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helenazbmrskai · 3 years

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Lion And The Mouse (M)

Pairing – Prince/(King)! Namjoon x Princess/(Queen)! Reader

Genre – E2L, Fluff, Angst, Royal AU, Fantasy, Star Crossed Lovers

Summary – [You just follow your father’s orders at first, visiting the handsome prince becomes a routine in your everyday life. In the end, you help him escape but you never thought that he has been taken a liking to you too and that he’s adamant to save you from the claws of his enemy.]

Warnings – imprisonment, abduction, mention of malnourishment, brief mention of violence and war, smut, oral (f), unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, dry humping

Word Count – (3,2k)

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Author note. This fic is written for the golden royal event hosted by BtsGoldNet to celebrate our kings Namjoon’s and Jungkook’s birthdays that are both in September! I hope you'll enjoy my royal au!

The prison is eerily quiet as you walk by empty cells. The underground walls trap the wet cold inside, resulting in a shiver going straight down your spine. Either from the frostbite that claws its way up to your body dressed in many layers of fabric or the way your heels echo in your head that creates this feeling like cotton balls are stuffed inside your ears and a cold hand is wrapped around your slim throat.

The prison guards are in rotation tonight but neither of them is here to shadow your steps through the fire lit concrete corridor. The natural light doesn’t reach this part of the cells as you venture deeper, the only object that aids your vision is the oil lamps that are placed on a hook hammered into the mold covered brick walls.

Here he is. The lion prince. Treated like a caged animal.

Your steps come to a halt at the end, you didn’t realise you were holding your breath until your lungs burned for air.

You can’t see his full face as he glares at his feet but those mud brown highlights in his hair are unmistakable proof that he’s the son of the lion king. You never met someone who came from that kingdom. Your mother said that if you ever meet one they’ll not hesitate to pierce your heart through with a sword embroidered with their proud animal.

Folklore talks about the great power behind those high walls. They talk about the king’s ruthless iron fist who guided their people to victory countless times in war. That they’re deserving of their name to carry the title of the animal at the top of the food chain and you all just prey.

The prey is now standing in front of the caged lion wearing sheep's clothing. What an interesting turn of events. Namjoon looks up with glowing black eyes chin tilted high up with burning pride just like your favourite historian Taehyung taught in a lesson. They never cower for anyone from fear even when it’s clear he’s at disadvantage now.

He oozes confidence even when he’s tied up and entirely dependent on your merciful nature. Always so filled with pride for their country, their name, their wins. Name anything.

He bared his face to you alongside his perfect teeth he has no fangs or claws that they teach you about in school. Nothing like the monsters portrayed in children's books. No, Namjoon looks like a prince as he should be. The discovery fills you with delight that makes the prisoner frown not understanding your sudden smile even though it's blinding him with its shine. You’re a beautiful young woman, one who Namjoon couldn’t find a counterpart in his country to won over your beauty.

You’re his first visitor since he has been captured five nights ago. He didn’t think such a beautiful woman will be the first to walk this dirty ground to his cell, colour him surprised. He regards you with interest, his eyes scan your delicate features with a predatory glint. He half excepts you to shrink away like the mouse you are but you stand your ground.

Without any water or food, he’s been slipping between consciousnesses and a lethargic state of sleepiness without the actual promise of peaceful slumber. The dark circles under his eyes let you know that he’s been awake for at least four of those days that the soldiers dragged him down here and chained him up.

You prepared him food and water just like your father asked of you but seeing his appealing physical features you’re more enthusiastic at the prospect of visiting him after tonight.

”You’re the mouse king’s daughter, aren’t you?” You cringe at his tone, the clear despise in his voice and the sharp glare he shoots you makes his face appear uglier than it should be.

”And you’re the lion prince.” You offer him a nod for a brief second before you busy your hands with the rusty set of keys. It’s a feast to find the right one that fits the lock but you eventually get the iron bars to slide right open. His jaw immediately flexes as if he’s about to bite a chunk out of you if you dare come any closer, you see the muscles in his entire body go rigid as you step closer and closer to where he’s chained to the walls. He has both his hands and legs in heavy cuffs. He can’t stand up because his binds are too short, he can’t do anything as you squat down to be face to face. He’s even more beautiful up close.

”Are you thirsty? Hungry?” He’s been so caught up with analysing your features and glaring that he didn’t sense the smell of food fill the space of his cell instead of the usual sweat and blood until you stated your question towards him. Being prideful he refuses even though the loud growl of his stomach is a clear sign that he’s famished after five days. You chuckle when you hear it. Such a heartwarming sound shouldn’t be able to come out of his enemy’s throat he thinks. Namjoon looks away a little bashfully. You’re not meek as a mouse as you just laughed at him. You smell like expensive bathing oil and oranges.

”Take a sip it will soothe the ache in your throat.” You touch the glass to his plush lips but he refuses to drink. He tries to surprise you with a sudden nudge with his nose on the cup hoping that it will slip from your hands and shatter while hitting the ground maybe if he’s lucky he can snatch a glass piece as a weapon.

Unfortunate for him you can catch it before it could reach the floor level as half of its content lands on your skirt you match up to his glare as you see the wet patch form on the expensive fabric.

”Drink.” You’re more forceful the second time. The glass clinks against his front teeth and he snarls back.

”You first.” He tells you gruffly. Rolling your eyes you take a big sip leaving only a quarter of water in the cup that’s undoubtedly not enough to quench his thirst. It’s not your problem though it wasn’t you who spilt it all over your dress skirt.

This time when you offer him the water he gulps it down hungrily. The prince whines when it’s gone but his thirst isn’t.

”You’ll probably refuse the food if I offer it but it would be a waste to throw it to the dogs. Our chef makes very excellent meals if I can say so myself.” You beam when Namjoon tilts his head in confusion. You didn’t even try to offer the plate’s content this time as you sat down on your ruined skirt in front of the prince and began eating.

You should be a fox since you tricked him so easily. By the time he realises his downfall, he already let out a low groan. His mouth waters as you eat the food with gusto.

”Give it to me.” He growls, the chains move loudly as he tries to get his hands free.

You contemplate if you should get him to tell you ’please’ and tease him a little more for your sole entertainment but you decide to spare him the humiliation this time. You hold up a spoonful of the mashed potatoes and place a piece of pork on top. The prince chews angrily but bites every time you offer him the next portion. Glaring like he hates the taste but licks his lips when it’s gone. What a sight. The lion is eating out of the hands of a mouse.

”You know why I’m here right?” It’s you who breaks the silence first. Namjoon only glares back with more malice but it’s all the validation you need that your father told him the conditions he set in order to regain some of his freedom. He needs to marry you and he’ll rather rot here forever than parade around your kingdom with a leash attached to his neck by you.

You visit him under the starry sky as a witness. With a hood over your head, you bow to the gate guards and slip through the heavy doors. This time you prepared a bathing bowl with warm water. You only hold onto the key to his cell so it slides into the lock with ease.

Your father doesn’t know about your constant visits that you make out of your own free will. He only orders you once a week to give him food and a glass of water so you have to stop eating halfway through your lunch to have something for him to eat. Namjoon is unaware that he’s eating your food or that you’re here without anyone knowing. He would choose to not believe you anyway so you keep the words locked in your heart. It’s a scary concept but you grew a soft spot for the price in your heart.

”Missed me?” Your angelic smile catches him off guard, if he had a tail it would be wagging, the tips of his ears turn to a shade darker. You think it’s just the darkness playing tricks on you. After you dug your way into his heart beyond the cage of his pride and prejudice you saw a kind hearted prince who cares about his people. You learnt that he has three walls guarding his heart and now only one left standing before you can entirely capture the lion in your sentimental cell.

Your prison is different from this one. Instead of cold walls and hunger, you would offer him your warmth and delicious food.

”You’re late.” Trying to hide his face from you he glances to the side watching in his peripheral vision how you crouch before his bind form. You caress his wrists apologetically. The angry red lines alongside his hands where the metal cuffs wore out his skin make you sad.

”It’s because I prepared this.” You place the bowl down next to you. Coming closer as you fold your calves behind you between his legs to comfortably reach his face.

”I couldn’t get a towel because the head maid almost caught me but I have a handkerchief.” You get said item out of your hidden pocket with a beaming smile, proud that you were able to get away with it.

”Wait. Isn’t this your royal handkerchief? I heard your people give it as a promise to…”

”It’s a courting gift yes but I can always make a new one. Don’t worry about it, my prince.” You smile and dip it into the water tainting the royal material. You start with his face, you carefully follow the lines of his jawline first then wash the dirt out before you clean his cheeks and nose. You’re so gentle Namjoon can hardly feel the warm cloth glide over his skin. The water smells nice, close to your natural scent that makes him think you use the same one when you bathe in your room.

”Why do you visit me daily, princess?” You like it better when all the lines on his face are smoothed out but you keep your thoughts to yourself as you disregard his narrowed eyes on you.

”You know why.” You simply state. Namjoon knew you will say something like that, he surprises you with his next words so that the cloth slips from your fingers and lands inside the basin with a big splash.

”Your father only orders you to bring me food once every week but you feed me every day.”

He knows it’s true when he sees your eyes widen in surprise. He couldn’t believe his ears as he overheard two guards talk about you the first time, they were talking about absurd things.

You look away and get to work again in silence. You drag the handkerchief over his collarbones that peeks out of his loose shirt, you follow your motions with your eyes as you map out his neck see as his adam’s apple bobs as he gulps.

”I’ll help you escape. You have to promise to never come back. If my father sees you he’ll definitely behead you.”

You caress his clean cheeks, kissing the skin between his brows as a goodbye for the night.

”Why would you help me?” If Namjoon’s hand weren’t bound he would have probably chased after your wrist to curl his long fingers around your delicate skin. It’s a good thing that he can’t because it’s getting harder and harder, day by day to say goodbye.

”I took a liking to you, my prince. I wish you no harm and that means you need to leave this kingdom and return to yours.”

The words burn like acid but you mean every word and comma as you face away from the subject of your late affection. He can never be happy by your side. The moment Namjoon agrees to the marriage from a caged animal he becomes the main attraction of a circus of royals. If he returns under the veil of the darkness and takes over the throne he could find freedom again. It hurts to think about his life after you. He’ll definitely get married and have children it’s his duty to provide a new heir to his kingdom. How sad that a mouse will never be enough for a lion. Natural enemies shouldn’t fall in love. So why does it breaks your heart to free him from his chains? You can’t bear to look at him because you know if you watch him leave, he’ll tear your heart out and take it with him.

The time you spent with him manifests in front of you like it happened yesterday that fate tore you apart when in reality it has been five years since you helped him escape your father’s ambitious games. Tears swell in your eyes even to this day when you remember that heart soaring goodbye. You cherish the kiss on the top of your head in your last memory with him. Bittersweet as you catch yourself smiling in the mirror.

Your father knew it was you the moment the prince fled from your kingdom. The walls talked about your visits to Namjoon’s cell, whispered to the king’s ears about your affection. His rage chilled you to the bones.

You were punished accordingly, worse than death as he sent you to an unknown country to be wed to a notoriously cruel prince from the tiger kingdom.

A year after your arrival news spread that the lion king passed away after leading his men to victory over the elephant kingdom. You know very well what that meant. Kim Namjoon became the new lion king but you weren’t his queen.

Sometimes you prayed for his good health other times you prayed for something more selfish. Asked the god above the skies to give him back to you even if he was never truly yours.

Finding out that his men invaded the castle. Struck just as the clock ticked midnight and took over the tiger kingdom came as a shock when soldiers closed in on your chambers. You were confused, scared even though they tried to reassure you the lion king ordered them to keep you safe until everything settles down, after that he’ll come to see you.

Your heart is beating out of your chest like a wild animal as you take in the room the servants guided you into.

The second time when your eyes befall on the sturdy double doors, the prince himself passes through. No, the king. The lion king is standing right in front of you in all his glory.

”Did you miss me?” The smile painted on his features are soft as he regards your form after being deprived of it for five full years. There wasn’t a time spent alone in his chambers plotting and aching when he didn’t think of you. He’s been waiting for this moment since you set him free. Gave him a chance to find his way back to you.

”Terribly.” You smile into the kiss, it’s chaste and more teeth than tongue as you can’t keep your lips from stretching into a relieved smile to finally be inside his arms.

It should be wrong. Kissing the man who killed your husband who invaded the country just to hold you.

You should be terrified crying and trashing around but you do none of that because your husband wasn’t the man you loved, he never treated you as his queen.

You feel no remorse for that man who caused you bruises on your sacred wedding night and cared so little for your well being.

”I don’t want to leave your side ever again.” You sigh as Namjoon’s lips descend lower, kissing more of your heavenly skin giving equal attention to your jaw and neck as he nips and licks.

Namjoon takes in the changes that you overwent during the time of your separation, ready to worship every inch of your delicious skin if you let him. He’s gentle as the first wind on a spring day, holds you close to his body with delicate fingers.

”I won’t let anyone take you away from me.” He kisses his promise into your plump lips.

No one dares to disturb you two as Namjoon places you above the pillows tugging on your nightgown to unwrap you like the greatest present that you are. His birthday was this month after all.

You’re moaning underneath his attentive fingers, two of them slipping right between your legs to caress your soaked folds.

Namjoon’s heavy cock is rubbing one out on your thigh while you’re bathing in the ecstasy that you’ve never felt before. The king takes his rightful place, face close to the treasure he’s been seeking on lonely nights only reaching it within his colourful imagination prior to this very moment.

To get a taste he carefully parts your walls with his finger as his lips wrap around the sensitive pearl on the top of your mound. Your back arches when Namjoon pushes the first finger inside your snug walls more of your essence spilling from your gaping hole that the king happily feasts upon, drinking you in until his chin is dripping with your sweetness. Your fingers curl around the dark hair and pull.

The pleasure is almost unbearable as you pant like you run a mile in a minute. Namjoon introduces a second digit that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head, twisting and curling the long fingers to get your tight walls ready to accept his large length.

Soon you’re moaning and crying until the overwhelming pressure of your approaching orgasm breaks the dam inside you, spilling everything into the king’s mouth and he laps up everything.

You watch him with droopy eyes that Namjoon takes off his dress shirt and silk pants, revealing his body parts to you one by one until he’s left as bare as you are under him.

He’s slipping inside you with ease his motions are fluid and careful as he buries his throbbing length to the hilt. Letting you adjust to the feeling of him filling you up his gaze full of love.

You’re his first, he never let anyone touch him before because he knew that no one will satisfy him as well as you can. He comes fast and with a groan that sounds like your name is spoken into the night. Spilling his seed inside with a promise that he’ll never have to leave you again.

After all, he’s your happily ever after.

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ggukcangetit · 3 years

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royal flush | knj x reader | [M]

➹ title: royal flush

➹ pairing: namjoon x reader

➹ summary: your kingdom’s newest prisoner is giving you sleepless nights.

➹ rating: 18+

➹ genre/au: royal!au, queen!reader, prisoner!namjoon, strangers to enemies(?) to lovers, smut, thriller, p(with very minimal)p

➹ word count: 1.5k

➹ warnings: oral(male receiving), fingering, breast play, nipple play, penetrative sex, public sex, mentions of treason, prison

➹ credits: @lavienjin and @sunshinejunghoseokie are my wonderful betas for this fic. thank you both for working on such short notice ❤️

➹ a/n: this is for part of 2 network events. details are given below.

part of @btsgoldnetwork‘s Golden Royals Event. it’s technically still september so happy birthday joonie! your sexy brain and dangerous body and wonderful heart have us all in shambles ❤️

part of @bangtansorciere’s September House Games Fall for Romance hosted by @yoonia.

❥ AU type/trope - Sweaters & Leather Boots - Strangers to Lovers AU

❥ Theme - Royalty, Forbidden Romance

❥ Kinks - Nipple play, Fingering, Public Sex

A queen must be just, kind, dignified, graceful, astute, well-read, fluent in multiple languages, well-versed in the history of the land and people, and intelligent, among other things. Despite possessing all these qualities and more, you find yourself unable to sleep for the third night in a row.

Your primary lady-in-waiting has suggested a calming tea, a therapeutic massage, an ancient remedy to soothe the body, and even a round of sparring to tire you out. But you know none of these will help. The source of your insomnia lies in the cell, two towers away from yours.

A prisoner brought in by the royal guard, accused of espionage, treason, and selling secrets to the enemy king. He will surely be given the harshest punishment by the royal court - and he will be most deserving of it.

But something continues to bother you as you make your way to the solitary cell, well past midnight, taking care to evade the guards and any other staff who might happen to be awake at this late hour.

The cell is dark, save for a single lantern hanging by the entrance. The guard outside has dozed off, and you make sure to close the door dividing the lookout post from the interior of the cell. No one needs to know you are here.

The sole occupant of the cell notices your presence, his tall frame alert with curiosity.

“Your Highness,” his voice is deep and low. You almost need to strain your ears to catch his words. “Didn’t expect to see you here. And definitely not at this hour.”

There’s a hint of a challenge in his voice, colored by subtle amusement at your behavior.

“Did King Norman send you?” You already know the answer to this.

“Is that why you came all the way here?” The amusement in his voice is more evident now.

You walk towards the entrance of the cell, leaning against the metal bars. He surveys you from where he sits in the dark corner of the cell, eyes lit with attention. Your Head of Foreign Relations - Lord Jimin - has briefed you about every single crime this man has committed. He is not someone to be dealt with lightly.

“Answer the question, Kim Namjoon,” you instruct, sternly. He has the audacity to smirk in response.

“I wouldn’t be very good at my job if I told you that, now would I?” He stands up, walking over to the bars separating the two of you. It is a clear boundary - one that you are very grateful for.

Kim Namjoon is a tall man, practically towering over you as he stands on the other side of the cell. For someone accused of espionage and selling secrets, he sure is built like a commander of an army. The expensive garments adorning him at the time of his capture have been stripped off, and you can make out the outline of his strong muscles through the thin fabric of his tunic.

“But why are you here exactly - ” he asks, gripping the bars of the cell with his large hands “ - Your Highness?”

An involuntary shiver runs through you. You can trace every single one of his features at this close proximity.

“You’re not from the neighboring kingdom,” you prod on, trying to focus your mind on his crimes and not his build. “Why, then, are you working for King Norman?”

An inscrutable look passes across his features before he schools himself back to patronizing smugness. He has also noticed how close you are, his eyes briefly travelling down the length of your person before returning to your face.

Your face heats up as you see the way his gaze darkens ever so slightly. There is no doubting how hauntingly attractive this man is.

“Does money dictate your allegiance?” You drift closer to the bars, pressing yourself against the cold metal.

Namjoon is momentarily distracted by the way your breasts are pushed up by this movement. He frowns for a moment, seemingly contemplating what to say next.

When he does finally speak, his words catch you off-guard.

“I would give up all the wealth in the kingdoms for one night with you, Your Highness.”

Your cheeks flame at the brazen words he so callously utters. His eyes are racking over your person more shamelessly than before, and you are mortified to realize that you like it.

“Would you consent to it?” he asks, his voice huskier than before. It sends goosebumps down your skin. “Would you consent to being mine for one night?”

“No.”

His expression drops, a cloud of uncertainty hovering across his intelligent gaze. He is about to step back from the bars when you curl your palms over his.

“I am the queen of this kingdom. I belong to no one. But-” His eyes light up in anticipation, and you reach over to bring his large palm over to the piece of cloth keeping your breast in place. You nudge his fingers forward, urging him to undo the neatly tied bow.

He does so, eyes glazing over at the sight of your bare breasts.

“I have never approved of disguising my desires.”

That’s all the permission he needs as both his hands begin kneading your breasts, his long fingers playing with your nipples as you arch yourself against the bars. He brings his mouth down to your chest, sucking at each mound and using his tongue to flick the buds expertly.

“Let me touch you,” you breathe out, trying to focus your attention on his body. “Let me feel everything under that tunic.”

“Tonight is about you, Your Highness,” he whispers, voice barely audible against the noises of fabric brushing against each other. “Turn around for me.”

You do as he says, gasping as his hand reaches under the hem of your dress, travelling upwards until it reaches the inside of your thigh. You lean your back against the bars, the movement enough to allow him space to begin rubbing your core.

“How does that feel?” he asks, hot breath falling against the column of your neck. “Does it make you feel good, Your Highness?”

You tremble against the way his hand pleasures you, long fingers entering you with a practiced rhythm. You bite back a moan, fearing being discovered in such a compromising position.

“Yes,” you mumble, breathing harsh and quick as he pumps his fingers in and out of you. His pace quickens and you can feel yourself nearing the edge.

“I want to feel you inside me,” you manage to get out, knees almost buckling from the sensation. “Do as you are told.”

He chuckles, taking a moment to remove his hands from your cunt. The sound of fabric unfastening is followed by the feeling of his cock nudging at your entrance.

“As you wish.” His voice is sultry, and you gasp as he enters you from behind. “Tell me if it’s too much for you.”

You are certain there aren’t many who can boast a cock as large as his. He fills you up completely, and after the first few cautious thrusts, he picks up a steady pace. The initial discomfort is soon replaced as he uses one hand to rub your clit, making you drip with arousal.

“I’m close,” you urge him. He holds your hip steady with his other hand, while ravaging your clit with the other. It takes a couple of wet, open mouthed kisses on your neck to help you reach your peak, your entire body vibrating with the force of your orgasm.

His strong hands hold you steady until you are able to support your own weight.

You turn back to face him, breath hitching at the strained expression on his face. He has been holding himself back, not wanting to come inside you. You reach over to grab him around the base of his cock, giving him a few quick pumps before looking up to check if this is what he wants.

“Almost…” His gaze is hooded, sweat lining his brow as he nears his own peak. “Almost there.”

You kneel down, using your tongue on his red tip. Licking a few strips along his length, you pull back to gauge his reaction. A slight smirk threatens to break out as you take him into your mouth, sucking as much as you can through the constriction of the bars.

“Move!” The urgency in his voice indicates that he will not be able to hold back anymore, and you release him just as hot, white spurts land on your face.

He tucks himself back in, panting as the high wears off. You fix your own attire, tying the bow around your breasts again.

He reaches over and wipes your face with the sleeve of his tunic. The softness of the act takes you by surprise, and you look up at him inquiringly.

“There are enemies within your court,” he says softly, cupping your face. “Trust no one but yourself, Your Highness.”

You want to ask him more but the crowing of the rooster signals that your time together is over.

Walking back to your chambers, you glance back at him one last time. He says nothing, his lips pursed with unspoken words and unshared kisses.

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beomcoups · 3 years

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Luna Somnium | KNJ

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Prince!Namjoon x Greek Goddess!reader

𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛: The Golden Royals event by @btsgoldnetwork, Namkook’s Moonrise Masquerade hosted by @jamaisjoons, Gods Among Us collab hosted by me

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, smut, angst, greek gods au, royalty au, soulmates au

𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: R (18+)

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fingering, riding, missionary, slight choking, public clit stimulation (in a field under a tree), dirty talk, punching, mentions of blood, mentions of pregnancy, magic serums that put people to sleep

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬:7.8k

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You have a life where you are the goddess of the moon, running your chariots across the heavens with your beloved Namjoon. You rule the Moon Kingdom with him by your side, a peaceful world full of harmony and love. The only problem is, it all ends when you wake up.

𝐀𝐍: So it literally took a village to get this fic together LOL. I seriously need to thank @sugasbabiie @chateautae, @joheunsaram, @hobeemin, and @joyfulhopelox for looking over this and making this better. I have never written anything like this before and I hope everyone likes it. So I started a Greek/Roman Gods collab with different fandoms and I decided to write for Namjoon. The reader is the Greek Goddess Selene, which is what the anime Sailor Moon is loosely based off of. I hope you guys like it. Likes, reblogs and positive feedback is much appreciated.

The moonlight shines over the meadow, the lustrous green grass and lilies sway with the summer breeze. The birds chirp happily around the pond, the crystal clear waters show a side of beauty you can only find in the Luna Regnum. You sit on the blanket next to your beloved husband Namjoon, feeding him grapes and caress his silver hair.

“It feels perfect out here,” you comment, holding the grapes over his mouth as he bites one.

“Yes, it does, my Queen,” he agrees.

Time is different on the moon; the nighttime, when the sun shines on the moon, is when the kingdom is most active.

He lays his head on your lap, and your thumb brushes against his cheek. You gaze into each other’s eyes filled with love and passion that has last for five years now.

Namjoon is your soulmate in every sense of the word. Your souls are tied together as one, and you feel as though nothing can ever break you two apart.

“You know you don’t have to keep calling me ‘Your Queen’ when we are alone,” you chastise him.

“But you are my Queen,” he protests, now sitting up. “I am going to make sure you know every day that you are the ruler of my mind, body, and heart.”

He kisses you, laying your body down onto the blanket as he hovers over you. You become needy for him, your hands roaming all over his body while he slowly hikes up your dress, revealing your garter stocking. You feel his bulge growing in his pants, and you slowly reach down and palm him lustfully.

“I love you,” you whisper, your insides craving for him like a bad habit.

“I love you more,” he replies, his eyes soft and pure for you.

Your kisses wrap you both up in a fiery heat that only makes your thirst for each other intensify. You need each other like the air you breathe and the water you drink. You lose care of who may be watching you in this open field; the only thing you want is to be one with Prince Namjoon. He carefully pulls your panties to the side, his index finger rubbing your sensitive bud. You melt instantly from him, barely touching you, your eyes fluttering as you beg him for more.

“Don’t stop… Please,” you whine.

“Wake up.”

You look at him, the voice you hear no longer matches his.

“Wake up! You are going to be late for work!”

Namjoon is suddenly taken away from you. Your peaceful world twirled into darkness, soon replaced by the sunlight from your window, disturbing your deep sleep. You hear shuffling, and reality sets in quicker than you’d like, your heart sinking further into your chest. You are home, in a small town, nowhere near the kingdom you dream of with your prince. You keep your eyes closed, trying to block out the tears in your eyes and hide them from your roommate Jihyo, who is purposely making noise in your room.

“I’m up,” you groan, aggressively hitting your pillow.

“I made you coffee, and it’s sitting on your nightstand,” she says, pointing towards the cup. “I know you need it.”

Jihyo is your best friend, and you love her like the sister you have always wanted, but today you wanted to wring her neck out for waking you up. For making you leave him.

“Were you dreaming about him again?” Jihyo questions, handing you your cup of coffee.

You nod slowly, still feeling groggy as you take small sips. Your mind wanders back to your time with Namjoon on the field, allowing your body to be consumed with the love that you have for each other. You squirm a bit in your bed, the very thought of him making you wet in between your legs. These dreams started happening after you turned twenty-one, and you aren’t sure why they are happening. You spent your birthday looking at the moon on top of your roof, hoping for a better life than what you were living.

“Well, don’t dream too much longer. You are going to be late,” Jihyo reminds you.

She leaves the room, turning around and studying you before you go. You fall back on the bed, staring at the ceiling with this heavy load on your chest. These dreams keep happening for a reason, and they are feeling more real with each one. What if this is your past life? Are you meant to be on this Earth?

Your day was long, and all you thought about was getting home and being with Namjoon. When these dreams started happening, you weren’t sure what to make of it, being a Queen of a Regnum on the moon. You have this whole life where you are rich, people love you, and you have a man that worships the ground you walk on. You have never had that kind of loyalty in your life; the closest thing to it maybe being your friendship with Jihyo.

You make it to the front gate of your apartment when you notice a black cat with piercing yellow eyes staring at you curiously. You usually don’t care for cats, but you felt drawn to this one like you have known it its whole life. You reach down to pet it, and it accepts your affection, purring softly.

“Aren’t you a pretty kitty, huh?” You say to the cat.

The feline brushed past your legs, walked away from you, and headed towards the alley. You are tempted to bring the cat with you and take it home, making it your new pet.

“Oh! You’re here.”

You turn around and face Jihyo, who is dressed comfortably with the mail in her hands.

“I just finished dinner and was coming to check the mail,” she discloses as she walks with you to the elevators. “I made beef stew with rice on the side.”

You love beef stew, and you know it’s a good meal that makes you nice and sleepy when you are done. You make it into your apartment and take a shower, eager to get the stench of today’s work off of you so you can eat and relax. By the time you get out, Jihyo already has a plate waiting for you with a glass of water on the side.

“Thank you,” you say excitedly, rubbing your hands together.

She nods and takes a seat across from you, and you both eat in silence. The food was too good to have much to say, and your mind was preoccupied with thoughts of the love of your life. You hope to see him again, and you wonder what you will do together as you rule your kingdom. Will you have a busy day of handling royal duties, or will you ride with Namjoon in chariots across the moon?

You finish up dinner and gather the dishes, loading them into the dishwasher and cleaning the rest of the kitchen. The rest of the night is a blur, as you set your clothes out for work the next day and you read a book until you get tired. You hear Jihyo shuffling around in the next room, and you glance at your phone, realizing that it was only nine o’clock.

“I’m coming, Namjoon,” you yawn, getting comfortable in your blankets. “Good night.”

“Wake up, sleeping beauty.”

Your eyes flutter, the moon’s night light shining through your wonder. You realize that you are not in your standard room. You are in your bedroom in the royal palace, the one you share with Namjoon. You stir a little, your back facing him.

“It’s time to wake up,” he says softly.

Namjoon doesn’t let the servants wake you up. Instead, he makes it his thing to make sure you are up every night, anyway that he can.

“So I see we are playing hooky this morning,” he surmises.

He starts to leave soft kisses on your shoulder, trailing down to the middle of your back. You bite your lip, trying not to show that his kisses turn you instantly into a puddle+. Namjoon knows better than this, and he proves his point by seductively sliding his fingers in between your legs, feeling your wet spot.

“I see you are already awake,” his tone is dark and sensual.

His long fingers rub your center softly while he whispers sweet things in your ear. Your body is fully awakened to his touch, and you feel as if your insides are on fire.

“Namjoon…” you moan, shifting to lay on your back and face him.

“That’s a good girl,” he whispers.

He kisses you ravenously; his hunger for you felt through each kiss while his fingers worked their magic down below. Your breathing is labored as you are pleased; this level of intimacy is one of the many reasons you love Namjoon so much.

“Baby, please,” you whimper, your body about to snap. “I need you so badly.”

“Do you now?” He goads you, his free hand playing with his already hard dick.

“Yes!” You plea, your hands now playing with your nipples. “Give it to me, please.”

Namjoon smirks, moving the covers away and climbing over you as your legs are spread apart. You watch in anticipation as he enters you, the sight filling you up, one of the best things you have ever laid your eyes on. He wastes no time thrusting into you, skin slapping sounds you sure are heard outside your bedroom.

“Do you like it when I fuck you like this first thing in the morning?” He grunted, his hand slipping around your throat.

You kiss him, the words in your head failing to meet your slips. He squeezes your throat a little tighter, kissing you back hard. You beg him to go harder, deeper, and to take you however you want. The goddess inside of you has been unleashed, and if you could have it your way, you would do him until the moon changes.

“Oh yes,” you grit your teeth. “Fuck me just like that, please.”

Namjoon suddenly pulls you up, and he lays down, motioning for you to sit on his dick. You are more than happy to oblige, sinking onto him eagerly. Your hands are placed on his shoulder, your hips moving with his fast rhythm as you ride him. You can feel him deep into your tight cunt, your nectar coating his length beautifully and driving him inside.

Fuck.” Namjoon’s breath shuddered as you rocked forward on your shared bed, the headboard hitting the wall. “Oh, fuck—”

You found a rhythm together, rocking and rubbing, squeezing and stirring. Jolts of pleasure surge between the two of you, building with your heavy breathing and raspy moans.

“I- I don’t think I am going to make it,” you sputter.

Your stomach is coiling, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you meet your release. Namjoon fucks you through your orgasm, his moans in sync with yours as he watches you come undone. He nips at your breasts, an indicator that he is going to reach his peak.

“Fill me up, baby,” you purr, overloaded with sensitivity. “I want to be so stuffed, and I promise to keep it all inside.”

Those words sent him over the edge as he arches his back and lets out a loud moan. He jerks as he cums inside of you, kissing you deeply until his movements stop. You hold on to him, allowing his warm body to cover yours, both of your breathing in sync together.

“I love you,” you whisper, out of breath.

“I love you more, my Queen,” he leaves a small kiss on your shoulder.

You playfully swat his shoulder and climb off of him, the loss of his stuff inside of you evident. You walk to your closet, grabbing a silk robe to cover up your naked body. You catch Namjoon looking at you through the mirror, his soft eyes full of love and sadness for you, something you’ve never seen before.

“Are you okay?” You ask, turning around to face him.

“Y-yeah,” he stutters, quickly getting out of bed.

You have this feeling in your chest that he is not honest with you, but you have no way to prove it. You gather your things to take a bath, almost making it to the bathroom when a knock on the door. You and Namjoon both look at each other, as you weren’t expecting any visitors this early in the morning. You go to open the doors, but he beats you to it, moving you behind him.

“Ah, your highness and Prince Namjoon,” the head of the royal guard bows down.

“Hi, Artemis,” you greet him. “Is everything okay?”

“Er, yes,” he clears his throat. “I am here to fetch the Prince for a meeting we have later on today.”

“Oh yes,” Namjoon snaps his fingers. “I should be getting ready to go then.”

Namjoon didn’t mention having a meeting before; you start to wonder if there is more to this feeling of dishonesty. Artemis bows again and takes his leave, and Namjoon is already running the shower before you fully shut the door.

“Hey babe,” you call out to him. “What meeting is he talking about?”

There is a moment of silence, and you walk into the bathroom, finding Namjoon totally covered with water, unable to hear anything you are saying. You take off your robe, deciding to get into the shower with him. You step into the big stall, the steam almost covering your vision completely. You reach around until you find him, wrapping your arms around his.

“You seem awfully pensive in here,” you observe, kissing his back. “What’s wrong?”

Namjoon kisses your hands, unwrapping your arms around him and facing you.

“Nothing is wrong, baby,” he insists. “How about later on today, we have the chefs make a big meal, and we have our closest friends over?”

You love the idea of having people over, and you quickly agree, but you still can’t shake this feeling like something is off. You wash up as Namjoon steps out of the stall, hastily drying off his fit body. A part of you wants to assert your authority as Queen over him to find out what is wrong. But you promised yourself you would never use that power dynamic over him, no matter how tempting it is.

“You know you can talk to me about anything, right?” You shout over the water.

Namjoon turns around and gives you a small smile before leaving the bathroom.

“I know, baby. I’ll see you tonight.”

You hear him leave, and you get out shortly after, deciding to put on a sundress and leaving your hair down to dry. You stifle a yawn, and you feel tired, so you get back into your bed and settle into your blankets.

“I’ll just take a small nap so I can be ready for our dinner later,” you sayto yourself as you fell asleep once more.

That dinner never happened.

It's been a couple weeks since you have dreamed of Namjoon, and you are getting desperate. But, unfortunately, when you finally do, your dreams haven’t been as serene as they used to be; the happy and serene nature is replaced with falling comets hitting your kingdom, with seven women in your royal guard, defending the land.

“Y/N,” one of the girls in your royal guard dressed in red fashion points at the object in your hand. “Use the magicum.”

You look down at the moon-shaped gold wand, the red jewel glowing furiously, the energy pointing towards the chaos. A woman, dressed in all black with purple skin and green hair, is laughing mechanically as the comets continue to fall down from the sky. Your blood boils, angry that this person can revel in joy while your home is being torn into pieces. You point the wand at her, shouting words that you have never said in your life: “Luna Magicam.”

A harsh yellow light escapes the wand, piercing the woman directly into her chest, her laughing ceases immediately. The comets stop falling from the sky, and the ones that landed on your kingdom turn into dust and disappear. Before she has a chance to recover, you tackle her, punching her until her face is red and bruised, her breathing already labored.

“WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS?!” You shout, pulling her up by the hem of her shirt.

She doesn’t answer, intensifying your anger, and you raise your hand to hit her again.

“I see it’s happened,” she mutters, a small smile creeping on her face. “You don’t know who you are.”

You stare at her incredulously, having no idea what she means. The woman chuckles, blood coming out of the corner of her mouth.

“I told you that you would pay for refusing me, Your Highness,” the woman cackles, now coughing so hard she can barely breathe. “Now, you don’t know who you are and why you are here. It feels like a dream, another life, doesn’t it?”

The tiny hairs on the back of your neck raise up, chills running throughout your body. How would she know you have been going through this. Is she a witch?

You hear footsteps approach, and you turn around, facing five women, including the one who told you to use your wand.

“Who the hell are you?” You turn your attention back to this evil woman, who has little of life left in here.

“Nebula, your worst nightmare,” she whispers, taking her last breath before she succumbs to her wound.

You take a moment, reflecting on what just happened, the women behind you watch your every move. Then, finally, you get up, dusting your dress off, wincing from the pain you feel in your knuckles. The women are dressed in white shirts, different colored skirts with similar wands in their hands, looking at you with sadness.

“You don’t know who we are, do you?” The taller one with long brown hair asks, looking at you with pity.

“No,” you sigh heavily. “I don’t. I am only here when I am dreaming.”

You look at all the destruction that has taken place, ground filled with dirt holes from the comments, and the once sunny kingdom now dark with all the life you knew gone. You don’t see any people or animals around, which you find odd, and most importantly, you do not see Namjoon.

“Where is Namjoon?” You turn and ask the woman.

No one answers right away, and the silence makes you irritated.

“Hello?” You snap. “Where is he?”

The one with the red fashion approaches you, her eyes filled with tears.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” her breath is shaky. “He’s gone.”

Your chest is heavy, your stomach is tight, and your body is nauseous from not seeing Namjoon. It’s been a few weeks since you’ve been dealt that devastating blow, and your body feels as if it’s going through hell. You have tried desperately to see him again, sleeping as often as you can, but your dream is nothing but blackness. Not a voice or soul to validate that you aren’t going crazy.

“Are you okay?” Jihyo asks softly.

“I’ve been better,” you mutter.

You sit at the dining table, picking away at the food you made, your appetite not as strong. You made Saeujeot with rice, your favorite dish, hoping it would put you in a good mood. Instead, all the food does is remind you of Namjoon, as he does not like seafood, and you used to tease him about it all the time. You miss seeing his face, being in his arms, and being kissed by him. You could say that you are lovesick, but you are also heartbroken, as the one person who has loved you unconditionally has disappeared, never to be seen again.

“You are barely eating your food,” Jihyo observes. “I can put it up for you, and you can eat it later.”

“It’s okay. I’ll do it,” you wave her off, getting up.

You put the food away and start cleaning up the kitchen, needing something to do to distract yourself from the pain sinking further into your chest. You can feel Jihyo’s eyes watching you, burning into the back of your neck. She has always watched over you like a big sister, and you know she means well. But today is not the day you need to be saved; you just want to be left alone.

“I am going to go take out the trash,” you announce, pulling the liner out of the can.

Before she could protest, you are already out the door, walking down the steps to the alley behind your building. You lift up the lid and throw the trash inside the dumpster, pulling it down to keep the smell from spreading. You feel something brush against your leg, and you shriek, only to be met with a pair of yellow eyes gazing at you.

“Hi kitty,” you attempt to pick up the feline.

The cat slaps your paw away, running towards the opposite way of the apartment. Concerned, you follow it until you reach a dead-end in the form of a brick wall, with the cat waiting for you.

“I think it’s time,” the cat suddenly speaks, startling you.

You back up until your back hits the wall, the back of your head a bit sore from the impact. You rub your eyes, not ready to believe this neighborhood cat could talk all this time.

” Y/N, you are not going crazy,” the cat speaks once more. “I can talk just like you.”

You slump a little, realizing that you are not going crazy. This cat is actually talking to you.

“So, are you actually a cat?” You implore.

“Yes and no,” it begins. “I am a consolario to your Regnum, your highness. You know me as Luna.”

You weren’t sure what they meant at first, and you were ready to tell them that they were mistaken until a lightbulb went off in your head, and you gasped loudly. So this is the Luna from your kingdom. The one from your dreams.

“Luna??” Your voice cracks unexpectedly.

The cat nods, and despite engaging with a talking cat who is really a person from your dreams, you are elated with joy. You finally have some connection in the real world from the place of your dreams, literally. You instinctively go over to pet her, but she protests, moving away from you.

“I have to say, I hate the feeling of being petted, no matter how good it feels,” Luna discloses.

“Sorry,” you nod. “But how did you get here, on Earth? I am so confused.”

Right at that moment, the sun disappears over the horizon, the blue hour in effect. It makes you sad, as it triggers a memory of the night of your honeymoon, gazing under the stars with Namjoon. Your hand rubs across your stomach, and Luna takes notice before returning her attention back to you.

“I got here through the Mercurius portal,” Luna discloses. “The others are back at the Regnum, waiting for me to report back that I found you.”

You think of your royal guards, servants, and Namjoon, wishing you could be with them.

“Do you know where Namjoon is?” You question her.

Yes,” Luna nods. “We found him, and he is safe, but I have bad news.”

Your heart stops, and you remind yourself to breathe, guarding yourself for what’s about to be said.

“Namjoon is a victim of a curse,” she begins. “It’s a tricky curse that can only be done at the right time, and the night we were fighting and defeating the villain, we saw her spray a mist on him. We weren’t sure what it was, and to be honest, we were distracted by everything else that was going on.”

Luna pauses to scratch the back of her head, and you feel pity for her; that should only come to you in feline form.

“When the battle was over,” she continues “We could not find him, and at that moment, once we told you that he was gone, you passed out in the Kingdom, and you never woke up.”

“So, is that what happens to me?” You ask. “When I am back here on Earth, I sleep in the Kingdom?”

“Yes,” Luna confirms.

You think about the random times that you woke up in your dream, and you feel embarrassed because sometimes you are in compromising positions when you come to. You look up at the sky, and the sun has officially gone down, replaced by a crescent moon.

“So, how did I become the Queen?” You press her for more information. “I can deduce that the royal guard I have, the seven women, we are best friends, and obviously Namjoon and I are meant to be, but there are so many holes and things I don’t remember.”

“I wish I could tell you everything, but right now, we don’t have a lot of time,” Luna laments.

She meows and crouches behind several trash bags, pulling out your wand, the magicum. You take it from her, holding it into your hands, the object fitting perfectly in your hand like always.

“We found a way to save Namjoon, but we need you back at the kingdom,” Luna pleads. “Here, take this potion. It will make you tired right away, and you will wake up in the golden chamber where we are keeping the Prince for now. Come as soon as possible.”

You look at the time on the phone, not realizing that you had been gone for at least fifteen minutes. You look up to tell Luna goodbye, but she is already gone, and dark clouds zoom in, sprinkles of rain coming out of them. You hide your wand by putting it underneath your shirt in the back, running back into the building. You feel your anxiety rising, as you want nothing more than to see the love of your life again, to lift this curse and be with him forever. You walk back into the apartment, and you don’t see Jihyo in the living room, so you head to your room to take a shower before taking your long-awaited sleep.

“Y/N, is that you?” “Jihyo calls out.

You have half a mind to not respond back to her and do what you set out to do before. However, before you can decide what you want to do, Jihyo barges into your room, already dressed in pajamas with a perfume bottle in her hand.

“What’s up with the perfume?” You quiz her, rummaging through your drawers for pajamas.

She doesn’t answer right away, and you stop what you are doing, turning around and facing her. Jihyo has a wild look in her eye, something that you have never seen before. Her hand is gripping the bottle tightly, her fingers turning white. She sprays the bottle into your face, catching you off guard. The sweet-smelling scent reminds you of the flowers back at your regnum, blooming jasmines that surrounded your field. You suddenly feel tired and try to keep your balance, making it to your bed.

“I guess the jig is up” is the last thing you hear before passing out.

Clank! Clank! Clank!

The sound is loud, and wakes you up out of whatever state you were in. You are no longer in your room; instead, you find yourself chained to a wall, with an unknown person hammering a nail into it with a chain to your cuffs. You recognize the interior where you are and realize you are in the danger room, a section at the very top of the tower that you only come in if your regnum is threatened. So you guess you being here is fitting.

“Ah, you’re awake,” you hear Jihyo come in on the left side of you, carrying a metal tray of food.

You open your mouth to speak, but your voice is gone, and your throat is dry. How long have I been hanging here, you wonder to yourself. Jihyo sets the tray down and makes a hand gesture to the person nailing your chain to the wall, which stops immediately. You watch him leave the room, and it’s just you and her alone. You feel hurt and incredibly angry, as you never expected her to do something like this.

“Surprised?” Jihyo boasts with a big smile on her face. “You didn’t see this coming at all, huh?”

You don’t bother to respond; the pain in your throat from dehydration is not worth speaking. So instead, you watch her slowly pour Gatorade into a cup, come over to you, and force you to drink it.

“I don’t want you dying on me yet,” she discloses, pouring more juice into your cup. “I want you fully alert for what’s about to happen next.”

BOOM!

The loud explosion shakes your room, knocking Jihyo off balance, and your head bobs in a whiplash. You look towards the window and see smoke and debris flying everywhere. You instinctively move your left wrist, and you feel the nail come loose. A wave of relief washes over you because the person who nailed you to the wall did not do a good job. I can escape, you thought to yourself, I can be free and go find my husband. So you keep your poker face, watching Jihyo get up from the floor and brush herself off.

“Looks like your friends are here,” she quips angrily. “Why do they ALWAYS have to get in the way?”

“Why are you doing this?” Your voice cracks. “I have never done anything to you to make you do this—”

“SHUT UP!” She roars, catching you off guard. “You should have never turned down my offer, a chance to rule the Regnum together!”

At that point, her body shifts into a different person, a familiar person that boils your blood and makes you see red.

“Nebula,” you scoff. “You really can’t take no for an answer, huh?”

Nebula becomes visibly upset and slaps you across the face. The sting that lingers after her touch hurts your left cheek, but you will never let her see your pain. So instead, you stand up straighter, remembering that the nail is still loose on your left chain. There is another explosion, this one not impactful, but it sounds closer to you.

“All I wanted,” Nebula began, “was to rule beside you. We are both queens and strong women. We have worked very hard to maintain our places in this man-ruled galaxy, and you cast me aside because you don’t like how I rule my realm.”

“And?” You laugh in disbelief. “What about it? I am not going to partner with anyone who hands out inhumane punishments.”

“Argh —”

Nebula grabs another bottle on the tray, this one filled with a shimmery blue liquid, and pours it into a smaller cup. You watch her swish it a bit as you stand there patiently waiting for your chance to strike. You were already made well aware of how she rules her Regnum, and it was nothing that you wanted to be associated with. The only reason you two were in correspondence is that she helped your soldiers provide safe passage when they went to Pluto.

In return, you provided grain for her, an essential thing that they needed.

BOOM!

The floor shook once more, and you felt the nails loosen on both of your chains. You did your best to keep your arms close to the wall, so she wouldn’t be suspicious.

“Where is Jihyo?!” You demand. “What did you do to her?”

Nebula looks at me and lets out a hearty laugh, and you fear the worst for her. Jihyo never had anything to do with this. All you did was confide your dreams to her; you never thought she would be pulled into this.

“She’s alright, your highness,” Nebula finally discloses, and you let out a sigh of relief. “She is taking a little nap, just like you will once you take your medicine.”

She walks over to you, holding the cup in her hand, rubbing her finger across your bottom lip.

“You were always a pretty girl,” her eyes study your features. “It’s a shame that we couldn’t have worked together in ALL areas. Now you will sleep forever like your beloved Prince—.”

“Your highness? Are you here?!”

The voice comes from down below, and you know that it’s your guard coming to save you. You are grateful to have a dedicated team and friends who love you, who will put their lives on the line to rescue you and protect your home.

“Oh no, no, no!” Nebula shrieks, slamming the cup on the table and leaving the room. You hear a commotion right aside the door, and you seize the opportunity and loosen the nails further, so you can escape when you have the time. There is shuffling and a slam that busts the door wide open, Nebula flying through and landing on her back. Right after, your royal guard comes behind her, their wands and swords in hand, ready for another fight.

“Your highness, are you okay?” One of the girls sporting deep royal blue colors calls out.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” you shout back.

Nebula gets up from the ground, making her way towards you. She turns around, picking up the cup meant for you, and before she could react, you free your hand out of the chain, punching her in the jaw. Your adrenaline kicks in, hitting her with uppercuts and jabs in her stomach until she collapses on the floor, about to pass out.

“You never should have left!” You snap at her.

“Go on ahead!” She taunts back, spitting on the ground. “Do it!”

She looks delirious, laughing mechanically as you clutch onto her shirt. There’s nothing more you would want than to erase her existence from this place, from this lifetime. But then that would make you like her, and you are better than that. But you also recognize that she is a threat that must be stopped; otherwise, she will keep trying again. Turning around and looking at the table, you see the serum that she would’ve given you earlier. You have an idea, but you plan to get more answers out of her first.

“Where did you put Jihyo?” You ask her, trying to contain your anger.

“She is underneath the tree in the Jasmine flower field,” she sighs. “I’m sure you know where it is.”

You know precisely the place, the field that you and Namjoon would frequent, having picnics under the moon while the Jasmine flowers glowed under the light. You have an ache your chest, a type of hurt that you never thought you would experience, your best friend being hurt and left alone. It’s bad enough that Namjoon was taken away from you and put in a deep slumber, but now Jihyo was affected too? Finally, you can’t take it anymore, and you decide to put an end to her once and for all.

You get up, dust your knees, grab the serum, bend down and hold it directly over her mouth. Nebula stops laughing immediately; her eyes grow wide in fear as she stares at the cup in your hand.

“You wouldn’t?” She says in disbelief. “That is the last vial in the world, and there is no cure for that!”

“But you were so willing to give it to me?!” You growl. “You can truly go to the underworld.”

You quickly force the cup into her mouth, making her drink until it is empty, and watch her succumb to it. Then, you turn around and meet your royal guards, who you forgot were watching the whole thing. Everyone has shocked expressions on their faces, and it irritates you, making you feel like the bad guy you’re not.

“I need my bulls and chariot,” you command. “I need to find Jihyo.”

“W-we already called someone to get her once Nebula told us where you were,” one of the girls wearing orange spoke up.

You nod, turning around and looking at Nebula one last time, watching her in a deep slumber, knowing she will never wake up again. Then, you feel an arm touch your shoulder, and you turn around, facing a short-haired girl with blue hair.

‘Are you alright, your highness?” Her voice is soft, easing the tightness you feel in your chest.

“I’ll be okay once I know my friend is okay and Namjoon is back in my arms,” your voice shakes, succumbing to the anxiety you have been feeling this whole time.

“I think we should introduce ourselves,” the blue-haired girl announces. “I know you don’t remember us, and I am sure you are wondering what our names are.”

You nod, taking a seat in one of the chairs that were not damaged. Everyone introduces themselves: Mercury, Mars, Venus, Jupiter, Uranus, Neptune, and Pluto. Another girl was mentioned, but she wasn’t there, as she was sick in health and could not join the battle. You look at them, their tired faces concerned for you, and as you are about to speak, an older woman with beautiful brown skin and long dark hair comes into the room, holding your magicum. You needed no introduction, as you already knew who she was.

“Luna!” You cry, quickly getting out of your seat.

You hug her tightly, her warm embrace soothes like hot tea on a cold winter night. Everything you have experienced is weighing on you, and you unexpectedly break down in tears. You feel it all at once, and it’s hard to breathe; your stomach is tight and full of flutters. Your breasts feel tender as you touch her, and you break away, feeling awkward.

“Jihyo is okay,” Luna discloses. You exhale deeply, happy that she has been found and is safe. That just leaves you to find Namjoon and be with him at last.

“Where is Namjoon?” You question her. “I just need my bulls and chariot, and I will go to him now.:

“I don’t think you should go… In your condition,” Luna advises, showing you to your seat. “We have the antidote, and we can just bring him here.”

“I’m fine,” you wave her off, walking to the door. “Just tell me where Namjoon—”

“You’re pregnant,” Luna divulges, stopping you in your tracks. “I don’t think it’s safe.”

“Yeah, no,” you push back. “I am not pregnant. I am totally fine.”

“Y/N, I know a pregnant body when I see one,” Luna retorts, scoffing at your stubbornness. “When is the last time you’ve had a period? Have you been feeling nauseous lately? Has your stomach been feeling hard?”

You open your mouth to protest, but you realize she’s right. The past couple of months, you have not felt like yourself, and you thought it was just stress from everything that has happened. Having a baby was something that was never on your mind. He is in your dreams, for goddess-sake. How can this happen?

“I still need to see him and bring him home myself,” you insist, pushing your thoughts aside. “But I can take someone with me if that will make you feel better.”

Luna nods, motioning for Mars to come with you. You walk out of the tower, your bulls and chariots already waiting for you. You both climb, with Mars telling you where to go, across the moon.

“Alright then,” you swing the ropes on the chariots, signaling for the bulls to move. “Let’s go.”

You make your way to his location, riding your chariots across the moon to the Diana Valley. You know this place very well, as this is where you spent many picnics with Namjoon; the place is secluded and surrounded by flowers that only blossom in the moonlight. You can see Mercury shining from your left, the sun behind. Any other day you would have loved to see and marvel at the beautiful sight. But you have more pressing matters to bring Namjoon back to you.

You walk inside the house, and you are greeted by nurses and guards. Artemis comes forward, bowing down out of respect.

“How is he?” You ask, your eyes not leaving his sight.

“He is stable, your highness,” he discloses. “We have already given him the antidote, and we were waiting for you.”

“Why?” You implore, walking over to him.

“In order for him to be fully healed, he needs the kiss of his one true love.”

You raise an eyebrow, not sure if you should believe what you are hearing. Of course, you only hear these things in fairytales, but the way your life has been going the past few years, you might as well be living in one. The staff moves out the way, and you lean down, leaving a sweet kiss on his lips.

“Come back to me,” you murmur, pushing his hair back from his face. “I need you.”

At that moment, his eyes open slowly, his dilated pupils coming back to normal. The room grows quiet; you can almost hear the breathing from every person. You don’t try to hold back tears. Instead, you let them fall freely on your hands and clothes, waiting for him to recognize you.

“Hi, princess,” he mumbles. “Did you miss me?”

Three months later

It took a while to bring him back to a full bill of health, and despite you being six months pregnant, you dote on him every day, making sure he was taken care of. Jihyo was also okay, and you made sure she was good before you took her back to Earth. She had so many questions for you, some you could not really answer herself, but at the end of the day, she was glad that you were okay.

Finally, Luna explained that you had an essence inside of you that allowed the things that affected your dreams to come over to you in the real world, hence your pregnancy. The Regnum’s engineers worked hard on a way to allow you to travel back and forth between realms, so you could tend to your kingdom, Namjoon and your duties on Earth. You did that for a while, and as much as you enjoy being able to go back and forth whenever you want, you crave something stable… Something that felt more like home.

“Namjoon, baby?” You walk into your bedroom and off your sandals that made your feet ache all day.

Namjoon is sitting in the bed, reading a book you brought him from Earth about its history. Namjoon has always been an avid reader, and every time you came back home, you made sure to get several books to occupy his time.

“Hey babe,” Namjoon greets you, closing his book and helping you out of your coat. “Did you make it here safely?”

“Yeah,” you beam at him. “I brought you more books and some pastries from my favorite bakery on Earth.”

You show him the box filled with slices of cake and macaroons, and Namjoon eagerly takes it from you, setting it down on a small table. You change into your pajamas, opting to wear a nightgown as they feel the most comfortable nowadays with your growing belly. You feel this little one growing inside of you, and it has never made you feel closer to Namjoon. You two have always had a strong connection before, but the twins you carry have sealed the deal. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

You sit down at the table, taking a slice of cake and pouring a couple of tea with it. You eat with Namjoon merrily, talking about your day and your future plans for your children. You are having a nursery built adjacent to your royal quarters, so you can have access to your children at all times. It’s strange, you feel so protective of them, and they aren’t even born yet. Is this what a motherly feeling is?

“Hey,” you take a sip of your tea before continuing. “There is something I want to talk to you about.”

Namjoon nods, setting down his fork and wiping his face with a royal napkin. He grabs your hand, rubbing it with his thumb, encouraging you to say what’s on your mind.

“I don’t want to travel back and forth anymore,” you babble, your nerves eating at you from the inside. “It’s a lot of traveling back and forth, and as we get closer to the babies coming, I want to stay in one place.”

Namjoon’s face drops a little, and you panic on the inside, not sure how he is taking it. You never have been the best at confessing your feelings in general, but one thing you know for sure is that you want to be where he is. Being with Namjoon feels like home.

“So,” he clears his throat. “Does this mean that you want to stay on Earth?”

“Huh?” You say. “Stay on Earth? God, no. I want to be here with you.”

Namjoon’s face lights up, and he quickly gets out of his seat, lifting you up in praise. You can’t help but smile; feeling his joy and happiness has always been important to you. It centers your world.

“Are you sure?” Namjoon looks into your eyes. “What about Jihyo? Your parents?”

“I’ll… work that out,” you sigh, laying your arms around his shoulders. “We are already married, and we are about to start a family. I don’t want to be away from you anymore.”

A light of understanding dawns on Namjoon's eyes, and your heart wants you to kiss him, so you do that. His manly arms are wrapped around your waist but not too tight because your protruding stomach is keeping you two at a distance.

“I love you,” your voice is barely audible, but it’s loud enough for him to hear you.

“I love you more, baby,” he says, kissing you on your temple. “I’ll put the cakes away; why don’t you go and lay down.:

At that moment, you yawn; the long travel and incoming itis your body feels from eating your cake is taking over. You get in the bed and fluff up your pillows, waiting for Namjoon to finish putting everything away before you go to sleep. He climbs in shortly after, hugging you close and cradling your stomach. You feel safe in his arms; your security blanket has never felt so good.

“Baby?” Namjoon whispers. “Do you ever wonder where you would be if we never met on your birthday? Where you would be?”

You turn around and face him, his hands holding yours.

“Sometimes,” you admit. “But I’m glad I met you that night of the full moon. I know I don’t remember who I was before… I wish I could get those memories back. But maybe this is better; who I am now?”

Namjoon doesn’t say anything more, so you hold each other, falling into a blissful sleep.

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