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TAKE ME TO THE MOON.💫

ARCHIVE. WORK IN PROGRESS.

—kino.

prince kino’s pointed ears perked up as the incredibly loud music of hand crafted wood instruments filled the entire hall. fairies, orcs, elves, dwarves, pixies and all kinds of creatures twirled on the dance floor, their synchronized steps sending constant vibration to the marble floor. this wasn’t a plain ball. it was organized by the king of belhaven, a.k.a kino’s father in celebration of his older brother’s marriage. as someone who wasn’t into dancing or socializing, kino moved to a corner of the hall, one perused only by the less higher in status folk, holding a strange berry drink laced with some unknown alcohol. he was content and the drink made his cheeks warm. he might’ve been a prince but that was a lifestyle he almost despised. his outfit was made of quite s fancy tunic, navy of color, with gold embellishments, a pair of black trousers and knee high leather boots. his slightly waved hair was adorned with a golden crown depicting thorns and hibiscus flowers.

—sicheng.

prince sicheng leaps out of the small carriage and lands stealthily on the ground, while his parents float gracefully down next to him. sicheng never really liked using his wings; they were clean cut and perfect on the top, jagged and misshaped on the bottom. when he was young, he trained to “fly like a royal,” but as the lessons ended, he began to use his wings less and less.

he grins as he inhales the fresh air outside of the castle. these days, sicheng has been quite stressed due to being overloaded with fairy-affair burdens that he believed he had no business being apart of, but there’s nothing a great party won’t fix! he eagerly walks through the large doors, abandoning his parents to deal with the carriage and guards themselves. as he arrives to the ballroom, he politely greets his elders and shakes hands with some royal connections, before he heads to the drinks. he drinks about three of them; one was something of an alcoholic mint tea that tasted quite disgusting (it must’ve been made for the dwarves), another was a zesty lavender concoction with a strangely woody kick, and the last drink was his favorite: a sweet berry punch laced with an elven alcohol made of lemons and wheat. once he downs the last of it, his shimmery blue wings shake in delight as his senses begin to dull and the music puts him into a trace. he adjusts his mahogany wood, ivy-plaited, crown securely on top of his head before he makes his way to the crowd. his silver embroidered white tunic, beige trousers, and black ankle boots blended in with the crowd, but his wings shone an alluring periwinkle blue that turned heads of many. his friends found him easily; greeting him with high spirits and overflowing energy as they guided him deeper and deeper into the sea of beings.

—kino.

kino sets down his empty glass, eyes scanning the crowd. a pair of beautiful wings caught his gaze, hypnotizing him into joining the social circle he usually stayed away from. the influence of booze definitely helped. but it also really confused him— once the wings were there, then they weren’t, then they were there once again. “what the—oomph!” he stumbled over one of the dwarves’ bulky legs, hands flailing and just catching on a pair of shoulders. despite being dizzy, he got back to his feet. after focusing on the one that acted like his pillar in that awful situation, kino’s mouth fell agape. the wings were beautiful, he barely abstained from touching them but the one who flaunted them around was absolutely gorgeous. his cheeks went completely red. why was he so affected by a man?! “i...i’m sorry.” kino’s balance was still a bit shaky, but he managed to stand straight. he was too dizzy to understand what was going on anymore...maybe from the alcohol he never even had before, or the intoxicating presence of the winged creature before him. he felt like fainting. it was so crowded, the other creatures pushing their elbows and sides into him, so he did the most rational thing a drunk person could do: he gripped the male’s hands and leaned so close, faces inches away. “take me away from here...please.”

—sicheng.

sicheng blinks in surprise as he instinctively catches someone in his arms. the alcohol is starting to make his head pound, and his vision is getting a bit blurry, but he’s still able to stand on his two feet. when he looks closer, he realizes that it’s the host’s son: kang kino of belhaven. sicheng’s parents talked often about him, how he’s supposedly such a well mannered child, how he’s calm and collected, and how he stays out of his brother’s spotlight when he’s much more capable of inheriting his father’s kingdom.

how sicheng ended up with a drunk kino in his arms puzzled him greatly, but anything can happen under the influence of any elven liquor. he helps kino to his feet, before his eyes suddenly grow wide as kino unexpectedly pulls him in to tell him to take him away. did he not come onto the dance floor to dance? as sicheng’s vision focuses on kino, he notices kino looking rather uncomfortable and unfamiliar with the scene. sicheng wordlessly pulls kino closer to his body, wrapping both of his arms around him tightly, before he uses all of his strength to leap into the air. his wings begin to flap wildly as he lifts kino over the swarm of magical beings, the crowd awing over the sudden light show. his flying is a bit rusty due to him not using his wings much lately, but he’s been drilled so hard as a child, that his wings pretty much run on auto pilot at this point, even when he’s intoxicated. as he nears a side entrance, he attempts to land smoothly, however, his vision fails him and he ends up tumbling into the ground and into a couple of potted plants. the loud music made the crash inaudible, but the effects of it were visible as sicheng feels his top left wing getting bent. he winces as he attempts to get up.

—kino.

was he dreaming? did the winged boy actually fly and pulled him along? was this his actual knight on a white horse? he spat out some mud after landing in the flower pots, waking him up from his drunken slumber. “shit...” he mumbles, barely audible. with grunts and curses far too strong for royalty, kino pulled himself up, eyes immediately growing wide at the unknown boy’s situation. “shit, are you okay?” he asked while actively removing the few pieces of broken ceramic pot from his wings and dirt from hid garments. “this is all my fault, i’m sorry.” kino’s frantic behavior showed through quick, almost reckless actions while pulling sicheng onto his feet. “are you hurt?” kino asked, trying to ignore the lingering warmth of sicheng’s hug. raising two fingers, kino shook them in front of the male’s eyes. “how many fingers am i holding up?”

—sicheng.

sicheng rolls his neck to relieve leftover tension as he watches kino frantically wave his fingers in front of his face. a small smile forms on his lips as he catches a hint of worry in kino’s eyes, before he grabs onto kino’s fingers and puts his hand down, “i’m fine. i’ve taken a number of falls during my flying lessons when i was younger, so… it’s okay, i’m used to it.” there’s something about kino that’s alluring to sicheng. there’s something about the way his ears perk up whenever sicheng touches him, or how the nervous look never seems to leave his face, or the way his nose slightly twitches whenever he looks away… he just doesn’t know. “besides, i’m drunk as fuck. i can’t feel anything anyways.” he laughs a bit before he tugs on kino’s hand and slips through the side door, pulling kino through the exit and out into the crisp night air.

the stars are shining extraordinarily bright tonight, and the soft hum of some hidden crickets fill in any space where an awkward silence would potentially slip through. as the cool air nips at his nose and slowly sobers him up, he begins to feel the fracture in his wing. it stings, and sicheng knows it’ll take weeks to heal. that’s weeks staying inside, listening to his parents’s lectures, practicing his harp, and eating mugwort cakes until he physically cannot ingest them anymore. as he looks over at kino, he notices that his crown has been placed sloppily back onto kino’s head. he leans over to fix it, adjusting it so that it sits perfectly on top of his head. his parents were right, sicheng thinks to himself as his fingers refuse to leave kino’s head, kino is fit to be a king.

—kino.

kino’s eyes take in sicheng’s appearance, his heart beat elevating to a rhythm he did not feel even in his happiest moments. maybe this was his happiest moment. how beautiful and enticing was this fairy. speaking of fairy...his wing was crooked, or even worse... seemed broken. “if you had elven liquor, then i’m not even surprised.” he mumbled shyly, the other’s small gesture making his knees weak. “you should get that checked.” he gestures at the bent wing, successfully distracting himself from staring too hard or too deeply at the most alluring man he ever laid eyes on. “come...everyone’s busy with the ball and we can sneak into my room from the outside. i have an elfwood ointment that can soothe the pain...”

—sicheng.

sicheng sighs at the mentioning of his bent wing. sometimes he wished he could just rip them off entirely. they’re useless to him anyways. it’s not like he can even do the duties of a fairy anyways. he can’t collect the invisible wishes that fall from the soul of a lost child in the forest, or fly far enough to grant them, or even sort out the good children from the bad. he’s not allowed to roam outside of his own kingdom unless he’s accompanying his parents to parties, or he’s meeting his friends at their own events. what’s the use of these wings when there’s a carriage that can take him everywhere? to him, his wings are just an excessive light show. no one else's wings glows as brightly as his does. people say that it's because of the amount of passion sicheng has for things, but he personally doesn't feel like he has a single ounce of passion in him.

all sicheng really wants to do is go back inside, drink a couple more drinks, and then hit the dance floor again to forget about his problems, but for some reason, he doesn't want to leave kino's side. though it's not usual for an elf to have shimmering skin, to sicheng, kino glows in the moonlight; his skin looks as if it were doused with the best pearl essence, and sicheng can't help but to get lost in the deep, brown pools of his eyes.

"elfwood ointment, hm?" sicheng drawls out the words as he retracts his hand to his side and tears his gaze from kino to the sky. this is the first time sicheng has ever seen kino in person, and he has known about kino for years now. he thought that he would hate the boy that his parents adored so much, but... kino was quite different than what he had imagined. should he... go? he knows elfwood ointment doesn't work on his wings. the glow makes it difficult for tangible medicines to work. it would be a waste of time for the both of them, but... perhaps spending a little bit more time with kino wouldn't be so bad.

sicheng looks back at kino with a grin, "sure. if you don't mind sparing some of that ointment, then please—"sicheng pauses a bit, grabbing a hold of kino's free hand, "show the way."

—kino.

kino almost pulled his hand back. this wasn’t helping his situation. but he didn’t. why would he, when the simple touch of the haughty fairy made chills run down his spine.

he pulls onto his hand, very cautious since he already felt conscious for the wing injury, and dragged the male down the stairs and through a high rose garden, to the opposite side of court, where the residential portion of the palace was placed.

slipping past dwarf servants who paid him no attention as a second born child, he pushed a pair of heavy wooden carved doors open to reveal a wide, but very simple room. the main feature was an enormous bookcase that acted as a wall behind his bed.

“go lay there...i’ll look for the ointment.” kino mumbled shyly, pointing to his bed before starting to look around for the container.

—sicheng.

sicheng marvels at the difference in appearance between this palace and his own; everything was made of nature given materials, but instead of leaving it in its natural state, it looked as if it was laboriously pieced together by hand. with his heightened fairy senses, every nail shone brightly in the moonlight. there were detailed carvings in the wood: scenes depicting different rulers, different scenic views, different myths and legends… elves must really love carvings, sicheng thinks to himself, as he looks at kino’s crown, then back to the walls. as he followed kino, he ran his fingers against the the hard wood. this was nothing like the mushroom spores back at home.

his palace was constructed of overgrown fungi; his parents love emphasizing natural growth and life. overgrown leaves weaved together to make roofs, large sponges provided shelving, and nothing was built high enough to pass over one story. sicheng liked his home a lot; it was natural and lived in, but the thoroughness of this place… it was breathtaking.

as they both enter through kino’s bedroom doors, sicheng didn’t believe that it was a bedroom. rows and rows of books greeted his eyes as kino mumbled a couple of inaudible words and went off to rummage through his things. with every step, the movement heightened the pain, but sicheng was too distracted to notice; he walks toward the shelves and runs his fingers against the leather spines. sicheng’s mind wanders off as he quickly scans the titles; books usually exude an air of scholarly and rule-abiding bodies, but not these books. these books tell stories of romance, trial and error, and adventure. these books belong to someone who dreams of another life, someone who wants to escape their reality and run off to a world that is not their own…

—kino.

kino’s hands searched through his nightstand and then his desk until he found the wooden recipient and a roll of bandages he sneaked from the mage’s office. he turned back to face sicheng but caught him browsing through titles and his face responded by lighting in a thousand shades of pink. “i...i found them!” he almost screams, trying to distract the other.

he moves to his bed, patting the spot next to him impatiently. “come...i’ll bandage it too...somehow.”

kino has been a romantic all his life. no wonder the idea of his brother’s arranged marriage and celebration of it made him sick to the stomach. he wanted passion and a strong love that had its ups and downs but lasted a lifetime. his books always depicted such romances and he lost nights and days being captured in the stories of strong knights, courageous fights and a love that could light an entire planet. his dream was to fall in love and break the limits of this love.

being the second child, no one paid attention to his passions or convictions. kino grew up overshadowed but he grew comfortable and despite exceeding the expectations of what a second child should be, he was kept in a beautiful glass cupola, away from danger and implications.

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MASTERLIST OF LITERATE RP TOPICS

1. fall in love with me, a date where kicheng hammocks on the rooftop to admire the stars

2. take me to the moon, fantasy x royalty au where kino is an elven prince and sicheng is a fairy prince

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🍂 FALL IN LOVE WITH ME.

ARCHIVE.

—kino.

pulling the phone out of his pocket, kino types in a quick “i’m here”. he fiddles with the zipper of his hoodie, a nervous shift from one foot to the other signaling his nervousness. a date. their first official date. it was an understatement to say he “thought” about this date for a long time...he dreamed of it. the male peeks at the sealed basket in his left hand. he planned this entire date ahead...or at least, some aspects of it. the little treats and warm coffee should definitely please sicheng. ah...sicheng. his gaze focused on the door, waiting for the love of his life to make his appearance and bring life to his life once again.

—sicheng.

sicheng's phone buzzes in his pocket as he's sprinting down the street, breathing heavily as he tries to be timely for once. he ignores the buzz as he runs; he knows it's kino letting him know that he's there. this was one of the few times that sicheng needed to be on time and he still wasn't able to leave his house when he needed to. as he bursts through the door a minute late, he shouts, "i'm here!" as he bends down and rests his hands on his knees to catch his breath. he looks up and locks his gaze on kino; he feels his breath getting caught up in the back of his throat all over again. everytime sicheng takes a look at him, it never registers that kino is real. sicheng gives him a shy smile, his breathing evening out slowly, "hi baby, i'm sorry i'm late. you look amazing."

—kino.

his heart immediately initiates a quick beating, heat shooting up to his cheeks. the need to control his actions, words or heartbeat always leaving him the moment his eye landed on the boy he loved with all his heart. he steps closer, only to lay a gentle kiss upon his slightly moist forehead. “you’re so handsome.” he whispers, taking hold of sicheng’s hand. “let’s head to the rooftop. we should be able to watch the stars perfectly from there.” his suggestion doesn’t require an answer as he starts leading you up the outdoor stairs. “ah. almost forgot.” he turns to face you, midway, and pulls a small, pink flower out of his pocket, tucking it behind your ear. “perfect.”

—sicheng.

sicheng feels his cheeks turning a bright pink as he mindlessly follows kino's lead. his heart is beating almost uncontrollably by now. he doesn't remember the last time he wasn't in control of his emotions. was he even this happy when he found out the news of exo's comeback? or when he managed to get a good score on his exams? sicheng blinks, and suddenly he's on the rooftop. the crisp air nips at his nose and the blanket of stars enchants him, putting him in a state of awe as his breathing creates small, visible white puffs. he looks back at kino, "baby! it's beautiful up here! how did you find this place...?"

kino.

kino’s smile grows bigger and his gaze never leaves sicheng’s soft features. he was more beautiful than any starry sky. “it’s a secret.” he mumbles, barely audible. after the shortest pep talk in his head urged him to move, kino led his man to a corner where a hammock was hanged, a few blankets laid upon it. “let’s get cozy.” the male flashes a toothy grin and helps him lay down, following the same movement and settling in right beside him. his arm sneaks around sicheng’s shoulders, pulling him as close as possible, kicking the blankets higher up their bodies.

—sicheng.

sicheng carefully takes the flower out from behind his ear and places it gingerly on the ground, before he turns to face kino, resting his head on kino's shoulder. with his free hand, he pulls the blanket up to cover them properly before he leans up and places a gentle kiss on kino's jaw. he exhales peacefully as his surroundings finally set in. the air is cold, but their warmth is enough to keep them comfortable. the quiet background noise from the city keeps them from falling into any empty headspace. "baby," sicheng calls in a small, gentle voice, "this is exactly what i needed. thank you."

—kino.

he shifts onto his side, the entire hammock rocking a bit. gaze meets sicheng’s eyes, then moves over his handsome features only to land on his plump lips. “i love you.” kino whispers, inching closer so that a minimal space is left between them, lips almost touching.

“i want to make every day about us.” the next words were lost in the night as he finally kissed the lips he desired so much. it was a gentle kiss at first, but then it deepened and all of a sudden, the world around him lost its meaning.

—sicheng.

sicheng's eyes flutter close as he feels kino's lips on his, his heart pounding roughly in his chest. everytime kino kisses him, he feels like he loses control of his senses and his hold on reality. sicheng's hands slide down and grips onto kino's torso, automatically leaning against him and rolling on top of him, his lips hungrily fighting against kino's for dominance. as he tilts his head from one side to the other to capture more of kino's lips, sicheng's mind becomes blank. there's no more worries, no more plans, no more priorities or deadlines. there's only one thing occupying his mind now, and it's kino.

—kino.

kino’s fingers bury in sicheng’s beautiful locks, pulling on them gently whenever the kiss gets so intense and it sends jolts of pleasure to his extremities. his eyes open for a short moment, able to catch a glimpse of the sky and it feels like such a dream. he lost control and whatever bit of dominance he had left, allowing sicheng to devour his already, slightly swollen lips. his only form of protest came through whimpers and soft pulls at the male’s tresses. his warmth was so warm and inviting, making him want it everywhere.

—sicheng.

sicheng's lips start moving away from kino's lips, peppering kisses all over his jawline before inching down towards kino's neck. the hammock rocks a bit as sicheng moves semi-aggressively, but he's up for the challenge. as his lips attempt to graze on kino's collarbone, he gets blocked by kino's hoodie. he exhales before he gives up and finally releases his lips from kino's skin. he lifts his head and hovers his lips over kino's, a small smirk forming on his face, "kissing in a hammock for a first date? if this isn't an 'us' thing, i don't know what is." he laughs softly, before he leans down and presses a swift kiss on kino's lips before he falls back onto the hammock and snuggles into kino's side.

—kino.

“no matter how many times you say it, i will never get enough kissing, sicheng.” he lets out a small, barely audible laugh. few shaky digits run through sicheng’s hair, messing with the bangs. “i brought warm coffee and macarons.” he tries not to move you too much and fishes around for the contents of the basket, pulling out a small box with the treat and a thermos with warm coffee. “want some?”

—sicheng.

"yes! baby, i want some," sicheng's eyes fall on kino's controlled movements. despite kino's attempts of being careful, the hammock swings to side, causing sicheng to laugh silently to himself while still admiring kino's cuteness. he doesn't know what he did to deserve such a beautiful treasure, despite all of his insecurities and his flaws. sicheng taps on the box lightly with his fingers, before he turns to face kino, grinning, "baby, feed me." he opens his mouth wide, "aaahhhh."

(incomplete, but that’s okay)

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111118. for kino!

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“111118″.

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[내의] 맘을 훔칠 beat.

this beat will steal [my] heart, — for my baby kino. play: comethru by jeremy zucker.

11:00AM.

sicheng wakes up to the blinding sunlight coming through the window in his bedroom. he groans a bit before he closes his eyes again— why does the sun shine so bright in the morning? what’s there to get excited about? all of his days are a bit mundane. these days, his days feel like they’re moving on without him. with every step he takes, life is always ten steps ahead. he’s always feeling so on edge; everyday seems like a race against time.

he regains his senses as he attempts to roll out of bed, however, there is a pair of arms wrapped comfortably around him that stops him from moving. sicheng blinks his eyes in confusion, his mind in a daze, before he looks back and suddenly he’s face-to-face with an angel. his angel.

kino stirs a bit, his sleep disturbed by sicheng’s movement. he tiredly opens one of his eyes to peek at him, “sicheng? you’re awake already?”

sicheng feels his breath getting stuck in his throat. how could he forget about his baby, kino? how could he forget that the same days where he listlessly spent his time finishing tasks to meet other people’s expectations were replaced with days filled with love and excitement? how could he forget that he wakes up every morning in someone’s arms, ready to take on playful teases and small insecurities? how could he forget that his life has become so colorful? sicheng feels his cheeks growing hot as kino tightens his hold around his torso, before leaning down and nuzzles his face into sicheng’s neck, leaving a needy trail of kisses up and down his exposed collarbone.

“good morning, baby. i missed you,” kino whispers against his skin.

goosebumps.

kino’s simple words feel so electric. sicheng feels his tiredness getting zapped out of his body. it’s been days and he still hasn’t gotten used to waking up and feeling so… alive. he turns around to face kino, resting his hands on kino’s chest, “good morning, sunshine. did you sleep well?”

“you drained the life out of my arm,” kino responds playfully, gently knocking their foreheads together, “i had a nightmare where my arm fell off.”

sicheng rolls his eyes, fighting back the smile trying to creep onto his lips, “baby, you wanted to be the big spoon tonight, so whose fault is that?”

“still yours,” kino beams before closing his eyes and puckering his lips, tilting his head down to give sicheng a kiss. sicheng lightly pushes against kino’s chest, forcing him onto his back as sicheng rolls on top of him. sicheng places his legs on each side of kino, as kino naturally slides his hands up and rests it on sicheng’s waist. as sicheng places his lips onto kino’s, he feels a rush of content as his eyes flutter close and kino reciprocates, sneakily slipping out his tongue and sliding it against sicheng’s bottom lip. sicheng’s hands cups kino’s cheeks as he opens his mouth and catches kino’s tongue in between his lips, playfully rubbing his tongue around kino’s. kino sticks his tongue in deeper, running it around the inside of sicheng’s mouth to explore. as kino slides his hands hands down to sicheng’s hips, sicheng quickly sucks on his tongue gently before pulling away for air.

kino lets out a small whine of discontent while his eyes reluctantly open, “sicheng.”

sicheng laughs, “yes, baby?”

“you always pull away. can’t you just breathe from your nose or something so i can kiss you longer than thirty seconds?” kino asks with a pout. sicheng rests his elbows on kino’s chest before placing his chin on top of his knuckles. an amused smile forms on his lips as he teases, “no, baby. that’s not cute.”

as kino dramatically throws his hands back and mutters underneath his breath about how sicheng will always be cute no matter what he does, sicheng stares at kino lovingly, taking in all of his cute features and mannerisms.

11:11AM.

sicheng is so in love with kino.