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It’s always

“When will fanfic writers update their stories?”

And never

“Does this fanfic writer have adequate enrichment to engage in writing behaviours?”

Fanfiction writers (Scriptor fictus) are intelligent animals who need plenty of enrichment as well as encouragement! If they’re stuck in poor conditions (e.g. have studies, work, have to actually write to have something written) then they require the proper enrichment to engage in more healthy behaviours, like writing. Remember, due to poor breeding and socialisation, over half of all fanfic writers suffer from low self confidence and executive dysfunction so take care of them!

Give your fanfic writers proper care. Fanfiction writers are a life long commitment.

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Greetings, travelers.

Recently, We have been exceptionally busy with business outside of The Land That Connects Them All. However, We have begun to struggle slightly in these new lands. In this world - as We quickly learned - money is quite important in keeping Our form safe and secure.

In order to continue doing what we love and recount more stories for all of you while also keeping Ourself afloat, this Storyteller has decided to introduce commissioned requests. For the foreseeable future, these will be Our ONLY means of requests available. Otherwise, We will work on whatever sparks inspiration or on any events We participate in within Our networks of Connected Storytellers.

Should you like to commission a work, We have set up a shop here with six available options, listed by word count range and SFW/NSFW. Please remember to read and follow Our rules listed here before requesting. Also, do not hesitate to message before requesting if you are unsure whether your request will be accepted. We don’t bite unless asked to. If you would like to simply leave a small tip, there is also an option to do so on the page. Every little bit is graciously accepted.

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The Empress of Clubs' Coronation ♧

Three crowns hang solemn with the loss of a brother. Fair winds are wished, but its breezes grow cooler; that kingdom, it searches, cries out for another, for each crown craves its keeper and each realm its ruler.

Upon resting the unowned crown on its display, the diadem acts with a mind of its own. Distraught, it requests the winds fling it away; a loyal raven swoops in to drop it somewhere unknown.

As a curious and mystical mind grows nearer, slowly, the realm's weary winds grow warmer. The crown beckons, "Closer," eager to adorn her and mixing their magicks, blooms a floral path to steer her.

Intrigued at once by the metal's inviting glisten, she places it where it belongs upon her head. An abrupt gust of wind howls, the other three monarchs listen, as through the once barren kingdom, colorful flowers spread.

Written collaboratively by @twisted-tales-of-all and myself in honor of @kwanisms joining the Wonderland Net Monarchs.

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Greetings, travelers.

Recently, We have been exceptionally busy with business outside of The Land That Connects Them All. However, We have begun to struggle slightly in these new lands. In this world - as We quickly learned - money is quite important in keeping Our form safe and secure.

In order to continue doing what we love and recount more stories for all of you while also keeping Ourself afloat, this Storyteller has decided to introduce commissioned requests. For the foreseeable future, these will be Our ONLY means of requests available. Otherwise, We will work on whatever sparks inspiration or on any events We participate in within Our networks of Connected Storytellers.

Should you like to commission a work, We have set up a shop here with six available options, listed by word count range and SFW/NSFW. Please remember to read and follow Our rules listed here before requesting. Also, do not hesitate to message before requesting if you are unsure whether your request will be accepted. We don’t bite unless asked to. If you would like to simply leave a small tip, there is also an option to do so on the page. Every little bit is graciously accepted.

Thank you all,

The Storyteller

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When is the Right Time?

Summary: When you coincidentally run into your first love at work one day, all of the feelings return just as suddenly. As all of the memories rush through your mind, you face the fact that time still refuses to be on your side. Will you fight against it and make now the right time, or will you enjoy the reunion and let fate play its games? Pairing: Song Mingi x afab!non-binary!Reader Genre: Angst, Smut, 18+ MDNI, one-shot, event Tropes: Mutual pining, childhood friends, right person wrong time, chance reunion, fated lovers(?), first love, new FWBs, non-idol!AU (poor MIngi even has two jobs) Word Count: 5.1K Contains: reader uses he/they pronouns and masc terms of endearment, female anatomy mentioned, deep emotions and the discussion of them, pet names (baby, daddy, good boy, pretty boy, pet), switch!Mingi and switch!reader, active role switch during play, teasing, praise, light hair-pulling, mention of sexting, multiple orgasms (afab receiving), overstimulation (afab r.), oral (afab r.), use of sex toys, dildo sucking, protected PIV sex [use protection kids! and remember to clean your toys before and after play!] A/N: This is WILDLY self-indulgent as it’s based on irl events, so it's also insanely specific oops. It also cycled through 4 different idols before settling on Mingi so take that as you will. This is also an entry for CoDN's Long Winters Night event! Be sure to check out all the other entries as well!

"Halfway through!"

"Only a couple more hours 'til vacation!"

All of your coworkers count down the time left today, eagerly awaiting the upcoming two-week break. As the bell rings to send the 5th and 6th graders back to class after recess, you look for the teachers, ready to hand the responsibility back to them. Usually, the 6th-grade teachers take their sweet time coming to collect their students, but you don't blame them.

"Oh, they have a sub. He's already out there. Perfect."

From Kelly's comment, your eyes glaze over the sea of pre-teens to see a tall man with a thin frame turn to lead the disruptive kids back to the classroom. You only catch a glimpse of his back before his figure fades behind the wall, but you immediately recognize him. Your hands begin shaking at the thought of seeing him after years of silence.

There's no way. It can't be him.

Quickly, you follow the class inside, asking the kids still outside for their substitute teacher's name. Even though he only gave them the first initial of his last name, it verified for you that it truly is him. You walk in and make a quick comment to one of the students before reaching the front of the desk and waiting for your friend to lift his head. As his eyes meet yours, you send him a soft smile and a whispered hello as you watch the emotions flood his gaze - shock, excitement, restricting his emotional display, and ending on a soft joy. With his sudden burst of energy, he quickly stands up to hug you. Although it's a quick side hug, you can feel his urge to properly hold you in his arms as he restricts himself to remain professional in front of the kids.

"Hey, you! It's been a while! How are you doing?"

Since he has to start class, the entire exchange only lasts a minute or so, but you head to lunch with a cheeky smile and a burst of adrenaline. With your thoughts scrambled, you sit in the break room and bounce your leg to purge some of your energy. Every fleeting thought in your mind involves him, from meeting him in this very school decades ago to growing up together to drifting apart but reuniting here once again. You remember all of the neatly stored memories of your shared childhood, all of the people who supported the two of you being together; you even remember that last walk home, where you both discussed the feelings you had for one another over the years.

But all of that ended when high school wrapped up. As with many others, your friendship faded into the past due to a lack of convenience. Suddenly, the boy you grew up with and were inseparable from for a decade became a complete stranger. You'd be lying if you claimed that it didn't hurt, but you moved on because that felt like the only option.

Seeing him again after years of silence feels so bittersweet, especially considering that timing would still not afford you the opportunity to work on being together in any way. Of course fate would throw him back into your life only a month and a half before you move nearly 2000 miles away.

Working through the second half of your shift, you learn that his class is throwing a holiday party today. Since you find yourself on friendly terms with a majority of students in the class, you jokingly suggest joining them as your shift ends, only for the joke to become a reality when your friend offers you the opportunity. You follow them inside and spend the remaining hour and a half with them, even helping to deal with a particularly rowdy student.

As the bell chimes to dismiss them, you get some alone time with your friend. Immediately, he holds his arms open, asking for a proper hug now that the kids won't ask a million questions about your relationship. As he holds you against his chest, he apologizes for not treating you well enough in the past. The sudden and unexpected apology catches you off-guard, but you manage to stifle the tears threatening to pull at your throat. Somewhere hidden deep inside of you, this embrace and apology combo struck a chord. As you pull out of the hug, you look up at him and find sincerity behind his eyes, as if he believes that his actions ruined the friendship years prior.

"If I needed an apology from you for anything - if I still had any ill will or hadn't moved past our rocky past, I wouldn't have come to say hi in the first place. I would've let sleeping dogs lie. You don't need to apologize for something nobody had fault in."

"You were such a big part of my life. I felt like an apology was necessary for our past."

Truthfully, you were both pretty mean to one another over the years. Whether built from the hormones swirling at that younger age or due to complicated feelings for one another, you bullied each other as much as you lifted each other up. But you haven't blamed him, not for a second since maturing.

"Life happens. I hold no ill will towards you for any reason."

"I'm glad. I'm so happy to see you again."

The knot of bittersweetness tightens in your chest as his earnest smile and excited tone tear through you. You still haven't mentioned leaving, and he's making it quite hard to even want to. A different version of you would risk it all and stay here if that meant building a relationship with the man you've loved your whole life. But that would mean sacrificing your own plans, and you know better to put yourself first now, even if he's the love of your life.

You walk out of the school together, and he leads you to his car without hesitation, offering you a ride home after learning that you walk to and from work. Although the drive is short, it's in the opposite direction of his current home, so you hadn't expected the offer. However, the bigger surprise comes when he opens the passenger door for you. Your past partners didn't even do that, so for someone like him to do so sends a rush of butterflies to your stomach, despite your mantra to not fall for him again repeating in your head.

Is he just that kind now, or do we both still have those feelings?

You quickly blink away your thoughts as he opens the driver's door. After all, you've been out of each other's lives for years, so - realistically - neither of you should harbor those feelings. You refuse to let yourself spiral after only seeing him once. Even on the off chance that those feelings remain after all this time, you cannot pursue them if you're moving away. That'd be unfair to him.

Luckily, conversation flows between you as easily as it used to, so you ease your nerves and calm those thoughts. Although the short ride passes quickly as you reveal your upcoming plans to move and learn about his recent life changes, you end with another hug and good thoughts. He expresses concisely how glad he feels to have you back in his life, and you mirror his joy. After verifying that you have the correct contact information, he only lets you leave the car after agreeing to meet up again soon.

Shortly after settling down at home, you check your phone to find a message from him. You roll your eyes at the five-years-late response to the birthday message you last sent him but reiterate in your reply that you're happy to have him back in your life, even if he's still a dork. Messaging quickly begins to involve some of the available games on the app. It acts as a buffer to ensure that communication continues even when there's nothing to talk about.

Thanks to a particularly worded message in regards to the game banter - and likely also to residual feelings from the past - the conversation takes a sudden shift into sexual topics. The current game quickly falls into the land of the forgotten thanks to the shift, as you both become way more invested in the possibility of finally hooking up. As you learn more about each other's likes and dislikes and fantasies, you both manage to loop some references to the past into your flirts. He's still much more clever with his words than you, but you quite enjoy it. With starting vacation for the school job, you both have more time to attempt anything together, so it works out really well. So well, in fact, that he offers to pick you up for lunch and fun the next day.

After working each other up the night prior, you're both very eager as you get into his car just before noon. Unsure of how quickly he wants to do anything, you hold back and let him make the first move, but you don't have to wait long. Almost immediately after driving out of your driveway, his hand is on your thigh, his fingers gripping you as if he'd be able to rip your pants off then and there. You already know that you'll have bruises by the time you return home, even if he isn't trying to leave any quite yet.

Arriving at the restaurant, you both compliment each other's outfits now that you can see them in full view. He takes your hand and places it in the crook of his arm, and you feel your face flush. As often as you imagined going on dates with him, you never thought you'd even hold hands romantically in actuality, but he jumped straight into walking arm in arm.

Maybe chivalry isn't dead.

As the thought floats in your mind, he opens the door for you before taking hold of your hand again, giving you butterflies. It feels like he wants to show you off as his, and your active imagination is screaming out in joy. As the hostess leads you to a table, Mingi lets you scoot into the booth before sitting next to you. The arrangement feels awkward at first, as you're used to sitting across from whoever you eat with, but, when his hand makes it back onto your leg, you feel the tension lift immediately. Something about him calms you; he really feels like a safe space.

Due to the plans after lunch, neither of you care to eat much, so you split an appetizer and grab a couple of drinks while sharing stories and witty banter. Lunch passes fairly quickly, and you leave hand in hand after he pays. Once again, the child inside you is thrashing around from joy, but you try your best to hide it. That is, until you're back in the car sharing mints with your head momentarily on his shoulder and he tilts your chin up to make eye contact. Even without words, the intent is clear, but he keeps up the gentlemanly attitude by asking for permission.

In a near whisper, words you yearned so long to hear leave his lips, "Can I kiss you?"

You nod slightly as the butterflies keep any words you planned on using stuck in your throat. As his lips touch yours, you immediately give in to the urge to kiss back. Although he doesn't do much during the kiss, you cannot tell whether he's nervous, holding back, just a bad kisser, or something else entirely. There were no sparks like the fantasies, no eager nipping at one another for more, but you still enjoy it. Once again, he just feels safe. As if kissing him was just natural - something you were made to do, or maybe a semblance of a past life memory peeking through the cracks.

As you pull apart, he makes another witty comment, "So, how was it? As good as you imagined for all those years?"

Due to his cockiness and the safe feeling that you can tell him the truth even if painful, you admit without hesitation, "No, not really."

"Oh? Well then, offer up some advice. What could I do better?"

The cockiness melted away to reveal genuine advice seeking, so you think on it for a moment before finding the words, "I... don't really know how exactly to explain it, but you didn't really do anything. I don't wanna say you kiss like a dead fish, but it's the closest thing I can think of right now. You just... You don't move."

"Well, I guess I'll just have to practice."

The whiplash between genuine and flirty comments leaves you at a loss for words. As you send him a judgmental stare, he flashes a cheeky smile back, coupled with a hearty chuckle that warms your heart. You roll your eyes as he starts up the car and places his hand on your thigh as if it's become a new home. As he drives you to his house, he points out a few places he frequents - a bar that hosts weekly trivia nights, one of the schools he enjoys subbing at, and a sandwich shop that he quickly became a regular at. You take most of it in quietly, only to joke that he's a nerd for going to trivia nights. He invites you to join his group some time, and, although you admit that you feel old enough already thanks to some of your habits and hobbies, you accept the invitation and tell him to let you know if he goes before you move.

When the statement leaves your lips, you begin to wonder whether you've brought up the move too much, but he doesn't react either way. You make a mental note to bring it up less but acknowledge that you need to remind yourself sometimes, too, so that you can lessen the pain of leaving your friends (and first love) by mentally preparing well in advance.

He pulls up to a small house, parking along the street, before announcing, "Welcome to paradise!"

Earning a laugh, he accomplishes his goal and gets out of the car. You follow suit and stay only one step behind him as he leads you into his house and to his room. The room is small and only lightly decorated, but you find it strangely homely. As you take a moment to look around, he wastes no time and undresses while you're distracted. As you turn back to him, the only remaining clothing on his body is his underwear. Feeling suddenly overdressed, you quickly strip off your jacket and shirt while teasing him.

"A bit eager, now, aren't we?"

"After last night's conversation, how can I not be?"

"Good point, pretty boy."

Hearing the pet name, he responds with a low growl rather than another comment. As you continue undressing, dropping your pants to the floor, he eyes you in a way you've never seen before. Normally, men look at you like prey to devour, but his gaze is softer. The long-time urge to finally learn your body after all these years shows clearly in his eyes, but he also looks like he wants to savor the experience and make it worth the long wait. His look isn't how a predator looks at prey, but rather how a fasting man looks at his long-awaited first meal to break the fast. Somehow, you feel treasured and nervous and excited all at once, unsure how he plans to approach the situation.

Slowly, he steps towards you. He places his hands on your waist and kisses you again, pulling your body to his. As he pulls out of the kiss, his hands glide up, reaching for the bra you specifically chose for the event.

"Let's get this uncomfortable thing off you." He softly announces his plans as his fingers struggle with the hook slightly.

He removes the hook and lets the bra fall to the floor. Now, with both of you in your underwear, you take a moment to explore each other's bodies. As his hands knead your chest and glide around your torso, you leave soft kisses on his chest, trying to commit his body to memory. You could spend hours like this, but he starts slowly moving you towards the bed.

"Lie down, baby. I want to show you a good time."

You follow the instructions without issue. He pulls off your underwear only to smirk as he realizes you're already wet.

"We haven't even started, but you're wet for me already? What a good boy."

"Yessir." You mumble out your response, happily taken by surprise by the pet name. 

As he rubs two fingers between your folds, you watch the pleasure on his face. From the looks of it, he's holding himself back, but he's loving the experience already.

"Daddy, please. I want more." You beg, hoping to grab the part of him he's holding back.

"Shh. Baby boy, I want to learn you. It takes time. Be a good pet and wait for me to give you more."

Rather than accepting, you groan and pout in response. His eyebrow raises, and you feel a pressure directly on your clit, causing your breath to hitch. You cry out your acceptance of the situation, saying you'll wait for him. Once you comply, he returns to his exploration of your lower body. He kneads your thighs, kisses your stomach, and keeps track of all of your reactions.

"Y/N, can I eat you out? I really want to."

Although you normally become self-conscious and sometimes even dysphoric if someone gives you oral, you give him the green light. Immediately, he buries his face in between your legs. As his tongue works a magic you aren't used to, your moans catch in your throat and your body instinctively rocks against him, wanting more. His fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs as he continues. You get closer and closer to the edge, and your body shows it - your legs shaking, muscles tightening, moans getting louder. He catches the hints and moans against you, proud to make you feel so good with just his mouth.

As you feel the knot dangerously close to snapping, you bring one hand to his head, gripping at his hair, "Just like that. Keep going. Please, please, oh fuck-"

You reach your first orgasm through oral, your thighs trying to smother him between them. When your body relaxes, he lifts his head proudly before claiming that he's not done. He reaches over to his nightstand and pulls out a pink vibrating dildo.

"Can I? I promise I won't go too hard."

Between the fog in your mind and his pretty face as he begs, you nod but add a condition to it, "Only if you'll also use it to show me how good you are at sucking dick, baby."

"Yes, daddy."

Suddenly, the roles have switched, but hearing him call you daddy unlocks something in you that you didn't know existed. In the past, you hated the term - something your friends jokingly called you as the parental friend of the group - but hearing it from him? In that tone? Accepting your conditions so simply? Something made it turn you on even more.

He places the toy in between your legs, going a step further in your request by making it your dick. Making sure your eyes are on him, he begins sucking on the silicone. The sight is so enjoyable that you almost don't want him to use the toy on you. Watching him suck your cock so needily and desperately both turns you on and validates you.

"What a good boy~ mm you look so pretty with your lips around a dick, baby. Like you were born for it."

"Yes, daddy. Thank you, Daddy."

There it is again. Man, it feels good. He has such an effect on you, to be able to take a word you passionately disliked and make it feel empowering to you. While you revel in the fact that he has such power over you even as a sub, he stops the act and slowly pushes the toy inside of you. You whine as it stretches you a bit, but he watches your face the whole time to ensure that you aren't in too much pain. When it's fully inside, he asks if it's okay to turn on the vibrations. You nod and he immediately presses the button to turn on the toy. Your body tightens at the power of the toy, but he keeps it going while rubbing his thumb over your swollen clit.

The intense combination of sensations hits you hard. Within minutes, your sensitive body reaches its peak again. Another orgasm rolls through you, stronger than the first thanks to the vibrations urging you along.

"There you go, Y/N. Let it all out."

His sultry tone in your ears adds to the mind fog as the toy's rumble brings your mind to a numbing emptiness. Hesitant to call this bliss, your body continues to shake and flex due to the overstimulation of the still-moving toy. He makes sure to bring you to a third orgasm before shutting off and removing the toy.

"Please fuck me, Mingi. Please~!" You beg as soon as you feel the emptiness left behind from the toy.

"I will, baby. I will."

He reaches back over to the nightstand, switching the toy out for the familiar crinkle wrapper of a condom. He quickly unwraps it, tossing the wrapper aside, and rolls it over himself, jerking himself off a bit before lining himself up with your opening. Despite going in slow, the stretch still stings as he bottoms out. You're still begging him to fuck you, begging him to take your body finally.

"I'm going to move, baby."

This time, he can't ask for permission but still tells you his intentions. His eagerness reaches its peak as he feels your walls holding him snugly. His strokes are hard but slow at first, in case you need to adjust. However, he quickly loses his cool, his pace becoming less consistent as the feeling of pleasure sweeps over you both.

"Just like that. Please, Mingi, don't stop. Don't stop."

As your final orgasm of the day hits, he groans out at the tightening. He continues for only another minute or so before he finds his high as well, with one final thrust reaching deep inside you. After a quick breath of recovery, he carefully pulls out of you, taking extra care to ensure that everything stays inside of the condom. He properly disposes of it before lying beside you, bringing his blanket over the two of you.

You cuddle and talk about everything that comes to mind, even a couple of deeper topics. However, time passes quickly, and he has work soon, so you can't stay in the position forever. He quickly rinses off in the shower, and you begin pulling your clothes back on.

When he returns to the room, he admits, "I want so badly to call off right now. If I didn't need the money, I would've loved to stay here longer with you."

Despite sharing the same sentiment, you encourage him to go to work. He sighs before kissing your forehead and agreeing that he has to even if he would rather not.

"We can always play again another day." You remind him.

"You're so right, actually. Maybe tomorrow."

You lightly hit his shoulder for the joke, but can't fully tell if he's joking. He drives you home before zooming off to work. You thank him for the good time before he leaves, adding that you'd be more than willing for another round whenever he'd like.

Only a couple of days go by before he asks whether you'd be free to hang out one night. You find the date oddly convenient, knowing that it's the longest night of the year, but you chalk it up to coincidence and tell him that you're free the whole day. Excitedly, he asks you to come stargazing with him, and you quickly accept.

You anxiously wait for the sunlit hours to pass, excited about both seeing the stars without the city's light pollution and spending more time alone with Mingi. Since you won't be doing too much, you dress simply in a T-shirt and some dark leggings. You wonder whether he'll also dress for comfort this time around, as you've only seen him in button-down shirts these days.

"Maybe he just likes wearing button-downs?" You deduce aloud, continuing, "He used to only wear graphic tees; maybe this is his new item to stick to."

As you smile at the memory of all the sarcastic T-shirts of his past, your phone pings. His message flashes on the screen, letting you know that he's leaving now, which means he'll be here to pick you up in about 15 minutes. You double-check that you have everything you might need - water, lip balm, keys, wallet, phone, mints. You know that the obsessive checking results from the slight anxiety you get whenever you wait for him, but you can't help it. After checking three times 'just in case,' you give it up. Standing up, you begin pacing the room and checking the clock in a habitual pattern that isn't any better. You know that there's nothing to worry about, and the anxiety fades as soon as you're with him, but this happens every time without fail.

You hear tires outside and get another message from Mingi saying that he's arrived, so you grab your bag and head out to his car. Just as usual, his presence calms you immediately. You greet him with a kiss on his cheek and a quick compliment about his ever-so-handsome face, and he laughs from a failure to accept it.

"Hello to you, too, pretty boy."

"No, no. You're the pretty boy. I'm just lucky to hang out with you."

He shakes his head at your insistence but doesn't continue the compliment volley. Rather, he begins the drive towards the mountains, asking if you're excited while pointing out how clear the sky is today.

The drive of about an hour passes calmly as you make light conversation over random topics. When you get a good way into the mountains, he pulls off the road and parks the car along the dirt and gravel side bank. With the moon brightly shining down and the stars twinkling clearly, you both take a silent moment to appreciate the scenery. After a while, you can feel his eyes on you, but you refuse to turn and make eye contact. Instead, you let the bittersweet feeling seep in a bit longer.

Breaking the silence before facing him, you muse, "I'll miss this. Hopefully, the mountains will give me views this beautiful when I move."

As you turn, you catch the boy beside you try to hide his smile. Regardless, he holds the eye contact and remains silent, so you continue to fill the emptiness with words from deep within your heart.

"No matter where I go, there's never going to be another you. I think that's what I'll miss most - you. I know I missed you these past years. I'm always going to hold you within my heart dearly. Despite timing acting against us, there will always be a part of me that hopes that we'll eventually end up together, that you aren't just the one that got away."

You catch the subtle change in his body language at the last comment thanks to the continued eye contact. The tension in his muscles pains you; you don't know how to accurately read his reaction. Is he shocked? Does he feel uncomfortable? Should you not have said it? Or, maybe, is he thinking similar thoughts? Is he conflicted over the fact that you're moving?

"Sorry. I think I rambled too much."

"No. Don't be sorry. I'm happy to hear your thoughts. It's just..." He trails off as he searches for the most appropriate word or phrase to articulate his thoughts properly, but he gives up with a shake of the head, continuing simply, "Complicated, I guess. I care for you so deeply, but there's always that fear mixed into the love of it all. I think subconsciously I always knew that you'd date me if I ever asked, but it's hard to think about how the two relationships I've had turned so sour that we aren't even friends anymore. I'm terrified of losing a life-long friend because we tried to become more than that."

The strength to keep up the eye contact dwindles as his words reach your ears. Suddenly, you feel tears streaming down your cheeks, but you refuse to wipe them away. Refuse to draw attention to them. The sentiment isn't shocking to hear - hell, you often share the same fear. But hearing it from him aloud feels so different to thinking it yourself. Adding to the fact that the only current option would be to deal with long distance on top of the layers of maneuvering a new relationship and its dynamics, it finally hits you that these hangouts and dates will turn into nothing but a fun fling.

Although you try your hardest to hide your silent tears, the moon betrays you by reflecting her light in the liquid.

"Hey, hey. Y/N, are you okay? I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry. I just- fuck, I'm sorry."

Now that the secret is out, you wipe away the tears and throw a smile in his direction. You don't trust your voice not to crack and bring upon more tears from the current well in your throat, but you place your hand reassuringly atop his. You hope that your message comes across clearly, but he quickly uses that hand to tug you over the center console into a hug. As your ear rests against his chest, you hear his rushed pounding heartbeat mixed with the occasional chokeback of his own tears. Quietly, you stay together like this as his heart calms and the moon slowly progresses through the dark sky on this seemingly everlasting night.

Taking in what might be the last opportunity to be together like this.

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Thank you, wonderful visitor, for the recommendation. It’s quite a bewildering but satisfying experience seeing that people still enjoy that old tale We recounted years ago. For all other visitors to The Lands, be sure to check out some other stories on the list!

-Storyteller

𝙍𝙞𝙣𝙖’𝙨 𝙁𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙍𝙚𝙘𝙨

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐬 & 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞! ♥ 📌 𝘊𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 : 22.28.01 ⏰ 𝘜𝘱𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 : 24.14.02 🗓️ 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘺 𝘍𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘙𝘦𝘤 : In another life - @authorforrosie - February

𝘈𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘻

Hotel California - @mint-yooxgi : Mature, Horror, Angst, Yandere - ot8 Ateez x reader

Written In The Stars - @mint-yooxgi : Mature, Yandere, Angst - Yeosang x chubby reader

Forbidden Fruit - @nateezfics : Mature - Hoogjoong x reader

Shells - @last-words-ofashootingstar : Mature & Yandere - Hoonjoong x reader

Don't Leave - @tbznewberry : Yandere, Mature - Jongho x reader

𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘬

In Another Life - @authorforrosie : Angst - Rosé x reader

Broken Hearted - @authorforrosie : Angst - Rosé x reader & Jisoo x reader

𝘌𝘯𝘩𝘺𝘱𝘦𝘯

Crazy For Each Other - @rowretro : Yandere, Mature - Niki x reader

Evanescent - @0x1-lxvesxng : Yandere, Mature - ot7 Enhypen x reader

Game Of Lives - @enha-doodles : Yandere, Horror, Mature - ot7 Enhypen x reader

Gardening Club - @snowbabys : Yandere, Mature, Horror - Jungwon x gender neutral reader

19:45 - @heeseung-min : Yandere, Mature - Sunoo x reader

22:06 - @heeseung-min : Yandere, Mature - Niki x reader

12:14 - @heeseung-min : Yandere, Mature - Niki x reader

Fever - @enhais : Yandere, Horror, Mature - Heeseung x reader

Saturday Love - @enhais : Yandere, Fluff, Mature - Jake x gender neutral reader

The Glory - @cheegu3 : Yandere, Mature - ot7 Enhypen x reader

Orange Flower - @jaeneohee : Yandere, Mature, Angst - ot7 Enhypen x reader

Enchanted - @enhadiares : Horror, Mature - ot7 Enhypen x reader

Escape Or Not - @enhadiares : Yandere, Mature - Jake x reader

His Belonging - @enhadiares : Yandere, Mature - Sunoo x reader

𝘐𝘵𝘻𝘺

The Night Nurse - @bluntneedle : Yandere, Mature - Chaeryeong x reader

Red Roses - @writeformesinpie : Yander, Mature - Ryujin x reader

For Your Touch - @yehzip : Yandere, Mature - Chaeryeong x reader

Still Isn’t Over - @ryuttaeng : Mature, Yandere - Yuna x reader

Love Sniper - @ryuttaeng : Mature, Yandere - Yuna x reade

𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢 𝘟

Amour Non-Réciproque - @shinehyuk : Yandere, Mature, Angst - Kihyun x reader

Mental Chains Without Keys - @tbznewberry : Yandere, Mature - Minhyuk x reader

A Little Jealousy - @linos-luna : Yandere, Mature - Wonho x reader

Lose - @stayatiny : Yandere, Mature - Wonho x reader

Netflix & Kill - @yan-purgatory : Yandere, Mature - Changkyun x reader

You Are What I Desire - @yanmx : Yandere, Mature - Shownu x reader

Stolen Cool - @twisted-tales-of-all : Yandere, Mature - Hyungwon x reader

𝘛𝘸𝘪𝘤𝘦

Love Me - @yungchaeng : Yandere, Mature - Mina x reader

Allure - @shinehyuk : Yandere, Mature - Nayeon x reader

𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘒𝘪𝘥𝘴

Protect You - @minho-hoho : Angst, Fluff - Lee Know x royal reader

My Baby - @linos-luna : Mature, Yandere - Bang Chan x reader

My Queen - @linos-luna : Mature, Yandere - Hyunjin x reader

What's Wrong Noona? - @linos-luna : Yandere, Mature - Jeongin x reader

𝘉𝘵𝘴

Corrupted - @blackswan446 : Yandere, Mature - J-hope x reader

𝘌𝘹𝘰 - None yet!

𝘛𝘹𝘛 - None yet!

𝘋𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳 - None yet!

#connected storytellers #blog lore

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who is that in your pfp?

The current face of the Lands is Wonhyuk from E’Last ! Although stories from the E’Last universe have not graced the Lands yet, We keep a close eye on the worlds involved within, as the universe itself is very entertaining.

-Storyteller

#ask the storyteller #storyteller's mailbox #blog lore

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Of February Flowers and Friends

A primrose blooming in the early days of February, A sign of hope blossoming in the harsh winter conditions. Each year, the transformative flower brings love, Blessed via our goddess Freya’s kindness.

“I cannot live without you.” It whispers as its gardener approaches, Tending carefully to its petals and leaves. “To be this safe in your hands, it must be love.”

Across the pathway after two more weeks, A quiet violet shows itself louder than ever before. A child borne of both earth and sky, It holds a harmonic balance within its deep-colored petals.

The dependable flower never forgets to present itself, But remains thoughtful enough to give its neighbor his time. In the cool tones, it hides its silent loyalty to him, Extending only help and peace as they grow together.

With such a relationship comes its complications, But true friendship with devotion never ends. Even when the path parting them widens, The sunlight and soil shared between them remain pleasant.

For this pleasantry to remain, I wish that for us all the same.

-J {20240114}

#poem #poetry #love poem #poems on tumblr #original poem #spilled ink #storyteller's personal story #<- this is my non-kpop tag now lol #decided to finally post poetry here since this is a place for all my writing

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Hi how are u ? Can I have a masterlist please

Hello kind faceless traveler. We are well. Hopefully you are, as well. Feel free to rummage through Our library as much as you’d like. In case you lose your way back, it is conveniently linked in the post pinned at the entrance to the Lands. Please enjoy, and do not hesitate to ask any further questions you may have.

-Storyteller

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A NOTE TO MINORS

Dearest young readers,

Pay attention to what you read. Although I allow minors on my blog to interact with my SFW fics, if I see you interacting with my NSFW works, you will find yourself blocked and your username shared to the networks I'm in, without warning. It feels wrong to know that minors are reading my works despite my labeling them as mature and noting 18+ in my banners. I have blocked multiple people in the past weeks for liking/commenting/reblogging my NSFW content while explicitly stating an age younger than 18 in their bio.

If you are under 18, please feel free and comfortable to follow and interact with my SFW pieces, but please do not read my smut. I am more lenient than other blogs in that I am trusting you to make proper choices. Please do not make me change that and make my entire blog 18+ only.

Thank you, Storyteller Jay

AMENDED: If you are found to be on my page and lying about your age, you will be blocked, regardless if I typically allow minors to follow me. I have multiple networks and numerous friends on here where I get information from. Do not lie. It’s that simple.

#amended this #storyteller updates #blog lore

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(I know I said I’m on hiatus but I had a dream last night and decided to insert an idol into it to make me stop losing my mind over this guy so here’s the most informal drabble blurb I’ve done in ages. Not tagging my nets because this is a spiral and not getting formatted or edited lol)

Fluffy lifelong-friends-turned-lovers Seonghwa x gender-ambiguous reader below

Imagine soft dates with Seonghwa. The cozy cuddles while watching a movie or show together at home. The matching pjs of the highest quality because he only treats himself to the best, and by extension, you to the best. The nuzzles into your chest as he begs you to run your fingers through his hair. The soft kisses on your hand, your cheek, your neck, your lips. Falling asleep together partially through the movie, only to be startled awake when a loud noise plays or when the credits roll louder than the rest of the music.

But then imagine the switch when you go from soft fluffy dates to the fancy dinner dates. You’d both dress up so well and spew compliments at each other back and forth. He wouldn’t be able to take his eyes of you, knowing that you’re his and he’s so lucky. He wouldn’t even realize that you’re feeling the exact same way as you look at him. The sparkles in your eyes both gleam so brightly, and your love radiates off you to the point that other people at the restaurant are pointing out how wonderful you look together.

And it’s at this point that he knows for a fact that he wants you as his partner in his life forever, even though he had these thoughts before. So, after that first fancy date, he picks up some flowers on the way home - a small bouquet for you, and another for his parents. You visit his family for the first time as a couple. Of course, you have met his parents plenty of times before. You’ve known him more than half your life. And they poked fun at the two of you looking good as a couple before, but it’s now finally happened. They’re ecstatic, you’re a blushing mess because they keep bringing up the past. But everything feels so right, and you’re the happiest you’ve ever been.

#kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #ateez #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #seonghwa imagines #seonghwa scenarios #seonghwa x reader #ateez x reader #park seonghwa #seonghwa fluff #ateez seonghwa #ateez fluff

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Acceptance Notice

Welcome to Cromer Net:

@staytinyville @twisted-tales-of-all @catkyunie @wingsofimagery @highvern

Now that you are a member, please follow the following steps:

Reblog this acceptance post.

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Do reach out if you have any questions!

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In lieu of recent events needing Our attention, including the end of the current chapter and start of a new one in the personal story of this bodily form, there will likely be a lack of new stories in the Lands for a short while. Some esteemed friends have suggested that this is something called a hiatus. Although We will still travel the universes and check in every once in a while, We likely will not have the time nor energy to reveal the stories found to others.

We hope you will understand. Thank you all for your continued support. Until next time,

Storyteller

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Oh, a recommendation? This is such a high honor. Thank you immensely.

The Storyteller is trying to act coy, They were so intensely excited seeing this. They must simply keep up the act that They do not have intense emotions.

Stray Kids recs

<<original book

most of the mentioned works is 18+ NSFW, MINORS DNI

pls don´t hesitate to hmu, if any of mentioned links doesn´t work or you have suggestions for more fics... thank you so much for all the love and comments

one shots

zephyr by @hwangsies

Changbin x fem!reader (wc - 10k)strangers to lovers, rebound>fwb>lovers?, university AU- angst, smut, fluff

The Pompous Lawyer by @ch4nb4ng

Changbin x fem!reader (wc - 12.3k) enemies to lovers - angst, fluff, smut Tension was at an all time high between you, the very capable and well established police officer, and the arrogant, smug lawyer who was always in your way. That was, until he actually needed you for a favour, out of the precinct, and on his office.

Purple Hydrangeas by @changbunnies

Changbin x fem!reader (wc - 7.1k) sunshine/grumpy trope, best friends to lovers - angst, fluff, smut

Fireworks by @cas-skz

Changbin x fem!reader (wc - 1.9k) strangers to lovers, New Year AU - fluff, smut Your mom decides to throw a New Years Eve party, and eagerly introduces you to her friends son. You and Changbin pop off into a new year and a new friendship.

No Man´s Land by @jisungsdaydreamer

Changbin x gn!reader (wc - 3.6k) pirate AU, mermaid!reader, open ending - angst(ish) After a disastrous shipwreck out at sea, Changbin should have died. But you saved him.

Till The End by @sunboki

Changbin x fem!reader (wc - 8.7k) friends to lovers, korean mythology, dokkaebi!Changbin part of So Ends The Myth collab by @svngcore - angst, fluff, smut, supernatural It just so happened that your daily scouring through artifacts in Ernie’s Antiques led you to discover an old journal, but not just an old journal — an ancient journal dating back to the Joseon era that narrates the tragic story of a Dokkaebi in love with a Physician. However, the real discovery starts when you meet Seo Changbin along with realizing you’re living the same life written about two hundred ago, in that exact journal.

Exceeding Expectations by @twisted-tales-of-all

Changbin x fem!reader (wc - 2.2k) strangers to lovers, historical AU, love at first sight - fluff A chance meeting at the market leads to a relationship you never imagined.

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Exceeding Expectations

Summary: A chance meeting at the market leads to a relationship you never imagined. Pairing: Seo Changbin x afab!reader Genre: PG-13 (deeper topics that may not be suitable for young readers), mostly fluff, one-shot, event Tropes: royal!AU, duchess!reader, earl!idol, himbo!idol, strangers to lovers, love at first sight, hidden relationship Word Count: 2.2K Contains: anxiety over titles, sneaking out, naive (?) reader doesn't understand signs, very occasional use of pet names (princess), Changbin flirts a lot (literal heart-eyes man), one kiss on the cheek, multiple deep hugs A/N: Happy Holidays, as part of the CoDN Secret Santa event! This came later than planned, but I fell in love with the concept more than expected! I actually might write a part 2 to this one if I have the time because I would love to flesh out the relationship! I hope you enjoy your gift, @staytinyville !! As usual, credit to @cafekitsune for the divider<3

He's never been one to stay in his home. Unlike the rest of the esteemed Seo family, Changbin refuses to let life pass him by. After years of sneaking out, his parents assigned a bodyguard to tail him, but he quickly learned to lose his guard, too. All he wants is to explore how others live their lives, and he can't understand why being an earl should stop him from doing so.

Today, he's out on another exploration. Many young lords have mentioned the seasonal market, so he finally decided to check it out. Between the stalls of fresh fruit and fancy trinkets, something catches his eye - or, rather, someone. Although you try not to stand out, his eyes fall upon you quickly. A beauty beyond his comprehension, examining the apples for bruising, stands a few feet in front of him. You give the stall manager a bright smile, and Changbin feels himself melt. Is it okay to fall for a total stranger? In his eyes, this means he must talk to you at least once. As you purchase a few apples and make your way to an artist's stall, he follows. He picks up a pendant that resembles the colors of his family seal and makes an effort to ask the merchant about it. You listen to the story and laugh when the merchant adds a deal at the end.

"Buy two for the price of one, eh? But this one fits so well." The stranger turns to you to ask, "Did you want one? I'll use the deal to get you one, if you'd like."

Concerned about his intentions, you ask, "Me? Now why would you do something like that for a total stranger?" 

"It'd be a shame to waste such a pleasant offer, and being able to gift something to someone as gorgeous as yourself is always a blessing."

You roll your eyes at his clear flirts, but your heart flutters a bit. As a duchess, people don't dare talk to you so casually or openly, but you snuck out in casual clothing to see what others might experience, so you didn't know what to expect. You look over the trinkets and pick up one resembling your favorite flower.

"If you're offering, I'll take this one. I'd also like to request some more of your time so I can pay you back somehow."

Even the merchant can see your interest in one another as clear as the sky above. He sells the trinkets and watches with a smile as you both walk towards the edge of the market. Anyone you pass sneaks a glance at the two of you, assuming you to be a couple, but neither of you notice the attention you draw. As Changbin celebrates his victory in getting to talk with you, you use the opportunity to learn how forming relationships outside of the formal noble circles works.

"What would you like in return? I don't want to accept a gift without returning the gesture, especially with a stranger."

He holds out his hand as he introduces himself, "My name is Changbin, and we don't have to remain strangers if you think of it as a burden."

"Shall we become friends, then?" You shake his hand as you continue, "Nice to make your acquaintance, Changbin. My name is Y/N."

Even without your royal garb, you radiate royal energy. The way you walk and talk resembles training through the fae. Although Changbin picks up on your airy way of speaking and the soft footsteps that give the illusion that you float around, he refuses to bring it up. He might be greedy for it, but he doesn't want to risk the chance of having a relationship with you. If you rank higher than a lady, you will likely deal with an arrangement for your family status; if you reside within the dozen or so families rivaling the Seo family, you'd instantly have to cut off contact. There are far too many variables, but he can simply ignore them all if rank never comes into the conversation. In his mind, ignorance is bliss.

"The pleasure is mine, Y/N, truly. Now that we are friends, I hope you do not feel the need to repat me. Sales help everyone involved, and friends help one another, so, surely, it's fine."

"I'd still like to repay you. Even if it's simply in terms of keeping company, I'd like to repay the kindness."

As he agrees that company seems like a fair trade for kindness, Changbin leads you to a small, quiet clearing to avoid the bustling crowd. Seeing the patches of flowers and tall grass surrounding a small stone bench, you feel your body lighten. Any nerves or tenseness from earlier fades as you step out into the silent sanctuary. With even the birdsong faint, you wonder how one could find this space in the first place.

"I roam a lot. I found this a few months ago and made a promise with myself to only show it to someone who matches its beauty."

"You're such a philanderer, Changbin. You know all the words to make one's heart flutter. Or maybe, are you a poet?"

He laughs and shakes his head, insisting that he only speaks the truth, "Maybe I'm a romantic at heart; it all comes naturally as I look at you. You must be amuse for plenty of artists."

Avoiding the compliment, you ask him why he roams. The more words leave his lips, the more you find yourself eager to learn more. However, time continues to move, and the dimming sky calls you both to return home. As you say your goodbyes, he asks you to come back here whenever you have some free time. Although there's no telling when his free time will line up with yours, you promise to meet each other again soon.

Despite having responsibilities at home, Changbin manages to sneak away to the clearing every day. You, on the other hand, don't manage the time again until nearly a week later. When you arrive, the field is empty, but Changbin joins you after only a couple of minutes of silence.

"Well, hello there. It's been a few days. Welcome back."

"Hi, Changbin. How have you been these days?"

"Pretty alright. My parents have been pestering me a lot lately, but that's usual, too."

"Oh, really? My dad's been breathing down my neck this week, telling me to focus hard on my duties. He insists I'll be taking over properly soon."

"Taking over? Does your father own a business or something?"

Realizing that you've given some telling information, you try to backpedal by shrugging off his question, "Yeah, something like that."

Although he catches each hint, he doesn't mention it. Instead, he slyly switches the topic without issue, and you accept the new topic with open arms. Once again, you stay there together for quite a while. He seems to prefer learning about you, but he's not secretive about his life either, so you have a hard time figuring out his intentions. Despite this, you ask him to show you some fun places the next time you meet, and he perks up in excitement at being able to show you some of his favorite places.

"Okay, then. When will you be free next, Bin?"

"Bin?" He laughs at the nickname but moves past it quickly, "What kind of places do you want to see? Somewhere quiet? Popular? Unusual?"

"I don't go out much, so how about some more popular places first? I'm free every Thursday around noon, so anywhere that fits into that timeframe sounds good to me."

"I should be able to finish by then - or at worst a bit later. I'll come up with some places to visit. Are you okay with meeting up here on Thursday then?"

"Sure, sounds like a date!" You beam, not putting any consideration towards your words.

His eyes widen as he hears you call the meeting a date. His heartbeat quickens, but he does his best not to show it.

"A date?"

"Ah, we don't have to call it that if it makes you uncomfortable. Sorry if it bugs you."

"No, no! That's okay! I was just a bit baffled. I'd love for it to be a date, actually."

Now, you turn wide-eyed. Suddenly, everything clicks into place - his interest in learning about you, eagerness to answer your questions, and excitement to show you around. Clearly, he's been showing interest in you. As you replay the past few hours as well as the first day, you're disappointed in yourself for not noticing sooner. However, you find that this situation gives you an advantage in your mission to learn the lives of others. He stays civil, and he wants to spend time with you, so this is the perfect opportunity. Plus, you don't dislike him, so it can't be too bad to date a bit, even if you'll likely have to marry a high-ranking nobleman later in life.

As you say goodbye, the hug feels deeper than usual. Maybe you only now notice, or maybe Changbin stopped holding back, but it feels much more intimate and comforting. So much so that you feel an urge to kiss him. Although you can't pinpoint why you had the compulsion, his reaction satisfies you enough to disregard the lack of reason.

As you walk away, promising to see him on Thursday, he stumbles back to the bench and places his hand on his cheek. Still in disbelief, he sits there in silence for a solid ten extra minutes. The kiss occupies your mind just as long. After the intense emotions, you both find yourselves debating whether to reveal your proper title to the other.

"Should I tell them?"

He settles on a choice quicker than you. By midday Wednesday, he's already practicing exactly what he wants to say when he comes clean. On the other hand, you find yourself pacing in your room as night falls that night, debating heavily. As a duchess, it's hard to think about revealing your title. At best, people put up boundaries and treat you differently. At worst, they block you out without so much as a farewell.

Even as you walk over to your meeting area, you doubt that your choice to tell him will end well. Thanks to your anxiety, you arrived earlier than planned. Leaving your home at noon, you originally wanted to take your time on the walk, but the thoughts on your mind made your feet match their pace. As you anxiously wait, you decide to accept whatever outcome happens after telling him your title.

"Whatever happens, today's the day."

"The day for what, princess?"

You jump up and turn in the direction of the voice, causing him to start laughing.

"Changbin! Don't scare me like that!"

As his laughter begins to calm, he apologizes, "Apologizes, Y/N. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you. But what was it you were referencing?"

With a deep breath, you ask him to take a seat, "I have something to confess. I've debated revealing this, but I feel like I'll eventually have to come clean with it. If you feel any way after learning this, simply promise me that you'll admit it to me straight."

"Of course, I will. After you say your piece, I also have something to say as well."

"Okay, so..." You pause for a quick mental review of all of your talking points. "As you already know, my name is Y/N. However, to properly introduce myself, I must add that I am the duchess of the Sage Court. My parents lead the group, and I have been receiving training to take over within the next few years. I was given the duchess title last year after my parents properly announced their plans publicly."

"Duchess of Sage Court... So you ARE a princess!"

"I'm not a princess, Bin. I'm a duchess. Now, tell me your thoughts on the matter before I lose my mind, please."

"What thoughts are there to have? So, you're a duchess. So what? I could tell you were high ranking. You even walk like a noble. You're still Y/N to me, and I'd love to continue our relationship, even if you eventually face an arrangement that keeps us apart. Or, if I face one first. Because I'm also a noble. Not quite Duke level, but my father is Marquis Seo."

Although you didn't expect him to be high-ranking, it didn't surprise you nearly as much as his completely unchanging attitude towards you. For him to admit so frankly that you are still you despite your title, your heart skips a beat.

"It doesn't matter to you that I'm ranked higher than you?"

"Not in the slightest. I am attracted to you as a person, and your title has no basis on that in my eyes. Plus, I could ask my father to send an attempt at marriage to yours, and I believe he would be all for moving the family rank up."

You can't help but smile at his joke, especially after knowing that he's likely talking from his heart. Due to the unexpected turn of events, you pull him in for a tight hug. As you relax in his arms, you find yourself falling for him and his unusual ways.

"Maybe I'll ask my father to consider it."

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