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finalgirllx · 7 months

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bartender mattheo riddle

i'm a slut for AUs and this one quickly shot up to being one of my favorites for mattheo.

for @thatdammchickennugget's hogmarch challenge, the prompt i went off of was 'firewhiskey/butterbeer'

As you tread the once-familiar cobblestone streets of Hogsmeade, the rhythmic click of your shoes provides a temporary distraction from the storm swelling inside your thoughts. For such a lively village, the action around you feels distant, too far in the past to offer any respite similar to the steady cadence beneath your feet.

To outside viewers, you appear as any young person donning a modest party dress and looking for a casual spot to unwind for the evening. They wouldn't know this was your first visit to Hogsmeade in over five years since you finished your schooling at Hogwarts. You had left the highlands, your small hamlet, for bigger, better things—or so you had thought.

Reality didn't guarantee such promises you had dreamed of in those few years. Currently barely making ends meet and running on a general sense of uncertainty, you decided it was as good a time as any to revisit your hometown and the magical communities surrounding it, including this cheerful wizarding town you had frequented throughout your adolescence.

You first tried your luck with the Three Broomsticks, but the bustling atmosphere proved too overwhelming for the discreet return you aimed for. With the decision between the rundown Hog's Head inn and a newer, more upscale establishment called 'Celestial Sips,' you opted to see what this new 'fancy-schmancy' spot was all about.

You stealthily step through the polished entry doors to scan the venue, which is dimly lit beside faint golden lights. It is adorned with oddly shaped furniture more suited for artistic expression rather than usability. It appears far more modernized than the traditional charm most common with Hogsmeade’s businesses, young wizarding folk undoubtedly curated it with heavy inspiration coming from muggle cocktail lounges.

The existence of the bar itself in a place such as Hogsmeade wasn't the most earth-shattering part of this night out. It was when your eyes met with the lead bartender, and a flood of memories filled your senses as you realized it was none other than Mattheo Riddle.

His dark curls were unruly as ever but fell in such a way that made him irresistible. His piercing dark gaze caught yours, sparking with recognition. The scar across the bridge of his nose was just as prominent as it was six years ago, as vivid as the day you had dragged him to the hospital wing to get his split nose mended after a particularly grueling fistfight.

That memory also reminds you just how close you and him once were. While you had never officially dated, you did everything a couple would and then some. You shared countless fun late nights, as well as having been there for each other during the more trying ones. And although sexual intimacy didn't come until after graduation, the passion of those post-school days also remains etched in your memory. It was your decision to pursue "bigger things" that had cut that short, leaving you with a lingering sense of what might have been.

Despite the distance between you as you reeled from the shock of encountering him here, you couldn't help but notice the changes in Mattheo over the past five years. Mattheo exuded a confidence far from the troubled boy you once knew at school. He had grown taller, broader, and even more handsome than before. He was also now littered with tattoos that only added to his allure, tempting you to bridge the distance separating you further.

Your knee-jerk reaction would have been to flee the scene, but since you had already met eyes and he was actively beckoning you forward to the bar as you battled with your thoughts, you had no choice but to participate in the unexpected reunion.

You sat at a bar stool, and Mattheo quickly welcomed you with a warm but distinctively husky tone. It was clear that Mattheo was struggling to mask his excitement over seeing you as he tried to maintain some professionalism while behind the bar.

"The greatest stroke of luck I've encountered since taking the job at this fancy joint," Mattheo started with genuine delight, "I can't believe it's you. You look fantastic," his quick work of sweet-talking you did the trick as your cheeks flushed, though still totally sober. Mattheo was also swift in amending that, sliding a vodka cranberry before you with a nod, "On the house. Let me know if you want something more 'refined' for the setting; I just went with an old favorite."

You let out a soft giggle, drawing the straw to your lips to sip the drink. The sweetness of the juice masks the burn, perfectly balanced to not overwhelm from either end.

With Mattheo's excellent job of putting you at ease, you finally replied. "Indeed, you always teased me for not being a whiskey drinker. Old habits die hard," you quipped, taking another sip before continuing. "But, look at you! A bartender? Mattheo, I must say, I'm thrilled to see you here and not, well.." your words lingered away at the implication, realizing it might not sound as encouraging as intended. There were all sorts of rumors of him headed to a life of dark wizardry, so seeing him here was a relief. But he didn't have to hear about any of that, not now. Quickly shifting your approach, you perked up to suggest, "And at this luxurious place? While I appreciate the old favorite, I would love to see what magic you could conjure up in a cocktail glass."

Mattheo laughed and shook his head momentarily before piping up again. "Seems your confidence has skyrocketed. I'm glad to see that, princess," he teased with a cheeky smirk, earning an eye roll from you that only amused him further. You again feel a little heated at the nickname, opting not to question it. You could see that the mischievous glint in his eyes was alive and well as he began meticulously combining various expensive-looking drinks and mixers just for you. Simultaneously, Mattheo tended to other existing patrons, expertly traversing the sprawling bar to ensure everyone's needs were met and drinks stayed filled.

Observing how Mattheo carried himself with such assuredness only heightened your attraction. Each movement he made to speak with patrons and craft drinks allowed you to appreciate his muscled physique. You were no better than a groupie ogling his toned, tattooed arms, his hands still bearing faint scars from his past. The sight of his veins flexing with every motion ignited a fire in your stomach that you hoped wouldn't consume you entirely.

His broad shoulders and slim waist were accentuated by his dark button-up dress shirt. That caught your attention, as did when your gaze moved downward and drifted over his perfectly sculpted behind. You were abruptly snapped from your desirous stupor when the object of your admiration set a much fancier cocktail before you.

"Like what you see?" Mattheo asked with a smug, teasing tone, causing you to want to disappear into the ground beneath your stool. You must have been less-than-subtle about checking him out, but he didn't seem to mind as he continued without further ribbing. "Try that. It's the Mattheo special," he said, watching you intently to see how you reacted to the first sip.

You smirked at the oh-so-creative name and then inspected the drink itself. It was rather extravagant, a lavender purple hue with swirls of gold shimmering with every swish of the glass.

Without hesitation, you lifted the glass and took a small sip. A delightful combination of blueberry and lemon overtook your tastebuds, almost completely shielding the strength of the alcohol in the drink. Hell, you were prepared to question if it was mixed at all had you not watched him pour at least a shot's worth of vodka into it.

You gave him a smile of approval, to which Mattheo grinned widely, clearly pleased to see you liked it. With the other patrons momentarily tended to, Mattheo rested his elbows on the counter, surprising you with his sudden proximity as he leaned forward, suggesting he had something enticing to say.

"I hope this isn't too forward, but I'd really like to catch up," Mattheo spoke in a hushed tone. It sounded innocent enough, but the question, paired with his gaze lingering on your figure, told you he meant anything but. "Would you consider sticking around till close?"

Yes, yes, yes! Your internal monologue screamed. On the outside, you locked eyes with him and smirked, your expression conveying you understood his intentions well. "I don't have anywhere else I want to go; I can stick around."

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You were cautious with your drinking to avoid getting too intoxicated for your later plans with Mattheo. As the closing time for Celestial Sips approached, you remained near the counter, bantering with other patrons. Mattheo delegated cleaning duties to other employees while he called for final rounds and closed tabs. Each time your eyes met, a shared twinge of excitement passed between you.

After another hour or so, Mattheo finally shut down the lit 'open' sign, leaving you two together alone. While this is what you wanted, your nerves welled up upon the realization that it was just the two of you here. A hint of insecurity came over you. He had grown to be such an attractive, confident man, and you could only hope he found you equally appealing. That line of thought was interrupted when Mattheo began approaching you. His expression, filled with hunger, was directed at you. His captivating eyes combined with the deep-brown locks drooping over his forehead implored you to swoon from where you sat.

"Merlin, princess, you have no idea how much I've missed you," Mattheo murmured, his voice brimming with seduction as he closed the distance, his hands finding their place on the curve of your waist. “Please let me know if you want me to slow down at any time." His words echoed in your ears, bringing you comfort even though you felt wholly prepared to surrender to all of his desires.

Mattheo advanced until your back pressed against the front of the counter. His lips found the crook of your neck, peppering your skin with a trail of wet kisses in their wake. A moan escaped your lips as his actions ignited your longing for more; everything you had wished his hands on you would feel like coming true. However, the heat was cut short far too soon when Mattheo suddenly took a pause from all of the heavy petting.

"You seem tense," Mattheo remarked with a hint of concern. You promptly reassured him with affectionate pecks to his cheek before admitting, "I just hope I'm good for you." His eyes briefly darkened as if displeased by your hesitancy. Suddenly, both of his hands moved to cup your cheeks, and he gazed deeply into your eyes.

"You are the most beautiful person I've ever laid eyes on. I meant every word when I said I fantasized about a moment like this with you for years," he confessed. The sincerity in his voice compelled you to trust him, leaving you with no doubt about whether he wanted this.

Seeing you take his words to heart, Mattheo's expression then lit up, clearly having a lightbulb moment. "If you're ready, this place is chock full of drinks to help us both loosen up a bit," As soon as he mentioned it, you felt almost silly having overlooked the idea, realizing that some liquid confidence was the answer to easing your nerves. You nodded, and Mattheo took his hand in yours and gently guided you behind the bar counter.

"Do you trust me?" He asked, and you instantly replied, "I do."

In one swift motion, one hand made its way to the back of your head and the other to the small of your back so he could pull you into a passionate kiss. Your tongues found each other in a dance, his dominant side quickly winning over as his tongue protruded into your mouth. When you briefly pulled away to catch your breath, your cheeky side showed itself when you gently tugged on his bottom lip with your teeth. He moaned slightly, to your satisfaction, and you took advantage of the moment to run your hand over his chest, feeling the muscles underneath that dress shirt. You finally had Mattheo Riddle all to yourself, and you wanted all of him.

Without warning, he grabbed you by the hips, pulled you close, and spun you around to bend you over the counter. One hand curled around your hair to create a makeshift ponytail, the other wasting no time grabbing a bottle of fire whiskey within arm's reach and placing it beside you.

"I'm sorry, doll. I know you love vodka, but whiskey is perfect for tonight."

You looked up at him with doe-like pleading eyes as he gripped your hair, nodding as much as you could though restricted by his hold. He grinned wickedly over your enthusiastic consent before looming over you with a dominating presence. "Open up that mouth, princess."

Your lips slightly parted as Mattheo brought the open bottle of whiskey to your mouth. He poured a shot's worth down your throat, the intense heat burning on your tongue without anything to chase it down. Yet, as Mattheo force-fed you the drink and whispered praises in your ear about how you 'take it so well,' the burn of the whiskey transformed into a divine sensation, exhilarating in the best way. The bar counter was the only thing stopping you from melting to the floor as you became weak in the knees, your aroused state especially susceptible to his praise.

Mattheo lifted the bottle away from you to take a swig, holding you to the counter with a heavy palm against your back. He sighed, satisfied by the burn.

After a moment, he turned his attention back on you and pulled your hair to the side, hastily marking your neck with suctioned kisses and nibbles. At the same time, Mattheo's fingers ghosted down your back, caressing your ass and jolting you with a swift spank, finally reaching underneath your dress to stroke your cunt through your slick panties.

"Merlin, princess, after seeing the way your lips wrapped around that bottle, I wanted to fuck that pretty mouth so bad. But feeling how goddamn wet you are for me, I'm not sure either of us can wait for my cock to be inside your perfect, tight pussy."

His long fingers moved away from your aching core, reaching up and now brushing against your lips. "Will you wet my fingers a little more for me?" he asked in a voice too enticing for such an indecent request. You immediately allowed him to intrude your mouth, his fingers already covered in your taste though he had just barely begun to touch you. "We have to prepare that pussy don't we?" he groaned into your ear. You were distracted as his hardened cock ground into your ass between the fabric of your dress and his trousers.

You could tell he was beginning to lose himself as he seemed enamored by the way your mouth slipped over his fingers, swirling your tongue around them in a show of desperation to please.

Once content with your wetting of his fingers, he pulled them from your mouth and went back to exploring your panties, pushing them aside to tease your folds before slipping the first of his fingers in. It was seamless, not surprising for you, having lusted over him the entire night.

"Fuck, you're still so tight, doll. I have to stretch you out, so this feels as good for you as it will for me."

After a few moments, he introduced a second finger to your soaked cunt. He didn't move at first but gradually began pumping them inside. He could have cum on the spot witnessing your frenetic response to just two fingers.

"Careful, princess. If you want to come on my fingers, you need to beg for it." The words sent a shudder of desperation through your entire body, legs threatening to give out from underneath you as the artful use of his fingers in tandem with his dirty talk brought you toward your first orgasm, unable to resist it even if you tried. Mattheo kept his movements steady as your eyes rolled back and your walls clenched around him, a deep voice leaving the back of his throat to growl, "that's it, ride my fingers, you little slut," His tone this time was demanding, you knew he was displeased by your disobedience. His untamed, hungry expression evolved into something more conniving as he contemplated how to punish you for cumming without permission.

"You like that, huh? A slut who couldn't wait to beg? I should put my cock inside you and make you cum until you can't stand it anymore, then, hm? Do you want that? Cry for it, princess, or you're not getting it."

You quickly fulfill this command with desperate pleas, "Please, Mattheo, please, fill me with your cock."

"Fucking hell, princess--if I wasn't about to bust, I'd have you begging more. Desperation sounds fucking delicious rolling off your tongue," Mattheo growled against your ear as one of his hands haphazardly moved back to his trousers, hastily unbuttoning them to allow his needy length to spring free and press against you. The relief of finally freeing himself caused a deep groan to slip past his lips which only seemed to increase his urgency as his hands quickly found their place on your body again, yanking your dress up over your ass and delivering a forceful slap to your exposed flesh. You yelped and squirmed reflexively from the sting, much to his delight. "That's my fucking ass, don't forget it," he groaned with a certain smugness at the sight of his handprint forming on your skin.

"Please, Matty, please fuck me," you pleaded with a nearly pathetic level of desire. With that, Mattheo decided not to waste another second before indulging you. He took hold of your hips, guiding his cock to your slick folds, and slowly started to ease himself inside of you.

You gasped at the intrusion, reveling in the stretch, but Mattheo cooed praises to relax you enough so there was little discomfort as you adjusted to his size. "Fuck, you fit around me so well. perfect pussy, perfect girl." he groaned as he could feel your wet warmth surround him. “is this okay?"

"Yes, please keep going."

Mattheo used the makeshift ponytail of your hair to lift your head and press his full weight against you onto the counter. His hips began to move, thrusting slowly to start until he was absolutely sure you could take him. With you now sandwiched between his body and the cold surface, he worked up to fucking you at a relentless pace, the base of his cock clashing against your ass as he bottomed out inside of your cunt. The hand steadying you by the hip reached up to wrap around your throat, squeezing at the sides enough for you to feel his strength but not enough to cause pain. It seemed almost to be a reminder for himself not to completely lose to the animalistic urges as he continued to increase the intensity. Your pelvis clanging against the bar didn't matter; you always like it rough, and he knew it.

"Princess, oh gods, I don't know if I'll last." He moaned into your ear paired with short, hot breaths. "You feel so fucking good; I wanted this for so..fucking...long." he sang his praises between each punctuated thrust that hit just the right spot inside of you again and again. The repeated stimulation triggers your second orgasm, your walls clenching around his cock as a choked moan barely escapes your lips- the sound being caught by his firm hold on your neck.

"We're fucking meant for each other, babe," Mattheo grunted as you rode through your wave of pleasure. All you could do in your cockdrunk state was mewl in response, which fueled his ego. "Perfect dumb slut for me, you love taking my cock, don't you? Tell me how much you love my cock," his dirty talk turned more degrading as your most depraved desires inched closer to showing themselves on the surface.

"Love your cock Matty.. mhm so good..."

"Good slut. Now, say you're mine," he commanded, completely frenzied with his pacing.

"I'm yours." you babbled with complete devotion. Mattheo groaned as you so willingly gave into his possessiveness, the very idea of owning every part of you being the tipping point to let his release out inside of you. His rutting became erratic and slowed as he rode through his orgasm, the last few pumps matching your third orgasm in stride.

He then laid limp on top of you, letting out heaving exhales to regain his composure. For the moment, he left his cock to twitch inside of you, relishing in the warm feeling. Once convinced he could get up properly, he pulled out, leaving your pussy dripping with his cum as his entire body lurched over you.

"That was perfect, you were perfect. Best stroke of luck in ages," he mused with a throaty chuckle, recalling his first words when you locked eyes at the beginning of the night. "Can you walk?" he asked, mostly teasingly because the shaking of your legs answered that question without a doubt.

"No," you spoke softly, the giggles you had at the beginning of the night starting to return even if your mind wasn't still fully there from the back-to-back stimulation.

With this, Mattheo decided to hold you for a while longer. You had a lot of catching up to do and piecing together both of your stories to find out how, after so many years, you still ended up right here. But for now, the shared presence was enough.

------------------ huge thankies to @slytherinslut0 for coaching me through this. i was very spooked to share. love y'all <3

#mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle au #mattheo riddle smut #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle x you #slytherin #slytherin boys #hogmarch challenge

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imfoive · 2 months

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⟢ Crystal Bird ── BANG CHAN ╱ on-going Genre: Royal au! Crown Prince! Chan, Angst, Romance, Historical, hidden identity, slow-burn Warnings: mentions of blood, war, death, cursing, more in chapters

The Crown Prince is saved by the Princess of a rival kingdom, and he swears his second life to his savior. A forbidden friendship no one knew of, grows deeper with every secret meeting. As the two are kept apart, memories of their sunset playdates by the serene river, begin blossoming into something beautiful. Cheeks blushed, stomach butterflies fluttered at the thought of each other. Years of yearning and imagining had only made them crave a sweeter reunion. And finally meeting at a Royal banquet, he could only stare at the now grown Princess, taken by her beauty, while she only watches as he gives his heart to the wrong princess.

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The youngest son of the Lee family was stubborn, he was arrogant, he was conniving. Hiding it all behind the mask of a calm and collected man, the youngest son was a master at mind games. Playing a dangerous game where trust is a luxury and betrayal lurks around every corner. He had sworn once, to not let family ties or any feelings hold him back. Yet, against all odds, she had him completely wrapped around her fingers, and he had no desire to break free.

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Two individuals with polar opposite lifestyles are thrown into an arranged marriage for the benefit of both their families, or so they claim. One is a frivolous playboy, living off familial wealth, while the other is an overly controlling workaholic. Navigating their marriage with a business-like approach, their relationship is marked by a whirlwind of bickering, banter, and societal pressures. Amid misunderstandings, they uncover layers of unexpected qualities, eventually discovering a sweet love neither saw coming.

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irondad-creator-awards · 23 days

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And The Finalists Are... Part 2

The 2024 Story Finalists Are Now All Bookmarked And Added To The Collection - Or Permission Requested

Best Identity Reveal

All I've Waited For (Where You Belonged) By Jaworley

Coffee, Interns, And Other Mysteries By Sabertoothhousecat

Coincidentally— By Bergen

Dark Matter By Mysterycyclone

Let Us Handle Them Carefully By Sara (Ctrsara)

Best Kidnapping

Below The Surface By Olliecollie

How To Catch A Spider-Man Sara (Ctrsara)

I Know My Name (It's All I Know For Sure) By Jaworley

The Hoax By Happyaspie

When The Days Blur By Inkinmyheartandonthepage

Best Bonus Bond

Dark Matter By Mysterycyclone

Hierarchy Of Needs By Bergen

Take Me By The Hand (I Miss You) By Jaworley

Unexpected Uncle By Shootothrill

Unofficial Si Lemonade Business By Happyaspie

Best Humor

Coffee, Interns, And Other Mysteries By Sabertoothhousecat

Hierarchy Of Needs) By Bergen

Ned Leeds' Beginner's Guide To Faking Sick By Happyaspie

Sorta Kinda Kidnapped By Happyaspie

The Spider And The Frog By Olliecollie

Best Wild Card Story

An Unexpected Reunion By Sara (Ctrsara)

Dark Matter By Mysterycyclone

Lies Of Omission By Bergen

The Hoax By Happyaspie

Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spider By Bergen

Best AU

A Sky Full Of Stars By Olliecollie

Dark Matter By Mysterycyclone

Leap Of Faith (Catch Me, If You Can) By Alighterwood & Erinwantstowrite

Lies Of Omission By Bergen

The Spiderman And The Frog By Bergen

Best Series

Autistic Peter Parker By Marvellousbutterfly

Finding The Way Home By Peacockgirl

Identity Saga By Kitcat992

More Than An Intern By Jaworley

S.I. Security Team By Blasphemmky

Strands In The Rope By Sara (Ctrsara)

The Meaning Of Inevitable By Mendeia

All Time Favorite Award

Copycat By Olliecollie

Identity Saga By Kitcat992

Leap Of Faith (Catch Me, If You Can) By Erinwantstowrite & Alighterwood

Survivor's Guide To The Galaxyf] By Fanfic1892

The Teenage Vigilante's Guide To Saving New York (And Making Friends Along The Way) By Candlesneedflame

The 2023/2024 Favorite

A Sky Full Of Stars By Olliecollie

Broken Mirrors And Fragile Things By Evienyx

Deadpool's Guide To Accidental Kidnapping By Inkinmyheartandonthepage

The One Where Tony Gets A Father's Day Card From Peter By Thatonefinnishfangirl

Until You Set Your Old Heart Free By Bluesweatshirt

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seresinhangmanjake · 2 months

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Oh, Baby Universe: dad!Jake Seresin x female reader

You might not have been his girlfriend, but when you left town one night a month after sleeping together, it completely broke Jake’s heart. Now, a year later, you’ve returned and you’re not alone. You have a new little companion that just so happens to bear a startling resemblance to Jake.

Oh, Baby: Jake learns he’s a dad

In the Night: Jake has nightmares that you leave him again

His Girls: A domestic moment with dad!Jake

The Other Mother: your mother comes to town

Birthday Boy: It’s Jake’s B-Day and you have a special gift for him

It’s What You Make It: Jake’s mother makes an unexpected visit

And Honey, I’ll Make It All Okay: Jake’s Dad shows up.

Nothing Better than What We’ve Got:You’re finally ready to have a ring on your finger

I’ve Promised You Forever: Jake and his Honey are married

The Prequel:

Oh Honey: Part 1

What Once He Had: Part 2

Gone: Part 3

Related Fics (jump around in the timeline):

Everything and All of It: Reunion...stuff;)

A Little Love: cuteness during a family grocery trip

Daddy Knows Best: Eve says her first word

Oh Wow: Flashback to when Jake first sees you

Methods of Love and Trust: Jake lets his mother babysit for the first time.

Jingle of The Bells: Eve is worried Jake won’t make it home for christmas

That’s Definitely a Name: Eve helps name her baby brother.

The Favorite: the Daggers meet Eve for the first time.

Drabbles:

Eve is upset when Jake has to leave

the rules of Disneyland

Eve learns about Baby #2

Eve’s got a new guy

First Night Home

AUs:

Your Way Back to Me: Oh, Baby AU. What if you didn’t return after Eve was born and it was decades later before you met Jake again? And how would he feel to find out his best student might be a bit closer to him than he initially believed?

Now that I have you (Part 2 of Your Way Back to Me)

Because You Stayed: What if you never left?

Moodboards:

Jake x Honey

Jake x Honey with Eve

Jake x Honey Elopement

Oh, Baby Wedding

Eve’s First Birthday

Coach Jake & Jake x Honey in Texas

Oh, Baby Christmas

Baby Boy

Jake Seresin Masterlist Main Masterlist

#jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman seresin #top gun maverick #jake seresin fic

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iamespecter · 4 months

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Is Pauline dating both Agnes and Caine?

I mean, it hasn't happened yet, but.... the fic IS leading up to THAT point, technically making it a slow burn-

I would also like to voice out that I think I might be the first to ship exclusively Caine x Pomni x Ragatha, but Caine and Ragatha want nothing to do with one another except be buddies at most (a v-type poly relationship) and I cry myself to sleep knowing I've repeated a cycle from my FNAF days

#thanks for the ask!#tadc #tadc au #an unexpected reunion au #the amazing digital circus #caine x pomni #pomni x ragatha #caine x pomni x ragatha #tadc showtime #harlequilt #jesterdoll #buttonblossom #ragapom #ueuueueuueueueue #ueue sobbing #me: (ships Caine x Pomni x Ragatha) huh I wonder why this is so familiar #The Freddy x Chica x Roxy v-type poly I ship silently peering over me while judging my tastes:

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aziraphales-library · 5 months

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Hi there!

I was wondering if you had any recommendations of fics that have Aziraphale as a priest? i’m in search of some but have no idea how to find them.

only ask is that it’s 3k words and up!

Thanks so much for all you do, you are truly the foundation holding the fanfiction side of Good Omens together!

lots of love x

Hello! We have #priest Aziraphale & #priests au tags. And of course there is the priest Aziraphale tag on AO3. Here are more to add to our collection...

All The Lights That Light The Way by FeralTuxedo (E)

On the run from a disastrous work Christmas party, Anthony Crowley encounters an angel singing in the streets of Soho.

& Forgive Us Our Trespasses (Of Which The First Is Love) by ineffable_angle (M)

Fleabag-inspired AU where anthropologist Dr. Anthony J Crowley becomes friends (and then definitely more) with the hot priest Father Aziraphale Moore. They meet at their high school reunion and discover that they just can't quite stay away from one another. Mainly, they debate evolution, go to brunch, and overcome Anthony's religious trauma. Some scenes and dialogue from season 2 of Fleabag do show up, but the plot is not the exact same.

The scent of incense on his fingers by gimmewhiskey (E)

Crowley knew what was twirling on Aziraphale's tongue. “Don't even think about saying you forgive me," he whispered, then turned and strode quickly to the door. Aziraphale stared after him for a few moments longer. He slowly raised his hand and touched his lips. There was a scent of incense on his fingers. ...Or the story of how a successful lawyer Anthony J. Crowley successfully pretends to forget his old love while Father Aziraphale atones for sins for them both.

(Let's) Do it again by gagna_onni (M)

Father Fell has lived his whole life in a small town in Wales. His life is simple, the community is kind and welcoming and he does all he can to help everyone. One day a guest arrives at his clergy house. And right after his arrival, things start to change in an unexpected way.

in your own time by ineffabildaddy (E)

Aziraphale and Crowley grew up together as next-door neighbours on Hogback Lane, classmates at the local Catholic school, and inseparable best friends. By the age of eighteen, both were hopelessly in love with the other, despite the knowledge that they were doomed to live apart, as Crowley aimed to pursue university study in London and Aziraphale committed himself to remaining in Tadfield, dedicating his life to the Church. After almost twenty years spent away from his hometown, renowned botanist Crowley decides to come and visit Tadfield again at a moment's notice; the purpose of his visit is to speak at a Careers Day for the school he and Aziraphale, now a beloved priest and a frequent helper at the school, attended. The twenty-four hours that follow will change both of their lives for ever.

Faith, Hope, and Love (And the Greatest of These Is Love) by khh1961 (E)

A young Father Aziraphale Fell takes up his first post as a junior priest, under the stern supervision of Monsignor Gabriel (who very much likes things to run his way, thank you kindly) and meets fellow parish priest, Father Anthony Crowley. Our young Father Fell is immediately captivated by Father Crowley's handsome face, ginger hair, and dead sexy Scottish accent. This looks to be the beginning of a beautiful friendship. But what else it may become remains to be seen. Love and the will of God are both ineffable.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #human au #priest aziraphale #priests au #adult omens #mod d

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Farewell to Thee?

A/N: (checks last post time stamp) Oopsie. (drops this in front of yall like a bag of groceries and fades into the distance)

Yan! Twst Isekai AU

CW/TW: the Mouse is Real™, graphic descriptions of bodily fluids/injuries, assault and kidnapping Pt. 3 Oh Woe is Me... | Pt. 4

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“..llo?"

"Hello?"

"Hellooo?”

Out of the wispy fog comes a familiar voice. It echoes on and on, fading into a whisper. The tenure worms into your brain as you struggle back into consciousness. And as your eyes open and focus, your brain finally recognizes who is calling out.

“...Mickey?” You respond quietly in disbelief. “Mickey!”

“[First]!” The reunion, however unexpected, is still relieving. You never thought you would be so happy to see the cartoony mouse again. But…

“It’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other, huh?” He chirps, walking up to your side. “I’ve been trying all sorts of things to get here, even trying to change my pajamas before sleeping too, heh…”

“So…this is a dream?” You ask hesitantly. Mickey smiles up at you, unaware of your inner turmoil.

“Must be! This is quite unexpected, I usually only see your head and shoulders, not your whole body.”

That makes sense, in a way. Only white nothingness surrounds you. Although you two are striding forward in a sense of strolling, you can’t make heads or tails on whether you’re actually walking somewhere.

“Normally I’d ask to take your picture but I don’t have my special camera.” You wryly smile in response. Did you succeed with your plan? Interactions with Mickey was usually out of the player’s hands…did you force a connection when you caused a game over?

“That’s a right shame. I was so looking forward to it since you mentioned it last visit.” Mickey sighs with a playful pout. It then changes to something more somber as he gazes up at you.

“[First], I’m glad to have met you again, but be careful.” You stop in your tracks at the warning.

“I sensed some dark aura around you when we first met. It’s gotten even stronger this time.” Mickey explains, worried eyes examining you. “Please be careful.”

“Wh-what do you mean…?” Your mouth runs dry. Something prickles in the back of your head, and to your panic, the vision of Mickey starts fading away, images blurring.

“M…time….up….watch…” his last words hover in the air as you frantically reach out to him.

“M-Mickey?!” You fumble around, trying to reach out to him, but come up with air.

“Damn it!” You scream, impatient rage blinding your sight.

Just when you’re so close to getting an answer out of this damn game! You just wanted to go home! Was that such a sin?

The prickling in your head grows stronger and you grow lightheaded, collapsing in on yourself. You look up to see a bright glowing menu.

[True Ending has not been unlocked]

>⬛⬛⬛⬛ Key has not been obtained.

>Continue?

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Your cheeks feel sticky.

It feels so gross. The smell of iron and rust floods your nose and makes your eyes fly open. Your fingernails scrape the substance as you push yourself off the cold floor. When you hold it up to your bleary eyes, you can see blood and dirt flaking under your nails. Your entire front is also soaked in blood and saliva. The disgusting sight makes you cringe.

The ground underneath your body shakes. You regard the pool of blood, tears, and snot underneath you with a gaze not fully aware. You’re… in Twisted Wonderland?

Screaming? There’s people yelling somewhere, and it’s making your head hurt. You groan, raising your dirtied hand to steady your forehead.

What happened…?

"Easy, Trickster." A warm voice envelopes your ear. Suddenly, the scent of mint and petrichor overtakes your senses. Verdant green eyes peer down at you with relief.

“R…Rook?” The voice that comes out of you doesn’t feel like you. Someone else speaking in your body, like a ventriloquist. “H-How…?”

“[First]!” Grim flings himself into your face, adding to the pool of snot and mucus. It’s okay though. You hug him tightly, curling in on yourself, trying to absorb the warmth Grim gives.

The others come and swarm you; trying to check in on you, but you don’t respond to their numerous worried inquiries, drained of all your energy. Something catches your ear though.

“Oh, we were so worried! When Neige told us you got accidentally poisoned, we couldn’t take you to the infirmary right away–thank Seven Rook was there!” Kalim clasps your hands tenderly, not minding the gross slew of fluids getting on his hands.

Poisoned? How was I poisoned…?

A knife sharp pain slices through your brain when you try to recall what happened. You were with Neige…and then? Everything after that was all coming out as static noise.

“Prefect.”

You know who it is without looking. What a sight. How could Vil Schoenheit look this disheveled? Blonde greasy hair that is out of place, skin hollowed and pale with scratches, and bloodshot lavender eyes. He looks worse than you on death’s door.

"Vil…?" You gaze at him with empty confusion, unsure of why your heart drops at the sight of him. "Did…did something happen?"

Vil's eyes narrow but then close in resignation. Epel takes over, eyes wide in earnest. "Vil had an overblot, so we had to wrangle him back to normal."

Overblot…right…that's what supposed to happen, right?

Why…was that supposed to happen?

"Forgive me, Trickster. If only I had reached there faster with Monsieur Al-Asim…" Rook hums, surprisingly sincere. "Roi du Poison's madness and obsession…even when he had overblotted…how wonderfully beautiful it all was. The ink swirling around him, his stature…"

You shiver as his gaze rakes into yours.

"But, mon amour, you must not do that again, oui?" He leans in, lips ghosting over your ear and your blood freezes. What does he…?

"What a fine mess this is. What are we going to do now?" Ace drawls, eyes scanning behind him. Your eyes follow where he's looking and wince at the now destroyed colosseum. Debris and rocks flung everywhere, banners ripped to shreds, and electronics fried beyond repair.

For some reason, you feel calm despite the scene before you. As if…

"Well, well, if this isn't a sight."

Malleus.

Nothing registers until his gaze falls on you, and you swear his eyes glow for a fraction of a second.

"What have we here?" The question echoes and everyone looks nervously around at each other. “I arrive early to find not a single person and a stage laid to waste.”

You can only muster a sheepish grin in response. That's right. Malleus could fix this all up in a flash, no problem.

“Hornton, thank goodness you’re here!” Dried blood cracks on the edges of your smiling lips. “We could really use some help-”

“HORNTON?” You wince at the cacophonous pitch of everyone yelling. Rook is tactful enough to shield your ears but it only did so much to keep your eardrums from ringing. While Grim realizes who Hornton is, everyone else is flustered, attempting to explain the weight of his identity to the two of you.

You don’t need it though. His magic is enough of a demonstration as he winds back time and repairs the stage in moments. With that, the NRC group’s spirit and morale is renewed and once again, they’re raring to prove themselves to RSA.

The only thing that didn’t change is you.

Malleus gingerly carries you in his arms while Grim worriedly looks up at you. While they were reluctant to continue without you, even they were not foolish enough to let you go without urgent medical treatment.

You managed to stay conscious long enough to hear Malleus talking with the school medics and Grim muttering about stones before the dull ache in your throat and stomach forced you into an uneasy slumber.

–

The vestiges of a strange dream about mice and keys linger in your mind as you blink away the sleep in your eyes.

Evening has fallen, the only light coming from the dim lanterns the office has set up for patients. As your eyes adjust to the darkness, you can make out silhouettes of curtains and several items on the table near you.

Snacks from Ace and Deuce, herbal medicine from Vil, and colorful flowers by Kalim (you’re sure Jamil was the reason why it was not mountains of flower bouquets). The gestures are enough to make you weakly smile before it drops into a frown.

You turn to scan the room, and find no signs of life.

Did Grim leave?

An uneasiness begins to settle in your chest and you try to quash it. Maybe he just went to use the bathroom. Or if the staff made him leave, maybe he returned to Ramshackle. Anxiety begins to creep through your mind as the seconds tick by on the clock above the doorway.

Screw it.

You slip off the duvet covers and although the feeling of cold tiles on your bare feet is almost enough to make you give up, you push through and leave the room in the direction of Ramshackle.

Soon, the familiar sight of the Seven’s statues come into the horizon and cobblestones turn into granite tiles underneath your feet. Something makes you pause, however. Like a feeling of deja vu, you wonder why you feel like you’ve been in this situation before.

A growl shakes through the underbrush and you whirl to see the devil tips of a tail thrashing through leaves. Your heart jumps to your throat.

Grim!

The next thing you see is glowing blue eyes and a mouth full of sharp teeth and dripping black saliva. You stumble back partially in disgust at the sight and partially from fear. What happened to your friend?!

“Grrr…mine…you can’t…” His words are hardly decipherable, making you furrow your eyebrows in concern.

“Grim!”

He’s already descended into a rabid, feral monster. Your calls only anger him, and his eyes thin into needle thin slits. He bares his teeth again and you steel yourself.

Letting out a guttural roar, he pounces and you narrowly dodge and avoid getting shredded by jagged claws.

You will not lose your friend here. You can’t. Not when–

A fleeting vision flashed in your mind: pitch black ink surrounding your feet, before finally flowing away and hardening into a condensed mass. Your head immediately is wracked in red hot spasms, causing you to keel over in pain. What is…

Unfortunately, this leaves you open to Grim’s next strike, and his attack throws both of you off balance. The impact sends you into the grass and it’s only when your back hits a tree trunk that you shriek out loud. Your fragile medical gown is torn through by his claws, leaving bloody gashes upon your midsection.

The excruciating pain is enough for feverish tears to run down your cheeks and your vision to start blurring as Grim growls again, no doubt readying to finish what he started.

“G-Grim…”

Your vision darkens, and your world goes silent.

–

A heart wrenching scream rouses you awake.

“[FIRST]!!”

The sound of whistling wind blows in your ears and instinctively you shiver. As your eyes blearily crack open, a gray figure comes into focus.

Grim is hunched over you, shaking your body with tears in his eyes. The both of you seem to be…flying? What?

“Subject F and Y secured. Waiting for other units’ reports.” A cold robotic voice drones above you. You force your head up and see a tall robot donning armor and wielding a formidable looking oar like weapon. As your eyes adjusted against the strong breeze, you realized you and Grim were trapped in a steel cage.

In the distance, your ears faintly pick up explosions and deep rumbling.

“[FIRST]?!”

Both you and Grim turn to see Ace and Deuce gaping up at you from the forest floor below. You open your mouth, but your voice doesn’t come out.

“All targets have been secured. All units fall back and return.”

“No!” Grim yowls. “My henchman, they’re hurt! Someone, help–!!”

But his screeching goes unheeded by your stoney captors. And although you swear you hear familiar voices calling back, the robots are undeterred and whisk you both away easily.

The last thing you see is the shattered ruins of a barrier and a school left in burned pieces.

#yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twst #my works

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tenriver · 8 months

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tenriver au → an unexpected reunion

#dwedit #tenth doctor #river song #dr moon #cal #ten x river #tenriver #au #manip #gifset #mine

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imfoive · 1 month

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Crystal Bird - Chapter 5

Crown Prince! Chan x Princess (fem.) Genre: Royal au! Angst, Romance, Historical, hidden identity, slow-burn Warnings: mentions of blood, war, death, cursing, parental abuse, somewhat proofread WC: 8.4k A/N: It gets better, I promise! Feedback is always welcome, enjoy! ── MASTERLIST

Synopsis: The Crown Prince is saved by the Princess of a rival kingdom, and he swears his second life to his savior. A forbidden friendship no one knew of, grows deeper with every secret meeting. As the two are kept apart, memories of their sunset playdates by the serene river, begin blossoming into something beautiful. Cheeks blushed, stomach butterflies fluttered at the thought of each other. Years of yearning and imagining had only made them crave a sweeter reunion. And finally meeting at a Royal banquet, he could only stare at the now grown Princess, taken by her beauty, while she only watches as he gives his heart to the wrong princess.

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CHAPTER 5 ───────────────────

The warrior prince of Nightshade had finally found his princess, and for a fleeting moment, he could almost feel the intense worry that had gripped his heart over the years, begin to lift.

Yet, as quickly as the relief settled in, it was overtaken by another, more unsettling emotion.

Confusion.

Chris’ momentary happiness was cut short as he watched Princess Sienna bid farewell with a formal nod after their introduction. The light in his eye morphing into a panic as Sienna dipped for a low curtsy. Her arm gently nudged the second princess, who had been momentarily dazed, and they both began moving toward the next circle of nobles to greet.

The warrior prince’s eyes followed her form, before his attention shifted to Han. They exchanged a look that mirrored each other’s bewilderment, both clearly taken aback by the unexpected turn of events.

By the lack of acknowledgment.

But before Chris could voice his thoughts to his guard, he was approached by another young lady. She gazed at him with a blend of awe and trepidation and a bit of lingering fear.

“G-good evening, Prince Christopher. I am Alyssa Miller, daughter of Count Miller.” She introduced herself.

Chris stared at her for a moment, before giving her a curt nod. He had briefly met her and her father the evening before at dinner. But he didn’t care enough to recall her name. Yet, here she stood, clearly intrigued by the Nightshade prince, looking at him as if he were some animal in a zoo.

A brief silence settled between them. The young lady awkwardly fidgeted with her gloves, while Han eyed his stoic prince, void of any emotion on his face.

“Have you taken to the dance floor yet, Prince Christopher?” Alyssa continued, her rigid but shy demeanor stealing glances at the composed warrior.

“I have not.” Chris responded curtly.

“Would you like to—”

Her eyes faltered at the sight of the familiar pendant hanging on his neck, gaze narrowing. Something that did not go unnoticed by the defensive foreign prince.

Did she also recognize it? What was going on?

“First Princess Sienna had something just like this.” Her lips had thinned into a thoughtful smile, trying to recall that afternoon.

“My father had collected it on one of his journeys and I had gifted it to her myself during a birthday celebration—but she had lost it.”

Alyssa’s recount of the story was automatic, Chris didn’t even have to attempt to get it out of her.

He finally had a backstory of this crystal pendant, he knew what came next. From the vivid memories he swore not to forget, to Han’s detailed explanation of that day.

The Princess had lost it while saving him that afternoon.

Sienna had left the crystal bird for him to find.

The crown prince of Nightshade raised a brow, crossing his arm over his chest.

“How long has your father been on the King’s court?” Chris questioned.

His question caught Alyssa off guard, bringing her out of her memories, causing her to blink in surprise.

“Uh-um, ever since I was born. I used to play with the princesses when I was a child.” She confessed, her eyes drifting towards where Sienna and Y/N had been.

“...Though Princess Sienna doesn’t quite recall.” Alyssa added softly, her words piquing the interest of the stoic prince, his brows arching in curiosity.

This time Prince Christopher glanced back at Han, eyes subtly calling for the young guard to approach. Han quickly came to his prince’s side, a small smile playing on his lips.

“You must be thirsty, Lady Alyssa. My guard here will fetch you a drink.” The Prince said, his tone softer this time.

“Oh!— How can your personal guard do such a thing? There is no need.” Alyssa protested politely, stealing a glance at Han, who stood confident, a guard clearly of high rank.

“I insist.” Chris replied, attempting to be charming, a demeanor he rarely adopted.

“If you’re still hesitant, why don’t you come along, my lady. I can fetch my prince his drink instead.” Han suggested, his smile unwavering.

Alyssa appeared to be taken by the gentle smiles of these handsome yet mysterious foreign men, slowly nodding in agreement as Han gestures for her to lead the way. Christopher glanced at his guard once more, silently assigning a task.

The evening’s bustle grew louder as the nobles relaxed with more drinks, setting aside political discussions for idle gossip. And somehow Chris found himself wrapped up in it as well.

“You know, I was quite surprised the Nightshade Kingdom even accepted an invitation.” One of the older noble men addressed, looking towards Prince Christopher, who somehow found himself amongst them.

Without his guard to deflect them, Chris sighed inwardly, resigned to joining their conversation, humoring whatever they talked about.

“You don’t speak much do you, your highness?” Another young noble, evidently from the Elysium King’s court, added.

“I’m more of an observer.” Chris replied politely, finally asserting himself.

Count Miller, who Chris recalled from the previous night’s dinner, and Lady Alyssa’s father, let out a hearty laugh.

“Of course. Observing is what the Nightshade warriors are good at. Like predators looking for their prey. Uncivilized and ready to attack.” He chuckled, and the group amongst them bellowed out with their laughter as well.

The warrior prince’s brow twitched at the remark, his rigid posture prompting a few uncomfortable glances among the group. But he managed to hold his tongue.

Noticing the sudden tension, Count Miller patted the young noble besides him on the shoulder and turned to Chris with a grin.

“Surely my jest didn’t offend you Prince Christopher?” The look on his face felt taunting almost.

The other men glanced at the foreign prince with unease, their thoughts likely drifting to the notorious reputation of the Nightshade Kingdom.

“Of course not.” Chris replied with a smile, though his hands clenched in the pockets of his slacks.

The men chuckled in response, and some minutes later Prince Christopher seized the opportunity to excuse himself, citing the need for some fresh air.

He found himself in the back garden, one that he recalled seeing from his chambers at Ruby Hall. But the sight of pretty roses weren’t enough to calm his nerves. Anger was evident in his expression as he paced behind the hedges, muttering curses under his breath, his fingers tightening around the crystal bird pendant in an attempt to calm his nerves.

“A jest? Ridiculous.” He muttered through gritted teeth, frustration simmering beneath his calm exterior.

He was stewing in his anger, inhaling deeply to soothe the frustration. But the foreign prince’s brief moment of solitude was interrupted by approaching voices, pulling him back to reality.

Did he appear suspicious standing alone out here?

Quickly, he tucked his necklace into his vest and melted into the shadows of the hedges.

Yeah, definitely not suspicious. He chided himself silently.

“You’ve gotten really bold lately.” Lady Katherine’s voice carried, though hushed, with unmistakable anger as she dragged Y/N along by the wrist, her grip tight.

“How can you even speak out amongst them?” Lady Katherine continued her tirade.

Y/N glanced between her livid mother and her mother’s personal attendant.

She wasn’t sure herself.

What had come over her?

Y/N hadn’t intended to speak up, but witnessing the nobles’ mockery of the Nightshade warriors, even after Chan’s departure, had stirred something inside her.

A protectiveness that she guessed stemmed from her loyalty to a friendship she was too afraid to acknowledge, had led her to voice out her disapproval. Her legs automatically moved and she had found herself confronting the group of noble men.

“Speaking in favor of those wild beasts isn’t something fit for a princess.” Her mother admonished sharply.

There were those words again.

Fit for a princess.

The words echoed in Y/N’s mind, a constant reminder of the expectations and scrutiny that plagued her every move.

But why didn’t she feel like a princess?

Especially today.

Tonight on the day where she was supposedly one of the main character’s of the banquet. The night where she was finally introduced as the second princess of this nation.

She didn’t feel like a Princess at all.

And with Chan failing to recognize her this evening, she felt even less than. Y/N closed her eyes tightly for a brief moment, holding back the anger and hurt that simmered within her.

“My words were nothing but the truth. Surely you don’t believe belittling our honorable guests is acceptable? Besides I’ve asserted my power as second princess, you should be satisfied by my actions.” Y/N implored, her words hitting her mother like a challenge.

Lady Katherine stood momentarily speechless, visibly taken aback by her daughter’s defiance, the stubborn glint in her eyes. Things that were becoming too frequent.

Instead of responding, Katherine raised her hand as if to strike Y/N, a familiar threat when she couldn’t counter her daughter’s bold truths. Y/N closed her eyes, ready for the sting that came with it. However, the mother’s hand faltered at the sharp exclamation of her maid.

“My lady, you mustn’t! The princess is still recovering from yesterday’s bruises.” The old maid interjected urgently, prompting Lady Katherine to glance at Y/N’s cheek, concealed under fading makeup.

Her mother’s hand dropped to her side with a frustrated “tsk,” the sound resonating in the quiet night air.

“Have her maid take her back to her chambers, her wounds are becoming visible. I shouldn’t see her for the rest of the night.” Katherine spat, her words laced with displeasure, before turning sharply and stomping off toward the banquet hall.

The maid hesitated, caught between her duty and the tension in the air.

“S-stay here, Princess. I shall send for your maid.” She stammered, hurrying after Lady Katherine.

Finally left alone in the garden, silence stretched around Y/N. The second princess stood in her anger, shame, guilt, for a long while. She glanced around, feeling exposed and vulnerable.

The hiding warrior prince stood puzzled in the shadows, staring wide ahead into the night, suddenly uncertain of his next move. There was an uneasy feeling in his chest from whatever he had stumbled upon unknowingly.

Should he step out and confront the situation, or slip away into the hedges to find another route of escape from this awkward encounter?

But before he could ponder further, he heard her footsteps drawing closer, stopping just a few feet away from the shadows he had concealed himself in. He scrunched his face, praying she would not turn his way, hoping that she would just stomp off.

“Damn it.” She muttered, frustration evident in her voice as she ran a hand through her hair and sighed loudly.

Of course she doesn’t stomp off, the unmistakable sensation of being watched made her jolt, head swiftly turning towards the hedges. Y/N nearly gasped, hand clutching at her chest when she saw the Nightshade Prince step out of the dark bushes.

With a guilty expression plastered on his face, Chris cleared his throat awkwardly, searching for an excuse. He glanced around the garden attempting to come up with anything to say about his presence here. For hiding and ultimately eavesdropping.

“P-Prince Christopher!” Y/N blurted out, before regaining her composure quickly.

“Second Princess…” He addressed, her title still sounding strange and foreign no matter how aware of her existence he was.

“What are you doing here? Are you lost?” She asks, attempting to divert his attention, though it was clear he had overheard her earlier conversation with her mother.

Chris caught himself, pretending he wasn’t glued to the darkness but was talking a nightly stroll and simply stumbled across her path. His gaze flickered toward the direction Lady Katherine and her maid had disappeared, then settled back on Y/N.

“I was out for some air. The atmosphere inside is quite stifling for a wild beast.” Chris remarked casually, his tone laced with a sudden hint of amusement, to ease the awkward, stuffy mood.

Her breath hitched at his words, realizing he had overheard more than she intended. Quickly regaining composure, she bowed slightly.

“I apologize if what you have heard has offended you.”

“Oh? Were you ladies having a discussion about me?” Chris countered with a feigned innocence, his eyes flicking toward the path the two older women had taken, once again.

“Surely not.” Y/N lied with a practiced ease, mirroring his pretense.

“I was referring to Count Miller’s words back then.” She continued

Chris stood impressed by how adeptly the so-called Second Princess handled the situation, even though both were aware of the source of his subtle remarks.

“Do you not agree with Count Miller’s words as well? All of those nobles seemed to have quite a laugh at what he said. I’m sure it’s not different from what everyone here at Elysium believes to be true.” Chris pressed, a trace of frustration creeping into his voice.

“It’s common for the noble folk to mock and taunt others in the pretense of a joke. They do it amongst themselves all the time. If you heed into it, you’ll become an easy target. The best thing to do is treat them in the same way. Or, use your authority.” Y/N states, just like she had done before her mother dragged her out here.

Chris almost chuckled at her straightforwardness, but he maintained his stoic demeanor, studying her with intensity. For a weak princess who had been sheltered all her life, she was really bold. Her ideologies seemed to differ from those of the rest of the Elysium people he had encountered.

An eerily familiar feeling spreads through him.

The silence between them lingered briefly as he observed her, wondering who exactly was this second princess. But while the Nightshade Prince ponders in his thoughts, the second princess is battling her own feelings. A tug at her heart, the want to call out for her Chan.

“D-Do you believe we’ve met before, Prince Christopher?” Y/N interjected, breaking the quiet with a hint of uncertainty, hint of something else.

Chris raised an eyebrow, arms crossing over his chest.

“Is this some sort of flirty remark used in your Elysium Kingdom?” He teased lightly, watching for her reaction with a faint amusement.

One which he easily gets with her stunned gaze, and lips parting slightly in shock.

Composing herself, she dropped her gaze, her voice quieter. “You simply looked… familiar.”

Part of her wished he would recognize her, wished she would clear his misunderstanding. While another part accepted that his failure to do so was probably for the best.

“I have been in the White Mountains of the North for the past decade. It is highly unlikely we crossed paths, even more so for a Princess like yourself.” Chris replied, his demeanor returning to its usual composed state.

Her wonders of where he had disappeared, were finally answered.

Of course she had questions, she had many questions but her voice refused to come out, mind and heart battling with conflicted thoughts and emotions. Her mother’s warnings, her own doubts and self-deprecating thoughts clashing against her want to pull her once only true friend into an embrace.

Instead, she bowed her head.

“I must have made a mistake then.”

Chris softened slightly at the downturn of her expression, his brows easing as he stood upright. The familiar feeling gnawed at him. His heart hammered in his chest.

“Have you ever ventured to the deep end of the Grand Forest river, Princess?” Chris asked, his tone serious, his eyes holding a mixture of earnestness and concern.

A doubtful worry.

A desperate attempt.

Y/N froze, feeling the weight of his question. Stiffening at his awaiting figure before she slowly glanced up to meet his gaze, uncertain of how to respond truthfully.

“I have not.” She found herself lying, the words slipping out almost automatically.

All but a white lie. Her mind concluded.

Silence settled between them, and Chris took in a deep breath, finally coming to his own conclusion.

He crossed his arms, his gaze flickered over to the faint redness peeking through her makeup, the previous day’s bruise healing.

“How is it that a Princess is allowed to be treated in such a manner in your so-called ‘civilized’ society?” Chris questioned, his tone laced with a hint of bitterness.

Y/N raised a hand instinctively to cover her cheek, her head turning in the direction Lady Katherine had stomped off. Bringing her back to her harsh reality.

Once again, the second princess easily controlled her emotions, as she met his gaze. It was no big secret, Lady Katherine had always paraded around her status as the Second Elysium Princess’ mother. It wouldn’t be too long before the foreign guests were made aware of who she truly was.

What expression will Chan make when he finds out about her less-than royal status? She wondered.

“What you witnessed was a mother simply disciplining her child.” She explained, catching him off guard with her response.

His brows contorted in confusion, eyes squinting as he studied her face.

“Are you not the child of the King and Queen?” Chris asked, genuinely confused.

She looked just like the King. She shared lots of similar features with Princess Sienna, he would have never guessed they weren’t full sisters.

“I am the daughter of His Highness the King, and yes, the Queen is mother of all royal children. But the lady who bore me is Lady Katherine, my mother.” Y/N clarified, watching his reaction carefully.

Chris stared at Y/N, trying to process this unconventional family structure. Then, unexpectedly, he let out a mocking laugh.

“The King here runs around having his fun and bringing children into the world, yet your society calls us ‘uncivilized’?” Chris’ words pierced through Y/N, who glanced around quickly to see if anyone had heard his damning words.

“Worry not. There is no one around.” He reassured her, though his eyes involuntarily flicked towards the hedges where he had previously hidden.

“But I guess he still honors his Royal reputation, as you’ve still gotten a title and allowed you to reside on the palace grounds.” Chris mused aloud, while Y/N remained silent.

Everything Christopher had just said struck a nerve of truth. Both embarrassing and painfully true. Despite carrying the title of “Princess,” Y/N knew she could never truly embody it.

But of course a crown prince like himself would never be able to understand that.

“Is it not like that in Nightshade?” Her voice is quiet.

Chris crossed his arms, a half-smile playing on his lips. “We choose one Queen. We’re quite a romantic clan.” He proclaimed proudly, standing tall almost.

His words, though tinged with a hint of cockiness, answered many of Y/N’s unspoken questions. She bit her lip, wondering if he had made his choice.

She recalled the warmth in his eyes as he stared at Sienna. Would he have looked at her like that if she had stepped forward? If she had been bold enough to call him “Chan” right here, right now?

No.

He hadn’t looked at her at all.

He looked down at her because compared to a Sienna, she looked nothing like a princess.

Y/N’s eyes instinctively searched for the crystal bird pendant he had earlier displayed proudly, only to find it discreetly tucked away beneath the collar of his jacket.

But before she could ask about it, before she could perhaps convince herself to tell him about its origins, Chris’ head snapped toward the direction of the trail leading back to the banquet, his eyes narrowing.

“Someone is coming.” The Prince stated abruptly.

Immediately Y/N takes a step back, and seeing her do so, the confused prince is easily able to interpret her expression.

She did not want to be seen with him.

Of course, she was a Royal from Elysium, unlike his princess, she probably hated his kind, his people, like everyone else in this nation.

He sighed, retreating back into the hiding place among the shadows. Turning his head in an unbothered stance, his eyes met Han’s stunned gaze.

“My princess!” It was Anna’s voice, sent to escort Y/N back to her chambers as Lady Katherine had ordered.

The young girl hurried to guide her mistress through the dimly lit garden while Y/N stole one last glance at the hedges where the Warrior Prince had vanished. Emotions swirled within her.

Shame, embarrassment, sadness.

Regret.

“Why didn’t you come out sooner? It’s not polite to eavesdrop, you know?” Chris chided from the shadows once the two men were alone. As if he hadn't done the exact same thing.

“I would have, but it was quite difficult. The Second Princess had already seemed quite flustered after seeing you.” Han explained as they emerged, the Prince and his guard making their way down the garden path.

Chris glanced back briefly towards the direction the second princess had vanished into, her surprised expression, her narrowed gaze.

Suddenly he recalled the young lady who had approached him at the Queen’s palace the morning prior, the familiarity of her voice, her sharp gaze. He faltered in his steps.

“I guess we have met.” He muttered a tinge amused, garnering a look of curiosity from his guard.

The Prince shook his head, changing the topic.

“Did you find out why Princess Sienna didn’t recognize me? Or was she pretending because someone might have overheard?” Chris inquired, concern evident in his voice.

Han sighed, knowing his master had been eagerly anticipating a different outcome.

“Apparently, Princess Sienna was in a carriage accident in Melgarde. She was bedridden for quite some time.” Han revealed, his eyes reflecting Chris’ surprise and sadness.

The prince’s expression softened at such news. Although she was well now, as he had seen, she must have been in a great deal of pain.

“Lady Alyssa mentioned that Sienna struggled to recognize many of the young ladies here. It’s been years since she was last in this palace, and perhaps her injury and the long recovery that followed may have affected her memories of growing up here.” Han continued, observing Chris’ somber mood.

Chris was at a loss for words.

Why was fate so cruel?

He wanted to do nothing but reunite with the one girl that had always lingered in his mind, in his thoughts. Yet, here he was, unable to do any of that. Han placed his hand on the Prince’s shoulder, giving it a soft press.

“Worry not. Think of it as another opportunity. Another chance for you to reconnect with her, without any secrets or hiding of identities—And let’s be honest, now you’re much more charming and handsome, you’ll easily win her over.” Han teased, trying to lighten the mood.

“Was I not handsome and charming as a kid?”

Leave it to Chris to point out the negative side of things.

“You were quite scrawny and arrogant for your age back then. It was very easy to carry you too.” Han answered honestly, prompting a scoff from Chris, but he couldn’t refute.

“Let’s return before they suspect we’re up to something.” Chris muttered, the two men heading back towards the festivities, leaving behind the quiet garden and the tumultuous emotions that had stirred in its midst. ──────────────────────── Y/N stared at her reflection in the tall mirror. Her cheeks remained flushed, the redness lingering even after she had scrubbed away all her makeup. Embarrassment surged anew. She hadn’t expected to encounter the Warrior Prince, let alone for him to see her in such a disheveled state.

To laugh at her rank.

Now he knew her true status.

How lowly she was compared to Princess Sienna, how plain she must have seemed in his eyes. He might not have even considered her a princess before her introduction, and he hadn’t acknowledged her presence back then either.

Tears pricked at her eyes, catching the dim light of her chambers. His words echoed in her mind, his question about the forest, the place where they had met.

She had lied straight to his face.

And now she cried.

Should she have confessed the truth? That the girl he thought of as a dear friend was nothing but a lowly princess, unworthy to stand beside him, let alone befriend him?

Chris had once wondered how his princess would react upon discovering his princely identity. He had reassured himself that there was nothing to worry about. In the cold mountains of the north, he had come to that conclusion.

But clearly, he was wrong.

Instead the sharp Elysium princess took a deep breath, wiping her tears away and finding the strength she always used to hide her pain.

She had made the right decision.

It was nothing but a white lie.

Yes. A lie that would preserve her cherished memories of Chan, who had sought only her company and celebrated only her birthday. Looked at only her.

A lie that would shield her from her heart shattering into a million tiny pieces.

Prior to the arrival of the foreign envoys, the King’s Mistress had warned her daughter to stay cautious of the Nightshade Kingdom and their representatives. Yet, the Queen had declared that the second princess would become an unofficial host to the princes, particularly the Warrior Prince, an excuse that would keep him at arm’s length from her own daughter.

Of course, none of it went unnoticed by the cautious second princess, who wanted to do nothing more than avoid her childhood friend. The childhood friend who suddenly didn’t remind her of the scrawny, innocent boy anymore. Instead, she saw what everyone else did.

A commanding presence with keen eyes and curt words, a no-nonsense young man. Handsome and mysterious.

If Y/N hadn’t glimpsed a tinge of his playful side in the garden that evening, she might have never seen a trace of Chan in him, although his words and demeanor had still remained guarded and brusque even in the presence of them two that night.

But still the lowly princess struggled. Y/N could not separate Chris from Chan, and the pain of it cut deep.

She was unsure of what she had expected.

She had denied being the young princess who once visited their special spot by the river, the one who frequented The Grand Forest. She had let him misunderstand her, yet she couldn’t help but gnaw at her lips as she watched Chris, a smile lingering on his lips, his tone smooth and engaging, a stark contrast to the bluntness he had used with her, when he greeted Sienna.

An emotion simmered within her, elusive and overwhelming. But before it could consume her in the midst of the gathering, she was jolted back to reality by Prince Ian’s loud, carefree laughter. His loud chuckle of carried with the wind.

The royals were gathered at the table, basking in the afternoon warmth of a luncheon hosted in name by Princess Sienna. In truth, her day-younger sister had done the actual preparations. Sienna had not denied it this time. Perhaps, the Queen had given her a stern warning following Sienna’s previous defiance of her wishes the night of the royal dinner.

Although everyone smiled and engaged in conversation, an unspoken tension hung in the air. Sienna hesitated to glance at the foreign princes, either due to unfamiliarity with the situation or lingering childhood lessons about staying wary of Nightshade warriors.

The first princess aside, even the Elysium Crown Prince seemed cautious of the Warrior Prince across from him, yet avoiding meaningful conversation with Prince Hyunjin, who wasn’t important enough for Ian’s attention.

The two crown princes exchanged discussions about politics and current events, probing each other’s nations’ positions through sweet talks.

And even if Prince Ian didn’t quite fill in his title as Crown Prince, Chris could easily tell he was a weasel. a schemer, gathering secrets to use for his own advantage when he saw fit.

Of course, he was his father’s son after all.

Yet, the second princess sat frustrated amongst them. Although Sienna made an excellent princess, with her graceful and generous nature, perfectly embodying an Elysium royal, she lacked the skills to entertain any political conversations, let alone foreign delegates. Perhaps the Queen mother must have noticed it as well, seeing as she ordered for Princess Y/N to be practically glued to the first princess, whenever it came to Sienna interacting with these foreign royals. Aiding her from the shadows.

A place Y/N had never left to begin with.

Amidst her emotional turmoil and recent heartache, Y/N only wished she could escape this gathering. She feared that Chan might catch her stealing glances and misunderstand her longing gaze.

Why shouldn’t he? She had denied any childhood connection with him.

Conflicted and uncertain, Y/N managed to keep her feelings in check. She turned her attention to the Sylvancrest prince, engaging him with genuine interest in tales of his voyages to distract herself from Prince Christopher and the Nightshade matters. Yet, as she laughed softly at something he said, she felt the intense gaze of the Warrior Prince upon her. Despite her attempts to dismiss it as coincidence, his eyes lingered, studying her.

When she looked up to meet his gaze, his eyes quickly softened and looked away, as if it were an accident. Moments later, his gaze shifted to Sienna, who was conversing with the Princess-consort. This time, his expression was gentle, even if his glance was fleeting.

Y/N couldn’t really blame anyone, even if she wanted to. Sienna had never confirmed that she was Chan’s childhood friend, she had merely been captivated by the crystal bird hanging around his neck. Perhaps it gave her a glimpse back to her memory from that day.

But her simple acknowledgment of it seemed to be enough for a friend desperate to reunite with her like they had once promised.

The very bird that had once belonged to Sienna herself.

Despite Y/N’s efforts to plant seeds of denial, Sienna’s inability to recall details of their shared childhood in the capital felt like one of the cruelest coincidences of all.

What a harsh twist of fate. ────────��─────────────── The leader of the Midnight Order found himself facing new and unexpected challenges. For years, he had navigated the night with ease, slipping through shadows without fear of detection. Yet despite the rigorous training he’d undergone in the harsh Northern Mountains, he was ill-prepared for the complexities of foreign terrain. To make matters worse, the Kingdom of Elysium was a vibrant and restless realm, alive with activity even after dark.

However, as the leader and sole shadow protector of his band of Midnight warriors accompanying his prince to this foreign kingdom, Minho was well-versed in completing his tasks with precision. By the time the palace was shrouded in the deep darkness that marked the end of the day, after enduring a long day of hearing Prince Ian boast about his prowess with sword and bow, Crown Prince Christopher knew upon seeing Minho in the darkness of his chambers that his warrior had discovered something significant.

Han stood guard, though it was more a precaution than a necessity, as the three warriors in the room had finely tuned hearing, honed over years of training.

“The elite nobles of the Elysium King’s court have been making frequent visits to his throne room.” Minho reported quietly.

“Sometimes they even venture into the king's official study, despite all the revelry. These visits often stretch late into the night.”

Something was definitely amiss, and the Nightshade Prince felt a simmering anger as he grappled with the mystery behind it all. Worry crept in, fueling his unease about the schemes the Elysium royals and nobles might be plotting. He recalled the jabs Count Miller had made during the banquet and the palpable hostility from Prince Ian. He even remembered the way Sienna had avoided looking at him.

Had she begun to hate him?

Did the years spent apart reshape her perspective, so that she no longer saw Nightshade as a nation with its own traditions and history? Instead as an enemy?

Was she afraid of him?

Minho’s sharp, low voice pulled Chris from his troubling thoughts.

“I will continue to monitor the situation. However, I suspect the Elysium Queen has more influence on what is happening than she admits.”

Han’s brows furrowed as he tried to recall any signs of underlying tensions from the Queen. All he remembered were her pleasant smiles as she clung to the king’s arm during the rare glimpses he had of her.

Chris leaned back in his seat, eyes fixed on the Midnight leader.

“She’s embedded her own people everywhere, keeping a watchful eye from the comfort of her parlor. I’ve already seen a few familiar faces slipping in and out of her palace.”

It wasn’t surprising to Chris. He had long suspected that the Queen was more than just her gracious demeanor and generous words. If the King’s mistress could cause trouble and strike the second princess, surely the Queen was capable of far more.

For a fleeting moment, Chris’ thoughts drifted back to the second princess. To her surprised expression when he saw her in the garden that evening, the red flush on her cheeks from her mother’s “discipline.”

He suddenly remembered her stepping away from him, afraid someone might see her engaging in a conversation with him. Perhaps, looking down on him.

The warrior prince remembered her soft giggle. The one that had caught his attention amidst his conversation at the luncheon earlier that day. Watching as her eyes crinkled, fingers masking her lips to muffle the delicate sound that came through.

His hand reached towards the crystal bird necklace, gripping it softly in his palms as he bit the inside of his cheek, frustrated.

Why was he suddenly fixating on a princess he hadn’t known about until a few days ago?

Chris found the distraction unsettling and did not like it at all.

Her presence irked him.

Although the Nightshade Prince noticed that the second princess’s eyes always narrowed into a scowl whenever she thought he wasn’t looking, he couldn’t help but feel irritated.

The feeling was mutual it seemed.

After every encounter, Y/N’s stern tone and narrowed brows didn’t escape the observant prince.

Unlike Sienna, who perpetually wore a warm smile and exuded a gentle, welcoming demeanor, Y/N was unflinchingly forthright. Her candidness was striking and at first, it even impressed Chris, especially when she added her voice to the complex debates among the princes. However, her views always seemed to oppose his, as if she were deliberately contradicting him.

It was clear she didn’t like him. (He was mistaken, of course.)

What the keen eyed Warrior Prince failed to see was that Y/N was, in fact, reflecting his own opinions in her way, articulating thoughts he would come to later.

If she made a controversial statement, the room would dismiss it as the naive blunders of a young lady unfamiliar with politics. A princess from Elysium would never publicly criticize her own nation. Especially a lowly princess like herself.

But if Chris, the crown prince of a rival kingdom, had expressed similar sentiments, the reaction would have been different. Harsh words and accusations would fly, tarnishing his reputation and insulting his people. Calling him uncivilized.

In reality, the second princess was always on his side, even if she told herself to keep her distance until it was time for him to leave.

She would pretend their childhood friendship had ended with his cheesy, dimpled smile and promises of a reunion that carried with that summer breeze in the Grand Forest, was the last memory she had of him.

But fate seemed to have other plans.

She continually found herself drawn into Prince Christopher’s orbit.

Y/N’s thoughts were interrupted as she gazed at the novel in Anna’s hand. The young maid’s face was alight with excitement as she held it out.

“I finally managed to snag it for you, my lady.” Anna said, her enthusiasm evident.

Despite her usual disapproval of the princess’s obsession with romantic tales, Anna was always one step ahead in securing these stories for Y/N.

Y/N took the book, her emotions shifting as she held it. The love stories within had become an escape from her bleak reality, fueling dreams that suddenly felt unattainable for someone like her.

She was royalty, but not royal enough . A princess, yes, but one often overlooked and forgotten.

Such stories of perfect love seemed forever out of reach now.

“Princess?” Anna’s bright eyes, brimming with hope, were impossible to ignore.

Even though the young maid pretended to be indifferent to these tales, she always listened intently as Y/N recounted them.

With a resigned sigh, Y/N accepted the novel, slipping once more into the realm of impossible happiness. ──────────────────────── The founding day celebrations had been postponed to coincide with the grand wedding of the Elysium Crown Prince and his future consort. Yet, the festivities seemed endless. Chris gazed out of the large window, which framed a perfect view of the rose garden, and immediately noticed a figure that seemed both out of place and captivating.

Y/N.

She was seated under the gazebo, lost in the pages of a novel, her afternoon dress casual yet elegant.

When Chris had first discovered that his room overlooked the rose garden, he hadn’t paid it much attention. But seeing her there, so absorbed in her book, a wave of distraction washed over him before he swiftly composed himself and drew the curtains closed.

The following day, at the same time, with the sun still high and the warm afternoon breeze flowing through the garden, she was there again, holding the same novel.

Chris found his curiosity piqued. Yet, agitated at the same time.

What could be so enthralling about that book that it drew her out again? She looked so at peace now but earlier she had crossed him over a discussion at the library.

On the third day, it was as if he had been expecting her. The new memory of their encounter earlier that day lingered bitterly, her deliberate avoidance still fresh in his mind. Her curt dismissal had stung his pride, yet the warrior prince found himself inexplicably drawn to observing her from the windowpane.

Han had been talking about yet another celebratory dinner, but Chris remained silent, his gaze fixed on her in the distance.

Did she realize how much she irritated him? Her aloof and sometimes sharp demeanor, her lack of deference, all irked him.

Did she know how beautiful she was?

The way her brows furrowed in concentration, her fingers absentmindedly toying with the earring on her lobe. Subtle gestures that were just enough to capture the Nightshade prince’s attention.

Chris’ eyes traced the contours of her figure as she sat elegantly, yet casually, at the garden table. But as quickly as his gaze lingered, they were cast downward.

Damn, he was doing it again.

Staring.

What was wrong with him?

He chastised himself for the impropriety of his thoughts and the rudeness of watching a princess lost in her own world.

He should have been thinking about Sienna. He should be thinking about her sweet smile, her soft voice that reintroduced him to a familiar dessert they’d shared in the quiet of the forest as children. Her apology when she noticed that he was upset by what her sister had said.

Chris glanced to his right, finding Han waiting for a response to a question he hadn’t fully heard. Something about another royal dinner, as if the numerous gatherings he’d attended since arriving hadn’t been enough.

“It seems Elysium revels in fanfare and celebrations.” The Nightshade Crown Prince chuckled, pulling the curtains shut.

Han hummed in agreement.

“Yes. Even Minho is exhausted. The palace grounds are bustling day and night, with no respite for him to wander in the dark.”

Chris recalled how Minho had been in and out of his room all night, avoiding patrol guards, and how he nearly tackled the poor warrior the first time he snuck in.

But, despite all the criticism and his reservations, not all these events were unwelcome.

They provided glimpses of Sienna, giving Chris hope for a chance to exchange words and be enchanted by her smile. Perhaps help her remember some of the things they enjoyed laughing about as children. Lately, however, wherever Sienna went, Y/N followed.

The second princess, almost her exact opposite in grace and demeanor.

Chris scowled at the closed window, a sour taste in his mouth.

“Prince Ian wants you to join him in the garden this afternoon. Apparently, he wants to show off his archery skills.” Han said with a hint of amusement, leaning back onto the wood of the grand door.

Chris frowned at the mention of the garden, the very place where Y/N was currently sitting.

“Send an attendant. I’ll be delayed.” He dismissed with a groan, sinking back into his recliner. He had no interest in engaging in passive-aggressive conversation with the second princess, or in witnessing Ian’s mediocre archery skills.

But Chris hadn’t been able to stay away, despite his best efforts.

As he arrived at the garden, he found the atmosphere tense and charged with unease. Prince Hyunjin was absent, leaving only the Crown Prince Ian, the two princesses, and a young Nightshade warrior in training.

Prince Christopher’s attendant.

The young boy stood rooted in place, eyes on the ground, visibly terrified.

Ian had grown up under his father’s shadow, inheriting not only the title of Crown Prince, but also a sense of superiority and disdain for those he deemed beneath him. At the academy, he had developed a cruel pastime, using his archery skills to intimidate and humiliate others. What began with targeting fruits and inanimate objects had escalated to using live targets. Servants, humble nobles, anyone he felt he could dominate.

And now, in the pretense of afternoon tea, Ian was showcasing his skill with a bow and arrow. His target, already picked out. He was showing off, and had been goading Chris’ young aide, a warrior in training who seemed weaker compared to the seasoned soldiers.

Even Ian’s choice of target revealed his own inadequacies as an archer, highlighting how pathetic his skills truly were.

The Elysium Prince’s taunts were laced with condescension and veiled threats, masking his unchecked power with laughter and mockery. Sienna, watched in silence, troubled by Ian’s behavior, while Y/N struggled to contain her anger at the blatant injustice.

The foreign warrior prince and his guard watched in disbelief as the scene unfolded.

“Usually, a bow and arrow are used to protect people. But here, the traditions seem different,” Chris remarked, his anger barely concealed behind a veneer of calm.

Ian’s expression soured. “Don’t be such a downer. He’s just an attendant.” He retorted nonchalantly, his dismissive tone making Chris’ gaze narrow.

“Then use me as the target. He’s just my attendant after all.” Chris challenged, aware that Ian would never risk breaching the peace agreement by aiming at him.

If Ian dared and attempted to draw an arrow at him, Minho or Han would intervene before he could react. Han’s fingers hovered over the hilt of his sword, ready to act.

Sienna gripped Y/N’s hand tightly, her face a mask of fear and worry as the sudden tension mounted. A silence fell between the two crown princes until Ian grunted in concession.

“Fine then.” He said, scanning the area and locking eyes with a young attendant among his own servants. “You, get over here.”

Another young boy froze, wide-eyed and trembling. This time the second princess couldn’t hold her tongue, unable to stay silent any longer. Slowly, she made her way to the two young men, her legs moving on their own. Sienna watched with a look of concern, hoping her justice-driven sister wouldn’t act recklessly.

“Brother, you shouldn’t cause such a scene.” Y/N finally interjected, her voice steady despite the palpable tension.

“The Nightshade Prince doesn’t seem comfortable with this game.”

Ian’s eyes flashed with irritation at Y/N’s interruption. He glanced at Sienna and then at the second princess, who seemed to be forgetting her place.

The Elysium crown prince laughed, his tone mocking.

“Fine then, why don’t you play with me, my dear sister?”

Y/N stiffened, suddenly caught off guard by the Prince’s audacity. Sienna stood up, shocked by his words, while Chris wondered if such behavior was common among the royals here.

And they called his country barbaric.

“Surely you’re not serious?” Sienna exclaimed, horror evident as she looked between her siblings.

“It’s just a friendly game between siblings.” Ian taunted with a sinister grin. “Isn’t it?”

“I accept your challenge.” Y/N declared firmly, though her hands trembled as she clutched her dress.

“Princess Y/N, you don’t have to.” Chris finally interjected, stepping forward.

“Ian, this isn’t necessary.” He said, his voice calm but firm.

Nothing about this situation was sane. Even the second princess, who Chris thought would be level headed, proved to be prideful and stubborn.

But Y/N, with a boldness that surprised even herself, stood her ground.

“It’s just a friendly game between siblings.” She insisted, her gaze unwavering despite knowing the potential consequences of defiance.

Chris glanced around the courtyard, his eyes narrowing as he observed the absurdity unfolding before him.

Prince Ian, standing with a bow in hand and a smirk on his face that exuded arrogance. While Princess Y/N, stood a few paces away, appeared both defiant and uncomfortable.

Han stood frozen, shock evident on his face as he exchanged glances with his frustrated Prince.

“You’re too short. Place it on your shoulder.” Prince Ian taunted, gesturing toward the apple in Y/N’s slightly trembling hands.

The stubborn princess straightened her back, determination in her gaze. With a forced smile, she placed the apple on her shoulder, trying to balance it as best she could.

Ian smirked triumphantly, drawing the bowstring taut. The tension in the air was palpable as everyone held their breath, acutely aware of Ian’s skill with a bow but also the wrongness of the situation.

Chris felt a surge of anger. His patience snapping as he glared at Prince Ian.

“This must be a joke.” Chris muttered, shifting his gaze between Ian and the silent Sienna, who refused to meet his eyes.

“Prince Ian, this is not—”

The arrow sliced through the air, cutting his words short before striking the apple cleanly and embedding itself into the tree behind Y/N. The second princess flinched. A sudden yelp escaped her lips as her hand instinctively went to her shoulder where the arrow had grazed her skin.

“You distracted me, Prince Christopher.” Ian snapped, sucking his teeth, lowering his bow and turning a challenging glare towards Chris.

“Y/N!” Sienna’s voice erupted amidst the tension.

Chris took a step forward, frustration simmering beneath the surface.

“This wasn’t a jest, Ian. You could have seriously hurt her.”

Ian’s expression darkened, wounded pride evident in his retort.

“It was just a game.” He said dismissively, waving off Chris’ concern.

The hurt princess winced slightly as she withdrew her hand from her shoulder, revealing bloodied fingers from where the arrow had grazed her. Sienna rushed forward, concern etched on her face as she examined Y/N’s injury.

“I-It’s just a small nick.” Y/N assured her sister with a strained smile, though her discomfort was clear.

Sienna bit her lip, suddenly unsure of how to address the situation in front of the guests, in front of the servants and the foreign attendants, not wanting to escalate matters.

“Tsk. The sight of blood has fouled my mood.” Ian grumbled, setting down his bow with evident annoyance, while Chris shot him a frustrated look.

“You’re just a guest here, Christopher. Don’t overstep your bounds.” Ian’s tone was laced with irritation.

The Warrior Prince clenched his jaw, fists tightening at his sides. He had respected Ian as a prince and a future leader of Elysium, but in that moment, he saw only a bully hiding behind his title.

The Crown Prince made a swift exit, leaving his sister to handle the aftermath.

Chris stood in his own silence after the Prince’s quick return. Inhaling sharply as he crossed his arms against his chest and took slow, deliberate steps towards the princesses.

“So this was the ‘friendly game’ between siblings?” He raised an eyebrow, disappointment and frustration clear in his eyes as he looked at Sienna, who had done nothing to prevent the situation.

He had expected at least her to say something. Even if both her siblings appeared to be insane, Sienna should have said something. But Chris’ gaze faltered, seeing Y/N scowl at him, even amidst her clear pain, a scowl that seemed so familiar to him now.

“I advise you to keep these sarcastic remarks to yourself, Prince Christopher. It was nothing but a mistake.” Y/N interjected before Sienna could even begin to come up with something to say.

Chris’ gaze shifted to the injured but still defiant second princess, who took a sudden small step back under his cold scrutiny. The bravery she had shown moments ago had suddenly crumbled under his stern stare. He remained silent, looking between her faltering eyes and the hand covering her injured shoulder. She seemed vulnerable, a small bunny trembling under his gaze.

His brows narrowed, another surge of frustration and anger simmering within him. But he clenched his fist, composing himself.

“The second princess claims to be fine. It’s just a small misunderstanding, Prince Christopher.” Sienna sighed softly, shielding her younger sister.

Chris exhaled, his gaze falling to the ground before he spoke.

“If Princess Sienna says so.” He finally said, his voice softening as he nodded at the first princess.

Then his eyes shifted back to the second princess, turning colder as he looked at her.

Y/N’s chest tightened with a mix of hurt and disappointment. Chan’s disapproving look cut through her defenses, making her feel exposed and vulnerable, more so than the small nick on her shoulder ever could.

Y/N was ruining herself in his eyes, and it was a torment far worse than the physical pain.

It didn’t feel like a simple white lie anymore. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ to be continued.

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