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happilychaengs · 1 year

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Love Kills

a/n: i'm back. i know this is a bit all over the place (and maybe just poorly written) but please try to cut me some slack. ending's rushed as well. sorry

hanahaki au

word count: 2,172

huh yunjin x gender neutral reader

The Hanahaki disease is a disease almost everyone gets in their lifetime. Though you're sure most cases don't get as bad as yours. Moments with you above your sink are far and between but every time you do see your red covered sink, you're reminded of the fact that she doesn't love you back. At least not in the way you had hoped.

At first it was so simple.

It begun with a simple bump of the shoulders. A short conversation. An exchange of numbers. Nothing out of the ordinary but it's how you first met Huh Yunjin. The girl you'd die for.

She initially was just a friend. That's all you ever saw her as. she was kind, funny, and very very beautiful but you only saw her for what you thought she was to you at the time. Until you reached the tipping point. It was nonsensical really.

You caught the cold that was running rampant in your community as of late and she had the gall to take care of you despite her extreme dislike of being sick herself. Your head rested on her lap as she looked over you, your eyes shut closed. You enjoyed the calm and quiet as did she.

Though moments later when your eyelids flutter open, you meet her eyes. Those fucking hazel brown eyes. The way they watched over you, analyzing every part of you, worried that you're in pain.

"Are you alright?" Her tone is so soft, worried that she'd be disturbing you but it truly was the opposite. The comfort her voice brought you, unlike any other was unmatched.

"You shouldn't be so close..." you muttered, "You'll get sick... "

Then there's that painfully melodious laughter that she plays aloud, "It's okay. You'll be there to take care of me, right?"

A playful smile crosses her lips as she tilts her head slightly, her hair cascading off her shoulders and directly down towards you, a few stray strands poking at your eyes and making you wince, water beginning to pool in your eyes.

You feel her hands cup your face, as she leans in further to look at you, concerned that you're hurt as her soft rosy lips inch ever closer to your forehead. Your eyes lock with hers as you feel your ever so cold cheeks heat up in retaliation.

"Are you okay?"

And that was the moment you realized the tightening in your chest meant a whole lot more than you did previously.

You liked Huh Yunjin.

The following weeks to come is nothing but confusing for you. You start to notice the little things she does. The way she acts. The way she puts her hair up in a ponytail in the face of a "grueling" task. The way she scrunches her nose up in a failed attempt to fix her glasses. The way she cackles at her own dad jokes even though you hold the most distain towards them. The way her eyes light up and sparkle when she sees something she loves.

"Say Y/N... Why did the cookie go to the doctor?"

"Don't."

You hear a distasteful snicker to your left as you rolled your eyes. You prepare yourself mentally and physically for the inevitable punchline.

"It was feeling crumbly!" And although you hate the jokes she makes, this one was not that bad. A small smile somehow escapes onto your lips as you catch in the corner of your eye the absolute astonishment on her face.

"I made... you smile." Her disbelief is soon hidden away by her cheery demeanor and a loud cackle, her finger poking at your cheeks teasingly. "Is the world ending today? I made you smile with a dad joke!"

And despite the fact that you began to feel sick the day of, it was the night of her birthday when you gave her a small gift along with a bouquet of her favorite flowers. Blue Hydrangeas.

Your gift is beautifully wrapped with the best wrapping paper you could find, a small yellow bow on top. She looks at you with a pout on her face, "Can I really tear this open? You put so much effort into it..."

You give her a small nod as you signal her to go for it, "It's all for you. Don't worry about it."

She pauses for a moment to take a look at the present, almost like she was committing it to memory before she reluctantly pulls the bow off, slowly tearing at the wrapping paper. It's only mere seconds as she lets out an audible gasp at the sight of the velvety jewelry box inside.

"What is this?" She asks as she holds the small box between her fingers, "Are you sure this is for me?"

"I'm sure."

She flips the top of the box open as yet another gasp escapes her lips. It was a beautiful silver necklace, with a small heart locket, letters etched on top. "Y/N/I + J..." She reads aloud as she opens the locket slowly, seeing the pleasant surprise inside. It was a picture of you two and the stars, the one night you two escaped the city. "Oh my god..."

She looks between you and the locket several times, her lips parted in disbelief. The chain seemed to glimmer even more in the light, the locket sparkling like a star in her hands.

"Can you put it on for me?"

Goosebumps begin to form on your skin from how cold you began to feel as you nodded and picked up the two ends of the necklace between your fingers. You carefully lifted it up over her head as she tilted her head back and moved her hair to her left shoulder, exposing her bare neck. You fastened the clasp as the necklace settled comfortably against her skin. She looked down at the locket above her collarbone, admiring how it shone. Her fingers played with the locket slightly as she gets up and gives you an unsuspecting hug.

"Thank you so much Y/N. I love you."

And upon hearing that in that moment, your throat becomes itchy. Your chest tightens up. Something gets caught in your throat, almost enough to make you choke.

"It's nothing, really." You choke out as you break the hug prematurely. "Excuse me."

You hear her confusion and surprise in one as a light "oh" escapes her lips while you rush yourself to the bathroom down the hall. The foreign object begins to make its way out of your throat, almost escaping through your mouth as you cover it with your hand. Your legs rush you inside the bathroom, the door quickly shutting behind you.

You struggle to get it out but the next thing you can remember, the porcelain white sink is stained with a shade of dark red, all hiding a small blue petal. One you recognize immediately considering it's just right outside. A petal of a Blue Hydrangea.

Your mouth is filled with a metallic aftertaste, your lips shuddering at the sight of the clumps of blood in the sink. You look at the mirror. Your reflection stares back at you and the realization hits you fast.

You loved Huh Yunjin.

Chaewon truly isn't surprised when you tell her but she is definitely worried. She crosses her arms as she looks at you, her head tilted slightly. You can tell her mind is going a mile a minute, thinking of all the possible scenarios and stupid outcomes that'd come from this.

"I think you should tell her."

You scoff as you rolled your eyes, "There's no point. I know how she feels about me and it's not in the way I could hope for."

"How would you know?"

You point to the bathroom behind you, "I'm suffering right now, aren't I?"

Her eyes widen in acknowledgement as a small nod is given, her lips pursed tight, "Right. Sorry." She shakes her head, probably in disappointment at herself as she heads to the kitchen, "Do you want something to drink?"

You decline and you start to do your research on treatments, Chaewon by your side soon after but the lack of variety of treatments was something you couldn't accept. To forget her would be to forget yourself. To make you forget how to love her, you'd forget how to love at all. She was your first love and probably will be your last.

Some people recover from the realization that their love was not all that. That it wasn't all they made it out to be. But your case couldn't have started further. You fully realized the extent of how far your love goes for her.

Chaewon slumps her head onto your shoulders, staring at your phone screen as she takes a sip of her tea. "Promise me, Y/N. If it becomes too much, you'll forget about her. Please."

A weak, pensive smile plays across your face as you set your phone down. "I don't know if I can."

The moment she discovers it is the moment it all begins to fall apart. Your disease has taken a turn for the worse, your moments spent coughing the petals of the flowering plant in your lungs getting longer and longer.

The front door of your apartment clicks open though it doesn't quite reach your ears. Yunjin wasn't ever one to announce her arrival and using the keys to your apartment, she couldn't help but be curious when she heard the retching sounds coming from your bathroom. She set the food down on the table quietly as her body moves quickly to the door separating you two.

The way you're sounding, the unpleasant retching sounds coming from outside the door makes her heart pang against her chest. Worry overcomes her body as she turns the door knob and swings the door open, her eyes not believing the scene playing out in front of her.

Your back is hunched over the sink, your chest heaving up and down as your knuckles turned an extreme white from how tight you gripped the counter. Then there's the blood. The oh sickening blood. The numerous clots and splotches of red spread across your sink. And although it's almost invisible, she spots it. The petals of a Blue Hydrangea. Her favorite.

You look up into the mirror and you see Yunjin, distress and guilt overcoming every sense you had. There she was with her worried expression. Her faltering eyes. Her wavering lips. The way words want to escape her mouth and yet nothing comes out but whimpers.

"What... what is this? Y/N... don't tell me it's true."

Blood trickles down your lips as you continue to stare at her downcast hazel brown eyes through your mirror, "I'm sorry."

The night after is nothing short of hundreds of text messages, all failed attempts to apologize for your feelings and the day after is nothing short of that extreme awkwardness you have between strangers.

The small gathering you hold together with the girls after their comeback is always something you do for them to make sure they know they're supported but with Yunjin on the right side of the couch avoiding you, it seemed like you were the one who needed support.

Chaewon sits on the floor, staring between the two of you knowingly as the tension becomes palpable. She can see the way you want to say something from how your lips move but nothing comes out. And she also sees Yunjin's mind racing as she darts her eyes around to anywhere but you.

"Yunji-"

"Don't." You stare at her and you see the way her eyes falter, the way her heart shatters at the mere action of cutting you off.

Stay away. It's obvious she wants you to, for your own sake but that's sadly what makes you love her even more.

She's but a few minutes away and yet she feels so far away now. The way she pushes you away, the way she cuts you off, the way she ignores your texts, the way she avoids you. It's evident you're not her favorite person right now.

"It'll get better. You'll move on." Chaewon's reminder plays in your head as you stare at your screen, your finger hovering slightly above the send button.

I love you.

In your mind, maybe just maybe those words can make an impact on her. It's the only thing on your mind as you cough again, your hand becoming stained with a dark red, that stupid blue petal falling off your thumb.

You know your time's running out. Chaewon knows it too but she doesn't want to trample all over your feelings like Yunjin's been doing to you. It gets worse everyday. It hurts more and more everyday. Your fingers start trembling over your screen as you press down on it.

Your phone dings and you set it down, but you know it's pointless. You know she loves you back.

Just not in the way that'd save you.

#huh yunjin x reader #huh yunjin #huh yunjin angst #kpop angst #le sserafim imagines #le sserafim x reader #le sserafim angst #i'm actually nervous to post a fic after what seems to feel like so long #fingers crossed #praying this doesn't flop

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movedtolilmouzee · 1 year

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𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔩𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢...

𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘬𝘪.

(𝚉𝚎𝚎'𝚜 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎- 𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘! 𝚘𝚖𝚐 𝚣𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚔𝚢𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜?!? 𝚂𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚎)

Aki hadn't ever considered where he'd be in life right now. Cuddled in his bed with the love of his life, His fingers running through your hair untangling your bed head, watching your chest rise and fall as you refused to wake up from your sleep. Aki never knew he'd be so lucky to have something so wonderful like you in his life but what he did know was that he cherished it everyday.

Aki's morning routine will occasionally differ depending on you. When you do wake up when aki does, he'll let you lay on his chest while he gently scratches your back, giving you soft forehead kisses and just having small conversations with you while you wake up. Once you've both had some time to wake up, Aki will pick out his clothes either his usual work suit or clothes he can wear to lounge around the house in. He'll happily wait for you to do the same or help you pick an outfit.

Once you both have your clothes ready He'll start a shower for the both of you, waiting for the water to warn up while stripping himself out of his clothes and setting them in the hamper before stepping into the shower, letting you know that the water was warm enough for you to step in. Aki will prioritize washing your hair and body first. He loves when you lean into his touch while he's massaging the shampoo into your hair. After he's done with you, he'll do his usual routine and step out of the shower, grabbing a towel for you and him.

Aki makes getting dressed easier by just setting the clothes near the bathroom sink so you can dry off and slip into your clothes without having to travel all across the house. After you're both dressed and dried off, aki will get your toothbrush ready and will brush his teeth with you softly humming.

Aki doesn't really care much for breakfast most days but he'll make a small batch of either pancakes, eggs with toast and bacon, or anything you like. If you don't enjoy eating breakfast aki will happily skip the meal and start to make himself a cup of coffee. Offering to make you a cup as well if you enjoy coffee, if not he'll offer different drinks that adjust more to your liking.

Once breakfast is made, drinks are done, aki will walk outside and sit down in his chair, cigarettes sitting on the table next to him, coffee and newspaper in hand. When you sit outside with him, he'll sip on his coffee while listening to you talk. When you're done or choose not to sit outside, he'll smoke a cigarette and read his newspaper.

Life with Aki is simple and happy.

#mouzees corner #chainsaw man #chainsaw man aki #aki chainsaw man #aki hayakawa #aki hayakawa fluff #aki fluff #chainsaw man fluff #chainsaw man x reader #aki x you #aki x reader #aki x y/n #hayakawa aki #praying this doesn't flop #chainsaw man aki hayakawa #csm aki #aki csm

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cquackity · 1 year

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alright! i've been inspired by @the-g-m's c!quackity playlist, and i want to work on a c!wilbur one that everyone can be a part of. there is no limit to the amount of c!wilbur songs you can send me. one or twenty or one hundred lol. i will listen to every single one of them, and i'm going to create a finalized playlist like tgm's. so go ham in my inbox. let's make a really cool communal c!wilbur mix. also feel free to reblog this post with songs as well, or just reblog it in general for reach. <3

#praying this doesn't flop #because i think it'd be so so fucking cool #personal #wilbur soot #wilburplaylist

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silenthill2ps2 · 2 months

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i caved and pre-ordered the killer klowns from outer space game i couldn't help myself that movie is too near and dear to my heart

#al post #praying that it doesn't flop but every asymm game is doomed to die cuz of dbd

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bredforloyalty · 8 months

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i love my sister WITH all of her flaws and mistakes BECAUSE i know exactly how those came to be and BECAUSE she's also wonderful. but my god. she fucking tests me sometimes

#so your id card is lost and also might be expired and you need an id card for the in-person university registration and the registration is #tomorrow at 1 pm. okay #i pray to god and jesus and everyone that they can give her a temporary identity card (as in a piece of paper)..#i don't know what else to do. if she doesn't obtain an id this week i guess she's not enrolling #if we don't obtain it in the morning i'll send her to the registration anyway and ask her to try to work something out with her passport #i don't know i'm stressing. plus i'm gonna flunk out next semester for sure :|#flop era #flop lives etc etc

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jimmerzz0905 · 1 year

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euhueheheheuehehhhhhhhhhhhhhghgh,,,,, cr oc shipfic (also this mentions death so yea)

I Guess You Could Say That I Want You to Stay (Kombumile/Chamomile x Lemon Kombucha) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chamomile sighed as she flopped on her bed, thinking of nothing but what had happened earlier. She and her girlfriend had shared their first kiss today, although it was... well, awkward. It's Lemon Kombucha and Chamomile, what did you expect? Sure, it may have been in the middle of an alley. Sure, they were surrounded by Scoby Pigeons--who were known as Brewcuppia's flying rats--instead of the much more graceful Vanilla Doves. Sure, it may have stunk of damp bricks. But still, there was just something about that moment that was just so... enchanting. But then something hit her like a truck. What if she was to lose Lemon Kombucha one day? It was like a pattern, almost everyone she loved would be taken away from her. Like her mom, Mayor Rosehip Cookie to her very important job that took away LOTS of family time. Or even worse, like her sibling Hibiscus who went missing, or her father Amber Mountain who died. Oh. What if Lemon Kombucha didn't really like her? What if they were to dump her? What if she was killed? Imagining all of these things, Chamomile was taken out of her previously euphoric state, removed her father's coat-cape from her back, and sat up. She pondered about what would probably happen to her if she were to lose her beloved girlfriend and started to feel a tear rolling down her cheek. ...Or was it two tears? No, more than that. Much, much more than that. She grabbed her pillow to try and wipe the tears away from her cheeks, but they wouldn't go away. The thought of losing Kombucha wouldn't go away. It wouldn't go away. It wouldn't go away. It wouldn't go away. "Hey, snap back to reality, Chamomile," the teenaged Cookie thought to herself. "There is no way they're leaving you. You are a loving girlfriend. You love her. They love you, come on!" Chamomile was right smack-dab in the middle of her thoughts when she heard a knock on the window. There was usually only one Cookie who would come to where her room was, and that was- IT WAS LEMON KOMBUCHA! Chamomile grabbed her coat and ran all the way to the window where she heard the knocking, and saw Lemon Kombucha's scarred yet beautiful face, looking away from her. With all of her strength, Chamomile hoisted the window open. "Yes, Lemon Kombucha?" "...Huh? Oh. Hey, Chamomile. Uhhh, what's with the streaks on your face?" Oh. "Oh, erm... it's complicated." "No, you can tell me." Chamomile looked away and tried to wipe the dried tears off of her face. "It's... it's nothing, really. I was just worried that I'd lose you one day, that you probably didn't like me because I'm not really as strong as you, o-or..." "...Well, er, I guess you could say that I don't want you to go away.." "Chams, why d'you think I'd ever leave you? Come on. You're probably the nicest Cookie I've ever met in my life, plus I don't really care if you're physically strong or not." Lemon Kombucha cupped their girlfriend's face with one hand. Chamomile pressed it closer and smiled back at them. "You're literally one of the only Cookies aside from Sour Choco that I'd protect with my whole fucking life, plus I don't think I'll be leaving you anytime soon." "Eh... eh-heh... thanks." After seeing the looks in each other's eyes, the two Cookies pulled closer for one more kiss. It was... somehow more satisfying than the one shared earlier. "...Anyways, wanna go eat some drywall?" "Lemon Kombucha." "What? I was kidding!" "Haha, alright... your jokes genuinely concern me sometimes, though." "Ha, 'kay then." "...Anyways, you wanna go out or something, or...?" "Sure! Where to?" "Dunno, maybe that wall near the park with all that gruh-fee-fee or whatever on it." "I think you mean 'graffiti.'" "Yeah, graffiti. Anyways, see you in half an hour?" "Yes, half an hour is nice. I'll see you then!" "'Kay, bye." "Bye!" Chamomile kissed Lemon Kombucha on their scarred cheek before they climbed down the window. After her surprisingly nice girlfriend left, Chamomile decided to prepare herself for their not-so-fairytale date.

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anyways happy lesbian visibility week!!

#death mention #my mom listens to this band btw #I love it ngl #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #crk #cookie run ocs #chamomile cookie #lemon kombucha cookie #chamomile x lemon kombucha #kombumile #ship fic #oc fiction #me when the cookies are yuri #praying that this doesn't flop #Spotify

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choerrysjubiles · 2 years

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Garden of the Gods

pairing: Louis x reader

tags: female reader (only because of the outfit, otherwise gn) / 2.3k words / it's pretty much just fluff

authors note: hok5 is killing me! after seeing the mv i HAD to write this! also i hope you can't tell i rushed the ending lol

The gardens of King Louis’ court, this is where the gods’ live. Where the smell of oranges is intoxicating, where the ground is soft beneath your sandals, and where the newest party is being thrown. The people at court are dressed in chitons and peplos’, wearing masks and crowns representing which god they’re dressed as. Alongside the flowers naturally grown here there are decor pieces of roses, crocuses, and other bright and fragrant flowers. At each centerpiece in the garden there is burning incense, some areas have frankincense and others have myrrh, giving either a sweet or sophisticated scent.

Walking with stride and purpose, King Louis and his fellow men are the only ones not wearing such attire, they are in normal button ups and jackets. As they can view life from the past, they are expressed as being of a higher status and continue living in the present. "Gentlemen, what do you think?" Louis asks.

"Charming." one of them says, "Very you, don't you think?" "Very me?" Louis turns to see his guests face, carrying a look of amusement.

"Yes, you've always been fond of your dear god, Apollo. Now, instead of keeping the imagery to yourself it's expressed to your court." The guest explains, taking in the details of all the work Louis and his staff put into this.

"I hope this isn't said as an insult." Louis laughs. "Of course not," the king joins in the playful talking, "You are a very unique character, everything you touch leaves an imprint." Hearing this comment makes Louis feel at ease and a little giddy.

They start walking towards the table with drinks, "Pick whichever you'd like, we have wine, orange water, anything you'd like!" Louis offers. "What's this?" The king, with a charming mole below his eye, asked.

"Let's call it ambrosia. It's a wine mixed with honey and some fruit juices, very good! It's to minick the drink of the gods." Louis gleams, he doesn't know if he's ever felt this level of happiness before. Just for a little bit, to stop being king and be himself, a poet.

"As you can see," Louis gestures to his other guests, "We are the gods, at least for tonight, so we must do as they do."

One of the kings wraps his arm around Louis' shoulders, "Poetic as always."

They make their way into the chateau, you watch them the whole interaction. A habit you've found yourself doing.

One might think of you as Echo, the nymph cursed to repeat what's been said, a poor girl in an unrequited love with Narcissus. But you are not her. You're someone special, a goddess who was the first of her kind: the Witch. Specifically, the witch Circe. Dressed in a cream chitone with a warm green shawl, a crown of leaves atop your head with undone hair. You're adorned with perfumes of earthy scents, to really emulate the free-ness of Circe.

Louis recommended it, you would have been dressed as a heroine of sorts. Maybe a Pleiade like Elektra or Maia, or even a character like Cassandra or Eurydice. You didn't think much of playing dress up, but this wasn't so bad. Circe is a fascinating character, hearing Louis talk of her family was very entertaining.

You keep track of time as they discuss whatever business the kings have. It is not your place to know what's being talked about, King Louis only asked you to keep guard and note who disobeyed orders. You remember that day very clearly, Louis just got back from his trip to meet with these kings, "I will be discussing sensitive matters, no one will be allowed near. The price for getting caught will be high treason. Anyone who dares misstep or shake my reputation among these kings will face consequences."

He was so mad even thinking of someone doing that. He gave you and some loyal servants the job of keeping watch of the chateau, noting every person who dares try to ruin this meeting for the king. So far there's been two, they showed up before the kings arrived and did something inside the chateau.

It's boring for now, but when the meeting is over that's when Louis promised the party to get more fun. He promised some Greek story improv, you're looking forward to the nobles dressed as satyrs.

About halfway through the meeting some lower noble starts messing around, the guards get called and carry him off. His name is written and will be dealt with within the week. 'I know it's important to Louis but, god, is this boring.' you think to yourself. 'He did give me the luxury to take breaks, unlike the poor servants. Oh well, I'll just get a drink.'

You make your way to the drinks and get some orange water, a Versailles speciality.

Walking to a new spot to gaze over the chateau, you look around the guests and see what they're up to. This person chugging as much wine as possible, those two getting a little handsy and running off to somewhere private, oh a table of Louis' right hand men, they're more entertained by watching everyone else rather than joining in.

As time goes, Louis and his friends walk out of the chateau, a smirk on his face showing he's gotten whatever he needed from them. He spots you and leads the kings to meet you.

"Gentlemen, this is a dear friend of mine, Y/N." you flush a little at the word 'dear' 'I'm a dear friend? How dear am I to be introduced that way?' "Ah, gentlemen, it is a pleasure to meet you." You give a small curtsey.

Louis grasps your arm, "Will you show them around, I need to do something," "Of course." The eye contact between the two of you was a little heavy, making you ponder more on the term 'Dear friend,' he said just a minute ago.

As he leaves, you show the 7 kings around the palace gardens, showing them the theater where classic Greek plays are being performed and where the temple to Apollo was, it's only a temple for tonight, usually this was a small dining room where the ladies at court enjoyed meals and parties in the gardens.

"He made a makeshift temple?" One king was humored by this, not humored exactly, surprised and noting how 'This is totally something Louis would do.'

"He's a dedicated follower." You amused them. "What's inside the temple?" This king was a little hesitant to walk inside, "Would you like to enter and find out?" Cue the eight of you entering the Temple d'Apollon.

Inside the temple, everything was adorned with gold and yellow. There were musicians playing the lyre, adorned with laurel wreaths. Every corner had a statue or bust of Apollo, and most importantly the doors had an image of a sun on them. There was an earthy smell of Hyacinth and frankincense. Being in here felt as though you'd step into antiquity Greece, or a romanticized version of Greece.

"Ah, so you've stumbled across Temple d'Apollon?" Louis was at the door with a cheerful smirk. He changed into a yellow off-white chitone, adorning a laurel wreath and a golden archery bow. "You outdo yourself." said a king, 'Woah how did I not notice how tall this guy is?' you were a little shocked staring up at him.

"Now if I am to guess correctly," The king in a ponytail said, "You are your patron, Apollo?"

"I couldn't find any better fit."

"And who are you?" A king turned to you, slowly they all turned to look at what you wore, trying to pin down what goddess you could be.

"I am Circe of Aiaia, goddess of witchcraft."

"There's even a witch goddess?"

"A few actually," You said with a smirk. Some eyes lingered on you. "Who else?"

You pondered, "Well all of Circe's siblings are witches, Perses, Pasiphae, and Aeetes. There's also Hekate, you could consider her more of a goddess of witchcraft, the others just happen to be witches."

Looking outside of the temple, Louis noticed the intermission between plays. "Oh! I think it's time for one of the plays to start, shall I guide your majesties?" Louis said, giving a dramatized bow.

"You go above and beyond, Louis," One laughed, "We'd love to."

The Nine of you walk towards the side of the garden where there are chairs for the theatre. It's a few posts with gold ropes and vines wrapped around it with sheer drapes to give the look of a theater.

The kings get the seats in the front, Louis making sure you and him sit next to each other. The play starts and, though it's improv and based purely on memory, it's well set up. 'It's a wonder how he always gets things done so swiftly.'

Louis leans slightly to you, "Do you think they're enjoying the party." It's hard to tell, but there's worry in his voice.

"Of course, for as long as I've seen them they've been smiling and laughing. I don't know how they wouldn't be having fun." You assured him.

Gazing over at his guests, Louis feels relieved to see them enjoying the play. "See," You say, "They're enjoying their time."

He lets out a breath he's been holding in, "Yeah, you're right." Turning towards you "Thank you, I don't know how much I could've done without your help."

Smiling, you tell him "Thank-you's can happen later, right now we need to tend to our guests."

As you turn to watch the rest of the play, Louis stays still. Still gazing at you, 'Our guests' he thinks, 'Why do I like the way it's said when you're speaking those words?'

When the play ends, Louis walks the guests over to the center of the gardens, a clear view of all the fun being had.

“Now, I think this is a better welcome to my palace of Versailles.” Louis announces.

“Truly a sight, every turn there is something to be seen.” One king says, but you can’t deduce whether this is a backhanded comment or not.

There’s a light pop, gazing upwards, the fireworks have started.

One of the taller kings, who looks like the leader of this group, laughs “Everytime I think you’ve outdone yourself, you pull out more theatrics.”

Louis gives a sheepish grin, “Something I just can’t help.”

As the night begins to end and servants start cleaning up some messes, Louis shows the kings to their apartments, “I would be a horrible host if I didn’t let you stay over!”

Each of their apartments were personalized to them, mixing elements of Versailles and their own kingdom. Letting them feel at home even in a foreign kingdom.

As everyone settles in, you and Louis are in his apartment. Both slouching onto the couch, you can finally unwind. The air was silent, but with your company Louis feels at ease. He always felt as though he could only be his true self when you are around. The two of you had an unspoken agreement that there was no judgement towards each other, the court of Versailles was filled with one-upping another. There was not a moment where someone wasn’t keeping an eye on you. But in the privacy of each other, those walls could be let down.

You can feel Louis’ eyes on your hand, like he’s contemplating whether it’s appropriate to hold you.

“Are you okay? It’s been a stressful day.” You ask.

“I’m fine, just exhausted.” he lets out a sigh.

“Should I tuck you into bed, your Majesty.” You joke. He bursts into a laugh, “Can I– can I say something? Something a little more serious?”

“Of course, what’s wrong?”

“N-nothings wrong, I just,” he starts. He starts looking around the room, a light pink growing on his cheeks.

“Maybe it was the other kings, maybe it was during the play, I, uh.” He can feel his heart beat out of his ribcage, he’s never been this nervous in his life. ‘I’m a king!’ He thought, ‘King’s don’t get nervous!’

“I’m very appreciative of you being with me.” He stammers, ‘This is sounding so wrong!’ he thinks.

“You’re apprecia-”

“I’m in love with you!”

‘Oh no’ Louis thinks, face turned entirely red. You sat there speechless, taking in as much as possible. The silence was very heavy and clouded the whole room.

“I- uh,” He starts.

“I think I may be in love with you, too.” You begin to blush, “We’ve always had some air of romance together,” you laugh.

“Really?” Louis can’t comprehend what he just heard.

“Yeah,” You smile at him.

He falls back onto the couch, “That was so stressful to do!” You burst out laughing. Standing up, you walk over and kiss his forehead, “Well now all the stress is over. Tomorrow should be a breeze.”

He grabs your hand, “Stay the night?”

“Of course,”

You sat onto the ground, directly facing Louis, for most of that night the two of you talked. When the morning came, you were asleep leaning onto the couch and Louis was sleeping on the floor.

“Your Majesty! Are you okay?” A head servant asked frantically.

Waking up, Louis stretched, “I’m fine, I’m fine. What’s the matter?”

The servant straightened up, “Breakfast is soon, what should be on the menu for your guests?”

“Whatever is our finest, go.”

With that, the servant leaves the room. Louis gets up and walks towards you, picking you up he gently lays you onto his bed. Tucking you in as he gets ready for the day.

You stir a little, “Don’t worry, get some more rest. I may have to talk about more boring issues with the other kings. Sleep now.”

#kingdom imagines #kingdom scenarios #kingdom x reader #dongsik x reader #louis kingdom x reader #i hate the title omg it was put last second i COULD NOT figure out a name eek #lets pray this doesn't flop #also: all critiques are useful! pls give feedback <3

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