#royalty!au

[matchamilkislover]

White Horse, 1. (a.a.)

pairing: knight!abby x princess!reader

cw: fantasy!au, fem!reader, eventual displays of fighting and violence bc it’s fantasy, kind of slow burn?, tension, reader has an attitude, tall af!abby bc size difference, royalty!au, mentions of arranged marriages, some mentions of au politics, abby in armor is a warning in itself

synopsis: you are the youngest princess of the royal family that rules over your kingdom, Aphrynia. now a young adult, you’ve come of age in a tense time, and your personal protection is of utmost importance — which is why the resignation of your previous personal knight means a rushed reassignment ceremony with little to no preface. That being said, why does the name of your new knight sound so familiar?

word count: 2.8k

a/n: this is gonna be so trope-heavy and romantic and cheesy and i don’t even care i’ve been giggling and kicking my feet this whole time

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“Princess, you really do need to get up.”

You groaned, rolling over in your excessively comfortable bed as your lady’s maid, Nina, started forcefully pulling the many blankets you had covering you off. Your proper mind knew that she was right, that you needed to get ready, but the pounding in your head begged otherwise; and right now, the pounding side was winning. You tried to sit up and open your eyes, but the bright sunlight instantly blinded you, causing you to groan and fall back again. Nina sighed.

“Either you get up, or I’m calling George and he can drag you out himself.”

That made you sit up. You’d had enough of your second eldest brother ripping you out of bed throughout your childhood to last a lifetime. Your legs already felt a phantom soreness at just the thought.

“Okay, okay, I surrender, I’m up…” you grumbled, swinging your legs over the edge of the mattress and tenderly standing on the cold floor. Nina rolled her eyes as she started gathering materials for you to bathe.

“I told you to ease up on the wine last night,” she scolded as you started shedding your nightclothes and trudged to your washroom.

You rolled your eyes in response and yawned. “Don’t judge me! You would let loose a little too if you knew it was your last night before getting assigned another overbearing knight,” you replied dramatically. These were the times that you both loved and resented that you and Nina had known each other since childhood; sometimes she knew you a little too well. Nina just chuckled and followed you.

A while later, you were clean and dry. And cold. You shivered as Nina helped you slip layer after layer of your intricate clothing on your body. “Why is it so frigid in here this morning? I can literally hear the fire going,” you whined as another shiver made your arms shake. Nina shrugged as she picked up another layer.

“The mornings have been getting colder lately,” Nina remarked thoughtfully. “Perhaps an off the shoulder dress wasn’t the best decision the seamstress could’ve made for today’s gown.” She grimaced as she eyed the off the shoulder masterpiece waiting to be adorned.

Your pout spoke for you. Even so, you had to admit the gown was rather lovely. The gauzy pink seemed to shimmer in the light, and you couldn’t help but stare at it in the mirror once you had finally put it on. Nina, however, still anxiously watched the time and rushed to finish getting you ready.

For whatever reason, one you weren’t exactly keen on understanding, being assigned a personal knight was something of a ceremony in the royal family, and was therefore to be treated as such. And ever since your former knight, Mattheo, had resigned not even a fortnight ago to wed and begin a life outside of his knighthood, you had been assigned a rotation of lower knights while a replacement was decided on. While you couldn’t blame Mattheo for wanting to have a different life and a family, you couldn’t help but resent his leaving just a little bit; he had been your personal knight since you were young, and you had grown to trust him like an uncle or a father. Whatever young, overconfident knight you would be assigned now would not be nearly as tolerable, of that you were certain.

Nina’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts and reawakened the pounding in your head. “Princess? Princess, we’ve got to go,” she harped, placing a guiding hand on your back. “Wouldn’t want to keep everyone waiting.” You nodded in agreement and started walking, trying your best to hide the grimace pulling at your face.

You could barely keep up with Nina’s quick steps as you navigated the corridors of the palace, your shoes clicking on the polished stone floors. “Nina,” you muttered through panting breaths, “You know you can slow down a little bit, right? It really isn’t that serious,” you pointed out. Nina shook her head.

“Sorry, princess, but I’m under strict orders to get you there on time. Promised the queen,” she replied with a wink sent your way. Your mouth gaped while your brows furrowed.

“Seriously? For a knight assignment? The fuck…” you muttered back, still grumpy from your hangover and unending headache. Nina clicked her tongue at you in disapproval.

“Princess! Language!” she scolded, holding back a giggle and not quite managing to suppress a tickled smile. You made an amused face in response and you both had to struggle to hold down your laughs as you passed knights and members of the court in the long corridors.

As you finally turned onto the corridor leading to the throne room, Nina cleared her throat to get your attention. “Please try your best not to seem hungover, princess,” she muttered through clenched teeth, “lest the queen come for my head.” You both stifled one last giggle before the doors to the throne room opened, and your arrival was announced to the small crowd standing inside.

You took a steadying breath, blanking your face as you delicately walked forward, desperately hiding your fight not to wobble in these godforsaken shoes. You kept your gaze steady on the front of the room, not wanting to risk an offhand glance at the crowd interrupting your focus.

You breathed a quiet sigh of relief when you reached the front and stood in place amongst your siblings, ignoring George’s knowing smirk and Elyssa’s disapproving look. Like always, your eldest brother, Philip, stayed as stone-faced as ever, and Henry, the fourth sibling, gave his best attempt at matching Philip’s ever-serious mood. Although he was closest to you in age, only being 18 months older, the two of you couldn’t be more different. He never seemed to possess the itch for mischief and adventure that you did, and instead followed your eldest brother like a puppy and tried to copy his every trait. You suppressed the urge to roll your eyes and turned towards the rest of the room.

Glancing at you to acknowledge your arrival, your parents rose as one, and your mother’s voice rang out in the spacious throne room. “Welcome, esteemed guests and friends, as we conduct our youngest daughter’s knight reassignment ceremony on this lovely morning. As many of us know, our youngest has quite the…lively spirit, and as she reaches marrying age, we’ve found it impertinent that we find a unique knight to ensure her safety amidst the happenings of that lively spirit.” A soft chuckle carried through the room, and you had to suppress another eye roll as your mother – the “ever-esteemed” queen – basically called you a burden who needed watching. Great. Exactly what you needed this morning.

Your mother continued her speech. “While the knight we’ve chosen for her assignment may not have the age to match her rank, her experience and accomplishments make her quite the perfect match to guard our lovely daughter. Thus, Knight Anderson, will you please approach?”

Your mind came to a sudden stop. ‘Her’? Your new knight was to be a female knight? Well that certainly makes things more interesting. And her name…Anderson. It sounded oddly familiar, but you couldn’t put your finger on it. A young female knight, a respected, high-ranking one at that, was to be Mattheo’s replacement? Certainly she wouldn’t be quite as easy to slip past. But you had gotten creative over the years…

Your racing thoughts mixed with your eyes searching the crowd for this ‘Knight Anderson’, but came to a sudden halt when the knight finally stepped through to the front of the crowd, and the sight of her left your mouth hanging ever so slightly ajar. Although it had certainly matured since the last time you saw her, you would recognize that face anywhere.

9 YEARS AGO

Abigail Anderson was going to be the death of you. No matter where you went, she was somehow there, ready to show off and drive you up the fucking wall. Since her father was the royal family’s physician and a childhood friend of your father, and the two of you were so close in age, the two of you had been shoved together since you could read, and you couldn’t resent it more. She never failed to take an opportunity to prove herself against you; whether it was her intelligence in tutoring sessions, or showing off her strength and size outdoors while exploring or riding, if the chance was there, she took it.

You were both twelve, and while you were able to spend more time apart, tutoring and riding lessons were still spent together. You had started spending your free time with the daughters of the court members, while Abby spent her time training for knighthood or whatever it was that motivated her to sweat in a dirty training ground for hours a day. It wasn’t like you paid it too much regard; you were perfectly happy spending tea with your friends that you could actually relate to before retreating to the palace library to spend afternoons reading and exploring different worlds.

On one sunny spring day, Abby had shown up late to your joint riding lesson, and you were already annoyed since George had ruined your favorite riding boots by dropping them in a boiling, soapy wash basin while the maids weren’t looking, only for them to be found hours later and sorrowfully returned to your chambers. The twat. So when she came jogging up to the stables, your glare was already set upon her, and she preemptively rolled her eyes.

“I know, I know, training went over,” she retorted to your glare in an annoyed voice, raising her hands apologetically at your instructor.

You continued glaring as she saddled her horse and mounted the steed, flipping her braid behind her shoulder. Sensing the tension and not wanting to be a part of it, the instructor casually instructed the two of you to take a simple ride through the naturalistic grounds surrounding the palace during your normal lesson time. You nodded curtly and took off in a simple trot, Abby quickly following and settling into a matching trot beside you.

“Heard about what happened to your boots,” she remarked casually, not even glancing your way. But you knew what she was doing, and you already weren’t in the mood for it. She kept pushing anyway.

“What a waste,” she continued, clicking her tongue. “You poor thing, how will you ever survive?” You could feel her smirk without looking. Trying to be the bigger person, you only sighed and kept ignoring her.

She laughed. “What, don’t want to admit that you’re upset over a pair of boots? It’s okay, you are a princess, after all.” Even though she was right, it wasn’t like you wanted to admit it to Abby, of all people. You really liked those boots! Princess or not, you were allowed to be upset about it! You could say that, but it’s not like Abby would care. She’d just keep teasing you about the boots, or poking you about some other stupid thing that was sure to push your buttons. So you kept your head straight forward and kept riding. She wasn’t satisfied.

“Too good to talk to me now, are you? You’d rather be at a prissy tea party with your prissy friends?” she said, mocking a posh accent and expression as she spoke. And you just snapped.

“You know what Abby, just because you don’t like me or think I’m shallow or spoiled for whatever reason, that doesn’t mean you have to go after my friends too! You don’t even know them! You know, I don’t think you even know me like you think you do, so why don’t you just shut up already,” you exploded, taking off on your horse like a bullet and leaving Abby shouting after you in the dust. You heard her call your name after you a few times, but you ignored her, clenching your teeth as your resolve hardened and you quickened your pace even more.

By the time Abby started galloping after you, you were too far ahead to hear her. You just kept riding and riding, not stopping until you reached the creek that bubbled along one of the far edges of the palace grounds. Hopping off your horse, you gently smoothed the mare’s chestnut hair as you watched the clear water run up and over the rocks in the creek. Remembering what Abby had said, you clenched your other fist and loudly groaned in frustration, holding back the urge to go as far as to stomp on the ground.

You took a deep breath to steel yourself as you heard hooves approaching quickly from behind you. Abby called your name again, but you barely even turned your head, fist still clenched. She scoffed and dismounted, walking up to you casually.

“You know you can’t ride off like that,” she remarked. You continued to ignore her. “C’mon, you know I didn’t mean it like that,” she continued, leaning to try to get in your line of sight.

You only scoffed in reply and turned away, speed walking along the creek bed. Abby kept following you, reaching out to grab your arm once she was close enough. You gasped angrily and whipped around, hair slinging from side to side. You tried to pull away, but her grip was tight. And you panicked. No one had ever grabbed you like that, and you were so shocked, you couldn’t help but go into panic mode.

“Will you– let go– get your hands OFF of me–” you shrieked, starting to flail and struggle in her grasp. Abby also began to panic in response to you, and before you knew it, you were slipping on the creek bed, and the two of you tumbled into the creek, a tangle of limbs and shocked exclamations as you fell into the surprisingly icy water.

As soon as you hit the water, you gasped, inhaling water instead of air and immediately choking. You floundered, desperately coughing and trying to eject the water from your lungs. Finally, your flailing arms found a large rock to land on, and you started pulling yourself out of the water. At the same time, you could hear Abby climbing the water as well, and you got distracted, your hand slipping as you crashed back down into the creek. Another breath of water infiltrated your mouth and throat, and you continued to choke and cough, unable to gain enough footing to grab back onto the rock. Finally, a pair of stronger arms latched onto your own, stopping your flailing to pull you out of the water and onto the creek bed.

Flopping onto the ground, you coughed out the remaining water from your lungs until you could finally take clear breaths, anger returning with the consistent oxygen. You shot up suddenly, cutting Abby off as she opened her mouth to ask if you were okay. “You are despicable, Abby Anderson! Despicable!” You shouted as you pushed hair out of your face and straightened your soaking clothes. “I am leaving. You need to give me time to return my horse and escort myself inside, lest I see your despicable face and decide to strangle you once and for all!” You continued as you mounted your horse, giving her one last dirty look before riding off as fast as you could.

It wasn’t until the next morning when Abby wasn’t present at your lessons that you discovered that she had left for official training. And no matter how angry you were at her, you couldn’t help but be at least a bit disappointed that she hadn’t said goodbye.

THE PRESENT

Your mother’s voice was all but muted background in your head as you watched Abby – apparently now known as ‘Knight Anderson’ – approach you and your family at the front of the throne room. A lump settled in your throat, and your mouth felt impossibly dry watching her armored form get closer and closer. You barely registered your mother reciting practiced phrases as Abby knelt in front of her and bowed her head towards the queen. It was like you were outside your body, watching everything happen, only an observer as Abby stood and she and your mother approached you. You were sucked back into your body as Abby knelt in front of you, taking one of your polished hands in hers and bowing her head towards it.

“Knight Abigail Anderson,” your mother began, her voice confident and steady in contrast to the nerves that rocked your body, leaving you lightheaded. “Do you solemnly vow to dedicate your life to the protection and safety of the princess?” Abby looked up at you through her lashes, and you felt like you could faint.

“I do.”

#abby anderson #knight!abby x princess!reader #knight x princess #abby x reader #abby tlou #abby fic #fantasy!au #royalty!au #princess!au #knight!au #wlw #lesbian knight #lesbian princess #matchamilkislover

[verianal]

Knight!Dan sketch cuz i was bored lol (again actual full piece coming soon :3 !!)

also i just realised u can barely see the whiskers on his chest TT uhm whatever

#If u want to use this design #Just ask and credit me if u do!! :3 #dan and phil #dapg #dnp #dan and phil fanart #dan and phil art #dnpg #dnpgames #amazing phil #danielhowell #phil lester #dan howell #costume design #concept art #Au #royalty au #dnp au #dip and pip #uhhh how do i tag this #Em #Hope u enjoy this!! #sketch #doodle #we are all doomed #knight!au #royalty!au #Knight!Dan

[midnightfire830]

“Hurry up! We gotta go! The guards’ll be here any minute!!”

My boy couldn’t go without leaving a note! He’s and idiot, but he’s not THAT much of an idiot!!!

I probably went overboard on the background and lighting. Welp. What else is new…

🤦🏻

Let me know! Do we like this style of story telling? Making single panel drawings of the various events in the storyline? (Idk what else to call that style tho TWT)

#babtqftim #bendy and boris in the inky mystery #babitim #bendy and boris the quest for the ink machine #cuphead #digital art #drawing #sketch #fan art #original art #royalty au #royalty #prince!au #royalty!au #prince cuphead #babtqftim bendy #babtqftim cuphead #babtqftim au #quest cuphead #quest bendy #babtim #background #I went overboard #yay

[nkogneatho]

hi hi pasi ! for trope night, royalty AU with suguru for me please <3

the most famous bachelor of town, suguru, is said to have a elite taste in the type of woman he is to marry. every gal in town has tried striking up a conversation with him but all of it goes in vain when he is rather quickly distracted and stressing over house affairs and his position in the club. he goes out in the garden, away from the chatter for a cigarette to be stumbled upon you. a fine lady with a turquoise gown rather simple but your body making snd beauty making it stand out in the moonlight. he squints to find a cigarette in your hand as well. quite stunned to see such a young lady smoking which is what interests him.

"Would not be that appealing to other men if they were to catch you like this. Would not court you either?"

"oh it's you, lord. the infamous loner," you tease. "well...that is exactly my point. i do not want to be a marketpiece men can bet on. i would like to fall in love." you answer. "and none of those men would like anything more than my body." he chuckles as he immediately falls in love with your words.

"Did I say something funny?" You ask.

"No. Not really. Just...amused at your words." he shifts closer to you. "Do you smoke often?"

"Why, lord? Looking for a company? I am sure everybody wants to have this with you."

"Sure do. But I've never had any company like...yours."

you both look back when you here a crowd approaching, with his mum trying to look for him to introduce him to what seemed like the 17th girl of the evening.

"Want to make a run for it? I've got more cigarettes to light in the woods." With no second thoughts, he grabs your hands and runs away with you, laughing and letting the evening breeze brush against his skin, with no care in the world.

#this is so messy but i hope you like it baby. thank you for participating #geto x reader #royalty!au #geto fluff #geto suguru x reader #jjk x reader

[girl8890]

JM | Tainted

word count: 2.7k

Summary: The next in line to be throne, Prince Jimin, must decide who it is that will follow him into kingship and be his queen. None of the girls his mother bestows him with interest him at all. He much rather see all their head cuts off--imagining such things as each princess or lords daughter steps into the throne room. It isn’t until you step in, shaking and clutching your skirt as you pray for him not to pick you, that the thoughts of death stop and new thoughts surface. 

Pairing: Prince!Jimin x Princess!Reader

Genre: yandere, royalty!au, historical!au, angst

Rating: V

Warnings: bratty!jm, spoiled!jm, executions, blood, fascination with death, forced marriage, unhealthy obsession, forced kissing, jm touches reader inappropriately once, ripping of clothing, implied forced sex, implied dirty thoughts.

A/N: Just a reminder that this is all fiction! None of this has actually happened, and I don’t believe it will happen or is going on. I also do not condone this behavior. If you don’t like, then just don’t read. Don’t judge others for liking the fic /type of fic or judge those that write similar fics. Your hate does nothing, but give an author the excuse to use the block button. This fic concept has been in my head for awhile, and I was bouncing between putting it with jk, v, or Jm, and in the end I did it for Jm. I have a yandere jk fic coming out soon, so it just made sense for me to write it with Jm after process of elimination and because I don’t see v being all that bratty tbh lol! I hope you enjoy the fic! 💜

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“Mother! She’s ugly! Why would you even bring her to me if you can see her face looks like that? Do you want ugly grandchildren!”

Nobody moves, or makes a sound as Prince Jimin complains about a lords daughter who’s right in front of him. Every single girl meeting him today was told to smile, and not speak up unless they had a death wish.

“But darling, she’s a high lords daughter. You must at least give her a chance,” The Queen says to his right. Not even blinking an eye when her beyond spoiled son just insulted someone her kingdom finds important for trade. There all too scared to pull our of trades, anyway, so it doesn’t really matter.

Jimin looks over at the girl in front of him. She has brown hair that looks like it’s been barely washed (in his opinion), and her nose is way to big (again, in his opinion.)

“Next!” Prince Jimin yells with a wave of his hand. The girl walks away, not sighing out in relief until she’s a safe distance away from the prince’s and queens ear shot.

This is how it’s been for the past several days. Women of all titles and ages have been coming in from all points in the country to offer their hand to the crowned prince. He’s next in line to be king, and now that the current king has fallen ill it’s been assumed that the prince will be crowned soon. The king needs a queen, though. And the whole affair has been dreadful to the staff, and now even his mother

Not a single person has peaked Jimin’s fancy. He’s either sent them off the second they walked in the door, or called for their execution! Stating that the girl should be hung for treason, even though she’s done nothing wrong but show up.

In Jimin’s mind, though, some of the girls deserved it for “forgetting their manners.” There’s been three executions since starting this affair a week ago where there’s usually only one once every two weeks. All of them always been called upon from the prince, and because the king and queen spoil their son rotten they don’t care if a villager or low lords daughter dies. As long as they can see that smile on their sons face, their happy.

But with this affair, even the queens getting antsy. She knew from the very beginning that a title, no matter how big, would not just satisfy her son. He sees things, you see. Ever since he was little, he’s had a fascination with death. Starting with when they had to cover up his attempt at murder to a staffs son at age ten. Doctors don’t have the resources or knowledge to diagnosis his disorder yet, so all it takes is one girl he doesn’t see dying to be the one to marry the crowned prince.

Let just say, that’s harder said then done. Girl after girl was announced and each one left faster then the last. Jimin was starting to get antsy too, and when the prince gets antsy he finds his own way for entertainment.

A girl, about fourteen years old and an obvious no from Jimin, walks in. She’s blonde, and Jimin’s smile twitches upward as he imagines blood seeping down it. After the girl gives her introductions, apparently being the youngest princess for a country in bum fuck nowhere, Jimin comments, “I think you should change your hair color to red.”

The queen and head maid glance at each other, knowing where this is most likely going to lead, but as always they let their prince have his treacheries fun.

For the princess, who has no idea what he’s talking about, blinks up at him confused. “I-I’m sorry? Red?”

“Yes! Red! Have you ever thought about it?”

“I must say I haven’t, your majesty.”

Jimin smiles and it’s the cruelest thing the young princess has ever seen. “I could do it for you.”

“My son-“

“All I need is a blade and I’ll cut that skull right open. Then your hair would be nice and red,” Jimin then giggles and the young princess looks horrified.

The queen just sighs and then dismisses the girl. Once the room is cleared, she turns to her one and only son with a small smile. “My son, you do understand this is important, don’t you?”

Jimin rolls his eyes, leaning on his hand while he rests his elbow on the throne. “Yes, yes, mother. I know. It’s not my fault they all look prettier dead then alive.”

The queen swallows, ignoring her sons comment. “That maybe true for you, but the kingdom needs an alive queen. Why don’t you at least give this next girl a chance?”

Jimin sighs heavily, and slouches against the throne. Truthfully, he just found this whole charade to be pointless. He’s not going to fall for any of them at “first sight” or any of that whimsical bullshit. But his mother looks haggard. Not that he cares about his mothers health, not at all, but she is the queen of his kingdom and the fact he’s the one giving her this haggard look is not a good thing.

“Fine! I’ll-… try, mother.” He speaks in a hiss, and frowns as he faces the door. The queen then smiles, feeling like she made some progress, and gestures for the guard to bring in the next girl.

Jimin barely paid attention as the announcer said the girls name and title. He found the wall to his left far more interesting. Some princess from another bum fuck nowhere country that probably only helps his country with bread or some shit they really don’t need walks in. It’s all useless. He’s never going to find-

“M-my name is Princess y/n, and it’s a pleasure to meet you, your grace.” At the sound of her small voice, Jimin turns to look at the girl that’s just entered the room.

She’s clutching at her dresses skirt, making it look anything but presentable and her eyes are landing anywhere but on his own. That’s not what runs the princes speechless, though. It’s that he doesn’t see anything. He doesn’t see your death playing out in front of him, or blood seeping out from your every hole. He’s just sees you.

Your eyes are tearing up already, but it makes Jimin want to coax out those tears and lick them. He wants to stain your pink lips red by biting them, and find out what your heart looks like. This… these things… he’s never felt before.

Maybe wanting to pull out someone’s insides, yes, but never because you’re so beautiful to his eyes that he wants to paint you a controlled red. To keep you alive forget and keep you close to him. It runs him speechless, and he can’t take his eyes off of you. Not even when the head maid corrects you in your speech and posture. “It’s your majesty, princess. And stand up straight! Who taught you how to present yourself in front of royalty?”

“Lucy, shut up,” The prince commands. Both the maid, Lucy, and the queen look at him baffled, but his eyes are still on you. You look up at the prince, surprised when he defends you. Even though he’s deflected the maids command you still stand up straighter, and let go of your skirt. Instead opting to just have two shaking hands clenched at your sides. “Where are you from again, princess?”

Jimin’s voice was so soft, but it still sounded darker then anyones you’ve ever heard before. You answer his question, swallowing thickly when you stutter again. You’ve heard about this prince and what he’s been doing to other girls like you seeking out his hand. You’re only here because it’s your duty as the eldest daughter of your small kingdom to try and marry a high titled man. That doesn’t stop you from praying to the gods for Prince Jimin not to pick you.

But sadly, the gods are not on your side today.

“Perfect! A princess and she lives in a country that’s actually on the maps. You’ll be perfect!”

Your eyes widen, and you stutter out, “E-excuse me?”

Jimin stands from his throne, walking up to you still sporting his demon-like smile. “Your going to be my new queen.”

If it wasn’t for the shock, you would have fainted right there.

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It’s a custom for the betrothed of the crowned prince to live within the castle a month before the wedding. Everything happened so fast after Jimin decided you would be the one he wanted to spend his entire life with.

He demanded the wedding be as soon as possible, and the best the king and queen of both countries could do is make it three months from the day he picked you. This really scorned the prince. He went out on a rampage and even started declaring the staffs executions and torture.

This is something that started peeking even the publics attention, and their staff went from a castle of two hundred to one hundred within a week. They had no choice but to push the wedding closer, if not to stop the prince’s unjustified tyranny, and so, it’s only been a week since you last saw him. You had one week so say goodbye to your siblings, and had to watch your mother try her best not to cry about her eldest baby being married off to the prince that has been know to be treacherous.

A life where you feel is going to be filled with nothing but fear.

The first day you’re at the kingdom, Jimin didn’t let you out of his sight. He followed you everywhere, and made you stay as close to his being without getting scolded by the chaperones. The chaperones were the worst because Jimin wasn’t allowed to threaten their deaths or tell them to fuck off. They had to be there to ensure purity within the relationship, and all of Jimin’s thoughts were anything but pure.

They just weren’t those thoughts exactly. He imagined biting your lip until it turned red, and scratching at that pale untouched skin of yours until it was marked by him forever. He wanted to taint your very being, and figure out why he never wished for your death.

You stuttered a lot, which was annoying, but anytime you clutched at your dress out of fear when Jimin got to close to you stirred on the other feelings. The other feelings you were grateful the chaperones were there for.

He wanted to fuck you bloody, and fuck your mind up with it to become the perfect wife for him. Whispering the curliest of his imaginations into your ears, and they got worse each day.

A week before your wedding, the prince couldn’t take it anymore. It was past midnight and the chaperones were not around. You were alone in our own separate room, and the prince had the devilish idea to come visit you while you were sleeping.

He woke you up by biting onto your neck, and you screamed bloody murder but it sounded like nothing, but a muffled scream against his hand that was covering your mouth. It got to the point you were crying, and Jimin licked up each of your tears.

“I can’t wait to be able to lay with you, my queen,” He whispered into your ear that night. “You’re just so pretty and I can’t help myself.”

Jimin looks down at your body that is in nothing but a thin nightgown. You clutch at the skirt of it, and it’s on that day you find out that action does nothing but stir him on. He didn’t go all the way with you that night, but the sadistic prince had his way with you nonetheless.

Tickling at your thighs, and no push of your hands could stop him from playing with your sex. It’s wasn’t until you begged, “P-please my love… N-n-not yet. We must be good.”

Your not sure how you came up with the idea, but the second you called him “my love” for the first time he was all ears to your begging. With a scoff and a roll of his eyes, he left you. Not before driving the first kiss of many to your parted lips.

You were too scared to fall asleep that night. Out of fear that he would come back and deny your begging. It wasn’t until a week later, that the begging wouldn’t even matter anymore.

———

After that fiasco, the one that left a significantly big bite mark on your neck, the prince was not allowed to see you until the wedding day. He hated being away from you. Almost scratching out someone’s eyes when they said they were with the soon to be queen before. Jimin kept his distance like a good boy, though. Because after today, no one would tell him he can’t be near you ever again.

The wedding went by smoothly, and no deaths—thank god—happened even while you were being greeted and congratulated by guests. Jimin hated others looking or talking to you. You’re his now, so no one should be allowed to see your beauty except him. He let it go once again, though. Because for once he didn’t want to scare you for what was about to come that night.

Once the wedding came to an end, Jimin practically dragged you to your new shared room. Ordering the staff to bring all your stuff in there the night before. You weren’t ever going to have separate rooms again, and Jimin was going to make sure you knew why.

“Oh my queen, my love, you’re finally here,” Jimin says while giving you a bone crushing embrace. You try to breathe through your nerves, even after he rips the back of your dress in two. Making you gasps from him exposing your smooth back to him in such a way.

He continues to hold you close and stares at the new exposed skin in the mirror behind you. Lightly gliding his fingers up and down your spine.

“You’re so beautiful,” Jimin says. It should be a compliment you take as is, but you’ve been around the prince enough by now to know what he’s going to say next. “I can’t wait to see what you look like when you bleed.”

———

The next day, you didn’t leave the bedroom. Not only were you not able to physically move without help, but because Jimin had the whole day off from any meetings and wanted to keep you within arms length. Which he did. Crushing your naked form into his chest and kissing the top of your head.

“You felt so good last night, darling. Did you like it? Did you feel as good as me last night?”

You swallow even though your throats dry from dehydration, and burry your face into the prince’s chest. Not wanting him to see the way your eyes build up with tears.

Last night was a painful affair to say the least, but worst of all from all his markings he left on you he left the worst he could give at the end. The marking he left on your very soul when he taught your body how to like it were far worse then any on your skin.

You shouldn’t have liked it. You should have hated every touch he gave you, but you didn’t. He’s tainted you and now your weeping into his chest as you painfully give him a truthful answer, “Yes… I liked all of it.”

Jimin pets your hair, smiling down at you.

He knows your not weeping onto his chest right now because you hate him. You’re crying because you loved it. If how your bodies reaction from last night said anything at all, he’s slowly tainting the very fibers of your being.

Tainting his new queen until you’re so ruined you start to love him. And he has forever to do so now.

“My queen… we’re going to have so much fun together. I love sososo much.”

You pick your head up from his chest, staring into his smiley eyes as you look him with red eyes. You swallow around the lump in your throat, and feel suddenly a whole lot lighter from his confession.

“Do you really?”

Jimin smirks, placing his hand on your cheek to wipe away a stray tear that’s leaked out of your eyes. “I do. I’ll love you forever, my queen.”

How could a person like him not love a person like you. You pushed the blood filled thoughts away, and instead gave him new thoughts to crave. Ones where he stretched out your pain mixed with pleasure, and wanting to spoil you with it instead of killing you with it.

So yes, the prince loves you. And the prince will love your forever…

As long as he doesn’t imagine killing you first…

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The End

#Jimin x reader #prince!Jimin x princess!readwr #prince Jimin #yandere #yandere jimin #royalty!au #historical!au #Jimin #Jm #Jm bts #Jimin bts #bts #tainted #bts yandere #evil Jimin #evil prince Jimin #wedding night

[rosewaterandivy]

Nature Offers A Violence

summary: Two births, one in a blaze of heat, the other in a glaze of ice followed by the death of the Chieftain's wife: a prophecy feared and foretold. He will be crowned in a glint of gold, and she in bone as pure as snow. Fate will draw them together and none shall tear them asunder.

pairing: s.h. x fem!reader

warnings: fairy/folk tale dynamics, royalty au, viking au, red string of fate, invented pagan practices, apocryphal historical know-how, period typical violence/murder and social dynamics

a/n: i’ m insufferable, i know.

Table of Contents:

(*) denotes NSFW 18+ MDNI content

prologue

I. Of Antlers and Ash

II. Of Elm and Earth*

III. Of Swords and Steel

IV. Of Winds and Wolves*

Links:

glossary

moodboard 1

moodboard 2

playlist

pinterest

inspo tag

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington smut #viking!au #fic: noav #noav masterlist #royalty!au #fantasy!au

[azulsluver]

Hi!! Same person who asked for the Yandere Sebek! Could you it a AU where the Reader ans Sebek are both royalty, plus that they are engaged! General headcanons!(sfw and/or nsfw, if comfortable!!!)

tw. yandere, implied blackmail, isolation, unbalanced power dynamic, unhealthy relationship, suggestive themes. cw. blood and fluids mentioned, gross.

Minor at writing !! Read at your own record.

Royalty!Sebek who vowed to your parents that you'll be kept safe under his name, having you stand next to him as he firmly shakes your fathers hand. Unknowing to you, despair is written in their eyes as your sealed off for the engagement. Sebek's threat being the only thing keeping them from canceling the engagement, a fae in the crowd watches from afar.

Royalty!Sebek who brings you to his very important meetings, his master and prince wishes to meet the future spouse Sebek would be spending with. Think of it as some family bonding time.

Royalty!Sebek who has you cut off contacts with your family, now that you're with him you wouldn't need anybody else to help support. Your family get behalf of what was contracted with your marriage, you get to be an obedient spouse for him.

Royalty!Sebek who slowly isolates you from everyone, he's mostly away to go to work and afraid you'll be deemed as unloyal. He's just doing what's best for the relationship.

Royalty!Sebek who promises to give you many riches, his body armor soaked with blood. Exhausted and high off your scent, he's speaking nonsense into your ear as you help clean him up.

Royalty!Sebek who keeps up the image of his family and country. Often telling you that your family should be grateful that his country is providing some form of protection and supplies.

nsfw bellow^

Royal!Sebek who enjoys your more docile behavior, edging the blade of his sword by your collar to tear it. He expects praise when his hands come to stroke your inner thighs, having a grade-A fuck meat right in front of him by all means.

Royal!Sebek who bothers you in the days night, arms around your waist as he grind himself behind your sleeping form. Frustration and pent up desires to have you, he thinks he deserves a reward for ridding your nosy parents.

Royal!Sebek who humiliates you by leaving hickeys on noticeable areas, try and cover them up; only leading him to make you wear revealing outfits so everyone can see the purple and red blotches on your skin.

Royal!Sebek who smears the blood of your familiars on your face, thumb caressing your tongue as you swallow his fluids and...anothers. As a warning to those who step out of line or disagree on you and Sebek's relationship will be met with a quick thrust to the throat. While yours be occupied.

Royal!Sebek who takes you from behind the large doors of your room, playing a game of "don't let the maid in." His thrusts are shallow yet rough, fingers wrapped around your throat as you leaned against the door, ushering your personal maid that all is well. Catching yourself from screaming out a breathy moan, nails slightly clawing till scratches appear on the door. Unfortunately for you, Sebek enjoys the thought of being caught, waiting for you to mess up so he has a reason to train your mouth better to quiet.

#yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twisted wonderland headcanons #yandere twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #sebek zigvolt x reader #royalty!au

[sarahsmi13s]

Based off of previous conversations… I have a request, a Royal Christmas with Rhett Abbott. No pressure on the royal part but I think we need Royal Rhett AUs.

hehehe, i love this so much, we need more Prince!Rhett 🥰

|| a royal winter waltz ||

it's a dance, cowboy, spin me like a princess

Prince Rhett was well known for his cowboy cassanova personality. He would show up to parties alone and leave with a girl on his arm. Until now. You had been Amy's nanny for almost a year now, ever since Rebecca's disappearance you had watched the youngest Abbott. Rhett knew you, you had gone to school together, but you had changed multitudes since you graduated. And he couldn't resist. So, that how you ended up walking into the event hall attatched to Rhett's hip. You had gone to these things before, but it was mainly to keep an eye on Amy. This time, you were there as a date and you weren't going to pass up on having fun. Rhett wasn't much of a dancer, but you weren't going to let that slide. "You're dancing, because this is a dance." "I don't dance darlin'." "You said I was different than you're hook ups. You don't dance with your hook ups. So get up and spin me around to show these girls that you're serious about me."

okay so i know this was really a request for my 500 holiday/winter celly, but it's the last one i have with an ask attached. so it's getting roped in (i do have 3 bonuses to do though so be looking out for those)

but thank you peas for coming in for this! and i may or may not have a series cooking up in my brain now! and thank you @lewmagoo for helping to inspire our conversation with this post!

you can find all of the moodboard for this celebration here! -> unwrap us!!

#vinny's moodboard multiverse #vinny creates #500 follower celebration #moodboard celebration #outer range #royalty!au #rhett abbott #prince!rhett #a royal winter waltz #mongoosethings <33 #sarahsmi13s

[ruewrites]

Devotion

AO3

Ship: Diavolo/Lucifer

Word Count: 3250

Warnings: Smut

A/N: Some people had wanted to see Lucifer and Diavolo's honeymoon and oops more story progressed from there. I hope you all enjoy! Comments are appreciated <3

Summary:

Devotion: 1.love, loyalty, or enthusiasm for a person, activity, or cause. 2.religious worship or observance.

Sometimes in this life, others are more devoted to us than we can comprehend.

Lucifer sat on the bed with a sigh. Slowly, he slipped his silky gloves off of his hands and kicked his shoes off his feet. The affairs of today had been a grand one, doves as far as the eye could see, a cake crafted by Barbatos big enough to feed an army trimmed with gold and black flowers. Asmodeus had been chittering away with him every free moment he could squeeze himself in, eyes sparkling at every romantic aspect he could pin down and sprinkling in his own fantasies of what a wedding could be like.

"I could only imagine what this would be like," Asmo had said, "I can't wait."

Exhausting was the only word that came to mind for Lucifer.

It was mostly for show, a way to introduce the future co-rulers and gain them favor with the public. Over all, it was mainly a way in which the royal family could keep their favor with the people. A wedding was no more than a spectacle.

And yet-

A deep groan left Lucifer's lips as firm hands made their way to his shoulders, kneading away at the tense muscles beneath. He leaned back into the ministrations, allowing his eyes to slip shut. 

"How are you feeling love?" The words were ended in a soft kiss to his neck that made Lucifer shudder. Diavolo's voice was low, soft, and warm like a thunderstorm rumbling in the distance on a summer evening. 

Lucifer glanced down at the ring on his finger, appreciating the way it glistened when the light hit its surface. Without a word, one of Diavolo's hands traveled across his arm and to his hand. Carefully, he lifted the ring to his own lips and kissed it softly. 

This made Lucifer give in the rest of the way, leaning into Diavolo fully and allowing his body to be enveloped by the warmth.  Both of them continued to move backwards until they were staring at the ceiling.  

Finally, after a moment, he let go of the breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. The rest of the tension left his body. His fingers tapped against his abdomen as thoughts lingered in his mind. He knew what this was supposed to be for and yet-

“Happy to finally be alone and away from the commotion, but I suppose we still have a duty to keep.” 

It was his way of attempting humor. Lucifer was more than aware that nothing would force him to couple with Diavolo, especially not Diavolo himself.

"So," Diavolo started, glancing over at him, "Sex?"

Lucifer snorted, hand flying to cover his mouth, "There were many ways you could have worded that. That was not the most… elegant option." Consummating a marriage was important, it was symbolic. Two people coming together just as two entirely different kingdoms did. It was important, it was expected, it "sealed the deal" so to speak. 

"But what about it?" Lucifer asked.

"About what?"

"About 'so, sex'?"

Now it was Diavolo's turn to snort, "Ah I hear how it sounds now."  He turned his head to look at Lucifer, his fingers started to drum as he spoke, adding to the illusion of that perfect summer storm.

"What do you think about it? About the moment now?"

The truth? Lucifer was starting to feel uncomfortable in his wedding attire as the storm inched closer, it was hot and muggy and made him feel rather sticky. He was waiting and watching as the clouds grew closer. 

"What do I think?" Lucifer repeated. The uncomfortable heat was pooling, concentrating in a single area. 

The surprised look on Diavolo's face was definitely worth a thousand kingdoms' treasuries. Lucifer straddled his waist, strong thighs gripped his waist as he sat proud atop the man beneath him.  He shifted, making himself comfortable, "I think I need to see how desperately you want me, why you begged and stood determined to be by my side."

He watched as Diavolo's mouth dried, as want filled his eyes. His hands hesitantly moved to Lucifer's hips, trembling as he did so. The storm was upon them now, hot and heavy in the air. It was getting hard to breathe.

"Up," Lucifer commanded, and Diavolo followed, sitting up and pulling Lucifer even closer to his chest.

"Good boy," Lucifer purred, stroking along the side of Diavolo's face, watching as the man leaned into the touch, "You want me."

"I crave you," Diavolo corrected him quickly, "Ever since the first night you allowed me to touch you, and even before that. We have had many firsts together, and I am honored by your trust in every single one."

Lucifer's eyes softened, and his heart melted as the first patters of rain fell. He leaned in, kissing his husband to communicate what words failed to. Diavolo moaned beneath him as the Arcadian Crowned Prince ground against him. His growing need was evident, and Lucifer was growing feverish. Ripping away Diavolo's shirt became his first priority. They could deal with the rest later. Clothes hid secrets well, and very often Lucifer found himself at odds with his secrets. Does he share them or not? What were the consequences of letting his resolve, his masks, slip?

Disrobing meant leaving himself vulnerable.

But with Diavolo he was allowed to be vulnerable.

He waited with bated breath as Diavolo looked over his body. It was far from pristine and perfect like the prince had most likely imagined. A litany of scars marked him in places and the most prominent ones were on his back. He watched as those large fingers hesitantly reached out, and when Lucifer didn't pull away, he started to trace them.

"It's not everything you expected-" 

"You're beautiful," Diavolo's voice was filled with nothing but reverence, "I have never seen you without your shirt off. Thank you for sharing this with me."

Allowing himself a moment to bask in the attention, Lucifer allowed himself to focus on how Diavolo touched him. How his body reacted to each gentle ministration. Then something glittering caught his eye. 

Diavolo let out a groan as Lucifer yanked on the pretty golden barbell piercing through his nipple. "I've had my eye on these for a while now. Tell me Prince, do you like it when I touch you like this?"

"Hells Lucifer," he was breathless,"What are you doing to me?" 

"Taking control, especially now that I can touch more than your cock in secret." 

Quiet nights holding his hand over the prince's mouth as he stroked or fingered him to completion in defiance of his father. There was no better form of resistance than finding sneaking ways to get around the rules. And there was no better reward than seeing the way his at the time fiance had looked at him.

In Diavolo's eyes he was truly the most beautiful creature. 

The storm was amping up now. He pushed Diavolo back. The arched form of his aching manhood was pressed against his rear, desperate and wanting. Maintaining eye contact, Lucifer leaned down. The taste of metal coated his tongue as he worked. A large hand entangled itself in his hair, encouraging him to go further. His hand played with the other side of his chest. Diavolo continued to groan above him, another hand moved down his back and Lucifer stilled. 

"May I open you?" Diavolo asked.

Lucifer straightened. He had to keep the illusion of control. He was aware something inside of him was broken. He always had an illusion of control, but it was never something he could actually possess. It always evaded his grip. Playing a part was his job, his role was to be the Crown Prince of Arcadia, nothing more than a puppet on a string. Diavolo cut those strings, or began to, and he understood how fragile and delicate they were.

“Only if I give you permission.”

He nodded.

“And I can take it away at any time.”

Another nod, “You are the one in control of yourself, just as you always are. ”

Reaching behind him, Lucifer grabbed Diavolo's aching member. His husband arched letting out a low rumble in his chest, "And you are positive you won't mind?  No matter what my decision?"

"As long as you are in throes of pleasure or content I don't mind."

Lucifer thought for a moment, then his mind seemed to be made up. He settled back down into the act he was comfortable in, the act they both knew gave him the power and control he felt like he lacked. “Alright then,” he whispered, “Go ahead.”

Eagerly, Diavolo grabbed for a small jar next to the night stand before passing it off to Lucifer. As he poured some on his own hand, he  couldn’t help but focus on how warm it was and how slick it felt on his skin. His nerves struck him in that moment, and he considered retracting the consent he had given, but then those gentle hands changed his mind. The first finger slipped into him without issue. He hissed, eyes closed and brow furrowed. When the second was added was when the noises started. They were muffled and short, trapped behind pursed lips and gritted teeth. He reached behind himself and grabbed onto his husband’s cock, initially gripping it tighter than what he meant to. His hands shook and his body shuddered. When Diavolo stuck a certain spot inside of him was when he lost his resolve. The moan that escaped him was not a noise he thought himself capable of making. 

His grip released the weeping member and went for Diavolo’s wrist instead, “That’s enough.”

Diavolo watched him curiously as his fingers were removed. Lucifer lifted himself, and with as much poise and grace as he could muster, impaled himself on his husband. Diavolo was a large man, he knew this to be true, but it quickly resurfaced in his memory as he struggled to bottom out. The fullness he felt was almost too much, almost. 

Diavolo went to speak, but Lucifer held up a hand to stop him. Then he moved. Diavolo’s hands flew to Lucifer’s hips and those golden eyes were fixed upon him, “Lucifer-”

“Do you feel good?”

“Incredibly so.”

“Am I better than anything you’ve had before?”

“You’re the only thing I want. I am honored to touch you.”

His voice flattered and his hips stuttered as he tried to meet Lucifer, but the Crowned Prince had other ideas, “You’re being so good for me right now, and good boys get rewarded. Tell me, what would you like?”

There wasn’t a single sliver of hesitation from Diavolo, “I would like to make love to you.”

Lucifer’s brain stilled. Make love to him?

Diavolo had been a bit of a romantic ever since they’d met and even before that, but the answer still caught him off guard. It hadn’t been what he’d been expecting. The words ‘to cum’ were the first that came to mind. That was usually what he was aiming for during their more private sessions.

Diavolo sat up, it changed the angle and coaxed another sigh from Lucifer’s lips. 

“Would that be quite alright?”

Lucifer studied his face, used his fingers to gently trace along Diavolo’s cheekbones and lips. The storm inside of him was quelling and in its place, a gentle shower. He didn’t say a word, rather, he let their lips meet once more in a gentle embrace. It was trust, it was openness, it was a sense of home.

All of it came together, a result of an act of devotion.

When they pulled apart he nodded, and he found himself being moved to his back. Diavolo’s thrusts were consistent, gentle yet powerful. Lucifer had one hand tangled in his hair and the other on his back. He didn’t want to break eye contact with him. Each movement continued to coax gaspy grunts and sighs of pleasure from his lips. This was good. He liked this.

“I would do anything for you, you know,” Diavolo whispered, “Should entire kingdoms turn against you, I would remain by your side. I would put myself before any danger in your name. My dying breath is for you.”

Something about this scared a part of him.

Words carried so much, especially words spoken into existence. He held Diavolo tighter, “Don’t make a fool’s promise.”

“I would never do such a thing.”

Lucifer could feel his eyes wetten, his breathing quickened, and with it the heat coiling in his stomach. 

Right before the edge, Diavolo pressed their mouths together.

Lucifer had never seen stars quite like that.

***

"You are aware that there is nothing forcing you to be with him?" 

"Besides the union of two kingdoms?"

"You know what I mean Asmodeus."

The pair spoke quietly as they danced, Lucifer spinning the Jewel of Arcadia around, the skirts he wore flew out around him, in the most elegant ways imaginable. Asmodeus looked happy, everything about him seemed happy, but looks could be deceiving. Lucifer knew this to be true. 

Asmo was in close again, his eyes darted over Lucifer's shoulder once before the sunset met rubies once more. Lucifer struggled to find the most appropriate words, something that wouldn't be so… crass.

"You don't have to copulate with him if you don't want to," was what he finally settled on, "You have autonomy you know, laying with him is not mandatory."

No matter what anyone said.

Something faltered inside Asmo, but it was quick to disappear before Lucifer could say something about it.

"I mean, I want to," Asmo whispered, "Have you seen him? He's a total hunk. Just my type. Don't think I am any less refined but I wanted to jump him, I really did." Asmo's words became even more quiet as he reached the ending bit, as if he was worried someone would overhear. 

Why Lucifer would never understand. A part of him worried it was because he was the first man in a while to give Asmo any ounce of attention. Lucifer didn’t trust him, not entirely anyways. 

It was… also a bit more detail than Lucifer needed.

Their waltz continued, the tapping of their feet on cobblestone keeping them in time. 

Lucifer took in a breath, "You deserve the world My Jewel, I just want to make sure you know that. His duty now is to make you happy. Every waking moment should be for you, and his dying breath is for your name alone. Anything less is less than you deserve. Anything less is worthy of more than divorce. Death isn't even suitable for such an offense."

Tears pricked at the edges of Asmodeus' eyes, "Lucifer."

"That is all I have to say on the matter, my job is to make sure you enjoy the rest of the daylight now," he smiled, he wouldn't have Asmodeus for much longer, so he might as well enjoy the rest of the song, "I'm a bit rusty at dancing, wouldn't you agree?"

***

“Sit.”

“But-”

“Sit.”

Diavolo let out a soft huff, finally taking a seat on the edge of their bed. Barbatos stood behind Lucifer watching the pair with a bemused smile. Cerberus had followed suit, confused by the command, but eager to follow it nonetheless. Lucifer pinched his brows together, collecting his thoughts before letting out a sigh. 

“You are still in recovery, therefore you are to be resting and allowing yourself to recover.”

“But it has been ages since I’ve picked you up and held you in my arms!” his voice was bordering on whining. He reached for Lucifer pulling him forward, just short of into Diavolo’s lap. “Is it suddenly a crime to wish to display my devotion and affection to you?”

“You know that is not true.”

Diavolo plopped  back onto the bed with an arm covering his eyes as he began his lament, “My darling husband no longer adores me. He is but a mean man, a mean mean man.” He peaked out from underneath his arm, a smirk on his face, “But oh do I love it when he is mean.” 

His voice had dropped an octave. It was suggestive, playful. 

Hands on his hips Lucifer wandered closer. Leaning over Diavolo he put one hand next to his head, “You know I am not mean. I simply take control, and you like when I tell you what to do, do you not?”

Diavolo hummed in response, eyes hooded. 

“So you will rest for me, yes? Then we can play together.”

Instead of a response, Lucifer received a quick smack to his ass. Well, he supposed that was what he deserved for letting his guard down around his playful husband.  He yelped, falling on top of Diavolo who chuckled next to his ear.

“This means punishment, correct?”

“Whatever am I going to do with you?”

“Perhaps let me kiss you?”

“You would like that wouldn’t you?” 

He went to stand but Diavolo yanked him back down. Barbatos’ throat clearing drew their attention back to the other side of the room, “Shall I dismiss myself?” 

“Apologies Barbatos, my husband seems to have gotten a little too eager." 

Lucifer stood and righted himself taking a seat on the bed. Diavolo propped himself up on his elbows, eyes aglow, "Perhaps some tea would be in order?" 

"We just received a new spiced blend, hand picked by Queen Asmodeus himself"

Lucifer's ears perked, "Queen?"

"It seems his majesty thought it a bit more appropriate. There's a letter attached as well, I have it with me if you would like to read it."

Lucifer all but snatched the letter from Barbatos' hands much to Diavolo's amusement. 

"That blend sounds quite interesting! Prepare us some, would you Barbatos?" Once the butler bowed and left the room, Diavolo turned his attention back to Lucifer, "All good things?"

"It appears so," the pair moved from the bed to a set of ornate chairs so that Lucifer could grab his spectacles, "It appears they stopped in Estos, for a short while on their trip back to Wystyria."

"I hear it's lovely this time of year, perhaps we can stay there when we travel to visit them."

Lucifer put the letter down before taking Diavolo by the hand. He pressed a kiss to the wedding band, "After you recover a little more, then we can speak of such things."

“And when do you think that will be?”

Leaning back in his chair, Lucifer tilted his head to the side, “In time, but until then it is my duty to take care of you.”

“Personally attended to by the King of Arcadia himself? I’m honored.”

Lucifer stood from his chair and knelt by his husband’s side, “You have performed a great act for me, and now it is my turn.” Taking both of his hands, Lucifer held them tight, “Let me do this small act of devotion for you. It will be one of many, I can assure you. I am not always the gentlest man, but I am not hardened. I do this out of love, for you.”

Diavolo’s jovial form softened, and his hands melted under Lucifer’s touch, “I have heard that I am quite the unruly patient.”

“You are just you,” Lucifer smiled, “Your perseverance is one of the many things I love about you.”

“Even when it is seen as stubbornness?”

“Especially then,” Lucifer smiled, “Now, I believe we have a letter to draft over tea, especially if you wish to visit once you recover.”

#ruewrites #obey me #dialuci #obey me diavolo #obey me lucifer #obey me asmodeus #obey me barbatos #TaBoL #diavolo x lucifer #royalty!au #arranged marriage!au

[nyanggk]

♡ ✒ TROPETEMBER SPECIALS ♡

• .*▪︎ red thread ▪︎*. •

jay x fem!reader

trope 5 : soulmate!au, romance, royalty!au, fantasy (kind of)

warnings : profanity (1)

“jay, watch out!” his mother screams as she pulls her son to the ground and then afterwards hugging his shaken figure while she covers him with her body in order to hinder the carriage from hurting him.

just then a beautiful lady around a few years older than jay appeared out of the said carriage, looking at them with worry and fear stricken eyes. however, as she went to saunter forward, she came to a sudden halt as she looked at her ring finger in amazement, much like what he was doing inside the arms of just mother. she looks to be searching for something— for someone, and that was all jay needed to know that she was his.

but jay was a poor boy who’d just hit his 20's as he was looking for a job in another kingdom. having him and his family exiled from his home kingdom, they set off and went to yours in secret, wanting to get a second chance.

he wants you, that’s for sure. faith has sewn the both of you together and it’s only right for him to come forward, but he couldn’t, not with him looking like a slave. he wants to face you with his head held high, but he can’t because he’s nothing but. still, he looks at his ring finger and the enchanting castle where you dwell trying to form a plan in order to get in and ask for your hand.

strung together by the threads of faith, a visible red mark circles your ring finger— a sign that fate has already determined your destined partner. supposedly, the mark will feel as if it's burning if your other half is near, electrifying when you touch, and though you're never one to call yourself a masochist, you wish to feel love's pain.

you’ve already reached the age of thirty, anymore then you'd assume that your soulmate is dead. although there's no deadline to meet your spouse, it only took your parents seven months to meet each other. you're not too worried about him dying though as it's highly unlikely to happen since the elders say that if something as horrific as that happens then you'll feel a pain that resembles that of dying. so, now, you just hope that your soulmate would come faster and exactly 3 days later, that wish came true.

"your highness," your general bows down in front of you as you stay sat on top of your throne. "a king has come again to ask you for your hand." he informs.

"this again?" your voice booms from across the wide empty room, tone lacing thickly with annoyance as you twirl your hair along with your ring finger. "aren't i getting too old for suitors?"

"i most definitely don't agree, your highness." what he says makes you look up, brow raising in challenge and to ask him if he really just went against his mistresses words. "i think your highness' beauty rivals even the youngest in our kingdom."

"was that supposed to humor me?" you ask and he all but looks at you at a loss for words. everything seems to always be on ice with you these days— especially since you've been feeling the line on your finger tingling all morning.

"well then," you pick up, mood changing as you stand up. "let's hurry and accommodate our dear guest, shall we? we wouldn't want to be called unwelcoming."

"right, your highness." he says before straightening his posture and saluting to you.

the whole castle began to busy themselves upon hearing the order of a guest coming, and a king at that. you watch them with amused eyes as your servant ushers you into your chambers to get ready.

“you all are getting too excited,” you say in a soft voice, watching as she holds up two extravagant looking ball gowns that had multiple puffs and layers on it, making you cringe. “I'm sorry if i disappoint you all.”

you know the reason of their enthusiasm to work. It’s because the presence of a new man in your kingdom can mean that they’ll finally have a king. your people yearn to have one— not for them but for you. they all feel for your want to meet your soulmate. some may even say that they’re more desperate to find him than you are. everytime the announcement of new suitors came, they always become avid and yet, you continue to disappoint them.

choosing a plain dress that fitted your liking, you slide the clothing on afterwards reaching up to adjust the crown that sat on top of your head before nodding at your servants that you were ready. 

“you come from… where?” you hear the voice of your knight question.

you hear the man clear his throat but as he went to speak, his eyes caught sight of you coming into his view. you watch him straighten himself up, now completely turning all of his attention to you as he bows down awkwardly and you cant help but to look at the loud burning on your ringer in amazement.

‘this is him?’

and it's as if rings started clanging, confirming your hunch.

“y-your highness!” your knight says in a surprised tone as he too, bows in respect.

you eye the said “king” noting how completely unfamiliar he is to you as you’ve never even seen him before at any grand meetings. not only that but you've never seen a king wore something so… tacky. despite that, you had no choice but to ignore this 

“this is king jay of… seattle?” your knight announces in a weird tone and you can't help but mimic his tone as never in your life had you heard of that country before but you aren't able to dwell on it further when at the mention of his name, goosebumps arise and it makes your spine tingle.

you only nod before telling your knight to leave, wanting to be alone with the man who u assume to be your destined other half.

“my name is queen y/n,” you announce, bowing curtly as you spread your gown in respect before continuing, “a pleasure to meet you.”

“I— my queen,” he stutters out before bowing in the same manner as how he did before, however when he rises again, his hair flocks his eyes and all you wanted was to wave them back. “It’s nice to meet you too! b-but i–  shit.” he cuts himself off with a profanity.

you raise your brow in question, both amused and in wonder. “i didn't think my king held such barbaric tones.” you say with a small laugh.

“I don't!” he denies. “i'm sorry. i- im just a mess right now, but my queen, i have something that im desperate to confess."

“what is it?” you ask in curiosity as you take a step further, ring finger burning immensely as it orders for you to touch him, but of course, you don’t, wanting to respect his space when he hasn’t established his want for you.

“as you can probably tell, i'm no king and i'm certainly no noble figure. i just pieced together this stupid costume so i could impress you and not look like a pile of rags, but it’s killing me having to lie to you.” he says feeling desprate and ashamed. “i'm a slave and an immigrant. i'll only be bringing shame to your name if i associate myself with you, but i just have to come and tell you that… that I'm here. you must've been waiting so long for me, my queen  and I'm sorry for that.”

you nod at his words in understand, not fazed by the confession one bit like he thinks you'll be. you're king is underestimating you but you'll let it pass. it's him after all. “there’s no need to be sorry. in fact, i don't care if you’re no king or noble. i wouldn't have you any other way, my king.”

he stares at you agape, mouth hanging in shock when hearing your words as if you accepting him was so impossible. “y-your king?”

leaning closer, you place your hand under his chin to close his mouth, a small chuckle making its way past your lips in amusement and happiness. “yes, my king. would that be okay?”

jay’s skin fires up at your touch and he’s unsure whether it’s your bond’s doing or you in itself. when your hand doesn't leave his face and instead, goes to cup his cheek as you pull him closer, jay practically melts. 

“o-of course,” he curses at himself for stuttering as he had initially planned to show you that he can be a capable, strong man. but all his efforts are just in vain because with you, everything becomes transparent. “i’ll be your king.”

cheering, you grasp his face closer to the point where your noses were basically touching and all jay can do is swallow the thick saliva that's formed while he blushes. "fantastic! we shall go out at dawn and announce our wedding."

"wedding?!" he exclaims, making his nose bump with yours.

are you really not ashamed of him?

you only reply to jay with an enthusiastic nod, smile so radiant it feels like he could easily forgot his fear of huge crowds.

"o- okay." he gulps accompanied by a determined nod. "let's do it."

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Title: The Dark Prince 💦🐑👊📝💜

Author: @jkeuphoriadreamland

Summary: 8 parts + epilogue, and completed. Prince!jk x Care giver!reader. Also supernatural and virgin jk!au. 

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

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Title: Prima Nocta 💦🗒

Author: @yoon2k​ 

Summary: King!jk x reader. Also virgin reader!au. The ending made me want to punch a wall,  but it’s a good story overall. 

↳ “It was a tradition that had started with his father as a way to consolidate his power deemed jus primae noctis: the right of the first night. The lords would watch him claim the woman they would spend the rest of their lives with physically, and their pride would fall at his feet.”

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Title: Caged Bird 💦🗒

Author: @borathae​ 

Summary: Bandit!jk x Queen!reader. Also enemies-to-lovers!au. 

↳ “Jungkook was sent by the Ravens of the Black Forest to kill the Queen of the Night Queendom. He hadn’t expected to find love when he climbed the high walls of the Queen’s castle and pressed a sharp blade against her throat.” 

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Title: Royal Guard 💦🐑👊📝

Author: @beautifulplaceofyouth​ 

Summary: On going. Royal guard!jk x Princess!reader.  Also fallen angel and virgin reader!au. 

↳ “When you keep bumping into your personal royal guard by accident not knowing he is your guardian angel.”

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Title: You Are My Crown 💦👊🗒

Author: @redsaurrce​ 

Summary: Also yandere!au. King!jk x servant!reader. 

↳ “He doesn't want anybody but you.”

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[blossom-hwa]

Hello again! I was wondering if I could request a skz minho enemies to lovers au ? Thank you for sharing your work with us these past five years !!

of course you may, thanks for the request and your kind words! I hope you enjoy this!

5 year anniversary drabble game: send me a Stray Kids/TXT/Golden Child/Ateez/The Boyz member + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!

(this is a continuation of this drabble that I wrote for my 4 year anniversary - it’s not necessary for understanding this story, but if you’d like a prequel of sorts here it is!)

(update: I've written another sequel to this piece, When the Canary Stops Singing!)

REQUESTS OPEN!!

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Title: Warning Song

Pairing: Minho x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 988

Warnings: mentions of death and injury, cursing

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“Why did you come to warn me?”

You pause in rewrapping the bandage around your leg, one end of the white cloth pulled taut in your hand. “What?”

Minho’s eyes stare into yours, unflinchingly steady. “I asked why you came to warn me.”

You turn back to your leg and snort. “What, did you think I should’ve just left you to die?”

Silence follows your question, silence too heavy to ignore. You look at him in disbelief. “Wow, really? Just how much did you really hate me?”

“Quite a lot,” Minho replies baldly. “You were always annoying. Always in my way.”

“Oh, that’s rich, coming from you.” You tie off the end of the bandage and tuck the rest of the cloth back into your bag. “Me, always in your way? You’re being ridiculous - if anything, you were always in mine -”

“Answer the question.”

You purse your lips together, turning to fully face your oh-so-ridiculously-insufferable prince. “Your Highness, do you remember what my family’s crest is?”

“The canary.”

“Correct,” you snap. “And what do canaries do in the coal mines?”

“They sing.” Minho pauses. “Until they don’t.”

“Also correct.” You sigh. “My family has a duty to yours, Your Highness. We have always been your heralds of danger, and your protectors when needed. My parents served yours. My brother served you and your sister before...” You swallow, looking away. It isn’t fast enough to avoid watching the shadow pass across Minho’s face, though. “Anyway, whether I like it or not, protecting your family is part of my history. The fact that I think you as a person are a waste of space in this kingdom means nothing. I will sing for you, no matter what.” You clench your fist, then release it. “Until I can’t.”

For a long time, Minho doesn’t look back at you, still stays turned away. You’re in no mood to keep talking, so you don’t encourage conversation. But halfway through you reorganizing your bag, he speaks. 

“I could release you of your service,” he says quietly.

You blink once, twice. “What?”

“You shouldn’t remain bound to us by duty,” Minho continues as though he didn’t hear you, though you know he must have. “If I released you and your family, you would no longer be forced to protect us at your own expense.”

You gape at Minho, slack-jawed. “Your Highness - you do realize what you’re saying, right?”

“I do.” He stares right at you, eyes clear and steady. It still barely manages to convince you he knows what he’s speaking of. “I’m being serious.”

“Then you should stop.” You sigh loudly, pinching the bridge of your nose. “It’s not - it’s not that easy. You cannot just release a family of their entire history since this dynasty began with words like that.”

“But no one should be forced to lay down their lives for someone else without reason,” Minho argues. “Least of all not someone who they think is a waste of space in this kingdom.”

Your face burns at the words he just spat back at you. “Your Highness, I spoke out of turn. I shouldn’t have -”

“My point still stands,” Minho interrupts, raising his voice above yours. “No one should be forced into this sort of service just by virtue of their heritage if they don’t believe in it -”

“It doesn’t matter!” you snap. “It doesn’t matter - this is my family. My duty! I will not put that aside for my own petty opinions about you and your personality!”

“But -”

“Stop talking!” you finally yell, anger boiling over. “My brother died for your sister. My parents died for you! Everyone is dead, I’m the only one left - if I give up on this, there is nothing left, do you understand? Nothing!” 

Silence falls flat on the ground. You turn away from the prince so he won’t see the tears burning in your eyes, threatening to roll down your face. Your brother, dead in action. Your mother and father, cut down before your very eyes. The knife plunging into your shoulder, the sword that sliced down your calf, the dark path to the castle you can barely remember, clouded by the fear that you might be too late...

It can’t be for nothing. It can’t.

“Hm.”

Internally, you groan. “Your Highness -”

“So what I’m hearing,” Minho says, cutting you off, “is that I’m just too handsome and charismatic for you to stop protecting.” A smirk crawls up his face as you stare at him, incredulous. “That I’m too wonderful to give up on, too smart and pretty and too good of a ruler -”

You open your mouth to do - something. Talk. Scream. Yell at him and slap him in the face. But as he looks at you, that obnoxious smirk curling his lips -

“What the fuck?” you gasp, hysterical laugher bubbling up your throat. “Do you even hear what you’re saying? Gods, Your Highness, this is exactly why I always hated you -”

“Thank you.”

You swallow your hysteria out of surprise. “What?”

“Thank you,” Minho repeats, low and quiet. When he meets your eyes, he actually looks serious. “For warning me. For not leaving me.” The corner of his lip curves up, just slightly. “For protecting me, even if you think I’m a waste of space.”

For several moments you just stare at him, trying to process the words he just said. When it finally twigs that he’s thanking you, you still have to blink several times before you fully understand. 

“You’re welcome,” you reply, words stilted and off-kilter even to your ears. You clear your throat, trying to gain back a semblance of normality. “And will you please let that go?”

“Never,” Minho sniffs, that annoying glint of mischief sparkling in his eye. For some reason, it’s not as maddening as you once thought before. “Not on your life.”

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Happy (late) 500 Followers!

So I meant to do this like 300 followers ago lol. But, I love all y'all so much that I did want to take the time to thank you so so so so so much for following me, reading my stories, and leaving me kind words🥰 Writing has always been my passion at baseline, but y'all make it even more fun!

My plan is, to celebrate, I'll let you guys pick what little mini story I end up writing (A Fresh Start will still be ongoing this will just be done on the side don't worry). Now, as I know that like at least 75% of my following is here for Din Djarin, this mini story was going to be focused on him. Which works out perfectly since he is on my mind all day every day lately.

Here are the choices:

Royalty!Din Djarin [set in star wars setting]: Mandalore was in the process of rebuilding and as part of the 'Resettlement and Rejuvenation' committee for once lost worlds it was your job to be onsite as the capital city of Sundari came back to life. You were a professional who was very good at her job, but the ruler of Mandalore, an odd fellow with an even more odd child, was not making your job easy.

Soulmate!Din Djarin [set in star wars setting]: It was like fate or destiny had planned from the beginning for you to be on the run from the law. With the words 'I can bring you in warm, or I can bring you in cold' adorning your rib cage you always wondered what was worse. Knowing you were bound to being wanted or realizing your soulmate was a cursed bounty hunter. You had a mission to finish and no bounty hunter, soulmate or not, was going to stop you.

Firefighter!Din Djarin [set in modern world]: Din Djarin had many years of experience running into burning buildings and saving lives. But, when a job goes wrong, he finds the roles switched and a mysterious woman ends up saving his life instead. He's determined to find the woman who acted as his savior. You, on the other, would love nothing more than to avoid the firefighter you accidentally saved.

Roommates!Din Djarin [set in modern world]: You and your roommate got along incredibly well which is shocking considering you met him off craigslist. Granted, the bar was very low considering all you asked of him was that he not murder you. The two of you were close enough that favors for one another was not out of the ordinary. Sometimes he'd ask you to babysit his son for a night, and you were planning on asking him to pretend to be your fiance so you wouldn't have to face your family and ex-boyfriend alone. That was a fair trade, right?

Poll will be open for a week!

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[justwritedreams]

Welcome to the Kingdom | Jeno

Chapter One: The Party

Prince Jeno x Princess Reader, enemies to lovers au!, royalty au! Word count: 3123 Genre: kinda angst? Author: maari Warnings: none i think Note: So the Lee royal family will have the entire Lee unit 😏 this chapter is shorter than i thought but i didn't want to make you wait any longer. Summary: After Jeno's surprise visit, you want to know why he was in your kingdom and why your father is holding an event for the Lee family.

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Y/N walked hurriedly through the huge hall of the castle, the heavy boots were not the only noise that echoed, her heavy breathing too. But it wasn't because of training but because of Jeno, it was his fault and that arrogant tone he always carried. But he had gone too far this time, getting close enough to speak in her ear? This was an outrage! So she went to her father's conference room, where she knew he would have met the Lee’s, she entered unannounced and from the way the King had handled her arrival, keeping his attention focused on the papers on the table, he already expected that reaction. "Daughter-" "What was Jeno doing here?" she asked directly, bluntly. "It was an invitation I addressed to King Taeyong, Jeno came as an escort." Y/N waited for her father to continue, placing his hands on her hips. "That's all." "How so that’s all?" She moved her hands nonstop as she spoke, she had this habit when she was nervous. Which often happened when she was around Jeno. The king took a deep breath and dropped the papers, facing his daughter. "Diplomatic relations." She crossed her arms. "Considering that I am the next and only one in the line of succession, I deserve to know, dad." He motioned for her to sit in the chair next to her and she did so, paying attention to him. "Tayeong assured that he wants a friendly relationship between the two kingdoms." She rolled her eyes. "Just like everyone else and days later they bombed our border." The history of east and west wasn’t the friendliest in the world. The east was known for its physical strength, having the most developed navy on the continent as its borders had access to the sea, it was also ruled by the Lee royal family. Jeno was fourth in the line of succession and one of the youngest. Taeyong, the first and crowned king a few weeks ago. The west, on the other hand, was entirely terrestrial. Forcing the kingdom to have much more strategic than physical strength. Y/N was the sole heir to the throne and all the weight fell on her shoulders as all the enemies of the royal family were waiting for any tiny mistake to dethrone them and take possession of the kingdom. The Lee family and the entire eastern kingdom would be the ones who would have the most advantages in taking more land, the feud between the kingdoms was very old but known to all. When the kingdoms were divided, the west didn’t have a king, only a queen. She ruled for a short time until she fell in love with a soldier and married him, thus making him king. However, this didn’t go down well with any of the other kingdoms, who found it an outrage for a commoner to rule. He had no titles, he wasn't worthy. Although the north and south maintained good relations with the west, the same couldn’t be said of the east, which saw it as a threat. Even after years, king by king, the two kingdoms still didn’t have a friendly relationship, some attempts were made during some reigns but nothing concrete. All attempts end up in the same way, the agreement was signed verbally and days later some attack happened on the border of the western kingdom, always making the king retreat in an official agreement. Too suspicious. "Believe me, daughter, Taeyong is being sincere." Y/N was speechless at the confident way her father said that. Does he believe in Taeyong? The rookie king with little experience? "And how are you so sure?" she asked, curious. "Always remember, a king always recognizes another king's sincere wishes." "That still doesn't explain Jeno's presence here, why didn't Haechan or Ten come too?" Her father smiled, though it took him a while to respond. "All I can say is that we have a deal with Jeno." Y/N looked at him suspiciously but didn't question him anymore, because, from what she had noticed, her father wouldn't say more than that. "And the training?" she smiled at the question and for the next few minutes chatted with her father about her training and how excited she was. Not any princess had the king's authorization to train something as dangerous as learning to wield weapons, so she was grateful to her father for that. But the conversation didn't last as long as she wanted, her father got a call and she took the cue to get back to her chores. "Daughter." she heard her father call as she opened the living room door. "Yeah." She turned to look at him, he had a tender smile. "Could you try not to hate Jeno so much?" Y/N sighed and didn't answer what she really wanted to say, that not in a million years she would stop hating him. "No promises."

[...] "You can say what you want about Jeno or the Lee family, but you can't deny that the genetics are wonderful." Y/N listened to her cousin, Yeri, speak as she put on her earrings in front of the mirror. "You say that because you have a crush on him." she snapped, rolling her eyes. "And who in the four realms doesn't?" Yeri crossed her arms and her cousin turned to look at her. "I don't." she replied and received a laugh in response. “For none of them? Even Mark?” Yeri raised her eyebrow and Y/N opened her mouth to deny it but was interrupted. “You know very well that you liked him when you were younger.” “I was 6 years old, Yeri.” “And your point is…?” "Even if I had a crush on any of them, even Jeno and I make it very clear that I don't like him, it's not like it changes anything between our families." Y/N didn't hate the entire Lee family. As Yeri had said, she had a silly, childish crush on Mark when she was a child, but it was fleeting. Since it was not very common for the two families to meet more than twice in the same year. However, the hatred was rooted since she was born, her entire family hated the Lee family and vice versa. And that was why she didn't understand the sudden approach of the two families, well, diplomatically she did. What she didn't accept was the ball her father was giving that night to welcome them to court. That was unusual and rare, it was difficult enough for the two kings to meet at official events in the southern and northern kingdoms, imagine having a ball just between the two kingdoms. To be honest, Y/N didn't like to hate anyone but Jeno was different. Of all the Lee family heirs, even Haechan who was the loudest of them all, Jeno was the one that irritated her the most. Everyone knew the prince as kind, polite and selfless. However, when he was around Y/N, he would become arrogant and prepotent. She hated that superior pose he seemed to wear just with her and that didn't change as they grew up, quite the opposite. After all, he was a womanizer. "I don't say change, but kissing him doesn't seem so bad." Y/N heard her cousin answer and turned around instantly, completely surprised. "You're looking at me like that, it's because you've already thought about that possibility!" the cousin laughed and Y/N grabbed the first thing she saw and threw it at her, feeling her cheeks burn. "Hey, it's going to mess up my hairstyle." “The day I feel like kissing that ridiculous mouth, the world will end!” “That day is near then.” Yeri got up from the bed where she was sitting and raised her arms, seeing her cousin's offended face, she ran out of the room laughing like a child. "Yeri!" Y/N screamed and pulled the hem of her dress to go after her but stopped in the hallway when she saw the mother elegantly in a red dress and a wide smile on her face when she saw her daughter dressed up. The princess wore a long navy blue dress, the skirt in tulle with some diamonds studded that went up to the torso, the top had a more open neckline and imitated a corset, the bust had some details in gold while the sleeves were also in tulle. They covered only her shoulder, leaving her arms exposed. The Greek braid added a neater touch and the makeup perfectly highlighted her face. "We must go, the guests have arrived." the queen warned and the daughter agreed, Yeri approached so they could link arms while the queen went ahead. The king appeared near the stairs, taking the queen's hand for himself while Y/N and her cousin waited for them to descend the stairs, being photographed and observed by everyone. When Y/N did it the same along with Yeri, smiling gently at the photographers, her gaze met Jeno's and trying to hide her surprise, she lifted her chin even higher, as if showing that she wasn't being affected by the intense way he was staring at her from head to toe. Or contrary to him, she was more subtle when evaluating his attire, Jeno was dressed all in white, a tuxedo that appeared to be velvet and with silver details on the left side, but even against her will, the princess's legs wobbled when she noticed that he didn't wear a shirt under his blazer. The Lee family always had their own rules about what clothes were worn to official events and Jeno never seemed to care about etiquette, no wonder the only thing covering his torso was his one-buttoned blazer. A damn button. But maybe her legs didn't just wobble because of that, but because of the way he sized her up. Did he seem to…like what he'd seen? "I think I'm going to need to change my panties." Yeri spoke close to Y/N's ear so that no one but the two of them could hear and she turned to her cousin, opening her eyes more than usual, of course she knew what her cousin was talking about. Or rather, from whom. “My God, Yeri!” the two made it to the hall trying not to laugh at what Yeri said and they joined the king and queen to get more. As Y/N felt Jeno's gaze on her, causing her to take a deep breath so as not to reciprocate. What had gotten into him after all? After the photos, some guests approached to greet the royal family and the princess even tried to grab her cousin by her arm so she wouldn't leave her side but it was in vain. It would be very helpful to have Yeri company as the Lee family approached, well or maybe not so much because her cousin's words echoed through Y/N's mind as soon as she looked at Jeno again. All the men were beautiful, of course they were drawing not only sighs from the women in the room but also all the attention, Y/N noticed that the crown looked good on Taeyong and smiled warmly at him when he greeted her. She was polite, despite the anger she felt for his brother. Although she moved her hands together nonstop, fighting the urge to leave, she couldn't take her eyes off Jeno. She knew he would do anything to get attention, he was the type who loved the spotlight on him. But that outfit… Did he have no manners? His exposed skin shone brighter than the silver cord he wore around his neck and she wanted to tuck him into a decent shirt. "I don't say change, but kissing him doesn't seem so bad." angrily, the princess looked into his face and analyzed him minutely. From the black hair properly combed and parted in the middle, through the small and intense eyes, the protruding nose and the pink and full lips. Well, it's not like she really wanted to kiss him, but just assuming to herself that they were terribly attractive that night wouldn't hurt, right? She might hate him but she wasn't blind. Y/N looked down at his neck and stopped at the damn button. If Jeno wanted so much to attract the attention of the guests and the press, why didn't he show the torso right away? It wouldn't be easier to show off your bare chest and… "Princess? "What?" she blinked a few times and turned her attention to the guests in front of her. Everyone, including her parents, stared at her as if expecting an answer. “Honey, Jeno asked you to dance.” her mother said, smiling heartily. "Ah well, I-" she started trying to find an excuse when Jeno came out from behind Taeyong, walked over to her and grabbed her wrist. "Excuse us." he nodded to the others present and pulled Y/N with him to the center of the room. "I didn't say yes." she complained when they were away from their families, rolling her eyes briefly. As always, he was very polite to her. Jeno turned to face her, lowered his fingers from the wrist to her hand and his free arm went to her waist, pulling her closer. Automatically Y/N's hand, which wasn’t held, went to his shoulder. She didn't want to dance with him, but it wouldn't be nice of her to refuse in front of all the royalty and the press. Y/N felt a shiver when the song started, it was one of her favorites, and they started to twirl around the room. It had nothing to do with the fact that Jeno's warm hand felt so soft as he held hers gently. It didn't even look like he was the one there, at least it wasn't the Jeno she knew. "You didn't say no either." he smirked, teasingly as he led her. “Could you be any less…” she tried to find the right word. "Attractive? Beautiful? Irresistible?" he suggested and she looked at him with boredom. "Irritating." Unlike all the other times they teased each other, Jeno didn't snap back with a child's pout, on the contrary, he laughed. He laughed at her. “Don't make a face, princess. Everyone is very attentive to our movements, they will say that you are making light of our peace agreement.” he blinked and she clenched her jaw, feeling the words she'd so wanted to say to him along with the hate she felt being barred from her tongue. However, an evil idea crossed her mind and she didn't think twice about acting. Y/N stomped on Jeno's foot as they whirled around the hall, seeing him stifle a grunt. "Don't make a face, Lee." she scoffed, smirking, proud of the feat and saw him close his eyes. Without waiting, he spun her gracefully and made her lean back, holding her around the waist with a force that stunned her and surprised all the guests, she could hear a chorus of oh across the hall but her eyes locked with Jeno's. They were closer than either of them had ever been. She could feel their noses practically touching, breaths in the same direction until his cheeky smile appeared and then suddenly, Jeno made her stand up straight again as if nothing had happened and his hands weren't touching her anymore, she was dizzy from the spin then answered Jeno's curtsy a little too late, watching him walk away from the center of the hall with the cheeky smile that irritated her deeply. The other guests approached the hall to dance to the next song while Y/N went back to the corner where her cousin was, this time with a glass of wine in her hand and laughing at her. Y/N took the opportunity to get champagne from the waiter who passed beside her and drank all the liquid in one gulp. "Don’t say anything." she asked Yeri who raised her hands in surrender. The last thing she needed was to hear her cousin talk about the sparks between her and Jeno that the entire royals had seen during the dance, it was enough that her own body had betrayed her own reason and what she truly felt for Jeno. It was hate, always has been and always will be. It had to be. For the next hour, as everyone waited for the feast to be served, the princess physically remained there but mentally she was far away. Even if Yeri or anyone else tried to bring it up, her attention was focused on what had happened during the dance. Well, her heart always races when she sees Jeno and her blood always bubbles up, that wasn't a strange feeling. But it was because he always pushed her limits. It was nothing more than that. Shaking her head and finding enough the time she wasted thinking about that, Y/N decided to go to the bathroom to compose herself, as she couldn't understand what the guest was saying, she walked away from the attention of the hall and went to the empty hallway, heading to the first floor bathroom. But she stopped midway when she heard whispers in one of the rooms, thinking it could be some conspiracy against her own kingdom, she paid close attention. "But brother, I don't know if it's fair." Jeno sighed and Y/N dared to look through the open door. Jeno had his back to her, hands on his hips, looking down, and Taeyong was beside him and put his hands on his brother's shoulder for support. She frowned, didn't understand what they're talking about but was already suspected, tried her best not to be seen but the guys inside the library seemed too busy talking to notice that she was there. “We have no other choice. Our kingdom has no other choice.” the king spoke and the brother was silent for a while. Y/N was almost smiling out of pure hatred, she was about to call her father and the guards to get the traitors out of the castle when Jeno replied. "And how do you think Y/N will react when she finds out I'm the one who has to marry her?" The princess widened her eyes and the smile completely disappeared from her face, giving way to an expression of shock and confusion. Unable to control herself, she entered the library and pushed open the door until it slammed against the wall and they both realized this time that she was there. "What did you say?"

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Jin | Unwanted Reunion (II)

Summary: After the festivities Seokjin and you had in bed, it feels like to much, but at the same time, so little has changed. Your emotions are everywhere, and Seokjin is getting more and more desperate to make you love him again. Too bad there’s so many distractions around his own castle now, so maybe a trip to place with no distractions would just what both of you need.

Pairing: Demon King!Seokjin x Human!Reader

Genre: demon!au, soulmates!au, royalty!au, exs-to-lovers, smut, fluff, angst

Rating: 18+

Warnings: mutual pining, implied m/m sex, oral sex (f), discussions of past murder, secrets revealed, confessions, big dick!Seokjin, dom!seokjin, soul bonding, mating, vaginal sex, multiple positions, ass slapping, markings, clingy!Seokjin, Seokjin is so in loveeee~

Part 1 | II Teaser

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You don’t think you’ve ever felt more alive than waking up that next morning. It was like a blanket was lifted off of you as you opened your eyes. The usual dark sky in this dimension having a slight bright blue tinge to it now. It’s light casting down on you softly through the undraped window.

Today, the morning after a night filled with emotions you haven’t felt in a long time, or at least haven't let yourself feel, now has you debating turning over and cuddling the person responsible for these emotions. Yesterday was incredible to say the least. Letting go of all worries, and releasing so much stress all at once, but with the person you did it with has your emotions and thoughts scattering everywhere. Because just the day before you would have never imagined doing such a thing in a very long time.

You know he’s there, laying behind you. Never once has Seokjin left you in bed alone in the morning, and you doubt this morning would be the one he decided to run out the room for. Now it’s just up to you if you want to be the one running out of the room. Even the thought of leaving right now is weird, making your heart hurt, but wouldn’t it be the smart thing to do? To show him last night meant nothing, and he means nothing to you? That’s what you’ve been going with thus far, so why should now be any different?

Even though none of that is true—last night proving that much entirely. That you don’t want to be away from him, and any complaints of being by him again all being false.

You sigh, not realizing how loud it was until you hear shuffling of the bed sheets material behind you… but also noticing that you haven’t left the bed yet, even after you told yourself you should.

Because you don’t have the power to leave him again.

Seokjin’s awake, and he’s very much aware that you’re too. As much as he wants to wrap his arms around you, holding you close and giving you all of his affections, he knows you’re probably in a difficult spot right now. Last night was… it was amazing, but you spent a very long time trying to push him away. To keep him at arms length, and all it took was for him to be outside your door for you to let him back into your arms again. To move right back to where Seokjin and you left off two years ago—half naked, and horny.

But that’s not all it was. It wasn’t just sex. It never was just sex. Even now, as Seokjin looks at your naked back with your hair cascading down it, it’s not just sex that he’s thinking about. He’s thinking about worshiping you, kissing and gliding his fingers across your skin to feel how warm and soft you are. To hold you against his chest, and burry his nose in your hair again to the point his nose becomes numb to the smell. You’ve always just been more.

That’s why, he doesn’t move. He continues staring at your back, hearing your soft breathing as you contemplate what to do, and he waits for you to decide. He wants you forever, but he’ll never force his love onto you. Not fully, that is.

He understands this whole plan went overboard, and maybe even yesterday he shouldn’t have done what he did since it now puts you in this position, but he just wanted one last chance. One last chance to invite you into his life, and take the leap together into being the king and queen.

You’ve always been his queen, though. To Seokjin you’re his everything, and to him that’s enough to give you that unwritten title. He gave you his heart without needing to mate, so making you the rightful queen was just as easy for him.

Sliding his fingers across the dark satin bed sheets, he itches to touch you. It itches and scratches at his chest to just be with you and make you his. To entrap your souls for eternity, and make what he already knows to be true a reality. But still, he respects you enough to be patient. Pulling his hand back and taking his eyes off your back.

Maybe he should get up first. It doesn’t seem like you’re wanting to see him, or even recognize his presence, at that moment, so maybe he should just leave. Get out of bed, and leave you-… Seokjin holds back a hiss as a headache comes on from that incomplete thought.

He knew this would also happen from last night. The pain of being away from you increasing to the point it hurts him just to think about it. Pressing his fingers against his temples, he tries to sooth it away. He tries to tell his body you’re not his in that way, so it shouldn’t react to the need of enveloping you in his arms.

Just when he’s about to prove to his body this much, breathing out a sigh before he actually gets out of bed, you turn around to face him.

Seokjin is frozen in his half moving and half laying down position when your body turns to face him. Your clutching the blanket close to your chest, and your bottom lip is wobbling. His eyes, contrast to your squinting ones, are wide since he did not expect to see your two pupils dilate or seeing your face him at all this morning. But here you are, facing Seokjin with a frown on your face and two eyes that have now become glossy as the hesitant moment from seeing you passes.

Once Seokjin notices the unfailing tears, he’s on the move. Pulling you towards him until you’re both flush against each other. Even if it’s not what you wanted—not wanting to be held by him and feel all the longing emotions that were created last night—this was his last straw. Your tears have always been the worst. The one clear emotion of sadness he could never ignore when it comes from you.

As your face is buried in his chest, a sob rocks out of you. Vibrating through his chest until the sob hits his heart.

“I’m sorry,” Seokjin whispers into your hair because he knows your tears are because of him. That whatever unstopping emotions you just felt before was because of him.

He doesn’t need to know what the emotions are, he already understands. By the way you recuperate in cuddling him, wrapping your arms around his middle, and sobbing, “It’s okay.” He knows it’s because your once hard resolve has finally broken.

———

That morning… was over a week ago. You can’t remember the last time you cried, but when you did it felt like a relief. Like you finally accepted what your life is like, and crying tears of sorrow and joy for your life you tired to live, as well as the life you were most likely going to live.

You haven’t told Seokjin about your epiphany. That no matter what happens, or what situation causes it, that you don’t have the power to leave. That simply leaving a shared bed with him was too hard for you to do, to the point you stayed in his arms another hour before he carried you into the shower.

It’s been peaceful since that day. Not so filled with silence as the shower was when he cleaned you of all the regrets of the past, and you cleaned him of all the pain you’ve cause. You wonder if he felt that way too, or if it was all just an illusion.

You know one thing isn’t an illusion, though, and that’s the big fat hickey on your best friends neck. You press your fingers onto the blue bruise on Jimin’s neck, making him squeal when you squint your eyes at him in question. “Since when have you been alright with getting hickeys?”

Jimin swats your hand away, blushing like an idiot trying to look angry. “Since when have you stared at guys like they own the world?”

You feel your own blush coming on, but you can’t even fake being angry when the embarrassment runs through you. Jimin is referring to you from yesterday. When he caught you staring at Seokjin from across the table and… yeah, you thought he looked like he owned the fricken world! Sue me for thinking the king of demons is hot!

But it wasn’t just him being hot that you were thinking of in that moment. You were also thinking about what he did to you the night before. Your proceedings of sharing a bed haven’t ended with that night a week ago. No. Instead it’s gotten much more heated and much more close to further advantages.

Who can deny that when seeing the love of their life looking up from between your legs, eating you out like a four coarse meal, is the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen in your life?! So sexy that you couldn’t get the picture out of your mind even now.

You can, that’s who. You can deny us straight to Jimin’s face. Denying it even now like a fool. “I-I didn’t do that.”

Jimin rolls his eyes, unconvinced. “Mhmm… you really expect me to believe nothing happened between you two?”

“Well…” You scratch the back of your neck, glancing around the garden you two are in to buy you sometime while you think up something to say. “I wouldn’t say nothing, but… Hey! Stop distracting me! I’m trying to be angry at you!”

Jimin winces, realizing he’s failed at steering your attention away from Taehyung and him. “I-I just thought about it, and—I mean—you know?”

Your eyes droop, looking at your friend like the idiot he is. “And—I mean—you know? That’s all you have to say for forgiving the demon that lied to you?”

Jimin pulls his lip through his teeth, feeling your anger radiating off of you and knowing there’s not much he can do once you get heated like this. He knows you always mean well, but you’re also stubborn enough that once your mind is made up then that’s it. Taehyung lying to him hitting you harder that it ever did him.

“There’s nothing I can do about it now, y/n. I love him, so what else can I do besides accept it?”

“Accept it?” Jimin nods his head, and you look away from him in shame. You don’t understand how he could just accept it. Accepting a life with demon that lied to him from the very start… or maybe even broke his heart.

You shut your eyes, breathing in the cold air of the underworld in frustration because you know that last thought wasn’t directed towards Jimin and Taehyung at all. The person it was directed at has your friend stiffening on the bench next to you when he magically appears in front of you both. You slowly opening your eyes back up, smelling the stink of sulfur because the king of demons decided to pop up in front of you.

“Hi, Seokjin.” The demon in question beams at hearing you say his real name. Something you’ve been doing a lot more often for his benefit lately. “What brings you here?”

You don’t know why you even asked because you already know the answer. “You, of course.” Seokjin glances at Jimin looking in every other direction but at him. “Hey Taehyung-“ Taheyung appears out of no where—most likely being there the whole time. “You should bring Jimin to the falls. I think he’ll like it.”

Jimin doesn’t even need an explanation of what the “falls” were. He’s up and out of his seat, clutching onto Taehyung and pulling him away as fast as he can within seconds. You scoff, hating the loyalty from the demon to Seokjin, and disliking how scared Jimin is of Seokjin. Most people are scared of him, but you also know it’s falsely placed, so seeing your friend act this way because of nothing but titles and rumors is ridiculous to your eyes.

“Well, bye to you too Jimin!” He looks at you with a uncomfortable smile, and a awkward small wave. Glancing at Seokjin and then running even faster away with his lover. Rolling your eyes at the pair, you look back up at Seokjin with a glower. “Was that really necessary?”

He continues to smile down at you, and rolling his own eyes in return. Then he sits down in the unoccupied seat next to you. “Not my fault he’s scared of me.”

“So, you could tell?” He rolls his eyes again, pointing at his mind like it’s obvious that he knows and why he knows. “Oh, yeah. Forgot about that.”

You didn’t actually forget. You just forgot Seokjin used the telepathic ability at all since he’s promised to never do it with you a long time ago. You still wonder about that promise, so you decide to ask, “Do you ever look into my mind?”

“Never.” You jump at his answer. It coming out so quickly and almost forceful—him wanting you to know right away what his promises mean when it comes to you. With a sigh, Seokjin looks like he’s suddenly just taken off so much weight from his shoulders by explaining, “I keep my promises to you, la mia rosa.”

You look away, blushing at what you want to believe is the nickname and not the sweet confirmation of promises. “Is that so?”

Feeling something touch your hand, you look down to see Seokjin slowly interlocking your fingers together. Like he’s afraid you’ll reject him, but each finger wraps together until your holding hands nonetheless, and with how you’ve been feeling lately your not surprised you let him do this.

“Yes… and I hope you could keep yours too.”

Raising a pointed eyebrow at him, you try to think back about any promises you’ve given him and come up empty handed. “What promise?”

Seokjin smiles, squeezing your hand in his. “The one where you promised to be with me forever…” You roll your eyes, scoff, and look away from him. He laughs, obviously making a small joke since he would never force you to do that—even though he hopes and prays for you to do just that. “And the one you made me last night.”

You turn back to face him, not remembering making a single promise last night and you watch his smirk only grow while he explains, “When I was between your legs. You were just about to cum for me and-“

“Oh my god, shut up! Just… get to the promising part.” You’re now beat red in the face and it only makes Seokjin’s grin grow to see you like this. Him finding your blush oh so adorable.

With a kiss on the cheek that has your eyes widening, he whispers against your skin, “That you would spend the day with me.”

As soon as he says those words you remember this promise. Although you we’re definitely not in a position at the time to say anything but yes to him, you always keep your promises. Looking back at him, now annoyed by the way he used this knowledge of you to get a whole day with you alone. “You’re an ass, you know that?”

“Maybe,” He leans back on his one hand, keeping the other one still clasped in your own. “But a promise is a promise.”

With a sigh, you let go of his hand—for which Seokjin looks suddenly saddened by the loss of contact—and then you stand up front he bench. “Okay… where to, your majesty?”

Soekjin laughs, but it sounds forced. Then rocking in his seat before he stands up next to you. “Please don’t call me that, and wherever your heart desires.”

It’s on the tip of your tongue to say home, but looking at Seokjin’s happy smile right now you don’t even want to bring up the prospect of you leaving right now. It’s been two weeks since the deal has been made, and in two more weeks the deal will be settled. But unlike how you were at the time of making said deal… you don’t know what your answer is to staying here now.

Thinking quickly, and because you really don’t want to make yourself upset about how your emotions have been all over the place lately, you say the first place that comes to mind, “You know, you’ve never brought me to Italy before.”

———

It takes you five seconds to transport into the beautiful country of Italy thanks to Seokjin’s abilities. You were hoping once you got into the country to let go of his hand, since you have to touch him to transport with him, and get some space, but once you realized where you both were you clutched onto Seokjin for dear life.

You don’t know why you didn’t expect any less from him, either. Once you asked him to go to Pairs, and you opened your eyes to be on top of the Eiffel tower! But instead of the top of the Eiffel tower or even on a flat street, or the ground, you find yourself on top of the Colosseum.

The second your eyes cast themselves downwards and you see you’re, in fact, over a hundred feet off the ground you scream, “This is not what I meant by wanting to see the sights!”

Seokjin laughs, the sound echoing into the night sky of Italy, and then he comfortably wraps his arms around you waist and shoulder. Hugging you close to him, and you allow it because you rather embrace him then fall off the nearly destroyed building in Italy. You even mistakenly further his enjoyment of this predicament when you burry your face into his chest because seeing even the landscape in front of you is too much.

“Come on, y/n! I can’t bring you to Italy without a vip treatment,” You can hear Seokjin’s smile in his voice and if it wasn’t for fearing for your life you would smack it off.

“J-just get me down… please.”

You hear him sigh, not taking your face out of his chest. When you smell sulfur, and feel gravity overtake your being is the only time when you peak one eye out of his chest to see you are back on the ground. Taking your whole face and body away from him when you see what’s in front of you now—jaw dropped.

Looking around, you seem to be in type of church, but it is absolutely breathtaking. Everything being in gold and creamy whites. You can smell the history of this place, and you’re completely captivated by it all. Meanwhile, Seokjin is completely captivated by you.

Coming up from behind you he reaches his arm around your shoulders and slowly tips your head up by your chin to face the ceiling. Gasping, you understand now why he’s brought you to this church out of all places. 

“Wow,” You comment breathtaking. 

Right above both of your heads is a dome shaped painting that you’ve only seen in pictures and brochures for the country. It’s a large painting that fills every space of the ceiling with gods, stars, and even masterpieces of otherworldly sky’s.

“This is called The Glory of St Ignatius.” You’re so speechless from seeing the endless painting that you can’t even push out the request you always ask when Seokjin shows you a new artwork. Luckily, he knows you so well that you don’t even need to ask the story of this pairing. “It was created by a mathematician and painter named Andrea Pozzo. He created it…”

As Seokjin tells you the ideas put into every brush stroke of this place, you don’t even realize that you have grabbed onto his hand first out of instinct while you two start to walk through the church. Seokjin stalls for only a moment, but then he clears his throat and continues his story of the painting above you both as you continue to walk. 

This is nice. The familiarity of listening to his smooth voice explain to you what each part meant, and why the painter choose to do things the way he did. Even holding his hand as you two walk was familiar. A familiar thing you didn’t realize until you got to the end of the church, ending his story, and pulling your hands a part from each other, that... you missed it so much.

Your once small and concentrative smile drops to a frown before you can stop it. Making Soekjin’s eyes widen in a small panic. “What’s wrong?”

You shake your head, placing the smile back on your face like it never left. “It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

But he doesn’t not worry about it. As always, Seokjin needs to know all and break any worry’s in your head because that’s just the type of person he is. Someone that always wants you to be happy.

“Stop that, y/n.” He inches closer, cupping your face in his hands and making you face him. And you let him. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

You blink away unassured tears, not wanting to feel emotional but even that resolve feels like it’s slowly breaking. “I’m going to miss this after-…”

Seokjin doesn’t need an explanation. He understands you mean after these two weeks are up that you’re still planning to leave. That you’re thinking you’ll somehow be strong enough to leave. He can tell you don’t want to. The way you have been reacting and behaving around him is proof enough, but you still try to make it look like you’re wanting to leave...and Seokjin just won’t take that.

Keeping your face in his hands he shakes his own head, and gets closer to your face with his own. Your nose mer inches away from touching. Your bodies only millimeters from touching. “That’s not true. You still have a choice. This doesn’t have to be the last trip I bring you on.”

Rolling your eyes, you take your face out of his hands and wipe the stray tear from your eyes with the back on your hand. Seokjin following your hands movements and his shoulders slump when he realizes what that means...

“Doesn’t it? Seokjin, do you know how affected I was from that night?”

He closes his eyes at the mention of the night neither of you have talked about yet. It was bound to happen—discussing the night he lost you. Lost the bond you two once shared because someone thought you weren’t right for him. When in reality just the thought of that night still makes him think the other way around.

“I can only imagine ,” He says in just above a whisper. You only hearing him because besides the crickets somewhere in the church there’s no sound around you two. Just the sound of your heart beating in your ears. “But it was to-“

“I’m!” You say louder than you meant to, but interrupting his excuses nonetheless. “I’m not a done, Jin.”

His bones chill when you suddenly revert back to saying his nickname, but he tries to stay standing and not thinking this conversation is about to destroy everything he’s been building this past week. “I know your not-“

“Really? Because sometimes I think you forget that humans are not used to knowing someone died over them. That humans aren’t born thinking there are beings like demons in the world. That human-fucking-beings aren’t supposed to be trapped with a soul or mate bond!”

Your overheated now. Your angry that’s been kept in check up until now overflowing inside this beautiful church because you can’t just stand there and let Seokjin say some pretty words to make you forget. Not this time.

“Y/n… I know.”

You roll your eyes and scoff rudely. No he fucking doesn’t. How could he? He’s not human, and before you entered his life he never had a care in the world especially for humans. You say this much including, “…How do you even know you love me?”

Seokjin’s eyes widen, not expecting you to ask such a ridiculous question. “Do you not think I do?”

Gone is Seokjin’s calm demeanor, but yours has been gone since this conversation was even brought up. “I mean, come on… If it wasn’t for the soulmate bond, you probably wouldn’t have even looked at me twice that day.”

You’re referring to the first day you met. The day Seokjin’s once dead heart picked back up again, and your life changed forever whether you knew about it or not. He pinches the bridge of nose, unable to fathom how you could even think this after everything that’s happened. Everything that’s transpired since the beginning of your relationship being proof enough of his answer.

“Y/n… I need you to listen to me.” You open your mouth, ready to spew out more toxic words, but he doesn’t let you. “No, for once in your life stop assuming shit and hear me out.”

It’s your turn to widen your eyes in surprise by the other person in the rooms words. It’s not like Seokjin to lose his temper, at least with you. It stunning you to silence. After a moment when he realizes you’re actually going to let him speak, he finally confesses the truth.

“It’s wasn’t a soulmate bond that brought us together.”

There’s it is. Out in the open and making your ears ring. You breathe out a, “What?” Because never in your life have you been so shocked by an confession before.

“It wasn’t a soulmate bond. I figured that out later when we actually met. Demons don’t find their soulmates by simply looking at them it’s… it’s when they first kiss that we know.”

You blink, unable to fathom this new information and you know your heart is feeling the same exact way by the way it’s beating inside your chest right now. “But… we didn’t kiss until you… until we told each other…”

Seokjin nods his head, confirming what your thinking. You two didn’t kiss for the first time until he confessed to you that he loves you. That was a whole year after you met. Which means that Seokjin was only with you because-

“You intrigued me. At first, that’s all you were. Something to pass the time, and for some strange reason I couldn’t pull away from you. It isn’t common that demons, especially from a human, can find themselves entertained, but with you… it was almost gravitational. Like everything within me wanted to hold onto you and never let go…”

Your frozen. Unable to speak or look away from the man in front of you as he continues to confess everything you have gotten wrong over these years.

“It wasn’t until I kissed you that I confirmed what I felt I somehow already knew. I knew you were the person I was meant to be with, and the love I had for you was real. Forget the mystical or magical bullshit, I fell in love with you on my own terms… and nothing—and I mean nothing—could ever change that.”

Pretty words. Pretty words. Prettywordsprettywordsprettywords…

That all this is. You have to remind yourself over and over again that pretty words don’t change the past, but now more than ever it’s hard to convince yourself this. With the smallest of voices, a tone of voice you didn’t even know you had, you say, “That doesn’t change what happened with J-jungkook.”

Although coming back to the original subject makes Soekjin a bit annoyed after his confession, he hears the stutter in your voice. That it’s affected you somehow, and you’re finally letting the truth of everything sink in. That a soulmate bond isn’t the only thing keeping Soekjin close to you.

“I only did that because he was going to kill you. I’m sorry if you can’t fathom a person being dead and you being the cause. Trust me, if I could take that burden from you I would, but I’ll never regret killing him because if I wasn’t there that day…” Swallowing around the lump in his throat, he has to blink away his own fallen tears just from thinking about the what if from that day. “You w-wouldn’t be here… You would be somewhere in the ground, and everyone that’s ever cared about you would be alone... I would be alone. Forever. And I just... I couldn't take that. I couldn’t take losing you even now.”

You haven’t forgotten how deep a soulmate bond runs. How much it stretches to even after one of the pairs die. Just hearing it spoken out loud makes it ten times worse for you. Knowing that one day you will be gone unless circumstances change, and Seokjin would forever be longing for you.

And that thought breaks you.

Falling to your knees in a heap of sorrows, you lay on the marble floors crying into your hands. To think after all this time even the prospect of leaving him alone still hurts you this much. Like it was as upsetting as the first time he explained it to you.

You keep crying even as he holds you. Even as his arms wrap around you, and he reminds you that you’re still alive and with him, you cry like that future is the present. A present you want-……… you once wanted to happen.

You can’t do this anymore.

“I’m sorry,” You cry into his chest. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry…” No matter how many times you say it, it doesn’t wipe away the pain of just thinking about leaving this man alone. This man you’ve been captivated with since day one, and still have unfaltering feelings for.

Seokjin coos you in his arms. Rocking you like a baby, and running his hands through your hair like a lover. Nothing pains Seokjin more than seeing you cry, but right now he knows you need to let it out. That everything he’s just said to you has struck something, and this sorrow needed to happen. No matter how much it pains him to watch.

Grabbing onto his shirt with clenched fists, you move your face upward. Seokjin doesn’t understand what you’re doing until he feels your lips peck at his neck. Kissing at every piece of exposed skin on him while you continue to cry. He clenches his teeth as his own emotions run rapid. Your tears and kisses making positive and negative emotions battle inside of him. It’s only when you get to kissing his cheek that Seokjin lets out a puff of air, letting the positive emotions win.

“I’m sorry,” You whisper one more time against the corner of his mouth.

Pulling you closer to him, making you sit on his lap, he whispers into your ear, “Stop apologizing, y/n. There’s nothing you could have-“

“I love you.”

Seokjin whips his head to the side to face you so fast he almost hits you with his nose. He hasn’t heard you even whisper those words to him in so long, that he swears his mind must be playing tricks on him. But your not letting him think this for long…

“I love you, and I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for being such a fucking idiot, and being ignorant to trust you, but I love you and that has never changed, so can you please just hold me and make me stop thinking about- Mm!”

Other than Seokjin’s sweet words, his lips have always had their way of shutting you up. He never thought he would hear you say those words again, so hearing them three times made him weak in the knees. Weak to hold back from kissing you, and he does just that with the pull of the back of your neck. Smashing your lips together until he feels your body relax, so he can kiss you the way you deserve.

He drinks up his entire fill of you this time. Moving his lips in every direction to get every inch of your lips on his. Wanting to consume you with his lips alone. It isn’t until you’re close to dying of the lack of oxygen that he detaches his lips from you, going straight to kissing every part of your face while you heave in gasps of air.

“Say it again,” Seokjin asks as he kisses your temples. Moving to kiss your cheeks for the third time since he began his assault of kissing you senseless.

“I-I love you.”

“Again.”

You swallow, pulling back from him and seeing the desperation in his eyes.

“I love you, Seokjin… I’ve always loved you.”

Than he’s kissing you again. Harder, more consuming. Like he’s been wanting to steal your breathe away, but right now you’re the one making him desperate for a need.

Seokjin picks you by your thighs, getting up from the ground, and you have no choice but to wrap your arms and legs around him. You think he’s going to walk you somewhere, to splay you on a flat surface and ruin you on it, but without opening your eyes or detaching your lips you understand where you’re actually going next. The smell of sulfur consuming your nose, and the soft sheets he places on you having you gasping into his mouth.

Your in his room… the room you once shared.

You haven’t been this room once since you’ve arrived. Every night since you allowed Seokjin to be back in your arms he’s visited you in your own room. A room he doesn’t seeing fitting for you tonight or any night for that matter. Your his queen that he loves, and a queen should sleep next to his king in a bed you deserve.

Reds upon reds litter the room around you. Some blacks too contrasts, but overall this room has always been red. Even as your eyes open, only looking up at Seokjin, you can see in the corner or your eyes all the red inside this room.

To non-popular belief, this room isn’t red because the colors coined itself as “evil” or even “sexy.” In fact, Yoongi once slipped that it was once all black and dusty pinks. That was until Seokjin found out red was your favorite color, and now you lay on red sheets.

Curling you fists into his shirt of his back, you swallow the boat load of nerves that have just awaken inside of you. Giving your confession of love set out your future, and you have a feeling Seokjin wants the same thing from you tonight. The tease that has always been over both of your heads, and all it took was two measly weeks for you to crumble and want that life again.

Your nervous, yes, but who wouldn’t be? You can’t even remember the last person you had intercourse with. It’s been far to long, but you also have a feeling it’s been just as long, if not longer, for the equally nervous man above you.

Seokjin may know all your ticks and habits, but you also have learned what his are. Them not changing even after two years have past. They’re always subtle since he’s learned to stay strong all the time and hide such things, but the slight tinge of red on his ears and the way he pulls his bottom lip through his teeth you know he’s nervous. Nervous about completing what has always meant to be complete.

Rubbing your finger across his furrowed eyebrow, you smile up at him. You go to tell him it’s alright. That there’s no need to be nervous, but in all honesty you’re just as nervous. But he beats you to any punch line by saying, “We don’t have to.” You blink at him. “You’ve only just allowed yourself to love me again. We don’t have to-… there’s no need-…”

You hush him and pull his head into your chest when you realize he’s about to break down. Either out of nerves or even desperation, you’re not completely sure. But inside Seokjin right now is a turmoil of emotions battling each other. Emotions saying claim and mine and matematemate. He’s tried so hard to push these feelings away, and he knows if you two actually complete the rite it won’t be as easy. It will be a part of Seokjin he can’t turn off.

Luckily for him, you don’t want him too.

“I want this, Seokjin.” He pulls his face out of your chest to look at you. “I want you.” He stops breathing. “Please just make me yours already.”

Then the switch is flicked on. His eyes turn black, and you hold your breathe. Not because your scared, but because you’ve said the words that have turned all tables. You may be someone who doesn’t like to be owned, but right now, in the state you’re in, you want Seokjin to claim you in every way he can.

Suddenly you’re being lifted in the air again, grabbing onto him for dear life, but then your being dropped onto the center of the bed. Tones of red pillows surrounding your head on the California kind sized bed. Seokjin takes your arms off of his neck, and then pins them next to your head at the same time he smashes your lips together into a teeth clattering kiss. His tongue plunging into your mouth and probing at every spot in your mouth.

All you can do is let him. Let him consume you, and taste you as he likes. But you want this. You want him to do everything he’s been holding back because you know after tonight he will still be the same Seokjin you’ve been in love with for years.

Your Seokjin is gentle. He rips your dress in two down the middle. Your Seokjin could never hurt you. He latches onto your nipple and sucks so hard you cry out. Your Seokjin loves you with everything he has…

And the beast above you feels the same exact way.

Your hands are pulling at his hair as his mouth practically makes out with your tits. Both your breasts either having his mouth or hands on them. Squeezing, pulling, licking, and sucking at them. You want to rub your thighs together so badly, gaining some friction because the way he’s playing with your body right now is getting you overheated. Your panties already soaked through, they’re so wet, but Seokjin’s body between you legs is keeping you from moving—it pressed against you in such a way that it’s making you unable to move.

By the time he detaches from you—both his hands and mouth—your out of breath. Your screams of euphoria that he caused by turning your brain into mush making your throat sore. You’ve never felt this way before. Not by just simple nipple play. It was like each time his lips touched you your own soul was being sucked right out of you, and making you incredibly horny.

As your eyes finally clear from the erotic fog, you see Seokjin’s dark eyes cascade down your body. His chin slightly touching your skin as he moves downwards until his chin hits your panties. With a singular tooth peaking out, you see Seokjin’a sharp teeth. Gasping at the sharp fang that you’ve only seen once before.

You shiver when he uses those teeth to drag your panties off your body. The musk of your dripping pussy clouding the air when he frees you completely of any clothing. You now being the only one naked, and shaking underneath the demon king’s lust filled, dark stare.

“S-Seokjin,” You’re somehow able to stutter out. His eyes flicker back to their normal brown for but a second, reminding you that he’s still there, and you let out a heavy breathe.

You weren’t nervous about him destroying you like all the demon tails go about taking virgins and stuff, but that little flicker of his loving light still spoke to your very soul. A soul you will soon share with the man above you for eternity.

With the gentlest, but earthshaking of touches, Seokjin drags a finger through your wet folds. Making you grip on the bed sheets because somehow one fucking finger is making you want to cum. “God- Fuck- what the fuck?!”

Taking his finger away from you, he chuckles at your reaction. “Oversensitivity, are we?”

You try to look at him scoldingly, but it fails miserably when his tongue follows the line his finger once drew on your slit. Moaning into the quiet room, you feel like your body is on fire as his tongue laps at your folds over and over again. His rough tongue feeling so good, you can’t help but clamp your thighs around his head. But Seokjin isn’t allowing that today—using his inhuman like strength to spread your legs wide open again for him to have better access. 

“S-shit, Seokjin! Your…k-killing me.” And you guess he didn’t think that was true because he then plunges his tongue inside of you. Lapping at your walls, and stretching you with his long tongue. Moaning out practical screams, you grab onto his hair to steady yourself, but there’s no way to stop what’s coursing through you.

Everything just feels so different. So good. He’s different and your bodies reacting different. Although Seokjin has always been good at all things sex, you’ve never shook with pleasure so bad that he has to hold you down. Looking down at him with eyes full of tears, at the same time he rubs at your clit, even with his black eyes you’re transfixed into a moaning mess because of him.

“Seo-… fuck, I’m gonna cum!”

Back arching, ass in the air, you cum so hard on his face as he pulls your pussy flush against him to drive his tongue deep inside of you. He laps up all of your love juices, and hearing the lewd sounds coming from him makes you blush so hard you even cover your face with your hands.

“Oh my god, stoppp~” You whine and gently push Seokjin away with your foot. He chuckles, licking his lips.

“Sorry, love. Your just my favorites flavor.” Love? That’s a new one. But before you could think of the new pet name Seokjin strips himself of his shirt to reveal your favorite own flavor. All the times you’ve licked his abs and chest flooding your mind. “No time for that.”

With his words you look back up at him, and watch him crawl over to you. You keep your eyes trained on his dark abysses until his lips capture your own, moaning when you taste your own essence on his tongue. Your whole body running sensitive and even just the press of his hand against your hip makes you shiver. The anticipation of what’s to come really getting to you.

By the time Seokjin is just as ready as you, taking off his pants faster than you think someone trying to act calm should be, you don’t want two black eyes looking at you anymore. It’s something you know he can’t help, but you try anyway—grabbing onto his hand before he can align himself and change your world forever.

Placing a hand on his cheek, Seokjin looks down at you and feels your thumb gently caress the surface of his skin. “Can I see your eyes.”

He raises a curious eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

You nibble on your bottom lip, unsure how to ask anything properly in this moment but trying your best to make him understand what you want. “T-this is the first time will… you know? I want your brown eyes looking at me.”

Seokjin swallows, putting his hand that was once making fast progress to press onto your hip. It’s than you feel his length against your thigh, him moving your body downwards a little bit and smirking when you gasp. You’ve seen this part of him before. It’s a part you’ll never be able to fit in your mouth, but just the thought of him putting his cock inside of you has goosebumps forming up your arms.

“Are you that nervous?” He asks, ignoring your question from before.

You nod your head. “And no demon eyes can hide that you’re feeling the same.”

Seokjin growls as an answer. Skimming his nose against your cheek, and displaying his sharp teeth a little. The sharpness of them makes you quiver, unknowing if you like them or dislike them, but seeming like the latter. You exhale a giant breathe as you watch them descend back into his gums.

He kisses your temple for a long time, holding your head in his hands and cradling it close to him. You don’t understand why he does this, but you enjoy the tenderness of it until he stops and looks down at you again. His once dark eyes slowly forming back into their human state of brown.

Parting your lips, you see the man you’ve fell in love with again. Not that he left or the more demon version of him isn’t him. It’s just that you’ve feel in love with the eyes in front of you, and you rather see those if you two are going to-… when you both-…

“I am,” Seokjin whispers to you. It takes you all of three seconds to understand what he’s admitting to. That he’s just as nervous as you’re, and the usual confidence he carries on his shoulders doesn’t stop the shaking in his hands as he pushes your hair out of your face.

Lifting your head off the pillows, you capture his lips in yours again. A simple peak, but one you felt you both wanted and needed right now. Whispering against his lips, you say, “Me too, but… it was always meant to be. Wasn’t it?”

The smile that graces Seokjin’s face is so blinding, and you know you’ll gladly receive this type of reaction everyday. Just knowing someone is wanting your acceptance so badly brings butterflies to your stomach. “I always hoped so. I love you so much, la mia rosa.”

Your smiling in turn now. How can you not smile when he looks at you with such admiration while saying that?

“And I love- Mm!”

You don’t get to finish your confession because than Seokjin smashes his lips back onto yours again. Erasing the moment from before where you both were nervous, and instead remembering who the other person is. The person you’ve both been head over heels in love with for so long.

You don’t stop kissing until you feel Seokjin’s hand remove from your hip, going in between your bodies. You gasp into his mouth when you feel the head of him align with you again. Imagines of all the times you’ve stopped right here flooding both of your heads, but knowing there’s no way either of you will stop it now. There’s no way because neither of want to stop it. Neither of you can deny your love for the other, and both of you want this.

Slowly entering you, you feel the stretch you’ve been craving for so damn long. Grabbing onto his shoulders for dear life, and feeling a tear fall from your eyes as he bottoms out.

“You okay?” Soekjin asks after he kisses one of your tears away. It doesn’t hurt, surprisingly, but you can’t help and cry in this moment. Your not a virgin, so it’s not pain like that, but finally being filled by the person you love, crying because it all just feels so right. Your heart already filling to the brim with love, and now your eyes are leaking with that love.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine.” Seokjin is breathing heavily, holding in his own love that’s making him want to move within you already, but he looks down at you concerned. Your tears and wobbling smile not confirming your own truth. “Seriously, Seokjin.” You cup his cheek with your hand, peaking him on the lips. “Please move.”

One breathe. Two breathe. And then the only thing Seokjin can breathe in is you when he captures your lips with his again, starting to slowly moe within you. Each time he removes himself you can feel ever vain and inch of his length—it making your bones even feel every pleasurable movement. When he enter you, just as slowly, it’s like he’s not only pushing in something that feels so good, but also something so everlastingly. You know it’s been awhile since you’ve had sex, but you know this is different. Even the foreplay felt different.

A difference of love compared to anything you’ve ever felt before.

Moaning into his mouth, you detach your lips as he starts to speed up his thrusts. Both of you burying your faces into each other’s necks and shoulders, and you wrap your arms around Seokjiks neck even tighter. Also wrapping your legs around his back and becoming pressed against him. “S-seokjik, this feels… why is it-…”

You can’t even formulate complete sentences, you’re feelings so good. Even at this slow pace his cock is making your mouth and brain unconnected. You just feel so god damn good!

“Mmm… why-… so good,” Is all you’re somehow able to say that actually makes some sense.

It’s then, without removing his face from your neck, he cages his arms beside your head and pushes his body off of you. A new angle starting, and with that a much harder and faster pace. Seokjin hasn’t made a single sound, but now your crying out your moans as he thrusts inside of you. His long length filling you up with every inch in a fast pace, and making you see stars through your eyelids as you hold onto him tightly. Having to now hold onto his back because your arms have become jelly as your euphoria takes over your entire body.

“Fu-ck,” You hear him say with a deep voice in parts when he feels your nails scratch at his back. Just the singular word is making your stomach tighten, and you swear where he spoke against your neck is now heating up. His lips kissing at the surface, making your eyes leak again with tears.

Your so close that it’s almost painful. Like he’s some how not allowing you to finish or maybe he’s purposely not thrusting into you at the right place you want. Seokjin knows your body like the back of his hand, so fucking you in the right spots is easy for him. Besides his delicious cock making you feel good automatically, something isn’t letting you let loose.

It gets to the point where you beg, “Seokjin, I want to cum! I want to c-cum, but I-… why can’t-… mmm.”

It’s then you hear it. The demon like chuckle covered up by brown eyes as Seokjin finally picks his face up from your neck, staring down at you. “Not yet, mi la rosa.”

You are then being flipped over—ass in the air and arms and face flat against the mattress. As soon as he’s removed from you he’s plunging himself right back in. Your moans turn into pleasure filled screams as he fucks into from this much deeper angle. New parts of you being reached.

“Seo-so-…” You can’t even say his name correctly, it feels like too much. New heights being reached, and even new parts of you are feeling it. It’s only when you feel his nails dig into your neck, his hand holding your head down, that you understand why this has all felt so different. Why you’ve even reacted so different. Because this is what he’s been holding himself back from for so long…

You wonder if this was like this for Jimin, but the second someone else fills your head Seokjin gets replaced when he thrusts into you deeper and harder then before. His hips are slapping against your ass with earnest, and your fists grip the sheet when you feel his hand not around the back of your neck slap your ass. A sting being left behind in its wake, and making you bite your own tongue when the hard thrusts and smacks introduces you to some type of pleasure pain.

“Mine,” You hear in a hiss from above you. The singular word making your pussy tighten, and your stomach twist.

“You’re-“ thrust “all-“ thrust “fucking mine.”

One thing you aren’t. One thing that both of you know you hate more than anything, is the feeling of being owned. But right now, as he chants how your his, holds you in a tight grip with his hand and nails, makes you feel owned… and you want to be.

You want to be Seokjin’s in ever way. With your body, your soul, your love, fuck even your goddamn life!

That’s why your screaming, “Yes! Fuck, Yes! All yours!”

Growling, Seokjin thrusts into you at a speed that seems impossible. Your words hitting him deep in his own soul that he once thought would never flutter again. In his heart that didn’t beat until he met you. His love for you flickers him back to his normal state for just a moment, but in that moment he moves you. Stopping his body quacking thrusts, and moving you so you’re sitting on top of him.

You are breathing heavily, pussy pulsing around him, and leaning all your weight against him. You’re completely winded now, and even your eyes are too lazy to open. Even now, as he pauses his thrusts to position you on top of him, you still feel at the brink of your orgasm. It’s so close, and Seokjin knows it.

Kissing your temple, he asks you in the sweetest of voices you’ve come to love, “Are you ready, Y/n?”

He uses your name because even though he’s trying to be sweet, trying to show you he’s having a moment of clarity, it’s a serious question. Are you ready to be his for eternity… but also, are you ready to have his heart for eternity? Are you ready to accept this new life, and become the demon king’s queen?

Straightening your back, energy pulsing through you, you look into Seokjin’s eyes as you answer. “…Yes.”

Gripping onto your hips, Seokjin begins slow and deeps thrusts up into you. With lidded eyes, you lean your forehead against his as he bounces you up and down on him. You know he’s trying—trying to stay in control of his emotions—but with each thrust up into you his control disintegrates like before. Unable to control your own emotions, you don’t care anymore. You’ve let control overpower you before, and it felt so good it was like Seokjin was fucking into your soul.

So, although you know you probably shouldn’t, you kiss him. Pressing your moist lips against his plump ones and swallowing a moan from him that starts off high pitched but ends with a grunt. Feeling your body overheat again, and his hands gripping onto your hips being the only warning when his once shallow deep thrusts turn into skin against skin deep—plunging his entire length inside you until it reaches the hilt of you.

You cry out a moan, and tilt your head backwards as he repeatedly thrusts up into you this way. Exposing your neck, he buries his face into it. You hear his sniffs at first, but then all you hear is white noise as you begin to fall weak. The brink of your orgasm getting tougher and tougher to keep holding—being out of your control.

“Please!” You scream, and you don’t need to explain what you’re begging for. Growling against your neck, Seokjin places his teeth against your neck. Not biting it, but just holding his teeth there. A predators way of claiming it’s pray, and you feel that same heat and vibrations where he holds you.

With one last deep, pulsating thrust Seokjin lets you. Finally unlocking that hold and your pussy clenches around him so tightly while you cum that he’s grunting against your neck. You can’t hear it, though. Your own orgasm making all your senses get overwhelmed with static, and your own moans not even reaching your ears. The only thing you’re able to feel is the carving into of your neck, and the feel of being filled by Seokjin’s cum. His cock filling you to the brim, and getting larger inside of you to the point it’s stretching you further.

You both collapse back onto the bed by the time you both finish. Your orgasm making your entire body shake, and even Seokjin is twitching on top of you when his own orgasm ceases. His emotions getting back into control, and the last thing you hear before you completely black out is the words that have always shacked you to your very soul… a soul you’ll now always share.

“I love you always… my mate.”

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One Year Later

Looking into the mirror, you touch the mark your mate left on you a year ago today. The S carved into your skin looking like a skin colored tattoo with small roses surrounding it. Your fingers skimming over the S on repeat.

The night he carved it into you with his teeth, nails, and even magic crossing over your eyes. You look back on that day and smile, feeling warmth and love consume you.

As always, whenever that day crosses your mind, Seokjik appears behind you. You seeing him in the mirror. He wraps his arms around you from behind, and places his chin on your shoulder. Looking at your through the mirror.

“Happy?” He asks with one word, making you chuckle. He already knows the answer, but you’ve both decided to still ask each other how you feel even if you share emotions now. It lets you both confess your love to each other, and even relay how happy you both make each other.

“Yes. I am now that I’m with you,” You say with a smile small gracing your lips. Holding onto his arms that are around you.

With the roll of his eyes, Seokjin announces the obvious, “You know I’m always here.”

Unlike how you thought that truth of the matter would affect you over a year ago, knowing Seokjin is always near makes your smile widen. Your heart picking up a beat, and feeling his own emotions of admiration zip through you. Over a year ago, you would of thought of this as a curse, but when you finally let your love for him overpower everything else it became what it truly was. The real reason a demon will feel pain when being away from their mate because their love is just that strong, and this fact is reminded to you everyday by him.

Twisting in Seokjin’s arms, you wrap your arms around his middle and burrow your face in his chest. Hearing his chuckle from above you, and than a kiss at the top of your head. “Feeling some type of way now, are we?”

“I guess so.” You kiss his chest, then, because you felt that action was a little weird, you look up at him and kiss his plump lips. Pushing up on your tippy toes just to capture his lips with yours. After holding your lips together for a moment, you release them before it pushes on. The blink of arousal courses through you, and that makes you pull away.

Not because you don’t love sex with him, but your back still hurts from this morning when he fucked you into the mattress so hard he now has to get a new bed frame. The once deep red bed frame being replaced with a black one now. Luckily, you’ve convinced Seokjin that just because your favorite color is red that you don’t need every piece of your shared bed room to be in the color. It now littered with not only reds, but the furniture and even the drapes are either black or silver in color.

Rubbing your hands up his chest, you suddenly say, “I love you.”

This confession has been heard by Seokjin over a thousand times by now from you, but even now you surprise him with those words. Like it still doesn’t feel real. Like at any moment he’ll wake up from this deep dream and still be pining for your affections, and hoping for the return of your love for him. A love that now he knows for sure never went away.

“I love you too, mi la rosa. So fricken much.”

Unable to hold himself back, he pushes you against the mirror. Holding the back of your head so you don’t get hurt, but smashing his lips against your mouth so hard it shakes your brain in your head anyway. You don’t even know why you tried to push it away before. Once Seokjin even gets a lick of wanting you, it rises fast and you become consumed by it. You already feeling your panties soaking, and Seokjin moans into your mouth when his hyper senses smells your essence dripping down your leg.

Right when he’s about to pick you up, fucking you against the mirror like he’s down several times this past year, there’s a knock at the door. You both detach your lips at the sound. As your eyes widen, Seokjin’s eyes darken into his black demon eyes and he even growls at the door. For which you smack him on the shoulder really hard, making him jump and blink his demon eyes away.

“Stop that.” You demand and push him away from you. One thing you love about being the demon king’s mate is that you get to hit said demon king awake from his possessive tendencies. “Who is it?” You then yell towards the door once Seokjin’s annoyed expression turns into a pout.

“It’s me,” Yoongi shouts from behind the door. “It’s almost time. Everyone’s waiting downstairs.”

Your once happy mood turns nervous when you hear those words. A reminder of why you were even in front of this mirror to fix your appearance in the first place. The reminder that you both are about to go downstairs to announce your title. Even though it’s been a year, and Seokjin has already claimed you as his queen, it wasn’t until a full year passed—today—that you’ll be crowned queen of the demons.

A human queen, the first of her kind, and said by the king to stay that way. Although Seokjin said he could make you a demon, him being the only person who could make other demons, you want to push that off for as long as possible. You like being human, and seeing how obsessed Seokjin has been with you since completing the rite of making you mates you want to stay this way for as long as possible.

Seokjin’s better now, but after you both had sex for the first time he became the clingiest and most emotional little brat on the planet. He’s lucky he can’t bruise because the amount of shoulder smacks you gave him at the time would have made a normal human bruise until their skin turned purple.

There was even a point he didn’t want to let go of you. This point you actually didn’t hit him much since you loved the constant loving cuddles. It wasn’t until Yoongi said it was affecting his work as the king, making you look bad in the process, that you decided to stop the clingy cuddles.

So, yeah, your fine with staying human for as long as you can.

“Don’t be nervous, mi la rosa,” Seokjin says to you as he cups your cheek with his hands. Skimming his thumb across your skin for comfort, and you lean into the touch. “They’re going to love you.”

You hold back rolling your eyes for Seokjin’s sake. Even though most demons, especially those really loyal to Seokjin, have accepted you not, not every demon in the universe has. There hasn’t been any bad encounters, luckily, but you know by the snarky looks you’ve gotten from the few that dislike you that there’s still demons that can’t accept a human queen. Nonetheless the demon king having a human mate.

“You and I both know not everyone accepts me, Seokjin.” You didn’t mention the incident with Jungkook from years past, but you feel Seokjin’s anger nonetheless.

“Trust me, my darling… No one will not accept you after today. I promise you.” You know this promise is true because Seokjin still scares every demon that doesn’t know him personally. That also happens to be every demon that isn’t fiercely loyal to him. You’re not worried about not being safe just…

“But that doesn’t mean they won’t like me,” Your pointed frown is mirrored to Seokjin for a second. Both of you feeling your sadness now, and he goes right to holding you close to him by your waist.

Your nose is buried into his chest again, and two arms hold you close. He knows you love when he just holds you, so he hopes this is enough to lower your sadness even by a little bit.

The two of you sit there in silence for a moment. Just embracing each other as you listen to Seokjin’s steady beating heart.

“It doesn’t matter,” Seokjin says eventually. Your eyes widening for a second, looking up at him. Once your eyes meet, he explains, “Because those that accept you will love you, and those are the only ones that matter. You’re the most beautiful and kindest women in the universe, baby. And, if you could make the king of demons fall head over heels in love with you, then you can conquer anyone else’s heart, as well.”

Seokjin’s sweet words bring tears to your eyes. The love of your life always knowing exactly what you want to hear, and need to be reminded of. “Aww, Seokjin. I love you so much.”

Soekjin chuckles, kissing you temple. “Yeah, me too… but no one else can love you love you as much as me. That’s where I draw the line.”

You roll your eyes, pulling yourself away from him when his joking—somewhat—words bring you out of the sweet moment.

“Yeah, yeah… I’m better now, so let’s get this show on the road.” You walk towards the door, stopping once you’re in front of it. It’s than you realize that Seokjin wiped all your worries away easily, and you smile at that knowledge. Turning around to the demon always on your mind, you put your hand out for him. “Ready, my love?”

Seokjin walks over to you, interlocking your fingers with his and holding them in between the two of you. “I’m ready for anything that involves you, mi la rosa.”

With one last mirroring smiling shared with each other, you push the door open. Opening the door to the rest of the world, and becoming what you were always meant to be.

Y/n Kim… the queen of demons, and mate to Seokjin Kim, the demon king.

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