Rule!”

A cheer rose up from the crowd beneath the stage, and preparations began for the night’s festivities. Link stood from his place on the roof and began to climb down, leaping from ledge to ledge and finally landing in a heap of clothes from a line he’d gotten tangled in on the way down. Dot laughed and climbed down after him, landing next to him with far more grace than he had. Link untangled himself from the various articles of clothing and stumbled out of the alley after her. 

They made their way down to the stalls again, going slower to watch the festivities happening in the different parts of the town. Mock battles went down in the east part of town, false dragons and monsters of different callings went up against heroes wearing rusted scrap metal and wielding wooden swords. Dancers from all different parts of Hyrule were in the west, accompanied by drums that permeated the whole of the festival proper. In the north, performers from traveling circuses did flips and tricks for dazzled onlookers as hawkers shouted performance times and dates. The south of the town held traveling merchants selling exotic goods from the farthest reaches of Hyrule and beyond. 

They stayed out till nearly midnight, taking part in the festivities until they sleepily stumbled into the side door leading to the living area and collapsed into a heap of sleepy teenager on the couch. They fell asleep like that, too tired to go upstairs and sleep in their beds. 

_

The Castle Town clock tower struck midnight. 

Up above, there was still revelry and drink for the citizens of Hyrule. Dancing feet shook the earth and loud drunken songs rang hard and loud into the warm summer night. 

Down below, it was silent and dark. 

Deep, deep in the catacombs, the seal began to crack. 

_

Dot woke up on the floor. 

She blearily blinked up at the ceiling. She had woken up from something. Something fearful, she could feel her heart racing even as she couldn’t remember what it was. Maybe a nightmare, though those had become rare lately. 

She sat up to see Link halfway off the couch, dragging a blanket down with him. Drool soaked into his hair and trickled down his face. There was a small puddle on the floor. Ew. 

There were small noises coming from the kitchen, likely Smith making breakfast and getting ready for the day. She laid back down, listening to the sounds of a post- festival town waking. The hawkers’ voices were muted in the distance, few and far between with the sounds of voices still quiet and not ready to leave home yet. There were distant sounds of cuccos coming from a neighbor’s house, and one crowed even though it was far too late in the morning. 

She finally got up when Link fully fell off the couch, landing with a thunk and a sleepy grunt. 

The day went by much as it did the day before. Sitting on the roof, this time a shop’s roof, and the banter of seeing who could spit hydromelon seeds the farthest off the roof or who could spot the funniest outfit down below. 

The herald got onto the stage again, only to announce the beginning of the sword-fighting tournaments and the sign-ups for the rest of the day’s events. She scrambled off the roof, Link following behind her. The tournaments were in the east side of the town, farther out in the open fields normally used for cattle and sheep. There were tents pitched to the sides of the field, where there were crowds of people scattered around the entrances to see who got what place and who went next. One of the tents was for sign- ups, where Dot made a beeline to. 

Inside the tent was a myriad of different booklets for sign ups, anything from jousting to log- throwing. She went straight to the archery book, where there was barely room for her to write her name. She shoved her way back to the outskirts of the crowd, ready to jump into a tree and watch from there. She found a certain multicolored boy sitting in the highest branches of the tree she chose, watching the preparations for the first rounds of fighters. 

_

She won her round, hitting the targets dead center every time. Her competitor, a tall man with a rather unwieldy bow, was extremely unsportsmanlike at being beaten by a teenage girl. 

She honestly didn’t enjoy that round. It was too easy. 

The next rounds were harder, but she still easily beat her competitors. All of them were more sportsmanlike than the man before, and she began to enjoy herself more. 

The targets moved this time, two people pulling ropes to move them as she aimed. She took a breath, aim for where it’ll be, and- 

SOMETHING IS WRONG.

She hit the target.

Her competitor did not. 

She walked in a daze to the sidelines. Her mind whirled, what was that resonating in between where did the arrows go and why didn’t I bring a waterskin. 

She hadn’t realized that Link was beside her until he put a hand on her shoulder. He said something, and she couldn’t hear it over her own thoughts and the noise made by the crowd around her. She was dizzy, the world lazily spinning around her but staying still at the same time. 

Dehydration. Great. 

She took the waterskin offered, gulping it down until she was satisfied. She handed it back to Link, who put it back in that weird pouch of his, and stood up to get some shade and rest before her next round. 

She laid down beneath a tree and dozed off. 

_

Something was laughing. It was a dark, knowing laugh, like the ones villains did in storybooks. She couldn’t see anyone, just darkness all around. She was in a stone structure somewhere, leaning against a wall. 

Someone was speaking. 

“Little princess, how foolish you are. You, who sealed me away, shall pay with the destruction of your precious Hyrule, and your little hero will be gone forever should he fail at his task. The dark shall rise again, and banish all who dare to rise against it!”

Someone screamed. 

_ 

Dot awoke with a shout, sitting bolt upright. 

She was still under the tree, with her straw hat on the ground beside her. The crowd was still there, and the competition was on. 

Still, it was strangely muted compared to earlier. 

Maybe it was that strange nightmare. It lingered at the edges of her mind, poking her with its inherent urgency. There was a warning in it somewhere. Something about destruction, and gone forever. She couldn’t really remember anything else. 

“Dot! DOT!”

She jumped nearly out of her skin at the shout from next to her ear. Link stood next to her, grumpy gray-violet-blue staring at her. 

“You’re on soon! C’mon, get up!” 

But first, the competition. She couldn’t let just anyone win, now could she?

_ 

Day three came and went with only the competition winners being announced at noon. Dot won first in the Archery competition, and got 200 rupees and a little intricately carved statue of a bow as a trophy. 

The statue sat on the windowsill in her room, framed by the curtains and the more crudely carved statue of a bird Link had given her when they were younger. 

_

Day four served as a small rest day for the two of them, sleeping in and helping clean the shop while Smith re-forged the old swords. 

Dot sharpened her weapons and some of the other, newly- forged weapons that needed to be put on display. 

There was a sense of foreboding in the air that night. It messed with her dreams, making them nonsensical and just odd. She tossed and turned, only getting tangled in her blankets. 

_

Crack. Crack. 

Crunch. 

_

The play started soon, and there were more people in the square than Dot had ever seen before. People were crowded in windows, doorsteps, and on roofs. 

She and Link had barely managed to get onto a roof before the crowds had begun to climb, and watched from above as the curtains moved with the breeze of people running to and fro backstage. The crowd’s chatter began to dim as the herald stepped onstage. 

“Hear Ye, Hear Ye! The Fifth Day Of The Festival Of Din Has Begun! His Majesty The King Has Given His Address For This Day, The Midsummer’s Zenith Of His Majesty's Lady Hylia’s Blessing Of A Pleasant Growing Season! Long May He Rule!”

The crowd repeated his last words as the herald stepped off the stage to make way for the play. 

The performance was the same as one would expect from a small- town theatre group, but she felt that something was… off. 

One of the actors moved oddly, like something was pulling him along instead of him doing his own actions. As she watched, the other actors began to move the same way, words clumsily tumbling out of their mouths and feet not quite hitting the ground right. 

Something is wrong.

She saw Link out of the corner of her eye, looking just as confused and unsettled as she did. She caught his eye. 

“You see it too?” She hissed. 

“Yeah. What the hell is happening?” 

“Something bad. I think.”

Just as the words left her mouth, the first actor went down. The crowd gasped, more actors collapsing to the ground, looking like puppets with their strings cut. 

SOMETHING IS WRONG. 

Dot leapt to the ground below, barely registering Link doing the same as the last actor collapsed. It was chaos, people yelling and crowding forward to get a better look. Dot barely made it to the wings, dodging around the people there as she swiftly climbed the stage. There were more people on the stage, kneeling beside the actors and calling for doctors and medics. 

SOMETHING IS WRONG.

Dot felt so dizzy suddenly, and she found herself on the ground before she could blink. 

What…

Then there were shouts. Closer, like whoever it was was near. A familiar blonde head appeared in her vision. 

“Dot! Get up, you can’t be on the ground, you’ll be trampled!” 

Trampled?

Link yanked her up, and she got to see the source of the shouting. One of the actors was up, but she was moving strangely like before, and lunging at the person nearest to her. Time seemed to move slower as another and another actor got up and began attacking. 

FOUND YOU. 

Time sped up again, and Dot leapt to the side as an actor lunged at her. The knife she kept in her boot glinted in her hand as another actor leapt at her. Link ducked and dodged in the corner of her vision, leading the actors on his tail to the back of the stage, away from the crowd below. She began to do the same, and led the two on her tail to the back, where Link awaited with a rope. 

Two down, twelve to go. 

Screams erupted from the front. Dot tore open the curtains to see more chaos, people chased by more possessed puppet- people than when she left. 

Someone grabbed her arm, dragging her off the stage and into the crowd below. She couldn’t find anyone she recognised, every face blurred and indistinct in the panic. She fought her way through the crowd, trying to find a way out. She only succeeded in making herself more lost in the crowd, pulled and pushed around by numerous panicked bodies that slowly scattered into different areas of the town. Dot managed to get free for a moment, looking around her for some semblance of an idea on where she was. 

An alleyway stretched in front of her, stone walls on either side. She turned, expecting to see the square behind her, but there was nothing. Only a wall to her back. Silence reigned over the scene, eerie and jarring compared to the pandemonium just before. 

What? 

Something clattered farther ahead, echoing down the alley. She tensed, looking for danger. Only silence met her ears.

“Now what on earth is happening…” 

She continued down the long alley, keeping to the wall as more clatters came from just ahead, the source never in sight. 

Something is leading me, but to where?

As she continued, the alley became darker, covered at some point. Dot conjured a minor light spell, revealing more empty alleyway. It seemed to stretch on forever, echoing with her footsteps and the strange noises leading her… somewhere. 

At last, she came to a fork in the path. The clatters echoed around her, but she couldn’t figure out where it was coming from. 

“Choose…”

She jolted, looking around for the source of the voice. 

“Hello? Who said that?”

Silence once again. 

She hesitated, looking around the room one last time before choosing the left fork. The path sloped down, leading her deeper into whatever labyrinth she had stumbled into. The air was cold, and she shivered as she walked further. Another turn in the path, and more hallway. 

How long have I been here? 

Long enough. 

Her question was answered with a hissing whisper loud enough to carry down the winding hall. She wanted to freeze, wanted to turn back, but her body moved without her permission. She took sumbling steps towards whatever awaited her down there, fighting against whatever had decided to possess her like it had those people above. It felt like forever when she got to the end of the corridor. 

A door faced her, made of cracked stone and carved with words she couldn’t understand. Something moved behind the cracks, sliding past the light. Scales glittered in the light from her spell, green- black and distinctly not good. Something about it told her draconic, though she’d never seen anything of the sort up close. 

Princess, It purred, How lovely of you to visit me at such a time. Oh, but I have waited so long for this, to see you at my mercy instead of whatever dream drifts my way. 

It laughed, a cold hissing sound that grated at her ears. 

Well, I suppose it has been far too long since my last meal. What better dish to have than the same princess that sealed me here to wither away, hm? Now, about this blasted door. 

It moved, slamming into the door holding it. Dot flinched away from the rubble, ducking her head. It continued to struggle against the door, sending more rocks flying across the corridor. 

Wait- She could move again!  

She bolted away from the door as the thing gave a screech and the hall blazed with light. She kept running, not stopping until she got to the fork again. She collapsed to the ground, gasping for air. The rumbling was distant, but she still needed to get out of the labyrinth. There was no getting out the way she came in, so she went down the right fork. The ground here stayed level, reaching out straight on from her feet. The rumbling got softer the longer she walked, but she had a creeping feeling that wasn’t a good thing. 

She kept moving, not knowing where she was going except for away. Her feet ached, and the scrapes she had stung. She wanted rest, and to figure out where she was. She finally sank down against a wall, tired and worn from all that had happened within the span of… an hour? Two? Time seemed to disappear down here, sliding by her fingers as soon as she tried to grasp it. 

She got up after a bit, continuing down the passage. It had become winding, turning back on itself and looping unpredictably. Forks faced her at random, forcing her to pick whether she wanted to go up, down, or sideways. She wandered and walked, tired and thirsty. There was seemingly no end to the tunnels, and no way out that she could find. Was she doomed to wander down here for eternity? Was this a punishment? For what? 

She looked back down the long passage to see… light? Blue light emanated from somewhere down the curve of the wall, lighting her way without the need of the slowly fading light spell. She crept forward, wary of whatever was down there. She peeked around to see a swirling portal, blue and bright against the damp stone around it. It made a low, quiet hum just barely audible in the quiet dead end. She crept closer, feeling wind pull gently at her hair and clothes. 

Strange… 

Before she could investigate further, something moved in the tunnel behind her. She jerked, stumbling just in front of the portal as it reflected something looking back at her from behind. It was huge, some demented draconic form made from human and cloth, surrounded with drooping scales that reflected the blue light shining from the portal, now the sole light source. A human face stared out from the end, covered over with translucent scales and staring with sightless, lidless eyes. A gaping mouth showed hundreds of rotted teeth, blunt and broken from disuse and neglect. A hollow scraping sound emanated from the dark corridor beyond, and it wasn’t hard to imagine more of its body beyond, slithering to join its head. 

She was frozen in fear, watching it come closer and closer. It opened its mouth wider and wider, showing more rows of teeth behind the first few, all the way down its throat. It reeked of rot and mildew, choking her with the stench. She hadn’t known she was leaning forward, away from the monster coming closer, until her nose almost touched the swirling surface of the portal. She backed up, stumbling over a stone and coming face to face with the creature itself. It was worse up close, every detail staring her in the face. She shrieked, rolling away from it as it struck at the place she had been moments before. It shook its head as it reared up for another strike, hissing angrily. 

She stumbled toward the only exit she could find- the portal. The beast’s reflection was large and close behind hers, only interrupted by the swirls that made up its surface. She dove through the portal just as the thing struck, tumbling into the darkness that consumed her. 

She felt the familiar touch of grass and brush as she drifted away to the strong reaches of sleep. Then nothing more. 

#woe writing be upon ye #loz #The legend of zelda #tloz #horror #tw body horror #death implication #< for filtering purposes #being trapped alone in a labrynth #i guess #four swords #sorta linked universe? #idk #still working out what this au is #first draft #eating mention #the king is a bit of an ass in this #im gonna fix that in the next draft #tw abuse #< for filtering #magic #sneaking out #fantasy festivals #worldbuilding! #teenage frustation #Link #Zelda #minish cap #loss of control of your body #how do you tag something like that

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There was someone sitting in a relaxed manner on the couch opposite Tasha as well. This person had a document in his hand as well.

“Hiya.” “Ho.”

Cale let out a gasp. Crown prince Alberu. Alberu was in his quarter Dark Elf appearance as he waved toward Cale.

Cale started to think.

‘Why is he here?’

This was supposed to be Imperial Prince Adin’s palace, so why would Alberu, the crown prince of a foreign nation be inside here? And why was he in his quarter Dark Elf form?

“…Why?”

‘I did tell Choi Han to contact him if he had any questions. But why?’

“Isn’t it obvious?”

Crown prince Alberu brushed back his dark brown hair. His face was full of fatigue, however, he observed Cale’s pale complexion after being unconscious for two weeks as he jokingly responded back.

“My younger bro was calling for his hyung. So how could I not come?”

‘That stupid hyung nonsense.’

Alberu chuckled and continued to speak as Cale started to frown.

“You said you were going to act stealthily, but you just openly used your shield in the Empire.” “Ah.”

Cale recalled the large silver shield he had activated in the battle against the White Star. No matter how covered he was inside the robe, the citizens of the Empire, especially the residents of the capital, were used to Cale’s silver shield even though they did not know about Choi Han or Mary. He had received a medal of honor after supporting the falling palace with the silver shield in the past.

“Thanks to that, I cannot appear in the Empire as crown prince Alberu Crossman right now.”

Cale continued Alberu’s explanation for him.

“Doing so might make other nations think that the Roan Kingdom was trying to gobble up the Mogoru Empire.” “The citizens of the Mogoru Empire might think that this was all a devious plan by the Roan Kingdom as well.”

Alberu took it back and finished the full explanation. Cale sat up and leaned on one of the pillars by the bed as he continued to speak.

“I guess we have to say that I acted on my own in order to help Saint Jack-nim.” “Well, that’s pretty much how we are handling it.”

Cale bluntly asked a question after seeing how relaxed Alberu was despite the load of documents in front of him.

“But still, was there a need for you to personally come here, your highness?”

Cale could see the corners of crown prince Alberu’s lips curling up at that moment. He couldn’t help but feel iffy about that smile as the crown prince responded back.

“The Emperor and the rest of the royal family are all imprisoned in the Empire’s underground prison. The grand nobles are all there as well.” “…Excuse me?” “Sir Rex supposedly took some knights and his friends and thoroughly raided the palace.”

‘Who did what? Sir Rex?’

“Sir Rex was crying as he shouted that he needed to save the Empire and charged toward the palace. The Empire’s people were supposedly touched by his actions.”

‘What did he just say?’

The events of these past two weeks were nonchalantly thrown toward Cale.

“Imperial Prince Adin will probably be executed. Of course, we planned on making a final determination once you woke up.” “…What the-” “Oh, the Alchemists’ Bell Tower’ underground was revealed as well, and funerals for the dead have been going on since two days ago.”

A storm had swept through the Mogoru Empire in the past two weeks.

“In addition, the black mages are all imprisoned with the Dark Elves watching over them, and I’m sure that they will all be punished based on the severity of their offenses.”

Flip, flip.

Alberu leisurely flipped the pages of the document in his hand as he continued to speak.

“Ah, as for people seeing Raon Miru-nim, we just said that it was someone wearing a black robe. We just said people didn’t see clearly because of the shock.”

Tower Master Bernard’s black storm.

The tiny Raon Miru appeared after that as the silver shields, white gold light, and all sorts of other things clashed with each other in the air. They had given a fake explanation when the people who saw all of it from afar were curious about the black being.

“Will they believe us?” “Who knows? That won’t change our official explanation of the matter. It’s not like there are any recordings of the incident.”

This type of method tended to work in situations like this. it was because it was an extremely hectic situation.

“Ah, there are many people within the capital who are demanding to destroy all of the Alchemists’ Bell Towers within the Empire.”

Alberu took a sip of his tea. The Dark Elf Alberu stood out quite a bit in this bedroom that was adorned in gold.

“The Mogoru Empire’s Church of the Sun God is also planning on reopening its temple that has been closed since the terror incident last year.”

Cale just quietly listened.

Two weeks.

He could feel that a lot has happened in the Empire during the past two weeks.

“Oh, you probably want to know that sword master Hannah said no thanks to being the Holy Maiden. But it looks like Saint Jack will become both the Saint and the Pope.”

‘…Hannah rejected what? …Saint Jack might become what? Pope?’

“Ah, the Caro Kingdom’s crown prince Valentino and his group had been imprisoned in the underground prison. Sir Rex rescued them from there and the Caro Kingdom agreed not to touch the Empire for a while in order to thank him.”

‘I was wondering why crown prince Valentino had been so quiet. He had been imprisoned.’

Cale quietly nodded his head.

“In addition, the Whipper Kingdom said that they will be humane and released the Empire’s soldiers. They returned to the capital yesterday.” “Wow.”

Cale was shocked. These were the soldiers that the Imperial Prince had left behind. The Whipper Kingdom had let them go and the soldiers had returned to the capital. Cale was certain that crown prince Alberu was the one to come up with this plan.

“The soldiers are currently defending the capital and guarding Sir Rex and the Sun God twins while making sure that none of the nobles do anything shady.”

It was obvious who the soldiers that were left behind by the Imperial Prince would support and how badly they would want to get rid of the black mages within the Empire.

“For your information, the Royal Palace is empty right now, but Sir Rex is at the Central Palace that is responsible for all of the administration. The majority of the urgent businesses has been taken care of and the Empire is currently quickly stabilizing itself.”

Alberu then asked Cale a question.

“What do you think?”

Cale started to speak.

“Ohhhhhh.”

Clap, clap, clap-

He clapped his hands as well.

“It looks like a lot of things have happened in the past two weeks.” “ Haaaa.”

Alberu let out a sigh.

“A lot? You’re just calling it, ‘a lot of things?’ ”

Cale flinched. He did not like the look in Alberu’s eyes.

Cale recognized that gaze. It was the same gaze he had in the past as Kim Rok Soo when he wanted to flip everything over while doing work that the company had assigned for him to do.

Cale quickly responded back.

“…Your highness.”

Sir Rex and the Sun God Twins would not have been able to do all of this.

It was highly likely that Tasha, who has worked in a palace for a long time, along with Rosalyn and crown prince Alberu, who was explaining everything so casually, suffered in silence while working hard in order to make sure they were not noticed by people from foreign kingdoms.

It was most likely that crown prince Alberu, who had the most experience with all of this, had a hand in almost everything that happened.

‘I’m sure that it wasn’t free knowing Alberu’s personality.’

Crown prince Alberu probably only helped this much because he was gaining something from the Empire or Sir Rex.

Cale activated his glib tongue for the first time in a long time.

“As expected, your beauty that is like the beautiful night sky brings joy to everyone not just in the Roan Kingdom, but in the entire Western continent, your highness. A lowly noble like myself can only cry in admiration-” “What?”

Cale quickly added on after seeing the sharp gaze still lingering in Alberu’s eyes.

“Thank you very much, your highness.” “Good.”

Alberu finally put on a satisfied smile and casually commented back.

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horse-boy

jean kirstein x fem! reader summary: a solution found, in each other contains: fluff, some angst (at least more than initially planned loll, but i couldn't help myself) word count: 5.1k a/n: I APOLOGIZE FOR POSTING THIS SO LATE OMGG,,, i was out of town this past weekend and i got busy yesterday loll so it just kept getting delayed :(( ITS OKAY CAUSE HERE IT FINALLY IS!

tags: @spacemochi-x @siriuslychim @sensually-lazy @random-rina @mayxn15

“Who are you?” you peered at the boy in front of you carefully. “I’ve never seen you here before.”

You were finally able to get out of the royal duties you were forced to take part in, despite being only thirteen years old, and came down to the stables hoping to finally gallop away from all the issues of the kingdom that were dumped on you unwarranted.

“I’m taking over the stables,” the boy huffed proudly, a boasting smile on his face.

He was tall, with clean cut brown hair and a long face. You knew he was most likely the son of someone who worked in the stables, he looked far too young to be fully in charge of them.

“So that makes you a horse-boy!” you giggled. The joke wasn’t very clever, but your thirteen-year old self certainly thought it was. His long face sort of reminded you of a horse.

“I am not a horse-boy!” he scoffed as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“You look like a horse.”

You watched as his face twisted into shock before he shouted back, “Do not.”

“Do too.”

“Do not!”

“Do too!”

“Oh yeah? Well if my name’s ‘horse-boy’ now, the- then yours is- umm.. well then yours is idiot girl!”

He watched as the smile slipped off your face and fear was suddenly filling his entire being. You were a noble kid. He could tell by the very outfit you were wearing to go riding - with its pristine, clean cut lines and the spotless linen. His parents could be punished if you were snooty enough, running away and crying to whoever your parents were that the ‘mean boy in the stables’ called you an idiot.

Why the hell did he just say that to you?

But here you were, laughing at it instead. His eyes widened dramatically as you doubled over, with your chest burning and aching as you coughed out a few more chuckles. Now he was curious.

None of the nobles he’d encountered that day, adult or child, said much more to him than ‘ready my horse’, or ‘help me get on’ or something along those lines. They didn’t seem to care that he’d never really been there before, and passed him off as a random little boy who was working. But even those were the polite people. Others said nothing, sneering down at him in disgust while they did what they had to or was just passed by.

He hadn’t even spoken a word to them!

“I haven’t laughed like that in a long time,” you sighed as you began standing up straight again. “Thanks for that.”

You patted him on the shoulder, and began moving further into the stables to grab your horse. You didn’t really need his help to put her bridle or saddle on after doing it for so many years.

The boy looked at you curiously as you passed, watching from the entrance as you began setting your horse up wordlessly. You actually knew what you were doing, unlike some of the other noble children who’d pushed his help away and insisted that they knew what they were supposed to do though it was very obvious that they would end up hurting themselves in the end.

“So, uh what’s your name?” the boy asked suddenly.

“I should be asking you that,” you replied. “You’re the one that’s new here.”

“It’s Jean,” he sighed as he rolled his eyes. It was bad manners to do that, and he knew it. But you weren’t even looking in his direction as you spoke, more busy swinging the saddle up over the back of your horse before you buckled it under her belly.

“I like horse-boy better,” you hummed.

“Well, are you going to tell me yours?” he asked impatiently.

“I dunno. I kinda like ‘idiot girl’ better than my real name,” you giggled. You’d finished in an almost record time, and Jean watched as you led your horse out of her stall with the lead rope, silently as you made sure to lead her slowly and carefully so she wouldn’t be spooked by any sudden movements.

“Well Jean, I’ll be back in a bit. You don’t need to muck her stall either, I’ll do it when I come back - it gives me a chance to stay out longer than necessary,” you called out behind you where Jean was leaning against one of the poles.

And he watched as you saddled yourself expertly and rode off into the path in the forest, galloping at full speed. He was more curious to know who you were more than ever - it didn’t seem like you were that high up as a noble. But your riding attire and horse said otherwise. Clearly you were more important than you’d like to be.

“Excuse me, but could you tack my horse up to ride?”

Jean looked around startled at the sudden voice, turning to see a boy around your age walking in with a serious look on his face.

“Y-yes, of course,” he responded, mentally berating himself for not paying enough attention to his surroundings.

“He’s the mustang on the back left,” the boy said coolly as he leaned against the entrance and picked at his nails.

Jean went back quickly and grabbed the saddle and bridle that were hanging near the horse’s stall, quickly and quietly throwing it over the brown horse that stared back at him unamused - it didn’t seem to like its rider very much.

“I see the princess already left, figures,” the boy at the entrance scoffed, and Jean followed his line of sight to the only stall that was empty.

The one your horse was in.

Jean turned quickly back to the horse in front of him, the one now huffing and kicking at the pieces of straw that lingered outside of the stalls in impatience. He quickly led him over to the boy at the entrance, watching as the boy took the lead rope boredly and walked outside without saying anything else.

...So, you were the princess.

Somehow, he’d never envisioned you the way you presented yourself, normal and like any other person on the planet. He’d thought you’d be some awe-striking, glorious looking girl - one with manners and extreme sophistication. But you laughed at him calling you an idiot. It was a nice thought, that you were nice just to be a good person. But he supposed it was out of pity rather than the goodness that filled your heart.

Horse-boy, huh?

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

“I’m so fucking exhausted,” you sighed as you slumped yourself against the tree.

Jean turned to look at you, away from the sight in front of him with a chuckle. “Well, you’re here now, right?”

That statement was true.

Hanging out in the pasture with all your friends was always something to be enjoyed. Especially in evenings like this, where the little hill the lone tree you were currently slumped upon sat, gave the perfect view of the setting sun over the horizon; mixed with the laughs and yells of your friends as they all played and joked at the end of the day.

Jean had matured greatly from the first time you’d met those couple years ago. The both of you now sitting at eighteen was shown by the differences you would randomly notice.

Like that time two weeks ago, when you realized just how much taller he was, than you to be exact. Or when he noticed only a couple months ago that you'd stopped cutting your hair short, even though you’d been growing it out since you were sixteen. (But maybe that had to do with the fact that your hair grew very slowly.)

“I want out of this stupidity,” you droned. “They’re making me do so-fucking-much. It’s like they’re expecting me to take over the country as soon as I turn nineteen! I don’t have the energy for that! I’ve barely even done anything with myself yet.”

Jean couldn’t really relate to your problems. Most of his had to do with how his back was hurting and how it was going to restrict him from working in the stables, or how a mare was going to be due soon. But listening to you ramble about how stressed you were, or about the work you always had to do with diplomats and such, was nice in a way. It was weird of him to say, or even think about, because it wasn’t good for you in any way and he saw that - but for some reason he adored the fact that you always came to him with your problems.

You could’ve easily gone to Mikasa or Sasha - or even Eren if he really thought about it. But, you always came to him to vent.

Something about that felt familiar from the first time the two of you met, and it was something he didn’t want to let go of.

“You shouldn’t curse so much,” Jean pointed out quickly. “If you curse a lot here, then you’ll run your mouth at a meeting. And, I don’t think we want a repeat of that meeting with Déspoir.”

You looked at the stupid smug smile he was wearing and rolled your eyes. “Shut up horse-boy.”

That nickname.

It never wore off, no matter how hard he’d tried to stop you when you were younger. It stuck like a bee in its own honey. He should’ve hated it, especially with the degrading tone that it was supposed to be used in.

But it wasn’t.

When it came from you it never felt like that. It was just a simple nickname.

“Hey horse-face!” Eren called out. “Stop being fuckin’ bum and come beat me! I’ve already beaten Connie, like twice!”

“You cheated!” you heard Connie shout back.

Jean rolled his eyes as he turned to you with an exasperated look, raising his eyebrows as he slumped himself further against the trunk of the tree in exhaustion.

“Go beat him,” you chuckled as you patted him on the back. “Show Mikasa, yeah?”

You didn’t notice the way Jean’s expression dimmed from its playful, cheerful light to a more dejected one at the mention of Mikasa’s name. You only assumed it was nerves or anxiety of some sort, as you clapped his back one again to urge him to get up.

“Go. She’s waiting.”

Why had he ever told you about that stupid crush he had on Mikasa all those years ago? And why did he continue to make you believe that he still had one on her? He knew he didn’t. They were just friends, and it became incredibly obvious when he got older that he didn’t really see her in that way - staying as something that was only from his childhood.

But he never corrected you. And now, with you trying to be a good friend and push him into confessing the “feelings” he had for her - he wasn’t even sure what he felt about it. He wasn’t really able to figure out what he was feeling anymore.

But the smile remained on, and Jean gave you a final look before jogging down the small hill to where the rest were sprawled out and running around.

You would’ve also joined them on the regular occasion, but it seemed like you were far too burnt out today - as you’d been for the past two weeks or so.

It was almost alarming, and Jean believed that your fear of being placed on the throne as soon as you turned nineteen was looming over their friend group’s heads like a shadow creeping its way across the forest.

And the fact that you were even still able to associate with peasants like them at this point was almost alarming.

None of you were sure why it was even allowed, due to the unspoken rule that it was highly inappropriate. Surely you should’ve been more outcasted by the rest of the nobles in the castle grounds but for some reason they never seemed to care. But, the possibility that all this would end as soon as you were placed on the throne was enormous.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

“Thank you Mikasa,” you smiled at her from the mirror. “I could’ve done this myself, though.”

“Nonsense,” she smiled back. “It’s my duty as your handmaiden after all. It’s not a big deal.”

She carefully threaded the ties of the corset through the back, her fingers moving quickly and nimbly as the thread was passed in and out of the fabric. You watched her serious face from the mirror, remaining in its normal stoic place as she worked.

She was beautiful in ways you could never be, and stronger in others. It was no wonder Jean liked her, actually.

“I have a question for you,” you asked her slyly.

“Of course, what is it?”

“What do you think of Jean?”

You saw the way she paused for a moment, the pulling on the corset ceasing as she only looked downwards in the mirror. Her face still showed no emotion, just quiet and unmoving as it had been before.

“He’s a good friend of mine, I’ve known him since we were kids. Why do you ask?” she finally answered.

“Well, I dunno,” you tried to shrug half-hazardly. “I just wanted to know.”

“Well,” she chuckled slightly. “I do know who he has a crush on.”

She knows he has a crush on her? Damn how the heck did that happen?

Did he tell her or did she end up figuring it out on her own?

I swear to god if Eren told her I’m going to wring-

“I’m surprised you don’t seem to know,” she giggled at the expression on your face as she finished tying the knot in the back. “I thought it was quite obvious.”

“What- No, I know who he has a crush on too.”

“Oh,” she echoed back.

You got up from the stool and made your way over to the screen where your gown was hanging over. You began to tie the petticoat around your waist before lifting the dress over yourself and laying it over while the silence remained between the two of you.

“Well, what did you think about it?” Mikasa finally asked.

“I don’t think it matters what I thought about it, I think your opinion matters a lot more in this situation.”

“What do you mean? Of course your opinion matters,” she responded to you deliriously. “You’re the one he likes. Why would my opinion matter in that situation?”

“What?” you paused. “What are you talking about?”

Mikasa turned to you quickly with a questioning look. “I thought you said you knew who he liked.”

“Yeah, you!”

“What? No, he doesn’t.” she reflected quickly.

“Yes, he does,” you emphasized. “He told me so himself.”

“I don’t believe you,” she looked at you skeptically. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you and the way he acts around you. There’s no way he doesn’t like you.”

“But he’s liked you ever since we were fourteen!” you called back. “He told me so and he still does.”

“Oh that?” Mikasa rolled her eyes. “I knew about that. Jean isn’t exactly subtle, but he got over that so long ago. You’re the one he likes now.”

“How is that possible?” you questioned. “We’re friends. We’re only friends. He would’ve told me if he felt that way.”

“To be honest,” Mikasa stood in thought. “I’m not sure he’s realized it himself. When it was obvious he liked me it was because of how outspoken he was about it - to himself, at least.”

“So to sum this all up - you’re saying Jean doesn’t have a crush on you, even though he’s told me that since we were fourteen; and that he actually has a crush on me, but he hasn’t even realized it?”

Mikasa only nodded back with a serious look, and you just stared at her like she was crazy. Well, the whole situation was crazy - how could it not be?

But at that moment, there was a knock at the door and the both of you looked away to see who walked in.

“Hey guys,” Sasha stated lightly as she practically stumbled in. “Dinner will be served in a few so your father sent me to come get you Y/N. Are you dressed?”

“Huh? Oh- uh yeah. I’m coming.”

Mikasa gave you a knowing look while you continued to stare at her confused. She quickly readjusted your dress over the petticoat to make sure it was laying properly before sending you out the door with Sasha.

“We’ll talk about it later,” was all she said.

The creak of the wooden door closing behind you echoed into the hallway and Sasha just gave you a smile before gesturing for you to go down first.

From your room in the tower, you could hear the pattering of the rain against the roof of the castle, accompanied by the occasional cracks of thunder and bursts of lightning that could be seen from the couple of windows in your descent. As much as you liked the rain, the atmosphere put a damper on the happy mood you’d been in since the evening.

Everyone had brought food and all of you’d had a picnic earlier under the tree in the pasture, with tea and desserts. It’d been as sunny and nice as it always was, with nothing indicating that rain would be forthcoming. But, such is life.

But now with Mikasa’s ideas swirling in the atmosphere, you were more confused and upset. Surely you should’ve noticed that Jean liked you.

But then again, if he didn’t even know how were you supposed to know.

The lights of the dining hall came in sight, and you waved bye to Sasha before taking a breath and walking in. A smile must always be worn in the presence of other nobility.

You walked in slowly, taking in the few other nobles seated around the table as well as your father who sat at the end.

“I apologize for being late,” you stated quietly. “I lost track of the time.”

Your father didn’t say much, only gesturing for you to take your seat beside him.

You bowed slightly before slowly making your way over, keeping track of the other nobles’ eyes on you. You knew that they were thinking your late entrance was incredibly rude, but what the hell were they supposed to say about it at this point?

A servant quickly pulled out the chair when you reached your seat, and you thanked him before placing yourself down as gently as possible so you wouldn't be mentally berated by the other nobles any further than you could already tell you were.

The food was brought out almost instantly, and for the first few minutes only chewing and the sound of silverware clinking against plates could be heard as everyone tucked in. You preferred that, honestly, over the sound of politics being debated and someone scolding you for not having correct manners.

As if you gave a fuck about any of those things.

“Y/N,” your father called out after taking a small sip of his wine.

“Yes?”

“Tomorrow, the family of Narva will be attending our meeting. We’re thinking of creating an alliance between our kingdoms, so I’d like for you to be present.”

“Okay,” you responded thoughtfully. “I’ll be there. But, what kind of alliance?”

“Well, I’ve been discussing it with a couple of my advisors and I believe that it would be best that you marry their son.”

“What?”

At that moment, all your thoughts of trying to maintain your “nobleness” were lost and you no longer cared about the stupid opinions of all those sitting around you with nothing better to do.

“How could you do that to me?” you shouted as you stood up from the table. “How the fuck am I supposed to hear that without any warning?”

“Language,” your father’s eyes flashed.

His stern tone silenced everyone on the table, and all the other nobles stopped sneering amongst themselves to give him their attention.

“I knew you would respond to this news this way, that’s why I never told you anything,” he huffed. “It’s time that you grow up, Y/N. You need to stop with this childish behavior and rise up to become the ruler of the kingdom.”

you argued back. “But it’s not like I’m taking over the throne as soon as I turn nineteen like you’ve been acting,” you argued back. And I’m definitely not getting married to some prince just because you’re telling me too!”

“Actually, you are taking over when you turn nineteen,” your father bit back. “That’s why the family is coming tomorrow.”

“What? You never told me that!” you huffed, panicked. “I-I’m not ready for that yet! And- and my birthday is less than a month away!”

“And that’s exactly why you’ll be heading back with the Narva family when you leave in a week,” your father stated before taking another sip of his wine. “It’s all been arranged. A week after you’ve arrived at Narva you’ll be married to their son, and when you turn nineteen you’ll be brought back for your coronation.”

“I’m being sent away?” you echoed as tears quickly pricked in the corners of your eyes.

What about your friends, and everything you had to do here? How were you going to go off and marry some stranger in two weeks?

“What- What about my life here? My friends?” you asked him almost desperately. You were grasping at straws, anything that could possibly be used as leverage.

“Your friends?” he spat quickly. “You mean those servants who you sneak away to meet every evening? That horse-boy?”

The manner in which he said Jean’s beloved nickname shook you as more tears began spilling out. You could no longer hold them in as it felt like something you’d always held dear to your chest was ripped away.

“You won’t be seeing them again. At least not in those circumstances. I’ve spoiled you for far too long by letting you get away with those inappropriate relationships; it should’ve ended the second you turned sixteen.”

You were losing them. The support system you’d had since you were thirteen. The people who’d been there for you since you’d begun to stress about all your duties as a royal.

All of them would be gone.

Jean, would be gone.

It felt like the walls of the hall were closing in; with all the eyes turned to you, and the tears that were running fast down your cheeks now accompanied by the occasional crackle of thunder coming from outside, it was too much.

You swallowed thickly, trying to wipe the tears away with the back of your hand so they would disappear but they didn’t. They kept falling, and you just stood there with an almost blank look while trying to rub them away.

“Excuse me,” you choked as you pushed the chair back with a screech and sped-walked to the door.

“Y/N!” your father called out behind you.

But you didn’t heed, not even turning around as you pushed open the heavy doors to the hall and slipped through the small crack.

Your head was pounding as you ran through the long hallways, shoes clacking against the floor as you heard your own sobs echoing off the walls. It almost felt like you weren’t even the one crying - just hearing another woman cry as you ran through the halls of the castle.

There really was only one place you could go to at the moment that would allow you to be alone with your thoughts. Or allow you to cry it out without any judgement. Your room wouldn’t work because Mikasa would be there - or the possibility that anyone could walk in at any moment.

You made it to the back door, huffing as you threw it open and ran outside. It was still pouring, and you were instantly weighed down by the water soaking into the fabric of your dress as you ran down the cobblestone path. It didn’t hinder you though, as you maintained your steady pace as you huffed and ran across the trails you’d crossed so many times before to the stables.

It was one place you’d always been able to find comfort in, even if there wasn’t anyone there with you.

The wooden structure came into sight quickly, and you trudged your way through the rain and muddy ground quickly - ignoring how the bottom of your gown was dirtied and heavy as rainwater sunk into your shoes.

The door was open, which made you pause for a second - but you figured it could’ve been the wind or the stablehand forgetting to close the door before they left earlier that evening.

You walked in anyway, hiccuping and sniffling as you made your way over the hay laid about the floor to where your horse rested in the back - only to be surprised by Jean sitting on the floor of one of the stalls with a lantern and a foal laying in his lap on a towel.

“Hey,” he looked at you surprised. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”

“Yeah..” you trailed off as you quickly wiped the tears that’d been spilling earlier. “W-What are you doing here?”

“Majesty had her foal,” he gestured to the animal in his lap. “Remember, how I told you she was due any day now?”

“Yeah,” you nodded.

The foal was curled up against Jean, and you crouched down beside him to get a better look at it. It’s coat was still a little sticky and wet, but it seemed to be doing well as it let Jean run his fingers across it’s head in a relaxing manner

“What are you doing here?” Jean looked to you, concerned.

He saw your puffy eyes and tear-stained cheeks. It was obvious something had happened. The urge to help you rose in his throat and stained in his mind.

“What are you going to name them?” you deflected quickly.

“It’s a girl, and I’m not sure yet,” he sighed. “You never answered my question.”

“It’s nothing,” you paused. “I’m fine.”

“Clearly it’s not,” he raised his eyebrow towards you. “You wouldn’t be here otherwise.”

“It’s not a big deal,” you repeated, standing up now. “I-I’m fine. I was just overreacting- or something.”

Jean carefully placed the sleeping foal to the floor before getting up. He stared right down at you as he stepped closer, trapping you against one of the wooden pillars.

“What’s wrong?” he asked once more.

He watched as you sucked in a shaky breath, while you stared off to the side before speaking. “...I’m marrying some prince from Narva in two weeks.”

Jean felt as if all the air was sucked out of his lungs from those words. He could only gape back at you in response, and it took him too long to catch himself to try and continue the conversation.

“What- I- mean, but what about your work here?”

“I’m leaving next week.. w-with them,” you hiccuped. “And when I return I-I’m being crowned qu-queen.”

You were sniffling once more, as sobs came out in chokes. Jean only stood frozen, unsure of what he was supposed to do.

It felt like he was powerless.

“I’m sorry,” he stepped closer once more, trying to pull you in for a hug.

There should’ve been more he could do for you in that situation. He knew that. But what? What exactly was a servant like him supposed to do anything for you like this?

In the position he was in, he was lucky he even got the chance to speak to you.

You basically collapsed against his chest, sobbing as his fingers raked through your hair slowly. It wasn’t doing much to calm you down, as your sobs became wails and the tears stained his shirt. You were both damp and sticky from the rain, but neither of you paid it any mind.

“That’s not all,” you pulled back, trying to calm your frantic breathing.

“What else happened?” he quickly asked.

You stood for a moment, almost hyperventilating.“.... I’m not allowed to see you again.”

“You mean-” his eyes widened.

“You or anyone else.”

The way you spoke that sentence so solemnly, with such a finite tone, all the while hiccuping slightly - broke a piece inside him.

And he realized something.

The desire he had for you wanting his help. The desire he had for you to talk to him about everything. The anger he felt whenever you didn’t come to him. The fact that he let you get away with that nickname. The need he had for you in his life.

Just how fucking stupid he’d been this whole time.

He turned back to you with a new realization, with eyes widened as if he’d just discovered the impossible matching the expression on his face. It was something you didn’t really seem to notice, with your eyes still blurred by sadness and weariness.

And he should’ve just kept his mouth shut. He would’ve kept his mouth shut on the normal occasion. But maybe it was the fact that he’d never be permitted to see you again that led to him speaking. The idea that he’d never be able to say anything to you if he didn’t right at that minute.

“I-I love you,” he whispered.

“What?”

“I love you.”

Your breath hitched as you stared at him in wonder. Mikasa was right.

Jean quickly turned away while you continued to stare blankly in front of you. Heat was rising to your face, creeping down your neck and up your ears to your cheeks. You could feel it radiating off when your hand reached up to touch your skin.

Maybe you’d been denying it for too long.

“I love you too, horse-boy.”

Jean’s eyes were back on you in an instant, and you watched as amazement rose in them quickly. You couldn’t say anything before he was back in front of you - pressing his lips on yours in haste.

Your bodies were fleshed against one another in that instant, no one else present besides the two of you. It was hot and fiery as your fingers gripped the edge of his jaw, but soft and subdued as his palms trailed over your waist.

It should’ve been the happiest moment of your life, but everything in your mind was screaming at you that it would never work. It couldn’t.

How would it?

You were being sent to marry off another, forbidden from ever seeing him again.

Solemnly, you carefully pushed yourself away from him, watching as his face slowly saddened as he came to the same realization.

You inhaled an unsteady breath before choking out “We can’t.. I can’t-”

“Run away with me.”

“What?” you stared at him once more.

“Do you trust me?” he asked, his fingers trailing over your cheek. “Run away with me.”

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Gilded Gold - Yandere!Vampire Prince!Jaehyun X Reader

Yandere AU, Vampire AU, & Prince AU

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Smut (Someone goes a little feral at the end there)

Pairing: Jaehyun X Reader

Words: 22,845

Warnings: Jaehyun is pretty sadistic and manipulative in this one, as such there is a lot of violence and gore mentioned. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: It’s finally here! Omg, after months (again) of nothing, I'm really happy with the length of this one and how it turned out. Certain scenes are really good in my opinion, so hopefully you enjoy reading them just as much as I enjoyed writing them. I’ve nearly had this idea planned out for almost a year, so I'm happy that I've finally finished writing it all out. Tbh, certain scenes are pretty self indulgent... Anyways, I do really hope you enjoy this one, please do let me know what you think! Feedback is always appreciated!

“Is everything prepped and ready for tomorrow?” He asks, expression stern as he looks towards his adviser. 

“Yes, my Prince,” with a nod from the adviser, a smirk begins to slowly spread itself across Jaehyun’s lips.

“Perfect,” a dark look takes over his features, smirk now fully formed as he thinks over his plan once more.

Tomorrow will change everything, and he can hardly wait. For too long he’s waited, watching in the shadows until this day would come. Until finally, he can have everything that he’s ever wanted. Tomorrow, he’ll finally have you.

From the first moment he saw you all those months ago, he knew he had to have you. The way you so willingly went out of your way to help your neighbours with their little market stand only confirmed to Jaehyun that you’re a kindhearted individual. However, if it weren’t for the way you cussed out an older man for attempting to hit on your younger sister, he would have assumed you to be too soft. That is what intrigued him: that you could look so innocent on the outside, but on the inside, contain a strong, level-head, is what drew him to you.

Since then, he’s been sneaking out of the castle at least five times a week to find you, and once he did, he couldn’t stop himself from simply observing you. He became another shadow in the night, and you were none the wiser as to the monster lurking just outside of your window.

The day he learnt that you had no potential suitors, he swears he had never been happier in all his long years of living. It took him a bit of persuading, but he eventually convinced his mother to let himself actively pursue you. She was a bit wary at first, having never met you, nor even having heard of you before. The fact that you’re a mere human, and a commoner, no less, concerned her greatly. However, he made sure to take care of everything before your arrival. After all, you’re his responsibility now, and he’ll make sure to take care of you in any and every way that he can. 

Soon, the whole kingdom will know that you are meant to be his, the Crown Prince’s very own betrothed. The announcement might turn some heads, considering everyone is aware of the vampire society, and how the creatures of the night reign over them, but he’s counting on the support from those whom support interspecies relationships. It will be a huge step in a positive direction for his family to bring a common human into their inner circle. Not that you would have a choice, whether you know it or not.

That night, he barely gets any rest, too excited for what is to come tomorrow. He has it all planned out, the outfit he’s going to wear, how he’s going to make a grand entrance when meeting you for the first time, as well as the first thing he’s going to say to you once he sees you. 

His eyes flash red. Fuck, he finally gets to see you in person with you actually aware of his presence this time. Oh, how he can hardly wait to see your reaction when you gaze upon him for the first time. A smirk slowly tugs at his lips as he envisions the scene in his head, your awestruck face, the wonder shining in your eyes, and the way you’ll bite your lip as you take him in with the realization that he’s all yours.

Tomorrow cannot come fast enough.

That next morning you are awoken by the sound of your mother answering the front door. Muffled voices reach your ears as you bury yourself deeper into the warmth of your comforter. The sound of your door creaking has your eyes flinging open as your mother storms into your room.

“Get up! There’s a royal advisor at our front door asking for you, personally,” she tears your blankets off of you before moving over to your dresser to pull out some of your nicest clothes. “Apparently he has a message from the Prince. For you.”

“For me?” Your head is reeling at the thought of a royal advisor visiting you with a personal message from the Prince himself. What would the Prince want with you? You have no idea.

“Yes, you,” your mother tuts at your confused look as you clamber out of bed. “Now hurry up and get dressed. Don’t keep him waiting.”

Without another word, your mother leaves your room, heading back downstairs so as not to keep the advisor alone for too long. She would have made your sister keep him company, but she had to go to work this morning.

Squinting at your now closed door, you shift your gaze over to the outfit she has so meticulously picked out for you to wear. The clothes are quite literally the nicest ones you own, and your frown deepens. What message could possibly warrant you wearing your nicest clothes?

Yawning, you rub at the sleep still in your eyes. Screw formalities, it’s just a message, it can’t be that serious. Forgoing the outfit, you quickly head to the bathroom to freshen up and at least make yourself look presentable. No matter what this message turns out to be, you’re going to hop right back into bed afterwards anyways, so you see no point in getting dressed.

Making your way downstairs, you hear soft chatter coming from the front room, and as soon as you enter you can feel your mother’s scrutinizing gaze on you for not changing. You briefly make eye contact with her before turning your attention to the unfamiliar man standing across from her. You can already tell from his proper stature and from the royal emblem hanging proudly on the left side of his uniform that he’s the advisor.

“Ah, good, you must be Miss (Y/n), it’s a pleasure to meet you,” he bows to you. “My name is Minho, and I come bearing a message from Prince Jaehyun himself.”

You bow back respectfully, nodding for him to continue as your mother smiles almost nervously from the side of the room.

“You are to be moved to the castle immediately,” he says as your eyes go wide. “You are to be betrothed to Prince Jaehyun effective immediately.”

“Excuse me?” Your jaw has dropped, disbelief clear on your face.

“You are to be moved-“

“No, no, I heard you,” you cut him off, “I meant, what the actual fuck?”

“(Y/n)!” Your mother scolds.

“What? You’re telling me that this completely unprompted visit is to tell me I am to become the prince’s fiancée without any say in the matter?” You ask, incredulously.

“I apologize, I should have been clearer,” Minho clears his throat. “You do get a choice, as it is the Prince’s intention to court you first. However, in doing so, it requires you to come stay at the palace for the time being.”

“I-“ your mouth gapes like a fish out of water, “do I have a choice in this?”

“Of course!” Minho immediately responds. “I understand this is very sudden, and probably very confusing, but the Prince promised to explain everything once you have arrived to the palace for the day. We really shouldn’t keep him waiting too long.”

“I-“ you’re about to object once more when your mother cuts you off.

“Go with him, sweetie,” you frown at the look she’s giving you. You don’t think you’ve ever heard her voice sound so tense, completely different to how she looked when she first entered your room not ten minutes ago. “He told me you would have to leave immediately, so I’ll send a few bags with your stuff later this week.”

“But mom-“

“No buts,” she smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “This is a once in a lifetime opportunity, and the Prince chose you, no less. Please be on your best behaviour.”

“Great, then it’s settled!” Minho smiles, beginning to exit the room in order to walk towards the front door. He places a hand at the small of your back and guides you along with him, with you too stunned to say much else. “Thank you for your hospitality,” he bows to your mother once at the door, “we’ll be in touch.”

With those words, he is leading you out of the front and to the car that awaits at the end of the driveway. By now, a few of your neighbours have stepped outside their homes to view what is going on, and you can see them whispering to themselves as you are ushered into the back seat. You only wish you got to say goodbye to your sister before you had to leave.

“Guess leaving is so urgent that I can’t change out of my pyjamas, huh?” You joke, a hint of seriousness to your tone as you cross your arms. 

Minho soon slides into the front seat beside the driver whom has been waiting in the car this whole time.

“I’m afraid not, Miss,” he replies, pulling out his phone. “We’re on a tight schedule today.”

You sigh, leaning your head on your hand as you look out of the window. You see more neighbours watching the car go down the road as you drive off, and you begin to wonder how you even got into this mess. Though you will admit, a part of you is intrigued. To catch the eye of the Prince, the Vampire Prince, no less, is causing your heart to race. 

You’ve seen a few photos of the Prince before in passing, and he does look very handsome, so a part of you is curious to see if that’s actually true. Another part of you feels excitement at the thought of being sought after by the prince himself. Maybe that’s why you’re not putting up more of a fuss at this matter. A sigh escapes your lips at the thought, and you begin to wonder what exactly is in store for you once you arrive at the castle.

About forty-five minutes later, you arrive at the palace. Your breath is quite literally stolen away as you gaze upon the fortress in awe, taking in the arches and crevices in the architecture, along with its massive size.

“If you think the outside is grand, just wait until you see the inside,” Minho chuckles, noting your gaze of wonderment.

His words manage to pull you out of your admiration of the palace and back to the steps in front of you which lead up to the front doors. Shaking your head slightly, you clear your thoughts. You’re sure you’ll have plenty of time to admire and explore the castle once you get settled inside.

“So, uh…“ you trail off, following Minho up the steps, not knowing what to ask first.

“I’ll be leading you to your personal chambers while you’re going to be staying here, then some servants will be coming to prepare you for lunch with the Prince,” Minho explains, and you nod along absentmindedly, still too distracted by the grand stonework of the building, of which is much more intricate on the inside. “I’m sure His Royal Highness would gladly take you on a tour of the premisses, given how intrigued you seem to be by the grounds already.”

At this you can feel your face heat up in slight embarrassment, “sorry.”

“No, no, don’t apologize, Miss,” Minho smiles at you assuringly. “It’s quite nice to see someone admiring the architecture once more.”

“What do you mean?” You tilt your head slightly in curiosity.

“Oh, it’s just been quite a while since we’ve had a new guest who’s admired the detailing as you are,” he says.

“Must not get many new guests then,” you mutter, but he still manages to hear you.

“No, not really,” he sighs, eyes soon going wide as he’s come to realize what he’s just said, clearing his throat in the next moment. “I mean, I’ve said enough already.”

You simply hum in response as he leads you through some side corridors and up another set of stairs. You can feel your legs burning at the amount of flights you’ve climbed, not used to the amount of steps yet. Once you reach the tops of the stairs, you find yourself resting your hands on your knees in order to catch you breath.

“One second,” you hold up a finger, indicating to Minho to stop and let you catch your breath.

“Alright, but we really mustn’t delay, Miss,” he says, worry flashing briefly in his eyes, but it passes so quickly that you do not see it.

After a few moments, you right yourself, taking a deep breath before nodding at him to continue. He nearly breathes a sigh of relief as he continues to lead you down the hallway you’re now in, checking his watch on the way and noticing he’ll make it just in time. It’s important for everything to go according to schedule today, or so the Prince has reminded him countless times, along with the other staff. Everything has to be perfect.

Leading you to a set of doors near the end of the hallway, Minho pushes them both open to reveal a large room full of everything you could possibly think of. You’re pretty sure this room is the size of your entire main floor of your house, complete with a four post king sized bed, privacy screen which looks like it leads to another part of the room, along with various shelves, desks, and cabinets spread throughout. To say you are awestruck would be an understatement.

You take your time wandering around the room, opening one of the side doors to find an adjacent bathroom built for the gods. A large tub rests on one side, along with a set of double sinks, a large mirror that takes up the entire wall, along with a huge shower which you believe also works as a sauna. You are hardly able to believe what you’re seeing, this is all so unbelievable. To think, your lifestyle quite literally has changed in the blink of an eye. 

Now, if only you could see what rests behind the privacy screen. You’ve avoided opening the doors so far due to the fact that you’re unsure what’s waiting for you on the other side. In the back of your mind, you hope it’s not another room. More particularly, that it’s not the Prince’s room.

The whole time that you spend exploring your new room, Jaehyun stands just off to the side beside the privacy screen where you cannot see him. A smirk is ever present on his face. He could smell your scent getting closer with every step you took down the hallway, only serving to make his dead heart race in his chest. He cannot help how his mouth salivates at the thought of you now only being one room away, nothing more than a thin set of doors standing between your bodies. He can hardly wait to meet you.

After a few more moments of you taking in your new room, you turn to look at Minho, “so, uh, am I allowed to see what’s behind those privacy doors,” you motion to them with your head, “or is that part off-limits?”

Your attempt at a joke earns a small chuckle from him, “actually, I believe the Prince should be joining us soon.”

“Is that the Prince’s room?” Your eyes widen as your suspicion is all but confirmed. You know you’re expected to become close with him, but you aren’t expecting to be literally sharing a room.

“Oh, no!” Minho is quick to answer, to which you breathe a small sigh of relief. “I believe His Highness went to inspect the second portion of your room earlier, before your arrival, in order to make sure everything is up to his standards.”

“Ah, I see,” you nod in understanding. “Glad to know he’s taking such precautions for me.”

Of course! He wants nothing but the best for you, after all. It’s what you deserve. Jaehyun’s smirk only grows, and he takes your words as his cue to finally make his presence known, and finally enter the room.

Ever so slowly, you notice a shadow forming behind the semi-transparent screen. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, racing at the prospect of finally being able to meet the Prince in person. Little do you know, that this is not the first time that the Prince will be seeing you.

Just like a scene from a movie, the doors part, Prince Jaehyun stepping through the threshold. His gaze lingers on the ground briefly before finally looking upwards to lock gazes with you. Your breath hitches, and you can feel your heart skipping a beat, all of which does not go unheard by Jaehyun, only serving to make him more smug during this time. Besides, the smirk resting on his features only adds to his charming good looks as he takes a confident step forwards, slowly making his way over to you.

The whole time, your eyes never leave his. Again, to say you’re stunned would be an understatement. You don’t think you’ve ever seen a finer looking specimen in your entire life, and from the looks of things, he can read your expression like an open book. 

For a brief moment, your gaze rakes over his entire body, and you have to stop yourself from inhaling sharply once more. He’s wearing the finest embroidered suit that you’ve ever seen in your life, the sharp gold thread contrasting with the black fabric. You know the suit must have cost a fortune, just from the design alone, not to mention the materials. The detailing of the floral design, combined with the surrounding leaves is stunning, but what catches your attention the most is the fact that he’s not wearing a shirt beneath the suit jacket. You can see the smooth skin of his chest on display, only serving to make you lick your lips in admiration, anticipation lingering in your chest. For what, you aren’t quite sure, but fuck, you’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t think he was extremely attractive.

His chest swells with pride. He knew you would react like this, only confirming to him that you also find him as attractive as he finds you. Well, considering all the peasants you had to endure back in your hometown, he’s not surprised. As if any of them ever stood a chance with you. Well, not if he had anything to say about it.

So far, everything is going exactly how he has planned it to, and he couldn’t be more happier in this moment. Minho was on time and everything, though Jaehyun worried at one point that you were running behind schedule. He cannot let that happen, everything needs to run like clockwork in order for things to be perfect.

The one thing that he wishes more than anything that he could do right now would be to take you into his arms, but he knows that would be overstepping boundaries at the moment. The last thing he wants to do is scare you off on the first day. After all, since you’re going to be spending eternity together, he doesn’t want to push you away now.

You don’t mean to stare as you have been, but you cannot help it. With wide eyes and slightly parted lips, you continue to stand there, almost dumbfounded by the current events. By now, you are most certainly regretting not listening to your mother to change into your nicest clothes. Meeting the Prince while still in your pyjamas is making you feel a bit self-conscious. How embarrassing, to meet him while you’re still in your sleep clothes.

On the other hand, Jaehyun thinks that it’s so endearing that you’re still dressed in your pyjamas. Were you that excited to meet him that you couldn’t even wait to leave, meaning you forwent changing? How adorable.

“Miss (Y/n), may I formally introduce you to Prince-“

“Jung Jaehyun,” he cuts Minho off, taking your hand into his own in order to bring it to his lips and kiss the back of it tenderly. Oh, how soft your skin feels against his own. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

Introducing yourself, your voice is a bit airy, still breathless due to everything that you’ve encountered so far. You’re especially impressed with the way he’s held himself, “the pleasure is all mine, Your Highness.”

“Please,” he smiles, running his thumb over the skin on the back of your hand before releasing his hold on you and returning his hands to his sides, “call me Jaehyun.”

You smile back politely, thoughts running through your head a mile a minute. All the while, your nerves begin to grow, and you begin to ponder why exactly it was you that he chose. You don’t necessarily think you’re anything special, but Jaehyun would beg to differ.

“Um, I was told that we were going to be dining soon?” You ask, shifting slightly from foot to foot as you attempt to break the small silence that has settled over the three of you. You figure Minho is probably avoiding saying anything right now out of respect for you and the Prince.

“Ah, yes,” Jaehyun nods once in confirmation. “That is, if you’re willing to join me for lunch. Of course, I’ll let you change first, unless you’d prefer to stay in those.”

At the motion of his head towards your choice in outfit, you can feel your cheeks heating up once more in embarrassment.

“Oh, uh…” you avoid his gaze for the first time today, and he can’t help but be reminded of how cute you are as you add quietly, “I don’t have anything else to wear.”

He simply quirks a brow in response, “has Minho not shown you your wardrobe yet?”

“No, I-“ you smile sheepishly, “I didn’t get a chance to pack any of my own clothes before I left. I mean, I didn’t even have a chance to change.”

He chuckles this time in response, “come with me, Princess.”

You cannot deny the way your heart positively flutters when he calls you that. A fact which only makes him smile subtly. You haven’t even known him for more than fifteen minutes and he already sets your heart racing. A fact which only serves to stroke his ego even further. This is going even better than anything he could have ever planned.

Leading you over to a side door that resides in the second half of your room, of which you notice is a lavish seating area complete with a chaise, he opens it. A grandiose closet is revealed to you, filled with the most lavish pieces of clothing you’ve ever seen in your entire life. Dresses, shirts, skirts, you name it, line the shelves. Rows upon rows of accessories cause your eyes to widen even further than they already have. You cannot help the surprised gasp that escapes your lips as you take it all in.

“Is this-“ you blink, attempting to wrap your head around everything as you try to get the words out, “is this-“

“It’s all for you, Princess,” Jaehyun smiles at your wide eyed expression.

“I-“ you turn to him, “I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything,” he assures you.

“Honestly, I’m torn,” you bite your lip nervously.

He simply quirks a brow at you to continue, despite the fact a frown wants to pull onto his features.

“I’m torn between ‘I can’t accept this’, and ‘thank you so much’,” you admit, and you hear him chuckle once more. Out of the corner of your eyes, you notice Minho tense.

“Always so humble,” he hums. “Don’t worry about it, it’s a gift.”

“I-“ you take a deep breath, “thank you.”

He smiles, putting his hands in the pockets of his pants, “just promise me that you’ll use it.”

You notice how he motions to the closet with his head, and you immediately nod, “of course.”

“Good,” he nods once. “Well, I’ll let you get ready. Maria and Greta should be arriving soon to prepare you for lunch.”

As soon as he finishes speaking, a soft knock sounds at your bedroom door, signifying the arrival of the two aforementioned women. He could hear them walking down the hallway and figured now would be as good a time as ever to take his leave, even if it will be momentarily.

“I’ll see you soon, Princess,” with those words, he walks out of your room. 

The two women whom have been patiently waiting in the hallway to come in now step inside as Minho steps out of the room following Jaehyun. You notice that they look somewhat nervous, approaching you carefully as if you’re someone to be cautious of. You send them a reassuring smile, introducing yourself shortly after.

“It’s nice to finally meet the woman the Prince has been talking non-stop about,” Maria admits, seeming to relax more now that you’ve talked to the two of them.

“Maria,” Greta hisses while elbowing her partner. Your brow furrows, it seems as if they’re not allowed to talk about that in front of you.

“He’s talked about me?” You question as they move you into the closet to pick out an outfit for the day.

“Oh yes,” Maria nods. “He’s been very… excited for you to come visit the palace.”

“I won’t warn you again,” Greta narrows her eyes at Maria disapprovingly.

“Am I not allowed to ask about it then?” You frown.

“Oh, you can ask any and all the questions you’d like,” Greta answers, pulling a simple gown down from the racks. “We’re just not supposed to talk about certain things.”

“Like the Prince?”

“Listen dearie,” Greta sighs. “If you knew what’s best for you, you’d run, and run far.”

Her words only serve to confuse you even more, especially at the nervous expression Maria now wears on her face.

“Is there something I should know?” You ask as they help you into the dress.

“Don’t listen to Greta, dear,” Maria pats your arm gently once the dress is secure. “The Prince is a wonderful gentleman, and from the looks of things, he’s completely smitten with you.”

“But he hardly even knows me,” you mumble as they start to work on your hair.

“He knows you better than you think,” Greta’s voice is barely above a whisper. In fact, it’s so faint, you don’t catch all of what she says.

“Pardon me?” You catch her gaze in the mirror they have you sitting in front of now.

“All the more reason for you to get to know him better,” she corrects herself with a smile, though it doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

Maria manages to change the subject shortly after by asking you questions about yourself, and her telling you small stories about her life. The two of you are able to connect well quickly, and you know that if she continues to look after you while you’re here, you will have a friend in her. Greta, on the other hand, you’re not so sure about.

Not only does she continuously look at you with worry in her eyes, she scolds Maria any time she thinks Maria has overstepped any sort of boundary. The amount of times Maria has begun to tell you about the Prince, only for her to be cut off by Greta soon after is astounding. Hopefully you can get some answers from the Prince himself. After all, you are going to lunch together.

“There, all finished,” Maria smiles warmly at you as she helps you stand up.

“Thank you,” you smile back, smoothing out the front of your gown subconsciously.

“Come now,” Greta says, checking her watch, “or else we’ll be late.”

“Oh dear, we wouldn’t want that,” Maria suddenly looks worried. “We’ll lead you to the dining room. His Highness should already be waiting.”

“I guess I shouldn’t keep him waiting, then,” you joke as you three move to exit the room.

You fail to notice the brief glance the two of them share as Greta says, “no, you really shouldn’t.”

Without another word, you all make your way down the hallway, them leading you to where Jaehyun has instructed them to meet him. As he hears you approaching, a small smile tugs at his lips. He can’t wait to start his forever with you, and today is day one.

“Ready for lunch?” He asks, turning around just as you walk up to him.

You nod, humming your eagerness. You can’t wait to see what they decide to serve to eat, you are in a palace after all. Besides, the company is wonderful so far, and you really want to get to know him better.

Lunch with Jaehyun passes by far too quickly for either of your likings, and before you know it, you’re both finished. To say that you enjoy your time with him would be an understatement. Not only was the food delicious, but you also got to do what you wanted and get to know him better. One thing you know for sure, is that he has a beautiful smile, of which you hope to see more of. Plus, he’s got the cutest dimples you’ve ever seen.

After lunch, he gives you a tour of the castle, and once again, your breath is stolen from your lungs. The whole time you spend admiring the architecture, Jaehyun spends admiring you. His dead heart races in his chest every time he looks over to see that awestruck expression on your face. You’re so beautiful, and the fact that you’re admiring everything he shows you so far, along with how grateful you’ve been towards him, assures him that he’s made the best choice in choosing you as his fiancée.

Every so often, his hand will brush against your own as he walks with you through the castle. You cannot help the rush you feel each time he does this, his touch both innocent and teasing at the same time. Each brush only makes a subtle smirk pull at his own lips, knowing he already has such an effect on you.

All too soon, the afternoon comes to an end and he’s leading you back to your room for the evening. He’s told you that you’ll more than likely be meeting his mother tomorrow, so you should get as much rest as you can, considering how hectic the day has been for you.

“If you ever need me, I’m just down the hallway to your left,” he tells you, of which you find yourself nodding in response. “If an emergency ever arises, come and get me. No matter the time.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you say, lips twitching upwards in a half smile. “Thanks.”

“Of course,” he returns your smile. “I’ll always be here for you.”

By now, the two of you have stopped just outside of your bedroom door. You stare deeply into his eyes, and you can see the sincerity reflected in them. Your lips part slightly as you take a small step backwards as he continues to stare intensely at you, almost as if he’s in a daze.

Before you know it, he’s blinking as if to clear his head while clearing his throat, “well, I’ve got a few things to attend to before dinner. I’ll have someone bring you something to eat for then. In the meantime, feel free to do whatever you’d like, just let Maria know where you’ll be.”

“Sounds good,” you smile once more.

“See you later, Princess,” he grins, grabbing your hand in order to place a gentle kiss onto the back of it, successfully making your face warm. Without another word, he takes his leave. 

Watching his figure disappear down the hallway, you let out a blissful sigh. Lunch was enjoyable, and you can’t wait to see what else he has in store for you. Not only that, but you can’t wait to further explore the castle and find your favourite spots. Hopefully you can find a little nook to read some of the books from the massive library that caught your eye while you explored with Jaehyun.

Entering your room, you bite your lip. The only thing you’re particularly nervous about would be meeting his mother. Based off of what he’s told you about her so far, she can be very picky about mannerisms, and it can be difficult for anyone new to impress her. Maybe that’s what Minho meant by no one new has come to the palace for a long time. You just hope you can make a good impression, or at least good enough for her to at least tolerate you. After all, if you’re to marry her son, having her like you would be a huge success.

“You okay there?” Maria’s voice manages to pull you out of your own thoughts.

“Huh? Oh, yeah,” you reply absentmindedly, walking further into the room as the door falls shut. Your brow furrows slightly as you notice Greta isn’t with her this time. “Where’s Greta?”

Maria stiffens ever so slightly, “she has this afternoon and evening off.”

“Ah, makes sense,” you nod, moving to sit on your bed.

“Is there anything I can get for you, Miss?” She asks politely.

“Not at the moment, thank you,” you shoot her a grateful smile. “I think I might just nap, I am a bit sleepy.”

“Alright, well, I’ll help you change,” 

“No need, I can do it myself,”

“No, please, I insist,” she’s already begun to move around your room and grabs a fresh set of clothes for you to change into. “After all, it’s what I’m here for.”

“Well, okay,” you sigh softly, allowing Maria to help you change.

Once done, the two of you just sit together in your room talking about anything and everything. She tells you that her family has always served the Jung’s for as long as she can remember, but she doesn’t mind it here. Apparently, the job pays really well, and they get ample time off.

Before you know it, there is a knock on your door and another servant is there holding a tray for you piled high with plates containing your evening meal. You thank them and move to take the tray from their hands, but they insist on putting it down for you. They set everything up for you on the table in your room before bowing respectively and leaving you to your own with Maria still patiently standing off to the side.

Sitting back down, your eyes rake over the food now resting in front of you. This is one of your favourite meals, but Jaehyun couldn’t possibly know that. Could he?

“The Prince made special preparations for you before you came,” Maria says, noticing your stare.

“This is my favourite dish,” you comment.

“I take it everything is to your liking, then?” She smiles.

“Of course, but I still don’t understand how he knows this is my favourite dish,” you say.

“If I’m not mistaken, I believe he was informed by your mother,”

“He’s talked with my mom?” Your eyes widen slightly in surprise.

“Oh, I mean, Minho was told by your mother, who in turn told Prince Jaehyun when he got back to the palace today,” Maria is quick to correct herself.

“Ah, I see,” you turn back to the food spread out in front of you. “Oh my! Where are my manners? Would you like anything?”

Maria almost looks caught off guard by your offer of sharing your food with her, “oh, no, thank you! I couldn’t.”

“Nonsense,” you shake your head, pushing one of the many side dishes over to her. “I don’t like eating alone, anyways.”

“Are you sure?” Her voice is hesitant, gnawing her bottom lip in worry.

“Of course,” you confirm. “I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t.”

“Thank you, Miss,” she graciously accepts the dish, grabbing a set of utensils to join you in eating.

You simply smile at her in response, happy to be sharing your favourite meal with someone else. Her presence brings you comfort in this still unfamiliar place, of which you know will take some getting used to, despite the tour you took today. After all, you are alone, and far from home.

Meanwhile, Jaehyun paces in his study. He sent Minho to gather Greta for him just before you came to meet him downstairs for lunch that day. He overheard what she told you, and to say he was not impressed would be an understatement. Is she trying to make him look bad in front of you? No matter, he’ll dispose of the problem soon enough.

“Minho, I still don’t understand what’s going on-“ Greta’s voice gets caught in her throat once she is escorted inside the study to see Jaehyun now leaning against his desk with his arms crossed.

“Your Highness,” she bows respectively. “How may I be of service to you?”

“I have a favour to ask of you, Greta,” the way he says her name sends a shiver of fear running down her spine: full of venom and malice.

“Y-yes, sir, what is it?” Her blood is rushing through her. She’s heard of the Prince’s famous glare but never having been on the receiving end, there’s nothing that could have prepared her for the look of bloodlust in his eyes that came about so suddenly.

“I want you to run, Greta,” he pushes himself off the edge the desk, staring directly into her eyes, “and run far.”

A gasp escapes her lips. He heard.

“Well?” He hums, tauntingly, amusement shining in his eyes as he stares at her now trembling form. “What are you waiting for? That’s an order.”

With a shaky nod from her, she’s bustling out of the room and down the hallway. He can still hear the sound of her racing heart even after she makes it to the floor below him.

The malicious grin never leaves his lips as he begins to make his way out of his study. Currently, he is a predator stalking their prey. This’ll be fun, he hasn’t had to chase his prey in a while, and he cannot wait to tear into her throat. How dare she even suggest that you run from him. He would never hurt you. 

Anyone else, on the other hand? Fair game.

“Are you really sure this is necessary, my Prince?” Minho nervously watches Jaehyun as he passes through the doorway into the hall.

“Of course,” Jaehyun smiles, but it only serves to unnerve Minho as Jaehyun’s eyes flash red in the next moment. “She nearly lost me what is mine.”

In the blink of an eye, Jaehyun is gone from his sight, and Minho can only breathe a sigh of relief that he’s left unharmed this evening. Once Jaehyun sets his mind to something, there is no changing it. No one can stop him when he’s on a warpath, and Minho is just glad that he isn’t on the receiving end of one of the Prince’s violent episodes.

It takes Jaehyun mere seconds to catch up with Greta, who has been able to make it into the grand foyer before the main doors. He slams her against the wall, hearing a few of her bones fracture due to the impact. Her whimpers and pleas for her own life fall on deaf ears, even as more servants shuffle passed. They all know not to get involved, lest they want to suffer the same fate as Greta. Too many have learned that the hard way.

The last thing she sees is Jaehyun’s malicious smirk, fangs on full display as he tears into her throat. Once he’s sure she’s dead, he tosses her body aside, letting the blood spill over the floor. He spits the chunk of her neck he has in his mouth onto her body, a look of pure disgust on his face as he glares down at her corpse.

“Somebody clean this mess up,” he snarls out as he turns his back to her body. The others are frozen in fear, but his growl manages to have a few snapping immediately to their senses and rushing over to Greta’s dead body. “Now!”

He doesn’t stick around to see if they remove her or not, opting to head straight to his room for the evening. He wants to see you again, but he knows that it might be too soon. Besides, with his emotions heightened at the moment, he would potentially be putting you in danger. At least he’ll still be able to smell your scent, and hear whatever it is that you’re doing. That’s enough for him, for now.

A smile tugs at his lips as he faintly hears you conversing with Maria about something that happened to you during your childhood. He knew placing Maria with you as your personal assistant would be a good idea. Greta was his mother’s choice, and he had a feeling she was going to be nothing but a nuisance for him. Nothing is going to get in his way of winning your heart. Nothing. Everything has to go according to plan.

The following morning, he does a brief check of the front foyer to make sure everything has been cleaned properly, and that nothing remains of the events of that previous evening. The last thing he wants is for you to see something like that. Seeing that it’s been cleared of any evidence, he smiles, making his way back upstairs to finally greet you for the day.

To be quite honest, he is a little nervous himself for you to meet his mother. She didn’t exactly approve of him essentially stalking you, what he just calls taking a keen interest in making sure you’re doing alright. If Greta was any indication of how his mother will act, he knows she’ll probably devise a plan to take you away from him, or worse, make you afraid of him. After all, she knows exactly how her son can be.

Knocking gently on your door, he can hear your soft footfalls as you walk closer to him. He can’t wait to see you, and when you open the door to reveal yourself he most certainly is not disappointed with what he sees. How you look more beautiful every time he sees you is a mystery to him. One thing he knows for sure though, is that you’ve enchanted him since the moment he first laid eyes on you.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he smiles, noticing how you react positively to his words.

“Good morning,” you greet back politely, a small smile gracing your own features.

“Did you sleep well?” He asks, noticing Maria has already remade your bed.

“Quite,” you nod, smile only widening as you look at him. “Did you?”

“I did indeed,” he hums in response, though he would have slept better if you were in his arms. “Are you ready for today?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” you let out a nervous chuckle as you step into the hallway, closing the door gently behind you.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be with you the whole time,” he assures you, extending his arm out for you to loop yours with his. “Let’s get going.”

“Yes, let’s,” you hum back, taking his arm as you begin to walk down the hallway. “Any advice for me before we meet you mother?”

“Just be your usual charming self, and I’m sure you’ll be fine,” he squeezes your arm slightly, causing you to look over to already see him smiling at you.

You say nothing but choose to nod in understanding. You just hope your usual charming self doesn’t do or say anything that might embarrass you.

The two of you make idle chat as you make your way to the throne room to meet his mother. He manages to make you laugh, loosening your tense shoulders slightly as you relax the more he’s able to distract you. The whole time, he observes you fondly, glad to know that he can ease your nerves slightly, even if you’ve only officially known each other for a day. If only he could help you to relax in any and every other way he knows how.

All too soon, you’ve arrived just outside the doors to the throne room. Minho already stands waiting outside the grand set of double doors for the two of you, announcing your arrival to the queen as the doors part for you to walk through. 

Your heart races in your chest, nerves momentarily returning as you’re faced with the task at hand. This is one of the most important moments in your mind, for if his mother doesn’t approve of you, you do not know what will happen. That being said, you want to make sure to make the best impression you can on his mother, no matter what happens.

Walking into the room, you see his mother already sitting on her throne, watching the two of you as you approach where she is seated. Her gaze is scrutinizing, though it seems as if she’s watching he son more closely than she’s watching you. A fact which confuses you slightly since you would have assumed she would be more interested in how you hold yourself around her son rather than how her son holds himself around you. However this may be, you’re only grateful for the momentary relief you feel as you finally stop just before her throne.

“Mother, I’d like to formally introduce you to the woman whom I’d like to become my betrothed,” Jaehyun introduces you, telling her your name shortly after.

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Your Majesty,” you say, bowing politely in introduction to the queen.

“Please, Your Majesty sounds so formal,” the queen waves her hand slightly in the air as if dismissing the remark before leaning forwards slightly in her throne, “call me Cathy.”

“Huh,” you muse, “like mother, like son.”

“Oh?” Cathy’s amusement is clear on her face as she looks from Jaehyun over to you.

“Yes,” you confirm. “It seems not liking titles runs in the family. Jaehyun’s also told me to call him by his name instead of his title.”

“Has he now?” Cathy leans back, eyeing her son suspiciously. That’s very unlike her son, as he only ever allows people to call him by his title, no matter who they may be. You must be important to him then, a fact which only causes her worry for you to grow. None of her son’s other playthings ever got to address him by his first name. “And has he been treating you alright so far?”

Jaehyun’s eyes narrow ever so subtly at his mother, for he knows what game she’s playing. Like hell she’ll catch him slipping up.

“He’s been nothing but a gentleman since I’ve arrived,” you respond, and if your words don’t fill his chest with pride, nothing else will. He can hardly wait for you to see what else he has in store for you.

“I see,” she hums, placing her hands gracefully in her lap.

“I’d also just like to thank you very much for your hospitality, and for letting me stay at the palace during this time,” you bow deeply once more. “Thank you.”

“Of course, sweetie,” she smiles. “Anything for the one my little Jaehyunnie has been so obsessed with lately.”

“Mother,” Jaehyun’s reaction is a warning to her, but to you it just sounds like a boy being embarrassed by his mom.

You giggle, and normally he would think it’s the sweetest sound, if not for the circumstances. “So I’ve heard.”

“Ah, I see,” Cathy grins. “He’s already told you all about how he-“

“Are you quite content, mother?” Jaehyun interrupts, eyes flashing his warning towards Cathy who only appears to be amused at his antics.

“Oh, indeed,” she smiles back, though you fail to register the malice hidden behind her lips. “I was only hoping to be joined by Miss (Y/n) here for some morning beverages. I’d love to get to know her better, if she’s alright with that, of course.”

Before Jaehyun can even respond, you’re already speaking, “I’d love that.”

“Excellent!” His mother stands, descending the stairs and coming to stand before you. Having her this close really makes you realize the amount of power and regality she possesses. She extends her hand out for you to take. “If you’d be so kind as to join me.”

“Of course! Thank you,” you take her hand, allowing her to lead you out of the throne room as your arm slips out of Jaehyun’s grasp. With one final glance back, you see Jaehyun already staring after you, an unreadable expression on his face.

Turning back around, you notice Cathy leading you towards the gardens. Once outside, you see a nice table already set up facing the fountain, some of the finest cups and plates already set on top. Letting go of your hand, she motions for you to sit with her, a servant already pouring what looks like a steaming cup of tea for each of you.

“Thank you,” you repeat your words from earlier once you’re seated, graciously accepting the cup that is handed to you.

“I’m so glad you could join me this morning for a little girl talk,” she smiles, tilting her own cup in your direction in a mock ‘cheers’ gesture, of which you mirror.

“It’s nice to be invited,” you reply, taking a sip of your drink.

“I want you to know that you can come to me for anything, dear,” she says, looking you directly in your eyes and you’re momentarily stunned by how sincere she looks. “Absolutely anything.”

“Oh my,” you blink a few times in surprise, “that’s awfully kind of you. I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Good,” her gaze lessens in intensity, allowing for your shoulders to relax slightly, not that you had even been aware of tensing them. “I know how my son can be, so your safety and happiness is my number one priority.”

“Thank you,” is all you can say, and you’re starting to feel like a broken record, but you truly are grateful for her words. Though, you don’t quite know exactly what she means by her most recent ones. Jaehyun, to you, seems like a really nice, caring guy, so the knowing look she sends you when she says that only serves to confuse you. Besides, she seems a lot nicer than what Jaehyun had made her out to be, of which you find a bit strange. Perhaps she’s just putting up a nice front for your sake at the moment. Either way, you’ll make sure not to do anything that would warrant her to dislike you.

“So, tell me about yourself,” Cathy sips her tea, leaning back in her seat to get comfortable as she watches you.

The rest of the morning is spent with the queen, getting a feel for each other and learning all about the other. She listens intently to everything you have to say and she looks genuinely so intrigued by you. The more time you spend with her, the more you seem to relax around her. She’s nothing like how Jaehyun described, which only makes you believe that that’s his familial side talking. Perhaps they’re not as close as the media makes them out to be.

By the time lunch rolls around, you find yourself eating alongside the Queen in the dining room, Jaehyun nowhere to be seen. Noticing your curious gaze, she mentions that he has some diplomatic council meeting to attend to, but he’ll probably be joining you for dinner that evening. You simply nod in response, continuing on with your conversation with the Queen.

Another hour passes with you spending time with Cathy, and the both of you enjoy this so much that you plan to make your little girl talk a weekly thing. You end up leaving with a smile on your face, as if a weight has been lifted off of your shoulders as you head back to your room. Honestly, you cannot wait for next week to be able to spend more time with the Queen, as she’s nothing at all like you were expecting. It’ll be nice to have another person that you can consider a friend while you’re staying here.

Making it back to your room, you’re greeted by Maria who seems to have been patiently waiting for your return. She asks you how your day has been so far, and you tell her honestly that you had a lovely morning with the Queen. 

“I’m a little surprised though,” you admit.

“Why’s that?” She asks, brow furrowing in slight concern.

“Jaehyun told me that she was a hard woman to please,”

“Really?” Her voice comes out in mild disbelief. From what she knows of the Queen, she’s a lovely person through and through. The Prince on the other hand… though she would never tell you that. Not that she could without risk of losing her life and everything she holds dear.

“Still, I’m glad we made such a connection today,” you smile. “That’s good, right? Getting his mom to like me is a step in a positive direction.”

“Of course, Miss,” Maria returns your smile, though it seems a bit forced. She has to be extra careful around you now with how she acts and what she says, after all, by now, every servant in the castle has heard of what happened to Greta last night.

“By the way, how’s Greta doing? I haven’t seen her since yesterday,” you wonder aloud, almost missing the way Maria’s shoulders seem to tense at the inquiry.

“Oh, uh, about that,” Maria says, eyes shifting nervously around the room. She’s just grateful she’s facing away from you at the moment. “Greta took a vacation to go visit her family, so she won’t be back for a while.”

“Ah, I see,” you hum. “That’s nice, hopefully she has a lovely time with her family.”

If only you knew what kind of condition she was in when her body was sent back to her family. Maybe then you would have heeded her warnings.

“Yeah,” Maria replies, somewhat breathless. “Hopefully.”

The next few weeks pass by in a blur for you, each day bringing about a new adventure with Jaehyun. So far, he makes you very happy, and you’re beginning to settle into things at the castle. You especially look forward to the weekly girl talk dates with Cathy, of which she’s asked you to start calling her ‘mom’. Each time she does, you smile shyly and your heart warms, though when you told Jaehyun, he seemed quite shocked.

You’ve also discovered that some of the servants are humans and others are vampires, which was a bit of a surprise to you since you thought all of the servants were humans. At least most of the one’s you’ve encountered so far are. They’ve all been super nice to you, except for the odd one that either looks at you with pity or worry in their eyes. A few even go so far as to attempt to warn you against something, but Jaehyun always appears before they can finish whatever it is that they have to tell you. Whenever this happens, you can never understand the fear that seems to take hold of their body, eyes pleadingly looking towards Jaehyun. Oddly enough, you usually never encounter them again, only hearing brief mention of their names from passing servants.

Of course Jaehyun won’t tell you the amount of teeth he’s pulled, eyes he’s gouged out, or even tongues he’s cut off because of this. No, never. He always has to be the perfect prince in your eyes, keeping you blind to everything that might scare you away from him.

What really sets him off one day is when the two of you had just come back from riding your horses through the grounds. The stable hand, Shotaro, had given you a hand helping you off of your horse. Instead of Jaehyun being the one to help you, he was forced to watch as another male held your hand delicately and smiled at you softly.

Having had a few previous interactions with the vampiric stable hand, you thought nothing of this. A simple friendly gesture to you was near treason in Jaehyun’s eyes. Only he should be able to touch you like that. How else is he supposed to charm you and show you how much of a gentleman he can be towards you? How he can provide for you, even in the most basic of ways?

Luckily, Maria was waiting to lead you back to the castle in order for your weekly girl talk with the Queen. Using this opportunity as you’re walking away, Jaehyun rounds on Shotaro, already seeing the vampire visibly stiffen at the deathly gaze that is sent his way. In the blink of an eye, Jaehyun is in front of him, grasping the same hand Shotaro used to help you down from the horse.

“Scream, and I will end you,” Jaehyun seethes, not giving a second thought as he crushes Shotaro’s hand in his grip, hearing the bones snapping beneath the pressure. The tears he sees threatening to fall from this pest’s eyes only serve to widen the sadistic smile on Jaehyun’s face. “If you ever touch what’s mine again, your hand won’t be the only part of you I shatter. Do I make myself clear?”

“Y-yes, my Prince,” Shotaro stutters out, fear pouring off of him from every angle.

“Now, you better go get that hand of yours fixed up,” Jaehyun tilts his head slightly, a malicious gleam in his eyes. “We wouldn’t want any bones to set and start healing in the wrong place, now would we?”

“N-no, my Prince,” he shakes his head, clutching his broken hand to his chest as soon as Jaehyun releases his grip.

“Good,” Jaehyun hums, a dark expression taking over his features. “Now, get out of my sight.”

Immediately, Shotaro flees the scene, fearing the Prince might inflict more of his wrath upon him. How you haven’t noticed Jaehyun’s eccentric behaviour yet is a mystery. Then again, he purposely keeps you blind to everything bad about his personality, only willing to show you the good parts. Those good parts which are only reserved for you.

Meanwhile, you have just been softly conversing with Maria as she walks with you back up to the castle from the stables. It’s then that you realize that you’ve been walking alone with her for the past two minutes, causing your brow to furrow slightly.

“Where’s Jaehyun?” You verbalize your thoughts, and just as you’re about to turn around to look for him, you feel his comforting hand on the small of your back.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, I had to check up on something back at the stables,” his smile is dazzling and you can’t help but nod your head in understanding as you smile back at him.

Naturally, your arm slides around his, the two of you walking comfortably back into the castle with Maria at your heels. Soon enough, the two of you enter the throne room, a large smile breaking out onto your features as you greet the Queen. A smile which Jaehyun wants only for himself.

“Are you finally going to join us today, Jaehyunnie?” Cathy asks, standing from her seat and making her way towards the two of you.

“Oh, I’d love that,” you look towards him with a hopeful expression, eyes wide.

“Not today, unfortunately,” the look you’re giving him almost makes him change his mind immediately, the pout causing him to gently cup your cheek in his hand, running his thumb over your skin. “Maybe next time.”

“Alright,” you sigh, slightly disappointed. You love spending time with him, almost as much as he does with you. “You promise?”

“I promise,” he smiles, placing a gentle kiss onto your forehead as he reluctantly steps aways from you, only to see his mother observing him carefully. “I’ll see you at dinner.”

“Okay,” you respond, eyes following his figure as he turns and walks out of the room, gaze lingering ever so slightly on the doors even after they’ve closed behind him.

“Ready to go, dear?” Cathy’s voice manages to pull you out of your daze, you nodding in the next moment and following her out into the gardens for your weekly girl talk session.

The afternoon passes with the two of you conversing about how you’re liking staying at the palace so far. You tell her honestly that you’re having a wonderful time, and that everyone seems so nice, except for the odd few who seem to avoid you like the plague. She seemed to only hum in response at that, though you’re not quite sure why.

“How’s your family? Have you been writing to them like I suggested?” Cathy sips her drink, looking at you expectantly.

“Oh, I completely forgot,” you meant to send them a letter last week after she had suggested it, but you got caught up in the plans Jaehyun had made in the afternoon that you forgot all about it. Besides, he didn’t quite look too enthused when you mentioned writing to them, but that could just be your faulty memory. “I should write them today, I do miss them greatly.”

“Would you like to visit them?”

“I’d love to,” you smile softly, not believing it to be possible. “But-“

“Excellent! I’ll make arrangements for you to visit them tomorrow,” Cathy interjects, a chipper expression on her face.

“I don’t know how to thank you enough,” at this point you know not to question her decisions.

“Nonsense,” she places her hand gently on top of yours which has been resting on the table between the two of you. “It’s the least I can do. After all, with how much you talk about your family, I can tell they’re important to you.”

“They are,” you confirm, looking over to meet her fond gaze.

“You have a kind heart, (Y/n),” she hums, shifting her gaze to look out over the garden. “Guard it well.”

You can only smile in return, thoughts running wild as to you finally being able to go visit your mother and your sister since you first arrived at the palace two months ago. Finally, you’ll be able to catch up with them and tell them all about what’s been going on in your life. Maybe if you’re lucky, you can introduce Jaehyun to them as well.

That evening, after Jaehyun has bid you a goodnight, he storms into his mother’s chambers. Throwing the doors open, a loud bang reverberates throughout the room, a few passing servants looking on in fear. Sending a dangerous look their way, Jaehyun manages to scare them off before rounding on his mother.

“You promised to let her see her family tomorrow?” He seethes, voice booming as there’s no fear you may overhear. After all, your room is all the way on the opposite side of the castle.

“Oh, Jaehyunnie, what a pleasant surprise for you to drop by to finally come visit your dear mother,” she feigns interest, sparing him a side glance before going back to her nightly routine.

“Spare the small talk, mother,” he spits, brows furrowed in anger. “Why would you do something like this?”

“Are you that obsessed with isolating the poor girl?” Cathy hums, tilting her head questioningly at her son. “She needs to socialize with other people, she can’t just stay around you the whole time.”

“I’m the only one she needs,” his voice is low, a growl threatening to rise up his throat. “The only one she’ll ever need.”

“You do not own her,”

“I know,” he snaps. “I’ve worked too damn hard to let her go now.”

“You have a lot to realize before you should even think about calling her yours,” Cathy states, hearing her son let out the growl that he had been holding back this whole time. She only looks amused by his reaction. “You cannot control her.”

“Everything’s gone according to plan thus far,” he retorts, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Besides a few minor set backs which have been disposed of.”

“Ah, yes,” she muses. “I’d appreciate if you stopped mutilating my servants, let alone killing them.”

“It’s no less than they deserve,” he counters.

“And what does your beloved think about that side of you?”

A brief moment of silence settles around the room, speaking volumes in Cathy’s eyes, until he breaks it.

“She doesn’t know,” Jaehyun watches his mother move around her room carefully, eyes narrowed in distaste. “She never will."

“My child, there will come a day when her eyes are opened to see your true colours,” Cathy warns, pausing in her step to turn and look down upon Jaehyun with her nose upturned. 

“Is that a threat, mother?” His eyes hold a crazed look in them at the mere idea of you finding out the truth. Hell, even the thought of you being taken away from him sets his instincts into overdrive, causing his eyes to bleed red and another growl to escape his throat.

“It’s not a threat if I only speak the truth,” she replies calmly, only causing his anger to flare more than it already has. “Do not expect her to return with you after visiting her family tomorrow. I have been keeping in touch with them regarding this entire situation and they know the lengths you are willing to go to ensnare her. The lengths you have already gone. I don’t know what you told Minho to tell her mother that first day that has her so terrified of the consequences, but her sister, Lori, was it? She seems to have a level head on her shoulders.”

Jaehyun’s blood boils, eyes filling with fury as they remain red, “you’ve been doing what?”

“Warning them about you and devising a plan to free the lovely Miss (Y/n) from your clutches,” her brow quirks as she watches her son fume before her very eyes. 

“I’ll kill them if they so much as even try,” he hisses, chest heaving with every breath as he is thrown into this situation. He’s come this far, there’s no way he’s letting you go now.

“Not if I have anything to do with it,” Cathy’s voice is steady, firm in her command of the room. “Enough blood has already been spilt on your account.”

“Clearly, there hasn’t been enough,” Jaehyun growls, eye flashing once more at his mother.

Rising to her full height, the Queen does not take the underlying threat from her son lightly, “you dare threaten me? Let’s not forget who brought you into this world and who taught you all that you know. Be careful, boy, lest your ambitious lust go to your head.”

“I don’t care who you may be to me, mother,” he seethes, straightening his back and matching her ferocity with his own, “but if you so much as even attempt to take what’s mine away from me, I’ll kill you.”

Without another word between them, Jaehyun is storming out of his mother’s room, leaving her standing with a shocked expression on her face. Never, in all of her long years of putting up with his antics has she ever seen him look this serious, this deadly about something in her life. Her worry only grows for you as she thinks of what he may have in store for you in the future. Going forward, she’ll have to be extra cautious, preparing herself for whatever her son has planned to come.

The next morning, you wake up bright and early, excited to finally go visit your family again after being away from them for so long. You hardly got any sleep at all last night, considering how excited you are. Being able to catch them up to everything going on in your life will be like a dream come true, and besides, you never did get your clothes from your mom that she promised to send to the palace, and you really miss your favourite sweater.

“You’re awfully happy this morning,” Maria comments as she does your hair for the day.

“I am,” you agree. “I haven’t seen my family in months and I can’t wait to introduce them to Jaehyun.”

“That’ll be lovely!” Maria replies, though you catch her grimace in the mirror.

“What is it?” You question, eyes wide with concern.

“Nothing to worry yourself about,” she tells you, shrugging off your inquiries.

“Clearly it’s something,” you counter, to which she sighs.

“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but the Prince will not be joining you right away this morning,” Maria admits, to which your expression drops slightly.

“Oh,”

“But don’t worry! He told me to tell you that he’d be along as soon as he can,” Maria continues, giving your shoulders a quick rub in encouragement. “He just has a few things to tend to first. You know, political duties and such.”

“I understand,” you nod, still visibly disappointed you won’t be arriving at the same time, nor travelling together this morning.

“Come on, dear, let’s get you changed,” she gives your shoulders one final pat before leading you to the closet to finish getting you ready for the day.

After a quick breakfast with the Queen, you’re being ushered into the back of a car to head back home for the day. The whole car ride over feels like an eternity, the scenery not being able to distract you one bit. 

Restless wouldn’t even begin to be able to describe you, your eyes flitting everywhere inside the car, then out the window, only to repeat the same process over and over again. Even your leg hasn’t stopped bouncing in anticipation, fingers toying with the edge of your shirt just to have something to do.

Eventually, after what feels like hours to you, you arrive in a familiar neighbourhood. Once the car is parked, you step out onto a familiar driveway, a smile gracing your features as you breathe in the fresh air. The driver has only been instructed to drop you off since Jaehyun will be by later, accompanied by Minho to take you back to the palace. Once he sees you’re safe, he’s starting the engine once more and pulling out of the driveway. This way you can have some privacy before the Prince arrives. Cathy made sure of that.

Making your way up your front porch, there’s a slight spring to your step, pushing open the front door in the next moment and calling out a cheerful ‘I’m home’! Oh, how good it feels, too.

“(Y/n)?” You hear your mother’s voice sound from the kitchen before her head is peeking out from the doorway, eyes wide with disbelief. “Is that you?”

“Hey, mom,” you greet, kicking off your shoes and running over to embrace her, her arms already spread open in anticipation.

“It’s so good to see you again, sweetie,” she says, hugging you even closer than before, almost as if she’s afraid you’ll disappear in a moment’s notice. “When the queen sent notice last night of you coming to visit this morning, I could hardly believe it.”

“More like you couldn’t believe it,” Lori’s voice sounds from the entranceway behind you, causing a large grin to spread on your face as you turn around to face your younger sister. “Where’s the Prince? I’m surprised you two aren’t joined at the hip.”

You roll you eyes at this, “it’s lovely to see you, too, Lori. I’ve missed you so much.”

She merely sticks her tongue out at you in response, coming over to squish you in a hug in the next second. “Yeah, yeah, I missed you, too.”

Despite her grumbling, you can tell she means what she says, if the tightness of her hug is anything to go by. You can tell she’s also missed teasing you, just as you’ve missed teasing her.

“If you must know,” you say, pulling away from Lori after a long hug. “Jaehyun will be coming by later, he’s just got a few things to attend to first. He sends his regards, though, for the time being.”

“Wow, first name basis with the Prince,” Lori whistles lowly. “That’s a shocker considering I’ve heard that he doesn’t let just anyone call him that.”

“Lori,” your mother shoots a warning look at your sister.

“What? It’s the truth,” she shrugs, only causing you to chuckle.

“Well, we are pretty close,”

“I’ll say,” Lori hums. “Speaking of, has he ever told you why he chose you, or how he even found out about you in the first place?”

“Lori, my word,” your mother shoots her another look, as if to tell her to quit while she’s ahead.

“Mom, it’s okay,” you chuckle, voice nothing but reassuring. “I always knew my little sister was concerned for me, no matter how badly she tries to hide it. As a matter of fact, yes. I have asked him before.”

“And?” She motions with her hand for you to continue.

“He told me that one day while he was out he saw me and overheard the conversation I was having with Jaemin - remember how we always banter back and forth?” Seeing her nod, you continue, “anyways, he apparently appreciated my wit and humour and decided to learn more about me. Well, here we are.”

The smile you send your mother and sister only serves to unnerve them slightly. They’ve been told not to tell you that Jaemin has gone missing since you’ve left for the palace.

“You believe him?” Lori gives you a ‘really’ look, brow quirked in disbelief.

“I have no reason not to,” you shrug.

By now, the two of you have sat down at the kitchen table, your mother busy with preparing lunch for all of you.

“You know how crazy that sounds, though, right?” She goes on to say. “After eavesdropping on your conversation he suddenly wants you to move to the palace so he can make you his wife? That’s very strange.”

“I mean, I was a little weirded out at first, but after he explained himself I felt better,” you say, leaning back slightly in your chair in order to relax. “I trust him.”

At your words, Lori only seems even more suspicious, your mother distracting you long enough for her to hide her concern.

“That’s nice, dear,” she smiles at you. “You must really like him, then.”

You hum in agreement, “I really do.”

“So,” your mother begins, sitting down to join you two at the table as the food heats up on the stove, “tell us everything.”

It takes you about an hour and a half to explain everything that’s happened to you since your arrival at the castle all those weeks ago. The whole while, your mother and sister listen patiently to what you have to say, chiming in here and there with little comments of their own. Your mother seems happy for you, but you can tell your sister isn’t all that convinced. Her comment about the Prince not being everything he seems to be certainly is enough to rub you the wrong way, putting a slight damper on your mood the longer you spend at home.

“All I’m just saying is that he seems too nice, from what you’re telling me,” her eyes hold the same suspicion you can hear clearly in her voice.

“He’s given me no reason to suspect otherwise,” you counter, a slight furrow to your brows.

“Yet he’s never once suggested visiting us, and when you do, he’s nowhere to be found,” Lori quirks a brow at you.

“It’s not his fault he has duties to attend to,” you defend him, upset that your sister doesn’t seem nearly as happy for you as you thought she’d be.

“Does he always have ‘duties’ to attend to when there’s something you want to do?” A knowing look is sent your way, as if she already knows how you’re going to answer. “If you’re always alone there, then why don’t you just come home? It sounds to me like you’d be better off that way, anyways.”

“No!” You immediately counter, crossing your arms in front of your chest, hurt that your own sister would even suggest something like this. “That’s not the case. He’s been nothing but caring and respectful towards me since I got there. I don’t expect him to wait on me hand and foot all the goddamn time. It’s nice having some space every once in a while, too.” You can tell you’ve momentarily stunned her with your answer as she looks at you, dumbfounded. Taking this opportunity, you continue, “if all you’re going to do is shit on my happiness, then I won’t bother to come home at all. I care about him and I know he cares about me, and all you’re doing is making your jealousy clear. I don’t want to move back home, I want to stay with him. I-“ you swallow, gathering your courage to utter your next words, “I’m in love with him.”

A soft gasp leaves your mother’s lips, “sweetie.”

“What?” You turn your attention to look at her, noticing how she’s already staring at you with an unreadable expression on her face, your sister sitting frozen in her spot at your admission.

“You love him,” comes your sister’s voice. Not a question, but a mere statement of facts, of which causes you to gape slightly before closing your mouth and steadying yourself. You let out a breath that you didn’t realize you’d been holding.

“I do,” you confirm, staring both women down as they stare back at you. Your mother with a dumbfounded expression, your sister with a stern gaze that feels as if it’s boring into your soul.

A moment of silence passes over the three of you as they let your confession sink in, only interrupted by a soft knock at the door.

“I’ll get it,” your mother sighs, heading towards the front door to see who it could be.

“He has you wrapped around his finger, doesn’t he?” Lori sighs, causing whatever last thread of patience you had to snap at her remark.

Your snappy retort dies in your throat as soon as you hear a familiar masculine voice coming from the front door, Jaehyun politely introducing himself to your mother after being invited inside.

“Speak of the devil, and he shall appear,” Lori mutters, shaking her head.

In an instant, you’re standing, the scraping of your chair against the floor enough to cause Lori to look up at you in surprise at the sudden action. You say nothing as you head out of the kitchen and towards the front door, Lori following shortly afterwards with a frown prominent on her face.

To everyone’s surprise, you start to slip on your shoes. Out of the corner of your eyes, you see Minho shoot you a worried look while your mother and sister share a glance. However, none look as concerned as Jaehyun does right now.

“Is everything alright?” He asks lowly, hand finding purchase on your lower back as you right yourself after fixing your one shoe.

“Fine,” you respond shortly, to the surprise of everyone in the room. “Thanks for lunch, mom. It was really nice seeing you again.”

You move over to give her a brief hug. It takes her a moment to return it, unsure of what exactly has transpired in the past minute to have you rushing out of the door so soon. You seemed so excited for them to meet the Prince earlier, so this only serves to increase her worry.

“Of course, dear,” she answers. “Is everything okay?”

You pull away, giving her a tight smile, “just a bad headache, is all.”

“Are you sure you don’t just want to lie down for a bit? You just got here,” she frowns, worry evident on her features along with a hint of what looks like sadness.

“I’m sure,” you reply, sending her a weak smile in return. 

One thing you’ve always been horrible at is hiding your emotions. Anyone can read them clear as day on your face, especially right now. That’s one thing Jaehyun has learned about you during your stay at the palace, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t find out what happened. For now, he’ll simply go along with your wishes, playing the part of the concerned lover. Good thing, too, otherwise if a moment longer had passed, he probably would have torn Lori’s head from her shoulders for causing you such distress.

Even though he’s only just entered the house, he’s been outside far longer than any of you have suspected. Of course he overheard what the three of you had been talking about, and your family’s attitudes certainly rubbed him the wrong way. He knows his own mother definitely has something to do with the way Lori is acting. Thank fuck she won’t be a problem any more.

The only good thing his mind has latched onto at the moment is your loving confession. He has to remind himself to stay in control of his emotions for the time being, lest he want his plans to be ruined. After all, things are going far better than he could have ever hoped on this end.

“Okay, sweetie, if you’re sure,” even though she doesn’t look convinced, she doesn’t push the issue. “Come and visit again soon!”

“We will,” you give her another small smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

Giving one final nod to your mother, you hardly even spare Lori a final glance as you bid her farewell, the both of them waving goodbye to you from the front porch. Once seated in the backseat of the car beside Jaehyun, you let out a sigh.

“Is everything okay, Princess?” His voice holds nothing but concern as he motions for Minho to raise the privacy screen.

You finally meet his gaze, and he curses whoever was the one to cause you pain, “honestly, not really.”

He shifts closer, placing a comforting hand on your knee, “did you want to talk about it?”

A few moments pass by in silence as you attempt to calm yourself down. Taking a deep breath, you meet his gaze once more.

“She called you a devil,” he inhales sharply at your words, feigning shock. “And I know how much you hate that word, let alone being called such a thing. I just couldn’t sit there and listen to any more of Lori’s bullshit slander of you.”

“I see,” he says, lips tugging downwards in a frown. On the inside though, he’s surprised that you even remembered him telling you that offhandedly one of the first times you went horseback riding together. It warms his heart that you would remember a detail like that of himself. Though, this only serves to confirm to him even further that you’re perfect for each other.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize for your family’s behaviour. “I just couldn’t stand how she was talking about you, or the fact that I felt like they were invalidating my feelings.”

“It’s not your fault,” he assures you, shifting so that his hand can now gently stroke your back as you lean forward to rest your elbows on your knees.

“I was looking forward to you meeting them, too,” you pout, disappointment clear in your voice. “I’m sorry about that.”

“It’s alright, Darling,” he sends you a reassuring smile. “If I’m being completely honest, I’m kind of glad we left early. I don’t think I would have had the heart to be proper company to your loved ones.”

This time, it’s your turn to look at him in concern, “is everything okay?”

“Not really,” he shoots you a weak smile, his facade cracking just as he had planned from the moment you decided to leave your house as soon as he had arrived. “No.”

“What’s wrong?” You cup his cheek tenderly, and he leans into your touch, briefly closing his eyes as he revels in the way your skin feels against his, though you take it as him seeking comfort for whatever it is he’s about to tell you.

“It’s my mother,” he pauses, swallowing a fake lump in his throat. “She’s been murdered.”

“Oh my god,” a gasp escapes your lips, a hand coming up to cover your mouth in shock.

“I was only just informed minutes before I arrived at your house,”

“Oh, Jaehyun,” your eyes hold nothing but sorrow as you embrace him, “I’m so sorry.”

“You’re doing an awful lot of apologizing today for things that aren’t your fault,” he comments, wrapping his arms securely around your waist as he pulls you closer into his chest.

“Still,” you whisper into his neck, “I’m sorry for your loss. Your mother was a wonderful person.”

A hum is all you receive in response, his grip tightening ever so subtly around you as he feels you start to shake slightly. He knew the two of you were close, but he wasn’t expecting you to shed actual tears when you learnt his mother had passed. Perhaps it’s the combination of emotions from your family mixed with this sudden news that has you curled up in his arms, seeking his comfort as much as you are comforting him. Either way, he’ll use this to his advantage, loving the feeling of having you pressed so close to him, clinging onto him like he’s the only one you’ll ever need.

Quietly, he shushes you, telling you that it’ll be alright. You’re quite surprised at how well he’s taking all of this, though you can tell he’s glad for the comfort you provide him during this time. However, what you fail to see is Jaehyun glancing briefly towards the window, eyes flashing as he catches his reflection in the glass. A look of smug content resides on his features as he continues to stroke your back in comforting circles.

You manage to fall asleep about halfway through the car ride back to the castle. Your head is resting on Jaehyun’s lap as he gently strokes his hand over your hair. A smile pulls at his lips when he hears you hum in content, shifting yourself closer to him in response.

Growing up the way he did, getting everything he ever wanted or could ever ask for, and hardly ever receiving punishments for his actions, he’s used to others shouting and crying about how unfair he can be. The amount of people he’s seen beg for their life with tears in their eyes has never made him blink one time. However, seeing you this upset, with tears in your eyes has made him promise himself to never see you cry again. You’re the only person in this universe he cannot stand to see in pain, and he will do anything and everything in his power to make sure that this never happens again. You deserve nothing but happiness, of which he knows only he can give you.

The news of the Queen’s death spreads throughout the nation like wildfire. Many demand answers as to how something like this could have happened, as well as who would do such a thing. Luckily, Jaehyun had prepared for this. A few servants, both human and vampire alike, that had tested his patience for far too long took the fall, information leaking that the murder was an inside job long planned out by said servants.

Jaehyun played his part well, condemning the criminals for their vile acts and taking his precious mother away from him, as well as the precious matriarch away from the citizens. The best part is that you were there the whole time comforting him and making sure he was okay. 

Those were some of the best days for him, being able to stay by your side nearly twenty-four seven, being able to hold you in his arms as you slept beside him. Fuck, he can never get enough of you: your soft skin beneath his fingertips, the way your body feels pressed against his own, the way you stood by him and offered him condolence when he needed it, and especially the way you smell. There were a few times he nearly went feral during the night due to your scent spiking with arousal. He could tell you were having some pretty nice dreams about him, for the one time you moaned his name in your sleep, nearly driving him insane.

He only wishes he had done this sooner, maybe then your sister wouldn’t be even more suspicious towards him. The letters from her only seemed to increase after his mother’s death, but he has no time for them, nor does he even want to entertain them. Maybe then he can finally have you all to himself without worrying about what your stupid brat of a younger sister might do to take you away from him. No matter, he’ll make sure to dispose of her soon, if she doesn’t stay in line.

Approximately two weeks after his mother’s funeral, Jaehyun takes you on a small picnic beneath the willow tree that overlooks the gardens. The place is secluded enough that you know you won’t be disturbed. After all, after the commotion of the past few weeks, it’s nice to just get away for a while, especially with just the two of you.

Currently, his head is resting in your lap, the two of you finally able to relax and enjoy each other’s company without interruptions. Glancing down, Jaehyun catches your gaze.

“Have I told you how beautiful you look today yet?” He smiles softly up at you as he watches the evening sun kiss your skin.

“Hmm,” you pretend to ponder his question, gazing out over the gardens as you teasingly tap your chin. “I don’t think you have.”

“It’s a shame, then,” he clicks his tongue, shaking his head slightly. “All the stars in both heaven and on earth could never compare to your beauty.”

The way he looks at you, like you’re his entire world, sets your heart racing in your chest. You bite your lip, looking away bashfully.

Sitting up, he lets out a small chuckle at your reaction. How can you be so cute?

“Don’t hide that pretty face from me, Darling,” cupping your chin gently in his hand, he turns your head to face him, noticing how you avert your gaze slightly in embarrassment. Pride swells in his chest as he knows only he can get a reaction like this out of you. Only he can make you feel this way. “From the moment I first laid eyes on you, I knew you were the one for me.”

“Jae,” the whisper of his name from your lips sends a shiver down his spine.

“Getting to know you over these past few months has only confirmed my first thought I had of you,” he tells you, stroking his thumb slowly over your bottom lip as you watch him carefully.

“Oh?” Your gaze becomes hooded as you watch him, his own eyes focussed on the way his thumb is caressing your lip. “What might that be?”

“You’re perfect,” his voice is low, seductive, as he moves his hand to the back of your neck, thumb now stroking the nape.

“You must not have met many good people, then,” you lightly joke, the corner of your lip twitching upwards as your eyes flick to his lips, noticing how the space between the two of you grows ever smaller by the second.

“No,” he replies softly, “I haven’t.”

Your hand comes up to cup the side of his face, thumb rubbing his cheek tenderly as the two of you continue to stare into each other’s eyes. A moment of silence passes between the two of you before Jaehyun is breaking it.

“Can I kiss you?”

“I thought you’d never ask,”

You barely have time to finish your words when his lips are on yours, the hand he has placed on the back of your neck pulling you in closer. His touch is soft, lips delicate over your own, as if you’re the finest piece of glass that needs to be handled with the utmost care. Your eyes flutter shut.

This tender moment is enough to steal your breath away, something that Jaehyun never fails to do when you’re alone with him. How you got him of all people to fall for you is still a wonder, of which everyday you’re thankful for. Ever since he’s come into your life, you’ve never been happier. Each day with him is another where he makes you feel special. He cherishes you, just as you have come to cherish him, but more than all of that, he makes you feel loved.

Pulling away, he rests his forehead on yours, the hand on the back of your neck holding you in place as your eyes open to see him already gazing at you fondly.

“Like I said,” he breathes. “Perfect.”

“I could say the same about you,” you hum, pecking his lips once more and causing him to smile.

He hums back, content with how this evening is going so far, and with one final lingering kiss to your lips, he pulls away from you, albeit a bit reluctantly. If he’s honest with himself, he’s a bit nervous. The question he’s been meaning to ask you this entire evening sits at the tip of his tongue, unwilling to actually be formed into the proper words.

“I love you,” this is not the first time he’s told you this, but it still sets your heart aflutter. Maybe this time will be the time you say it back.

“I know,” you hum, lips tugging upwards as your eyes reflect the same love and want shining in his own.

“Even though we haven’t know each other all that long, no one makes me feel the way that you do,” he begins, again, somewhat nervously. You take his one hand into yours, letting him know he can take all the time he needs to in order to form the words he wants to say to you. “You mean the world to me, and I don’t know what I’d do without you in my life. I know it sounds ridiculous, but my life changed the day you stepped through those palace doors, and I wouldn’t want it any other way. You’ve changed my life for the better; you make me want to be a better man.”

“Jaehyun,” his name is but a whisper on your lips as he pulls out a ring from his pocket.

“Will you do me the honour of becoming mine?” He asks, gaze locking on yours as your hands come up to cover your mouth in shock. 

All you can do at the moment is nod your head, a large smile breaking out onto your face before it morphs into a slight smirk as he slides the ring on your finger. “Does this mean I get to call you mine?”

“You can call me whatever you’d like,” he grins, eyes hooded as he pulls you onto his lap to admire the ring now glinting on your finger. “My perfect bride.”

Your giggle is like music to his ears as he pulls you in for another kiss. This one is more heated, full of passion and longing with an undertone of a promise of what is still yet to come. 

Jaehyun could not be happier than he is in this moment with you. Everything has gone according to plan, and soon, he’ll get to call you his wife. Not that you would have had a choice in the matter, even if you had denied him. Now, you’re his, indefinitely, and nothing can change that. Now, he’s never letting you go.

As the sun begins to set in the distance, it’s your turn to rest your head on his thigh. He’s currently feeding you some red grapes, of which he’s been told are your favourite.

“What else we got?” You ask after a having a few more grapes.

“Hmm, let’s see,” he digs through the basket, pulling out and listing the different food options. “Why, do you not like the grapes?”

“I do, don’t get me wrong,” you smile reassuringly at him. “I’m just not the biggest fan of red grapes.”

“I thought they were your favourite,” Jaehyun replies, a small frown pulling at his features. Who was it again that told him that red grapes were your favourite? Ah, that’s right, Ben. If he had known they weren’t your favourite he would have never even dreamed of having them packed for you.

“Nah,” you scrunch your nose slightly while shaking your head. Jaehyun would think it’s cute were not for the situation he finds himself in. “Green grapes are where it’s at.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he smiles, though you don’t registered how it looks slightly forced.

Shooting him a smile back, the two of you turn your attention back to the sunset before you, making small comments here and there about the way the light reflects off of the surrounding areas. You feel completely at peace. Jaehyun on the other hand, is suffering from inner turmoil at this mistake. Something that is so small could have meant a world of difference to you, and the last thing he wants is to screw things up this far into your relationship. How is he supposed to be the perfect lover if he can’t even get your favourite foods correct?

The moment he bids you a goodnight and your door shuts behind him that evening, he’s speeding to the kitchen. The staff, whom had been finishing up for the day are startled by his sudden appearance. Immediately, they bow in respect, a few of the cook’s nerves spiking in fear that what they had prepared this evening did not please him.

“Where’s Ben?” His voice booms throughout the room, eyes deadly as they scan the area for the aforementioned man. 

“He’s just gone to dispose of the trash, Your Highness,” one of the cooks tells him.

“How fitting,” he muses, already thumbing the coin in his pocket which he had grabbed from the cellar on the way here.

The side door to the kitchen creaks slightly when it opens, a lanky man walking through in the next moment. Sensing the tension in the kitchen, he freezes, the door falling shut behind him. Noticing Jaehyun standing at the opposite end of the counter, he immediately bows.

“Your Highness,” 

“Red grapes, huh, Ben?” At Jaehyun’s words, Ben stiffens, already knowing something must have gone wrong for the Prince to be in the kitchen this late.

The rest of the staff share brief glances towards one another in confusion as they watch the scene before them play out. None are willing enough to move for fear of the Prince’s wrath.

“Do you know what this is?” Though his voice is calm, Jaehyun is far from it, only able to maintain his composure due to the fear radiating off of everyone in this room. He loves knowing the power he holds over each one of their insignificant little lives.

Ben eyes the coin now poised in Jaehyun’s hand warily, the metal glinting ever so slightly in the light of the kitchen.

“A coin, Your Highness,” Ben answers as Jaehyun looks at him expectantly, obviously wanting more than just that as his answer. “The ones which you use to pay us.”

“Very good,” he feigns amusement, eyes narrowing harshly in the next moment. “Now tell me, what’s the point in paying you when you provide me with the wrong information?”

Ben looks stunned momentarily, “I’m sorry, I don’t follow.

“Red grapes, Ben,” Jaehyun tuts. “Red. Grapes.”

It seems as if something clicks in his mind, “oh, yes, (Y/n)’s fav-“

“You dare speak her name in my presence?” Jaehyun’s voice booms, a few of the younger staff now visibly shaking in fear at his outburst. “Do not taint my love’s name with your tongue.”

“My apologies-“

“Silence, you scum,” he hisses between clenched teeth. Jaehyun’s anger currently knows no bounds, only serving to worsen the longer he has to deal with this situation. Taking a breath, he seems to visibly calm down slightly before speaking once more. “Did you know, Ben, that she prefers green grapes over red ones?”

It is then that Ben realizes his mistake. The information he had gathered proving insufficient and false. He starts to shake, unsure of what is to become of him now.

“I’m sorry, my Prince, it will not happen again,”

“You’re right,” Jaehyun smirks. “It won’t. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have an engagement party to plan,” he turns to leave the kitchen, tossing the coin he’s holding in his hand in the air once before catching it between his fingers. “Oh, and somebody clean this mess up.”

In the blink of an eye, Jaehyun has flung the coin through Ben’s head, a dull thunk being the only sound heard as his now lifeless body falls to the floor. The whole kitchen remains silent, no one daring to even move a single muscle until Jaehyun has turned the corner, nothing but the coin embedded in the wall serving as a reminder of his presence mere moments ago.

The following week passes by in a blur to you, the whole castle bustling from the news of your confirmed engagement to the Prince. Now, there is cause for celebration instead of remaining in the period of mourning that had plagued the nation previously. You only wish his mother was still here to see it all.

You’ve planned to host an engagement party this coming Friday evening, and you can hardly wait. The two of you have been discussing plans for the event, and you don’t think you’ve smiled brighter than you have been these past few days. Jaehyun has been with you every step of the way, sharing in your excitement at the date grows near.

All too soon, the night of the party arrives and you’re dressed in the finest materials you’ve ever worn. Quite a few diplomats and vampires from surrounding kingdoms are coming to wish you a congratulations on your engagement to the Prince, and to say you’re nervous would be an understatement. You just hope you don’t make a fool of yourself in front of so many important people.

Jaehyun, on the other hand, cannot wait to show you off. Finally, he gets to profess his love for you in front of so many others, finally letting everyone know that you’re his and his alone. If anyone so much as dares to take you away from him, he’s prepared to do whatever it takes to keep you and make sure you never leave his side. Nothing, in all of the world, could tear the two of you apart.

Luckily, the evening goes by without a hitch, passing by much quicker than either of you two expect. Though, you have to say, you’re glad. With the way he’s been looking at you all night, the end of the party could not have come sooner.

Making your way back to your room, you think back to the events of the evening. A smile tugs at your lips as you recall the way the two of you danced, the way he held you close in his arms and made you feel loved. You couldn’t ask for a better man to have come to sweep you off of your feet. You only hope that the night doesn’t end here, and from the dark look you still see swimming in his eyes, you have a feeling that it’s only just begun.

With the way Jaehyun has been looking at you this entire evening, you swear he wants to eat you whole. His eyes are dark, a smirk on his lips as he backs you into the wall of your room, hands finding purchase on your hips as he leans into your neck, inhaling deeply.

“Fuck, you smell so good,” he breathes, eyes fluttering closed in bliss as he allows your scent to cloud his mind. A growl escapes him, finally allowing himself to indulge his fantasies, revelling in everything you. “All mine.”

You cannot deny the way your heart positively flutters at his words, and from the way his grip tightens, you can tell he is enjoying each and every one of your reactions. After weeks of tensions rising, interrupted moments and longing glances sent each other’s way, you know what you want, and you what you want, is him. Badly. 

“I hope you don’t mind, Princess,” his voice is low, nose ghosting over the skin of your neck until his lips come to rest right beside your ear, “but tonight,” he hisses as you pull him closer, “tonight, I’m going to make you mine.”

Bringing his lips to yours, he steals a kiss, loving the way you hum approvingly in response. He loves all the reactions you’re giving him, he thinks they’re so cute. The way your heart is racing in your chest, excitement rolling off of you in waves, sets his own dead heart racing. He can smell your arousal building, a fact which only makes his chest swell, a growl of approval building from deep within.

He could get lost in you. The feeling of your lips on his, your scent, your touch. Everything about you drives him wild, and tonight, he finally gets to show you exactly what you mean to him. He’ll treat you like the royalty you are; whom you are meant to be.

Breaking the kiss, he leans back slightly to rest his forehead on yours, staring deeply into your eyes. You can see the love he has for you shining in them, along with the lust and desire swirling within his irises.

“I’m addicted to you,” voice nothing but a whisper, he cups your cheeks in his hands, “I can never get enough.”

“Then don’t,” your soft reply has his eyes widening slightly. “Because I don’t think I could ever love another as much as I love you.”

He swears his dead heart has once again stopped beating in his chest as he lets your words sink in. You love him. You finally told him that you love him.

A smile breaks out onto his face as he claims your lips with his own. You love him, and that’s all he’s ever wanted. Everything he could have ever asked for has just been granted to him. You’ve fulfilled his every wish, and tonight, he’s going to finally make you his, in every meaning of the word. Tonight, you’re his Queen, and his alone.

“Fuck, you don’t know how happy you’ve just made me, hearing you say that,” he says against your lips, needing to feel every inch of your skin beneath him soon, or he might just go crazy. Your giggle is music to his ears as he litters your face with kisses, “I love you.” He hums contently. “My Queen.”

Your breath hitches as you hear him call you that for the first time. You cannot deny the way your stomach clenches at hearing him call you that, and from the slight upturn of his lips, you know he heard your reaction loud and clear.

Feeling a surge of confidence wash over you, you look into his eyes once more, smirk dancing across your own lips. 

“Then fulfill your promise and make me yours,” you purr. “My King.”

A shiver runs down his spine at your words, and he cannot help the snarl that escapes him, “with pleasure.”

In the blink of an eye, he has you pinned on the bed, hovering over top of you as he trails his lips over the skin of your neck. Pinning your hands at the side of your head by your wrists, he takes this opportunity to start sucking marks into your skin, biting down occasionally. Although he doesn’t let his fangs out yet, he makes sure to leave his marks. He wants everyone in the kingdom to know that you’re his, that he’s finally claimed you for all to see.

The sound of tearing fabric registers in your mind, and you glance down to see that Jaehyun has torn both your dress and his shirt from this evening from your bodies, eyes drinking in every curve of your figure beneath him. His hands come up to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples as they harden from his touch.

“Beautiful,” he hums.

Giving your chest a slight squeeze, he emphasizes his approval, only serving to make you become bashful. In the next moment, you attempt to cover yourself with your arms, but he’s quicker. Grabbing your wrists, he pins them beside your head once more.

“Ah-ah,” he tuts, a gleam to his eyes, “don’t you dare hide from me.”

Before you can say anything in response, his lips are on yours as he successfully steals your breath away for the nth time that night. Ever so slowly, he parts from you, trailing kisses down your neck and to your chest, where his hands have returned to cupping your breasts gently. 

A shiver runs down your spine once you feel him take one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking lightly as his tongue flicks over the pert bud. His opposite hand works at the other, making sure neither goes untouched. Your satisfied hum is all he needs to hear to know you’re enjoying yourself so far. Smirking against your skin, he trails kisses from one breast to the other as he takes his time to make sure each gets the attention you deserve. By the time he’s done with you, you’ll be screaming his name in ecstasy all night long.

A hand in his hair catches his attention as you guide his head back up to yours, lips meeting in a heated kiss. He can never get enough of you: your taste, your touch, your everything, and he’ll take everything you’re willing to give him, and then some.

Slowly, he grinds himself into you, your legs parting naturally for him to fit between them. The gasp you let out when you feel his hard cock rubbing against your core is music to his ears.

“Feel that, baby?” He hums, nuzzling his nose against your neck and scenting you once more. “That’s all because of you. You have no idea what you do to me.”

The breathless whisper of his name you let out sends a shiver of pleasure down his spine. His one hand grips your thigh, pulling you against him as your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him in to kiss you again as he continues to grind himself into you.

Breaking away, he nips at the skin of your neck, trailing kisses down your body. The whole time, he mumbles against your skin about how he just needs to taste you, your panties being ripped off of your body not even a second later.

The full force of the scent of your arousal hits him as he settles between your legs, a pleased growl echoing from within his chest. He can already tell his eyes have bled red, your slight gasp confirming it when you meet his gaze.

Trailing kisses up your thighs, he notices how your chest rises and falls with each breath in anticipation. A smirk dances at his lips as he sees you close your eyes momentarily the closer to your entrance his mouth gets. 

Testing the waters, he licks a tentative strip up your core, watching your every reaction and drinking it in. Fuck, if you aren’t the best thing he’s ever tasted in his life, and he’s sure to let you know.

At his words, you cover your face in slight embarrassment, feeling every breath he makes hit your core and send little jolts throughout your entire body. From the chuckle you hear him let out, he knows exactly what he’s doing.

“No, no, no, none of that,” he reaches up and pulls your arm down so you’re no longer covering your face. You meet his gaze once more, and your heart nearly stops at the carnal hunger you can see shining within them. “I want you to watch me as I devour you.”

A moan slips passed your lips as you watch him bring a hand up to spread your lower lips, tongue slowly dragging through your folds all the while he stares deeply into your eyes. Every sound you make, every reaction, is his tonight, and his alone.

Wrapping his lips around your clit, he sucks a few times before flicking the sensitive nub with the tip of his tongue. He alternates between this and bringing his tongue down to circle your entrance before thrusting it in to collect your juices, massaging your inner walls at the same time. Like hell he’s going to let anything go to waste, not after he’s waited this long to finally have you all to himself.

Your hips start to move in time with his tongue, and he lets out a snarl as your hand comes to tangle in his hair, only serving to pull him closer into you. His tongue continues to work you up in every way he knows how, wanting you to know that only he can please you like this. Only he can make you feel this good.

His eyes never leave yours the whole time, even when he starts to pick up the pace. Every twitch of your inner walls lets him know he’s doing something right, taking the opportunity to slide a finger in using his free hand. Now, he focusses his tongue on your clit, licking and sucking as his finger massages your inner walls. The way you’re clenching around him only makes him that much more eager to finally be inside you after all this time.

By now, multiple curses and moans of his name have slipped past your lips, whines only serving to becoming louder as he adds a second finger. Each movement he makes is precise, and you can feel the pressure building with each moment that passes by. With each flick of his tongue, you swear it will be the push you need to fall over the edge, but he purposely slows his movements, wanting to keep you on the brink for as long as possible and prolong your pleasure. By the time he adds a third finger, you feel as if you’re just about ready to fall apart.

“That’s it, darling,” he coaxes, moving his fingers along your inner walls in time with each flick of his tongue, the pressure within you about to snap. “Let yourself go.”

His words are all you need to hear in order to feel yourself falling over the edge, your orgasm crashing into you as a scream of his name tears from your throat. A smirk on his lips is the first thing you see once your vision clears, chest heaving with each breath you take as he laps up every last drop of your essence with his tongue.

“Such a good girl for me,” he hums, removing his fingers in order to crawl up your body and place them at your lips. “Suck.”

Immediately, you part your lips, taking his fingers into your mouth and tasting yourself on them. A moan bubbles in your throat as your tongue swirls around his digits, echoed only by his own groan as he sees the blissful expression on your features.

Taking his fingers out of your mouth, he kisses you once more, pulling your body impossibly closer to his own. He needs to feel every inch of you pressed against him, not wanting to leave any part of your body unexplored this evening.

“Jaehyun,” his name falling from your lips is one of the best sounds he’s ever heard in his life, and he could never tire of it. “Please, I need you.”

Those words are all it takes for him to be ripping off his pants and lining himself up with your entrance. He can’t help but tease you a bit, dipping the head of his cock into your folds to collect your wetness before pulling back out again just to hear you whine. You’re so cute when you’re needy for him.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll make you feel so good,” his voice is a low drawl that sounds right beside your ear.

Your arms are already wrapped around his torso, nails digging into the skin of his back as you feel the need to bring him closer. The next thing you hear is him let out a small chuckle, feeling him beginning to stretch you out in the next second as he begins to push into you.

Your mouth falls open in a soundless gasp as you feel him stretching you out. His own breath falters as he feels your walls pulsing around him, the soft warmth of your flesh feeling as if it were made for him. Considering the fact that you two fit perfectly together, he swears that’s the case.

He has to remind himself not to move before you’re okay, every instinct in his body screaming at him to ravish you as soon as he’s seated in you fully. However, he’s in no rush tonight, wanting to take his time in order to make the sweetest love to your body. Something only he can do.

As soon as he sees you nod, he’s resting his forehead against yours as he pulls out slightly and gives a shallow thrust to start. His movements are slow, precise, each movement of his hips a sensual grind to make you feel every inch of him buried within you.

“I fucking love you, you know that?” His voice is rough, strained as he attempts to control himself for the time being. This is your first time together, and he wants to make sure it’s special for the both of you, something neither of you will forget. 

You let out a gasp at a particularly sharp thrust, “I love you.”

This is all he could have ever wanted, and more, as he begins to pick up his pace. His lips meet yours once more in a searing kiss, all of his passion, love, lust, and want for you being conveyed wordlessly through every movement he makes.

When his lips aren’t on yours, they’re sucking marks into the skin of your neck, teeth nipping at the skin shortly after. As he increases his pace, his one hand comes up to grab yours, fingers intertwining as the other grips your waist, holding you to him as close as possible. The way your free hand drags down his back, nails biting into his skin lets him know he’s doing all the right things. Your legs wrapping around his waist only serve to pull him that much closer into you, a pleased rumble escaping his chest.

Shifting slightly, he adjusts the angle he’s hitting you at, hearing your sharp intake of breath as he hits a specific spot inside you.

“Fuck, my King, right there,” your voice is desperate as it comes out, eyes closing in bliss as your head is thrown back.

The snarl that tears from his throat is feral, your words snapping any last bits of sanity he had left in his body as his hips snap into yours. 

“That’s it, Darling,” he growls, eyes bleeding red once more as he takes in the beautiful expressions you’re making for him, “let your King take care of his Queen.”

The hitch in your breath at his own words causes a tightening in his abdomen, and he knows he’s getting close. He has to remind himself that you’re still only human as his grip tightens on your hand and waist, not wanting to hurt you, but needing you to feel just how desperate he is for you. Everything about you drives him insane, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t treat you like the Queen you are.

With each thrust, he can feel your walls twitching around him, signalling that you’re getting closer to your second release of the night. Bringing his one hand down from your waist, he uses his thumb to circle your clit, feeling your whole body shudder beneath him as you near the edge.

“Come on, my Queen,” his chest rumbles in content each time he says those words, voice dangerously low. “Come with me. Come for your King.”

The way his thumb flicks at your clit, combined with his words and the angle he’s hitting inside of you is enough to push you over the edge for the second time that night. Seeing you shake beneath him in ecstasy, combined with the sinful way you’re moaning his name has him following shortly after, a loud cry of your own name escaping his lips.

Lazily thrusting into you a few more times as you both come down from your highs, he makes sure you’re okay before pulling out of you. In the blink of an eye, he’s got a damp washcloth ready in his hand, wiping you down gently while whispering soft praises in your ear, telling you how good you are for him, and how much he loves you. You can only smile softly in return, finally able to catch your breath once he returns from disposing of the washcloth.

Crawling into the bed, he tucks you both under the covers, pulling you close into his chest in the next moment. His hand strokes over your back gently as he places a tender kiss to your forehead.

“I love you,” he whispers. “My Queen.”

“And I love you,” you hum. “My King.”

Silence settles over the two of you as you each take comfort in the other’s embrace. Eventually, sleep overtakes you, leaving Jaehyun to watch over your sleeping figure with a smile on his face.

“Always and forever,” he whispers, allowing his eyes to close and his whole body to relax as he succumbs to his own darkness.

Dawn comes and Jaehyun manages to wake before you do, appreciating the way the morning light cascades over your naked form, painting you in golden hues for him to adore. His eyes trail over your back, tracing the curve of your spine as he remembers the events of last night. Licking his lips, he inhales the scents of the morning deeply, positively growling at the way you’re now covered in his scent.

As it should be. As it will always be. From this point onwards, you’re his and he’s yours, and last night serves as a confirmation of that fact. Now, you’ve given yourselves to each other, and all that’s left to do is set the date for the wedding.

A few minutes pass by with Jaehyun simply admiring you. Very lightly he traces his hand over your back, loving the way you shiver underneath his fingertips, for it only makes him recall how you were trembling beneath him in bliss merely hours before. He could stay like this with you forever, but unfortunately, he needs to attend to some final arrangements for the royal announcement of your wedding ceremony.

Letting out a small sigh, disappointed he has to leave you for the time being, he slides out of bed. The glint of the ring on your left hand in the morning light catches his gaze, only causing a small smile to form at his lips. Last night could not have been more perfect.

Moving as silently as he can so as not to disturb you, he exits your room.

It takes him longer than he would have liked to get ready that morning, his movements feeling a bit sluggish the more he has to move around. It’s almost as if his senses have dulled slightly for the time being, for his hearing isn’t as sharp as it usually is, nor his sense of smell. Perhaps these are simply side effects of his mood, for he knows when he’s overcome with emotions he can never think straight, let alone react in an orderly manner.

Making his way through the castle, he finally enters the throne room, having requested to meet Minho there to discuss everything that still needs to be done for the upcoming ceremonies. However, what he isn’t expecting to see is another person standing with their arms crossed in front of their chest beside a very nervous looking Minho.

“What is the meaning of this?” Jaehyun’s voice practically booms across the room, demanding their attention.

“Your Highness, I’ve been attempting to escort Miss Lori out of the castle and back to her home, but she simply will not go until she speaks with her older sister,” Minho explains, words coming out rushed as he looks towards Jaehyun frantically.

“Is there anything I can help you with? Your sister is currently still resting in her chambers,” Jaehyun continues to play the nice card. He’s gotten this far despite not needing anyone’s approval, but that still doesn’t mean he won’t try for you.

“Cut the bullshit, you’re not fooling me,” Lori narrows her eyes at him, only causing Jaehyun to raise his brows amusedly.

“Is there a reason that you’ve come to talk with your sister then?” Jaehyun asks, already bored with this conversation, yet still feigning interest and concern. Again, he’d do anything for you, even if it means something as trivial as this.

“I’ve come to collect my sister and take her back home,” Lori answers. “Away from you.”

Jaehyun’s expression falls, immediately darkening at the threat apparent in her voice, “I don’t think you understand the situation you’re in here.”

“No, I don’t think you understand your situation,” Lori counters, causing Minho to send her a look filled with nothing but distress. “I’ve seen through your little ‘nice guy’ act long ago thanks to your mother, and I’ve finally come to save my sister from whatever you plan to do to her. She’ll listen to me this time, she always has. I’m taking my sister back home with me, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

The confidence in which she says those words irritate Jaehyun to no end. Though, he supposes he finds this situation rather ironic, causing him to let out a few laughs in disbelief. How dare Lori threaten him of all people. Like she could ever do anything to tear the two of you apart now, considering what occurred last night. After all, the two of you are to be bonded for life.

“You came all this way to threaten me? Me, of all people?” He chuckles maliciously, shaking his head in disbelief. “You think I’m just going to let you waltz in here and steal what rightfully belongs to me? That I’d even let you near what’s mine?”

“Your threats don’t scare me, I know you won’t do anything to me,” Lori raises her chin in the air in defiance, a smug look resting on her face. Clearly the letters his mother had sent her are still giving her a false confidence on this matter.

In a flash, he’s in front of her, holding her in the air by her neck. The hold his hand has around her throat is firm enough for it to be a threat, but not hard enough to completely block her airway just yet. “You underestimate the lengths I am willing to go to keep what is mine. I’ve spent too long planning everything out and making sure things run smoothly in order for things to get where they are now. I’m not giving my love up so easily.”

“Then, obviously you wouldn’t harm her own sister!” She manages to choke out, gaze darting off to his right as if something, or someone has caught her eye. His grip only serves to tighten ever so slightly as his eyes flash red.

“Wouldn’t I?” He hums, tilting his head in false sympathy. “I mean, considering I disposed of my own mother who got in the way, what’s a measly little human girl compared to that?”

Minho can do nothing but watch as this event unfolds before his very eyes, taking a few steps back in order to give the Prince space to do what he has to. His own heart is pounding in his chest out of fear, so he can only imagine how Lori feels in this very moment.

“It’d be so easy for me to cover up your death, so don’t flatter yourself,” Jaehyun seethes, eyes crazed as he stares into hers. “I’ve done everything I can to rid myself of nuisances in my way. So, what’s one more?”

Shifting his predatory gaze, he locks eyes with Minho, waiting for the advisor to speak and confirm his words.

“Yes, Your highness, you’re correct,” Minho swallows nervously, he’s never seen Jaehyun like this before. The intense insanity in his eyes nearly has Minho stumbling over his own feet despite standing perfectly still. He knows something must have happened last night after the engagement party, otherwise there’s no way he would be looking like that right now.

“You’re nothing,” he hisses. “A measly little human whose life will end at the flick of my wrist, worth no more that the servants I’ve killed beneath my feet. Poor Greta, only wanted to warn the love of my life about me, and look what that got her,” he feigns a pout, “only her throat ripped out.”

Lori gasps, remembering how you mentioned to her that one of the servants you met on one of your first days here seemed to have suddenly disappeared, never to be seen again.

“Not to mention the countless other lives I’ve taken for even looking at my love the wrong way. Or maybe, perhaps I should say poor Ben, who only got his skull run through for providing the wrong information about my love’s favourite foods,” Jaehyun tuts, shaking his head. “Bastard could have ruined everything. Just as you are trying to do.”

Lori can feel the breath being squeezed out of her lungs as Jaehyun slowly crushes her airway. She attempts to claw at the hands around her neck to no avail, legs kicking out uselessly beneath her. 

“Don’t you ever think for one second I’d let you take away what I’ve worked so hard to achieve,” he spits, venom dripping from every syllable as he crushes her throat, bringing his other hand up and tearing her head off in the next moment in his anger. “Worthless scum.”

Lori’s head hits the floor with a loud thump, her blood pooling around her now discarded body as lifeless eyes stare up at Jaehyun in fear. He shakes his head in disgust, pulling out a handkerchief to wipe off the blood that had managed to get on his hands. 

“Clean this up,” he orders, turning to Minho to see him nod once in understanding.

Closing his eyes, he shakes his head. So much for his pleasant morning. 

Turning around, Jaehyun sighs, eyes still closed. His face is still contorted into an expression of annoyance, brow furrowed as he takes a deep breath. He can feel his whole body tense as he recognizes a familiar faint scent in the air.

Slowly, he opens his eyes, realizing in horror that you stand in the open doorway of the throne room. Your hands are both raised over your mouth, as if to cover a silent scream as tears stream down your face. He can feel his dead heart falter in his chest as he watches you. The fear you look at him with is something he never ever wanted to see from you, especially directed towards himself.

A few moments pass by with the two of you just silently observing the other. Jaehyun hates how it’s only now that he can seemingly hear the loudness of your racing heart, your scent becoming stronger the more time you spend staring at one another. All that he had worked so hard to create, everything he’s done to impress you, to woo you and make you fall in love with him, is now ruined. It’s only all confirmed when he sees you turn and attempt to run away from him.

In an instant, he’s run to you, caging you in his arms and holding you tightly. Your screams and protests are falling on deaf ears as he holds you to his chest. His attempts to quietly shush you and calm you down are not working, with you only seeming to struggle harder against him, spouting insults and curses at him. 

“Sweetheart, please,” he sighs, “I need you to calm down.”

“Calm down?” You’re hysterical at this point. “Calm down? You just murdered my little sister in front of my very eyes and you have the audacity to tell me to calm down?”

“I did it for us,” he replies calmly, voice sounding completely opposite to how he really feels inside at the moment. “She would have only gotten in the way.”

He’s not entirely sure how you managed to sneak up on him, but he assumes that he didn’t hear you due to his dull senses this morning. The fact that you’re covered in his scent is probably why he didn’t smell you right away, too. Either way, he’ll do his best to steer the conversation in a direction which suits him, considering he doesn’t exactly know how long you had been standing there for. However, your next words only serve to confirm just how long you had.

“And I suppose your mother, Greta, Ben, and who knows who else were all collateral, too?” You retort, anger and disgust shining in your eyes which only causes his grip to tighten ever so slightly around you.

“Yes,” he answers, but he isn’t stupid enough to believe you’ll willingly accept his reasonings. “They were. I don’t expect you to understand why I’ve done what I have yet, but if you think I’m ever going to let you go, you’re mistaken. And before you say you hate me, I just want you to think back on everything I’ve ever done for you since you’ve been here. I want you to remember all the moments we’ve shared together, especially the good ones. Especially last night,” a shiver runs down your spine as he whispers those words lowly in your ear before trailing his lips down your neck, pressing them against the same spot he did the previous evening. Your struggling lessens as he continues, “I’d never do anything to harm you, I think my actions towards you have shown that. I never wanted you to be scared of me. Why do you think I never showed you this side of me yet?”

“You really are a devil,” you spit, finally giving up your attempts to escape his hold for you know that it’s futile at this point. You’ve long been trapped in his clutches, you just only wish you’d realized it sooner.

“A devil who loves you,” he hums, nuzzling his face deeper into your neck and breathing in your combined scents. A shiver goes down his spine. At least now he doesn’t have to worry about hiding this side of himself from you any longer. Plus, you now know what he’s capable of; what he’s willing to do for you. What he’s always been willing to do for you. “I always get what I want, so don’t even think about leaving me. You sealed your fate the moment you agreed to become mine.”

“I hate you,”

He simply chuckles, “that’s not what you were saying last night.”

“Yeah, well, things change,” you reply, refusing to so much as look in his direction as he holds you from behind.

“That they do,” he hums once more, clearly amused by your stubbornness. In the next moment, his eyes are going dark, expression deadly serious as he turns you around to stare deeply into your eyes. A shiver goes down your spine. “One thing that hasn’t changed though, is the fact that whether you like it or not, you can never escape me. I love you, and I will always love you, so you better get used to that. After all, a King should never be without his Queen.”

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Hi its my First Time with a request and i am pretty shy + english isn't my First languege but i wanted some hc's with the dorm leaders and jamil watching a Classic Disney movie like watching the sleeping beauty with malleus or the Little Mermaid with Azul???

i will do jamil and kalim in the same paragraph so it doesnt go over my character limit!!

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle missed a lot on children’s movies because of... obvious reasons, so when you ask him to watch Alice in Wonderland with you he’s actually rather excited for it.

The way he watches it is very... earnest, if that makes sense? He takes the movie rather seriously. He gets you two snacks to eat while you watch it, even, fully intending to have a good time with you. It’s cute.

He thinks the movie is just fine. He finds the animation pretty and may comment on it a few times, though the protagonist does get on his nerves a bit, sometimes, and he doesn’t think the Queen of Hearts was all that bad, which is an opinion he’ll make sure you know.

Leona Kingscholar

It was definitely your suggestion. Leona complains about it but, well, it’s a low effort activity, and he knows he’ll end up falling asleep 1/4 into it anyways.

The songs annoy him. He’s just not a musical fan -- He’d be able to pay attention to the story better if they weren’t singing all the damn time, he says.

Doesn’t actually fall asleep during it because Scar’s plot grabs his attention. He’s surprised to see him kill someone onscreen when it’s a children’s movie, and then he’s grumbling about how it made no sense how the kingdom withered away just because of Scar being king, then heals because Simba comes back. That’s ridiculous and bad storytelling.

Azul Ashengrotto

When you invite him to watch a movie like that, he’s kind of skeptical about whether he’d enjoy himself or not, but he’s fine with doing it for you.

He doesn’t expect to get so invested in it, honestly. It begins with Ariel’s naivety just stressing him out, then Ursula shows up and Azul is ranting at a children’s movie. Why are they framing her as the villain? She’s just doing her job!

You finish the movie and he hasn’t stopped talking yet. Ursula did nothing wrong, she didn’t even coerce Ariel to sign the contract! See, it’s just her fault if she didn’t read the terms properly-- It’s kind of endearing how much he gets into it, really.

Kalim Al-Asim + Jamil Viper

It was probably Kalim’s suggestion. He found this cool new movie and he wanted to show it to his two favorite people in this world! You’re probably having a sleepover along with it.

Jamil is just exasperated. Why are you watching a children’s movie-- You know what, nevermind. Meanwhile, Kalim just sings along to the songs in the background.

Kalim takes the story as it is, he loves Aladdin and the Genie and he won’t shut up about it. Jamil looks vaguely annoyed, he does agree with Jafar in some level, thinking the sultan had it coming, really, but he finds his character so annoying for some reason...

Vil Schoenheit

Vil is an actor, and he’s definitely done children’s movies before, so when you suggest to watch one with him he’s open to it. Sure, there’s merit in every kind of art. He does hope it is as entertaining as you make it seem.

He genuinely finds the aesthetics of the movie quite charming, which he comments on a couple time. He’s mostly silent through it, only speaking up about things like the animation’s quality every now and then, but he does have a sort of vaguely endeared, vaguely amused look on his face.

When you ask him if he liked it, he’ll say he thought it was fine. It felt rather nostalgic, and decently ahead of its time in terms of production quality. A 7/10 maybe, it just didn’t blow his mind -- And they could have definitely given the characters better outfits.

Idia Shroud

When you suggest watching something with him, Idia first assumes it’s an anime, so he’s a bit surprised when he notices it’s this children’s animated movie, but he’s open to it.

He has a pretty good time with it, actually. Hades’ character is amusing, you’ll see Idia snicker at his sarcasm every now and then. And, as much as Hercules ticks him off for whatever reason, his thing with Megara was rather cute.

The singing doesn’t bother him at all either, man’s definitely watched idol anime before so that’s not an issue for him. He actually enjoys the songs sometimes, maybe you’ll catch him humming “I Won’t Say I’m in Love” while he does some coding a couple days later.

Malleus Draconia

Not much of a movie watcher, he has a big preference for books, but he’s interested on your interests, so of course he’ll oblige. He’s never heard of Sleeping Beauty before either, he’s quite curious about it.

He’s oddly enough a lot like Riddle? Asks if you want any food or drinks to enjoy during your movie watching and just tries to make the experience as pleasant as possible to both of you, taking it rather seriously.

Gives very honest commentary on the movie when you ask him about it, going on a tangent about how Maleficent’s inner turmoil wasn’t touched up on enough, how the prince’s actions put him off a bit. He does think it’s a nice movie, though, and he actually likes the protagonist despite her naivety.

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{SF9 Reaction} They get jealous of you fangirling at another group.

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(Disclaimer: I kinda wrote mini scenarios for each of them b/c I love this concept so much ashfdgkkjs)

Youngbin

The two of you were pretty transparent with each other in the relationship so he knew you stanned many other groups besides his own. Nothing really bothered him, but that was until he joined Kingdom. While the two of you sat on your couch, cuddled against each other to rewatch the pilot episode, you kept commenting on Bang Chan’s performance and how he had such great leadership skills. Youngbin felt himself get jealous especially when the topic of leadership was brought up. He tried his best to conceal his expression so he raised his other hand that wasn’t wrapped around your waist to the side of his face. You noticed his behavior and immediately thought of a mischievous plan. After all, it wasn’t everyday that you saw your calm and composed boyfriend on the verge of breaking down from jealousy. You purposely escalated your fangirling on Bang Chan until Bin couldn’t contain his composure anymore and he unwinded his arm around your waist, got up, and stood in front of your view. You suppressed your laughter as you moved your head around in an attempt to watch the tv but he wasn’t impressed. His entire body moved along with wherever you moved and you ended up bursting out into giggles. You grabbed his waist to still him but he didn’t budge. “Kitten, I’m not going to stop until you praise me like you did with Bang Chan,” Youngbin said in a bitter tone. You stopped giggling and stood on the couch to match his height. Out of the blue, you showered his sour face with kisses and his expression immediately shifted into his signature eye smile. You pulled back and said sweetly, “How about I give you kisses instead?”

Inseong

Inseong just got back from his shooting for Kingdom and you welcomed him with your arms and wide opened for a hug. He always loved when you gave him a long, warm hug after a day of tiring work but today, he was a lot clingier than usual. He never pulled apart from the hug and walked forward, which caused you to topple over the soft couch. You giggled as he stuffed his face into the side of your neck and took a whiff of your scent. You wiggled around as he tickled you with his breath. In between your giggles you asked why he was being like a mopey puppy and he let out a long groan. He pulled apart and stared up into your eyes with his dopey ones and whined, “When we got ready to leave the shooting site for Kingdom, Chanwoo came up to me and told me how nice you were. How do you guys even know each other??” You chuckled at his pouty and jealous expression and placed your hand on top of his head. You played with his fluffy hair and told him in an amused tone, “Chani had his number and I love Chanwoo’s voice.” You saw Inseong pout again and you continued teasing him, “I couldn’t just give up on such a great opportunity. I am a dedicated ikonic.” The last sentence triggered him and he immediately hoisted his body up and peered down at you with jealousy, “I thought you love my voice.” You giggled and decided to stop teasing him before he exploded with even more jealousy and wrapped your arms around his neck. You pulled him down and connected your lips to his, “I love your voice the most.” He immediately replaced the pout on his lips with a wide smile.

Jaeyoon

You waited for Jaeyoon to finish taking a shower after he came back from his shoot for Kingdom so you sprawled yourself across your bed and decided to stream the youtube clips of previous Kingdom performances on your iPad. The thumbnail of The Boyz’s performance caught your eye and you clicked into the clip. You were so excited to see another version of The Stealer and also couldn’t wait to see your bias, Sangyeon, dancing to it. You were so absorbed into their beautiful choreo, you didn’t realize that Jaeyoon came out of the bathroom and was standing by the bed frame for a good ten minutes. He cleared his throat but you didn’t hear him through the loud audio. Jealously crept into his veins and he tried his best to cover it with sarcasm, “Should I dance to The Stealer so my baby will pay attention to me?” You finally heard him and chuckled at his behavior. You taunted him in response, “But it won’t be the same because you’re not Sangyeon.” Jaeyoon gasped, feigning hurt and took the device from your hands. He carelessly placed it on the bedside table before he flung himself onto the soft mattress. He hovered over you and said with amusement, “Well then I guess I have to show you why Jaeyoon is even better.”

Dawon

Dawon stared at you for the longest time in disbelief and chuckled out of nervousness as you sat beside him on the couch of his company’s dance studio. You made dramatic fangirl comments at Ateez’s Kingdom performance especially when Seonghwa appeared on the screen. You punched Dawon’s arm and told him to watch with you, excessively showering Seonghwa with praises. You weren’t oblivious to your boyfriend’s jealousy but you loved it whenever the opportunity came up. He has a tendency of sarcastically laughing with a hint of shy nervousness when he gets jealous and that was exactly how he was acting at the moment. Originally, you only wanted to see Ateez’s performance because you were a big fan of them and because you were waiting for Dawon to finish practicing. But when he came down and sat beside you, you unintentionally praised Seonghwa’s beauty on stage which sparked Dawon’s jealously and you couldn’t help but to continuously tease him and rile him up. As a result, you amped up your inner fangirl until Dawon couldn’t handle it anymore. “Okay that’s it,” He chuckled bitterly and grabbed your phone. You turned to him and he stared into your eyes with a pout and large puppy eyes. “Focus on me baby.” You swallowed down a laughter and extended your arm out for the phone and wailed, “But my Seonghwa!” At this rate, Dawon knew you were messing with him so he grabbed your arms and placed it around his neck before he proceeded to lift you up off the couch and onto him. He sat back down on the couch and had you on top of his laps. Quickly and cunningly, he shoved your phone underneath his butt and sarcastically remarked with amusement, “Come get your phone if you want to see your Seonghwa that badly.”

Rowoon

Rowoon had just come back from his shooting for Kingdom and you followed him around the house like a lost puppy. “Did you see Younghoon? Did you get to talk to him? How was it seeing him perform live??” You fired questions at him like an automatic rifle, clearly showing your enthusiasm as a Deobi, especially a Younghoon stan. Rowoon knew you really liked The Boyz and he was usually fine with your enthusiastic support for the group. He would even join you and fanboy himself when you watch their stages on Youtube. But Rowoon was exhausted after the shooting and was anticipating to have his s/o welcome him home with some love, something he missed so much after being apart from you for drama and Kingdom shootings. Instead, you were asking him about another man and that immediately sparked his jealousy. At first, he just let you ramble on as he took off his shoes and went to the bathroom to freshen up. He loves you and he usually will never pick a fight or act petty no matter how jealous he was. You knew that. You also knew that he was jealous the moment you opened your mouth. At first, you only wanted to get some intel from your boyfriend who had seen one of your biases in person but after seeing the jealousy that flashed in his eyes, you made it your mission to make Rowoon crack for once. You were enjoying yourself so much that you continued talking about Younghoon even as he was in the shower. You leaned against the marble sink and tried saying random nonsense to rile him up but he only chuckled at your fangirl behavior and continued to shower. Suddenly, a mischievous thought crossed your mind and you waited until Rowoon turned off the shower faucet and stepped out to initiate the plan. You feigned a curious, innocent stare at him and placed your hand beneath your chin as if you were deeply contemplating. “Babe, I’m curious about something...” He absentmindedly replied as he plugged in the hair dryer to the wall outlet, “Oh yeah? What is it?” You smirked and eyed him up and down, “Do you think Younghoon is as tall and built as you?” Rowoon froze midway through drying his hair. He turned towards you and turned the device off with a jealous look on his face, one that you have never seen before. You bit down on your lips to hold back a laughter. Gotcha. Before he could muster up a response you continued, “What about his laugh? Does he laugh like you do?” You stared at your boyfriend innocently and his face was flushed red with jealousy. He placed the hair dryer aside and suddenly hoisted you up on top of his broad shoulders, “Definitely not.” He said firmly and then chuckled before softly throwing you onto the cloud-like mattress. His face hovered closely above yours, “He will never be able to easily carry you like I just did nor could he ever make you smile the way I do.” You burst out into giggles as he proceeded to tickle you until you shower him with compliments the way you did with Younghoon.

Zuho

Zuho casually talked to you about his experience in Kingdom as he drove through the dimly lit streets. The two of you decided to go for a quick date late at night, mostly to avoid getting caught by the media, and he was beyond excited to tell you about meeting his seniors. You listened intently and responded with excitement as well since the both of you were huge fans of Btob. Zuho stopped talking once the car had arrived to the isolated park. The two of you laid on top of the car’s hood and gazed at the stars in the night sky and continued the conversation. Somewhere in the middle of your chat, you turned to him and pouted. You told him you wish you were there as well because you wanted to see and hear Minhyuk live. You emphasized with a big pout on your lips, “I want to see Minhyuk rap with his husky voice but also hear him sing with his honey smooth vocals.” Zuho froze for a second, your words not fully processing through his mind. He turned towards you and mumbled with slight jealousy, “I didn’t know you like Minhyuk that much.” He chuckled in disbelief and questioned you, “Husky voice? Honey smooth vocals?” He then became really flustered, caught by surprise at you fangirling more than usual. He kept blinking in disbelief, unable to accept the fact that you liked Minhyuk so much. You found amusement in his cute behavior and teased him even more. You placed your hands by your heart and said dramatically, “I could die happily once I hear Minhyuk live.” Zuho started to get really flustered, cheeks red with jealousy. You chuckled at your adorable boyfriend and squished his cheeks, “I’m messing with you babe! I’m a diehard Melody but my boyfriend is always the #1 person I’d die for.” You gave him a ridiculously sweet look and he caved in. He pulled you on top of him for a hug before the both of you accidentally slid off the side of the hood and onto the ground, with Zuho underneath you as a cushion. He grunted at the impact as you giggled uncontrollably.

Taeyang

When you were mindlessly humming to No Air in the kitchen after watching The Boyz’s latest Kingdom performance, Taeyang’s ears perked up and jealousy immediately ignited in his body. Yes, he gets jealous that easily. You would usually tell him how you enjoy watching The Boyz perform because it’s so satisfying and he would agree because it’s true. But you would also start to notice his pettiness everytime you mention them. He’d nod at your comments and agree but in a way that seems almost sarcastic. “Yeah they are great dancers,” he’d tell you. But then he’d look up at you and say, almost for confirmation, “But I’m a great dancer too.” You’d chuckled to yourself and agree or else you know he’ll be sulking for the rest of the day. But this time, you wanted to see how Taeyang gets when he’s really jealous. At first, No Air really was stuck on your head so you were humming to it. However, something mischievous struck you as you were making chocolate covered strawberries in the kitchen. You wanted to see how far you could take the joke so you purposely pressed his buttons. From the moment he heard you humming, he immediately dashed by your side and wrapped his arms around you as you boiled the chocolate. He laid his head on your shoulder and tried his best to subtly ask you, “Were you watching The Boyz’s performance again?” You replied with a yes and emphasized, “Juyeon is such a great dancer and his expressions are so intriguing,” and that’s when Taeyang lost it. He clung onto you as you were trying to cool down the chocolate and even while you were moving to grab the strawberries from the fridge, he’d stick to you like glue and kept asking you why you like Juyeon so much. “Babyyy,” he whined, “Did you forget about me??” He kept kissing your cheeks with his arms wrapped around you as you struggled to wash the strawberries. At the end, you gave up and twisted around to face him. His arms never let go of your waist as he continued saying jealous nonsense. You took your hand and squished his cheeks, “You are the best, most handsome and talented dancer, artist, and boyfriend okay?” He smirked, satisfied, and you giggled at his ridiculous face squished between your hand. He was just about to open his mouth to spew more nonsense and you shoved a strawberry in his mouth, “okay now shush babe. I love you but I want to eat my chocolate covered strawberries, preferably with the chocolate, so stop clinging onto me.”

Hwiyoung

Hwiyoung’s a fun-loving boyfriend and he wouldn’t just randomly get jealous even if you were meeting up with an ex. He respects your boundaries and trusts your decisions. You love him for that but it also wanted made you curious as to how your boyfriend would react when jealous. SO you decided to surprise him after his Kingdom shoot and went to pick him up with their manager. You hid in the van and surprised the boys when they came toward the vehicle. The eight boys already knew your devious plan and paid no mind to you acting unusually dramatic as you kept asking him if he talked to Hyunjin during the shoot and if you could meet him as well. He looked at you weirdly with a bit of skepticism, “You weren’t that interested in meeting him when I was on Idol Radio with him..why are you so eager now?” You flinched at his retaliation and quickly hopped into the van. You heard Rowoon and Juho snickered in the back and you glared at them for the mockery. As the engine started and the vehicle started down the road back to the dorms, you initiated your second attempt to get under your boyfriend’s skin. You pulled out your phone and watched the Stray Kids’s introduction stage on youtube without earphones. Subtly, you turned to Hwiyoung and asked with the most innocent and adoring eyes, “Babe I didn’t know Hyunjin looked so great with long hair.” At that comment, Hwiyoung’s expression slightly shifted. Almost immediately he responded with a more serious tone, “Even better than I did?” You held back your laughter and felt success creeping up. In the back of the van, you saw Rowoon and Zuho giving you a slightly surprised expression. You winked at them and got excited as your boyfriend gradually became jealous. When you all got back to the dorm, Hwi stuck to your side. You tried so hard not to laugh as he kept asking you with slight skepticism in his tone, “When did you like Hyunjin so much?” “Should I grow out my long hair again?” He acted like a kid got abandoned by his mother and needed to grab your attention. To your surprise, he acted in such a different way than you would’ve thought. But you found it so adorable so you teased him even more by turning the tv on to watch a Hyunjin fancam. Hwi caught you by surprise again as he plopped down on the couch beside you and wiggled adorably to get your attention. You raised the remote to your lips and masked your giggles, keeping note to tease him more often.

Chani

Another one that doesn’t get jealous often. Or ever actually. That’s just not the way he shows affection. But that was until things got a little too personal. Beside the sepgu boys, Chani has never really seen you interact with any of his other friends so he never understood actual jealousy. However, after the one time Chanwoo called Chani to thank him for his advice on Kingdom, he started to notice how much you liked Chanwoo and Ikon. Because of your boyfriend’s appearance on Kingdom, you started to take an interest on Ikon and became a fan of their music. It was true that you liked Chanwoo’s voice but it was never really to the extent of fangirling over him. That thought never crossed your mind until Chani kept asking you how much you liked Ikon, or most importantly, Chanwoo. From his point of view, he’d always notice how your face brightens while watching Ikon performances on the tv. He’d stare at you with a hesitant smile and when you asked him what he was staring at you for, he’d simply reply with a shrug, “You always seem so happy to see Chanwoo’s part in the song.” At first, you hadn’t put much thought into his comment until he continuously brought it up every time an Ikon music video appeared on tv. And so one day, you decided to tease him and hopefully see your boyfriend become an adorable, jealous mess. The two of you were browsing through Netflix shows in your bedroom since it was his free day. You had the remote as you struggled to find something remotely interesting to watch. The two of you slept until late afternoon, yet Chani was still as drowsy as before. You chuckled to yourself as he laid comfortably on your shoulder. Suddenly, he shifted on the bed and got up to go to the bathroom. You found this to be the perfect chance to rile him up so you quickly exited the Netflix page and went to youtube to watch a Chanwoo fancam. Chani came back and slightly flinched in surprise at the tv screen. Your eyes were glued to the tv screen and you ignored him as he crawled back onto the bed and asked, “I thought we were watching a show?” You smiled to yourself and told him you felt like watching Chanwoo dance instead. You were mentally preparing yourself to see Chani act adorably jealous but he took you by surprise and grabbed the remote from you. He turned the tv off and stared at you with dark lust in his eyes. You fell back against the headboard as he hovered over you. He whispered in a deep voice with apparent annoyance and jealousy in his tone, “Chanwoo this. Chanwoo that. It seems like you forgotten who your boyfriend is.” You chuckled nervously and told him you were just joking, but it was too late. Chani pulled the covers over the both of you and lets just say...you eventually got off bed to have your first meal of the day in the late evening.

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