#i'll be back tomorrow with royalty!

[starflungwaddledee]

kirbytober 2023 02 + 04: starlight + pink

was originally waiting until 06, but noticed these two prompts and realised they work pretty perfectly for my pink starlight themed waddle dee-- and it's waddle dee wednesday!-- so here's a quick one for today!

[lolita-lollipop]

Iron

YANDERE BARBARIAN BAKUGO X READER

The king of the most violent and powerful tribe in the eastern world is captured during battle by a small farmers village. What does a violent man like katsuki bakugo do upon meeting a kind servant girl like you?

WARNINGS: reader gets hurt by villagers (bakugo saves her)

He couldn't remember how long he had been here, he just knew it was cold, dark, unsanitary, and painful. He remembered the battle that put him here, getting shot with a poison-laced arrow, feinting on the field. Heh. imagine it, the great barbarian Bakugo, the children's slayer, the village burner, the soldier slaughterer falling because of one puny arrow from one puny kingdom. When he first had woken up he could feel the slick of his blood under him mixed with the dirt and grime of the cell, he had giant iron cuffs wrapping his wrists and legs, binding him to the floor. He couldn't blame these people, truly, they knew that once he woke up if he were to get out they were all as good as slaughtered.

It was a small stone dungeon, with only a couple of stalls, he occupying one of them. There was a small barred window, along with a wall of iron bars serving as protection from him and the rest of the world. Iron, he hated the stuff, and banned it from his country, it burned him, burned his people. There was a thick, damp smell of blood and rust, a musty smell he could easily recognize as death. He would carve every person in this building up, then burn every building in the village, and he would let the fire spread to their fields and watch as their lives work shrivels up into ash. But for now, He would wait for the perfect time to strike, all he could do was wait really, watch the guard rotation, see which ones were talkative, and which ones were cruel.

Many of the guards would beat him, carve his skin, and watch him bleed, they know of all the gruesome things he has done to so very many people, and supposedly the bastards feel some kind of idiotic vengeance or justice for those people. They would pay in the long run, who exactly do they think they are? he is a king, royalty, the highest of the highest, the strongest too. If he doesn't kill them his people will, they'll see. All the king could do was watch, wait, and plot the splattering of this village.

That was, until you came along.

Little you, in your flowy little skirt that was all torn up, with no shoes and a dirt-covered face. Little you with your oh-so-innocent smile, and your callused hands. Little you with your malnourished body, frail and sickly. Little you, who had no idea who he was. Little you who snuck in when no guard was on duty, a small bowl of soup in your hands, and a cup of water.

“I-im sorry that this is all I have, I know you haven't eaten in a long time I just- I’ll have more tomorrow” you whispered, and he swore he fell in love right then and there, you were too frail, too weak to be giving out food that you surely needed. Yet here you were, shakily handing him the bowl and the cup. He stared at you for a solid second, not even his own mother was this selfless, and you don't even know him. Who were you? You did not seem like aristocracy, too kind, maybe a farmer? Maybe a maid, a servant even.

He hadn't realized how hungry he was, not until the entire bowl and cup were gone, and he was left to stare at you. You were ethereal, dirt-covered and all, your eyes, your hair, your hands, everything, absolutely stunning. You had a look in your eyes. Something hungry and fearful told him that you were not happy, not safe and sound, not as you should be.

“I don't have anything to treat your wound, but- I'm sorry. Nobody should be treated this way, not even prisoners. I'll be back tomorrow, please don't tell the guards that I've done this. They will kill me.” you whispered, cautiously reaching to grab the glassware from his grip, waiting to see if he would snap at you. He didn't, only stared, grunting in response to your plea. You stared back with those sympathetic globes of yours, as if you could see the anger in his soul. Before turning on your heel, and quietly sneaking out of the dungeon room, you gave him one last glance before disappearing.

He was left in the quiet, in the cold, falling head over heels in love with you, a mere human. A peasant at that. Strange. You were too sweet, too kind, you clearly needed the food, clearly were starving and malnourished, yet you still stood here and offered your only food to him, a prisoner of war, you were so sweet. So kind. His people were not like you, they were not soft or sweet, he loved them for it, but you, oh you. You were soft and supple and sweet andso sickeningly kind. He would protect you, he has too.

The next couple of nights went similarly, you sneaking in during the dead hours following midnight with varying foods, sometimes a stale loaf of bread with milk, sometimes some leafy soup and water. He was grateful every time, thankful that he wasn't starving, still burning with absolute rage towards the mere peasants who believed that they could contain him. But you, in the very few days that he had known you, had wormed your way into his heart with your soft hands and pretty smile.

He can just imagine you adorned in stolen jewels and furs, dressed in the finest silk, or better, the clothes of his people. something soft like you, something pretty and supple and shiny and light. Something that reflects you, he would take you out of those rags, clean you up, teach you what luxury truly is. and you wouldnt have to lift a finger. he dreamed about your future everyday that you would visit, asking your favorite color or season or jewel.

That was, until you stopped showing up. No more quiet hours gazing at each other, no more shared food and drink, no more listening to you quietly talk about your life, no more sympathetic glances, no more questions about him from you, no more answers from him. It was like you had disappeared entirely, and back to his old routine of watching and observing the guards had begun once more. He had to admit it kind of hurt, having the only good thing here disappear entirely, he resented this place more, resented you.

He hated you, how could you leave him? You, a servant girl abandoning a king. Funny, hilarious, he sat in a pool of blood and hatred thinking about you, about this town, about the people who put him here, who chained him to the floor and watched him bleed out, this city will burn. And burn and burn and burn and burn and burn, his people would tear it apart until it was nothing but ash and blood-

What tore him out of his internal monologue was a pained scream, but not just anybody, he didn't know anybody in the town, it was yours. With that whispery rasp that you had from overexertion, and that neverending fear that dripped from your tone. He stood up to stare through the small window, only to see you on the ground, surrounded by many people, all bigger and stronger than you, yelling and screaming.

“It's her, the traitor!”

“She has been feeding the enemy, treason, treason I say!”

“She should be beheaded, the traitor.”

You let another scream ring out through the town center as one of the men brought their boot down on your bare foot, he could hear the crunch followed by another scream. The first kick sparked more from other men as they brought their feet down on frail little ou, you slowly reverted into a fetal position, lying in the dirt as they beat you relentlessly. He saw red, crimson blinding him and overflowing all of his senses. How could they? You did nothing, you knew nothing. You were just a sweet, innocent little human who knew no better, who were they to punish you, to beat you so cruelly? You were thin and frail and he could hear each one of your bones cracking and breaking into pieces.

He saw bright ruby red, anger wasn’t the word, absolute rage is a better way to put it.

Red red red red red red red red red

He didn't even realize he had broken from his chains till his legs were moving,

Red

He didn’t even feel the burn of the iron till the bars holding him were bent out of shape and twisted

Red

He didn’t realize they were all dead till his hands were stained with that bright crimson color he loved so much- you guessed it, red

He killed them all, so painfully, knuckles crunching skulls and tearing off limbs, pulling people apart faster than any wolf or bear could even try to. The thrill of freedom mixed with rage and pure anger let him revert to the ways of his homeland, back to the thrilling violence and electrifying feeling of tearing another apart. He enjoyed it, enjoyed tearing them limb from limb and watching them bleed as they had done to him. He cackled as they screamed in terror, relishing in their fear.

You watched deliriously, you had lost too much blood in too short of a time, and you were positive that you had many many broken bones, pain overcame you as you watched the bloodshed in front of you, your vision was blurry and shaking but you could tell that somebody was strong, and enjoying violence. Fear budded in the back of your brain, he was enjoying this, enjoying their pain, he would hurt you just the same, kill you, and relish in it.

You hadn’t known who he was, you swore to the village leaders, swore that you just felt bad for the poor starving man in the dungeons who seemed to gentle and sweet, they hadn’t cared. You were to be burned or drowned or noosed they said. But a death like this, at the hand of a man you had been fooled to be sweet? That was worse. Oh god, oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god you were going to die

Your breath became shallow, both because of what was surely a punctured lung, but also because of the slowly approaching footsteps crunching on the dirt. A small whimper escaped you as the figure towered over you, and your hands came up to shield your face from the blow that was surely to come.

But Instead of a painful ending blow, arms wrapped under you and hoisted you up, you never realized how tall this man was. Naturally, you curled into his warmth and tried not to think about how sticky his hands were with blood. your breath hitched as he squeezed you closer with calloused rough hands. Tears washed down your face, you were quivering, shaking in fear.

“P-please-“ you quivered out. Hand moving up to push him away, your statement had many meanings, to beg for your life, to beg him to put you down, to beg him to leave you and your village alone, to beg him to forgive you. He stared down at you with crimson eyes, a sudden softness overcoming them, more than he thought he could have.

“Don’t you worry baby,

I’ll take good care of ya”

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Cute

Anyway enjoy, I noticed a lack of barbarian bakugo content on here so I figured I would add some fuel to the fire.

Love you all, make sure to have a great day!

[hannieehaee]

them accidentally ditching you on your bday pt. 2 - hhu

content: angsty, gender neutral, established relationship, conflict resolution, direct continuation to this, fluff, happy ending, etc.

part 1

wc: 3889

a/n: literally so many ppl requested thisjhdf im glad u guys liked it!! im working on vu and pu versions for this rn btw <3

masterlist

seungcheol -

seungcheol sat there for a minute or so, simply pondering at what had just happened. it was 100% his fault, that was something he was very well aware of. he knew that it had simply slipped his mind, but that did not wipe away the hurt he saw in your eyes upon entering your shared apartment. knowing that you had been waiting for him all day made him feel like an asshole. he couldn't believe that he had forgotten about your birthday even upon coming home at midnight the night prior. he felt like such a hypocrite, always whining at people to give him royalty treatment on his birthday but absolutely ignoring you during yours. you, his most favorite person.

he felt hurt that you had decided to spend the night with some friends, instead of in the arms of your boyfriend, but he understood. this was what he deserved. god knew that he wouldve pulled out all the dramatics if you had done the same to him, which was why he was now at a standstill, not knowing what he should do. he wanted to see you so badly, get on his knees and apologize, letting you know over and over again that you were the most vital person in his life and that forgetting you was something that not even he could forgive himself for.

now, he could've sat there and lamented himself over his stupid mistake, or he could run after you before you made it out of the building. he did not want you going to bed angry, or much worse, sad, so he picked the latter and got off his ass to chase after you, not caring about his current exhaustion as he took the stairs rather than the elevator in order to be able to catch up to you before you made it to your car.

luckily for him, he was able to catch you just as you stepped out of the elevator (having ran down five flights of stairs and almost injuring himself in the process), completely unsuspecting to his sudden ambush. he hadn't noticed until now, but you had dressed up, clearly ready to go clubbing or partying with your friends. he felt bad to get in the way of your plans. no, he felt horrible to accidentally ditch you and then ruin your plans. but he needed to at least try and make amends. he knew that if this were him, he'd want you to try and make it up to him.

you jumped back a bit at seungcheol's sudden apparition as you rounded the corner upon exiting the elevator, seemingly not having expected him to come after you.

"cheol, what are you doing?", you didn't seem mad, but your tone let him know you were clearly not content with him.

okay, he didn't think as far as this. his main goal was just to convince you to stay, then he would come up with a way to make it up to you.

"baby, i ... i'm so sorry. i know how hypocritical this is coming from me. i never meant to forget, you know that! there's nothing i can do to make up for having forgotten about you today, but please, please let me try."

"cheol .. i don't know," you paused, "last year when i texted you at 12:03 you complained about it for over an hour. you're the one always making a big deal about this. i assumed you'd care when the shoe was on your foot, but apparently not."

"i do! i do care. baby, please. let me take you out. ditch your friends. i'll take you somewhere. anywhere. i'll even take you out tomorrow too! i'll take the day off. how does that sound?"

"you cant take the day off, cheol. you're an idol-"

"i dont care! they can come and try to drag me away from you if they want. i want to be with you. please let me. please don't leave. cant stand the thought of you going to sleep alone after what i did."

you chuckled at the first half of his statement, feeling touched at the second part of it.

"are you sure?"

he scoffed, deciding to go on a leap and hold onto your hands, pulling you closer to him, "yes! there's nothing i wanted to do more today than be with you! it mightve slipped my mind that today was the day, but i had a beautiful day for us planned, baby. will you let me show you? please?"

cheol knew it was hard for you to say no to him, specially when he whined and pouted at you, giving you his best performance in order for you to understand how badly he felt. it didn't take much more for you to break, finally letting a smile graced your face as you squeezed his hands in yours.

"you better make this worth my while, choi seungcheol," god, he hated when anyone called him that, but you were the exception.

"always."

wonwoo -

wonwoo was astonished at himself, for lack of a better word. he had never been more disappointed in himself than in this moment. sure, he didn't take birthdays too seriously, and he knew you didn't either, but you always made him feel so special on his day he had only wanted to do the same. he was a lowkey guy, so his ways of showing love sometimes went unnoticed by most people, except for you. you accepted the subtlety of his love, loving him all the more for it. he felt terrible that today he showed you the exact opposite of what he had planned. he had taken weeks to perfect the dinner he had wanted to make for you, having prepared a romantic night for the two of you. all he wanted was to make you feel loved as he held you through the night, but his plan had stupidly slipped his mind.

what kind of asshole ditches their significant other on their birthday? for a stupid video game out of all things? as soon as wonwoo communicated what you had texted him to mingyu, his roommate couldn't help but scold him, telling him this was very uncharacteristic of him. which it was. everyone knew wonwoo to be a very sensible guy. it was very rare for anyone to have their feelings hurt by wonwoo. the guy was just simply too emotionally intelligent to ever be perceived as a hurtful individual. except now he had shown a careless part of himself that rarely ever faced the surface.

he was unsure of what to do. it was clear by your messages that you did not want to see him. you quite literally had asked him to not come. your texts to him were always filled with love, somehow being able to have your affections to him transcend even through text. but these were cold, and with good reason. still, wonwoo did not want to give up. the only thing that would be worse than ditching you on your birthday would be to stay where he was, knowing you were not only upset but also hurt by his actions. or rather, lack there of.

so, wonwoo was now on his way to you. well, to your apartment. you had mentioned in your messages that you would be out with friends due to his absence. it killed him that you had chosen to be with your friends over him, but he was fully aware that he only had himself to blame for that. he was glad you at least had someone to be with while his forgetfulness kept him away from you.

he had a key to your apartment, often heading over to fall asleep in your arms after a grueling day of being an idol. upon arriving there, he knew you'd be gone, so he allowed himself in, hauling in all the ingredients he had packed with him in order to make you the dinner he had been planning all these weeks. he was unsure of when you'd arrive back home, so he needed to hurry just in case. there was also a chance you'd come back in the early hours of the morning, knowing you would sometimes stay out with your friends til 1 or 2 in the am. having practiced this dinner multiple times, wonwoo was able to have it all done by 10, hoping that you'd arrive soon so the dinner wouldn't go to waste. he took care of the ambience, lighting candles and even moving furniture aside to make space for his set up. all he had to do now was wait for your arrival.

it had taken you around two hours to arrive. wonwoo had simply sat there waiting for you, not wanting to contact you as to not disturb you. okay, maybe he had maniacally texted you back earlier, apologizing for his mistake over and over, but had received no response, so he had decided it'd be best to just wait for you to arrive on your own. and now you were here, crossing the door to your apartment.

you stopped upon spotting him, widening your eyes before taking note of the dinner table behind him, "wonwoo? what are you doing here?"

he smiled sadly at you, slightly unsure of what to say, "i cooked for you," he paused, continuing upon seeing your confusion, "im so sorry. time got the best of me. i cant believe it slipped my mind. i knew it was today, but i got too distracted. i never wanted to make you feel like i didnt care. i do. so much."

you stood there without saying anything, still carrying a slightly shocked expression on your face. so he continued.

"baby ... please, have a meal with me. i prepared all this for you. this is what i had planned for today, if only i hadnt forgotten. let me make it up to you, please. i already called off tomorrow. i had a whole day planned for us, but i'll do whatever you want. if you want me to leave, i will. just, please. i need you to know how much i care. i love you, you're everything."

you continued to stare at him for a bit, a soft smile slowly breaking into your features before responding.

"nonu .. you didn't have to do all this. i'm sorry if i made you worry. this is ... it's such a sweet gesture. of course i want you to stay. all i wanted all day was to be with you," it melted his heart that you had wanted him all day, but were separated by none other than himself.

he pulled you into his arms halfway through your response, humming as he felt you hug him back. nothing felt as nice as your touch against his.

"im so sorry, beautiful. this will never happen again, i promise."

"i love you, wonwoo. thank you."

"happy birthday."

mingyu -

mingyu had never hauled ass quicker than at that moment, not even bothering to say goodbye to his roommate before grabbing a jacket and sprinting out of the door.

he couldn't believe his behavior towards you. you had always been a top priority to him, and to now realize he had forgotten your birthday gutted him tremendously. but what got to him even more was the knowledge that you had probably been waiting all day for him, having agreed beforehand that he would make space for you on your special day even through his packed comeback schedule. the sole thought that you, the bestest person he had ever met, had sat alone waiting for him all day, made him feel like the worst boyfriend. so now he was quite literally running in order to get to you.

the dryness of your voice during that call should've been the first hint that something was wrong, but what really made the alarms go off in his head was your lack of response when he said 'i love you' to you. mingyu knew it was dumb to care so much about it, but he thrived off words of affirmation, so your lack of response made him immediately assume something was wrong. you had never not reciprocated his words of affection, much less hung up on him. the moment he expressed his concerns to wonwoo, he was reminded by his roommate that 'oh wait, isn't it their birthday this week?' suddenly his mind started spiraling, now remembering that he had forgotten his boyfriend duties on the most important day.

it didn't take him too long to get to your apartment. okay, he didn't actually run there, he was just being a tad bit dramatic. but dramatics were necessary in this situation, which is why the moment you begrudgingly opened the door after his incessant knocks, allowing him inside, he immediately dropped to his knees, looking up at you as he rambled apologies at you.

"baby, i'm so fucking sorry. god, i don't know how i forgot. i swear the day just slipped my mind. i had plans ready, i swear! i've just been so busy with the comeback- not that that's an excuse! you have every reason to be mad at me. it won't happen again, i promise, i-" mingyu wasn't sure when exactly he was going to stop listing off constant apologies to you. he wasn't really paying attention to what he was saying at this point, just repeating himself over and over again, letting it slip past him that you were now standing above him, holding in your amusement at the state of the pleading man before you.

"mingyu, please get up."

like an obedient boy, he got up, now towering over you as he usually did. he immediately held onto your hands, bringing them up to his chest as he continued his apologies.

"you have every right to be mad at me. i neglected you and forgot about you when i shouldn't have. i didn't even wanna come home to wonwoo tonight! i wanted to come to you! but we have a schedule early tomorrow morning, so it was just easier. but i'll cancel! i'll stay here with you! i wanna make it up to you-"

"mingyu, shut up!"

that was enough for him to slam his mouth shut immediately, looking at you as he waited for your next command words.

"mingyu, listen. i understand. i was hurt you forgot, but i understand you're really busy right now, okay? i'm not angry at you. you don't have to cancel your schedule either. i don't want to get in the way of-"

"i'll do it! you're my top priority, baby. you know that."

"i still don't want you to cancel, gyu. it's fine. i'm not angry. i appreciate your apology. just wanted to be with you today .. i'm sorry if i made you worry," you looked down, almost as if embarrassed by having felt hurt by his actions. this made mingyu melt with guilt.

"no, baby. fuck. how can i make this up to you? can i stay here tonight? hmm? i'll cook you dinner and wake you up with breakfast. i'll even cut my schedule short for tomorrow so i can be back home with you earlier. how's that sound?"

"sounds perfect mingyu, thank you," he took this as confirmation to finally hold you in his arms, swaying you back and forth as he hummed the birthday song lightly against your ear, causing you to giggle against him.

vernon -

everyone was aware that vernon could sometimes be a little too chill for his own good. he didn't make too big of a deal about most things, simply going with the flow and allowing things to evolve on their own. except that could not be done in this situation. right now, he needed to make a choice. give you your space, or run home to you, tail between his legs as he apologized for ever having forgotten about you. the last thing vernon would ever want was for you to not feel the immense amount of love he's always had for you. he knew he could be bad at showing it sometimes, but you were the absolute love of his life, which made him feel devastated over and over again as he kept rereading your texts.

'maybe you should stay at the dorms tonight. not really in the mood for you to spend the night. im sorry. love you.' that was what you had last sent to him exactly thirty-eight minutes ago. how could he just sit with that for the rest of the night? specially when all he wanted to do was be with you and hold you and kiss you and show you how incredibly obsessed with you he was. he was never good with dates, but he had always gotten any and all dates pertaining to you right thus far. he even had a gift for you he had purchased a few months back, but he had stupidly forgotten the day he had been preparing for was this week. this mistake was an outlier, truly, but it hurt you nonetheless, which was all vernon cared about at the moment. he couldn't believe you'd been having to hint at your birthday while your boyfriend remained clueless. you must've felt so dejected. he winced at the thought.

however, right now was not a time for lamentations. even if you kicked him out and told him to get fucked, vernon had to at least try to come home to you now. he quickly went over the situation with his members, explaining that he had been a total douchebag and neglected you. that earned him scoldings from all members present, calling him all types of names and demanding he head over to your apartment right this instant to beg for forgiveness and hope you wouldn't just send him right back.

so now he was on his way to you, despite you having instructed him to stay away. he wanted to respect your wishes, but he couldn't go to sleep tonight knowing your heart was still hurt because of him. he needed to at least see you and have you know that he was willing to try and mend things. vernon wasn't one for public displays, nor was he one for dramatics, but he was willing to pull all stops for you if it meant you'd forgive him. which was why he was currently running through the hybe hallways as he called up his driver to be ready to take him to your apartment as soon as he reached the parking lot.

he had had time to think over a game plan on the way over, except nothing came to mind. the two of you had never fought before. sure, there had been a few minuscule spats here and there, but he had never seen you angry at him before; he'd never given any reason to be until now. he didn't want to freak out over this, but knew how hurtful it must've been for you to feel so neglected by the person who's supposed to love you most, so he felt a pit in his stomach with the worry that maybe this would be enough for you to finally snap at his forgetful tendencies and end it. he didn't have much time to think about this, however, as he now stood in front of your apartment door, fearful of knocking on it.

the decision to open the door was made for him, as you incidentally opened it yourself, yelping at his apparition on the other side of it.

"vernon? what are you doing here?", you didn't seem angry. you seemed more confused at his presence. that was good.

"i- uh ... i'm sorry."

okay, kind of a bad start.

"vernon. i told you not to come over tonight. i'm sorry, i'm not really in the mood to see you right now," even though you didn't appear angry, your eyes wouldn't meet his, making him deflate a bit.

"are you mad at me? i'm so sorry. i didnt mean to forget, i swear," vernon knew there wasn't much he could say past that, but he wanted you to at least know he regretted his neglect.

"i'm not angry, vernon. i'm just a little ... sad. i tried to be subtle about it. i mean, i dont even care for my birthday that much, but i hoped my boyfriend would at least remember it."

"baby, god. i am so fucking sorry. i never meant to make you feel like i didn't care. it just slipped my mind. i know it's not a valid excuse, but i need you to know that it doesnt mean anything. i'm just a fucking idiot. i'm sorry."

he was rambling now. somehow you being hurt by him trumped the chance of you being mad.

"vernon, it's fine. i dont want you beating yourself up about it. i'll get over it. i just need space tonight. i was about to go meet with a friend before you got here," you seemed like you just wanted to get out of the situation, clearly feeling awkward at even expressing your disappointment at him. it made vernon feel like even more of an asshole.

"no! be mad! you shouldn't get over it. i should be making it up to you. stay. please. i'll do anything you want. i'll take tomorrow off. we can do something together. anything you want. i have a gift for you and everything! i got it while in japan, the date just slipped my mind, i swear. please stay. i don't want to leave you alone if i made you sad. please."

"vernon ..."

"please. i don't want to force you. if you want to leave, i'll accept it, but let me make it up to you. i dont want you to feel like i dont care. i do. i know i dont express it much, that's on me. i'll make it known. i'll show you. i don't want to hurt you again, i-"

he was unable to finish his sentence, now stumbling back due to a sudden weight against him. you, with your arms now wrapped around him as your face nuzzled his neck. he instinctively wrapped his arms around you, squeezing you in as he lowered his head to breathe you in, humming as he felt the relief of having you in his hold.

you pulled away too quickly for his liking, eyes slightly glossy but not enough to consider it worrisome, "i forgive you. i'm sorry, i didn't mean to exaggerate. i did feel neglected, but-"

"but nothing. don't apologize, please. this won't happen again, okay? i love you."

"i love you too," you smiled at him before pausing, "i .. do you wanna come in?", you seemed a bit sheepish, probably feeling awkward at hearing vernon ramble apologies at you for the past five minutes, showing way more emotion than he usually did.

"come in? oh, you're not leaving? wait, don't answer that. yes," he held onto your hand before you could say anything, pulling you in for a quick kiss before leading you into your apartment, all under the promise to make up for his previous carelessness and never make you doubt his affections for you ever again.

[hanniluvi]

𐙚 CARE FOR A DANCE? — PARK SUNGHOON 𝄞

SYNOPSIS ) “unexpectedly” running into you mid-training, he asks you for a dance. thinking it’s just for his practice, Sunghoon has other plans that night.

♪ DANCE PARTNERS ⋆ prince!sunghoon x knight-gn!reader

HIS INVITATION ✉️ ! royal au, forbidden love, angst (if you like squint), fluff

THE GUIDELINES — none ? THE WAITLIST 1.4K ( 1408 ) !

.ᐟ NOTICE 📄 hanniluvi cb!!! yk i just HAD to write for hoon again, its a tradition to have written works for him 🙏 i always end up writing fics for him its a problem … AND ALSO, writing royal aus is sooo new to me 😭 i be reading them but idk abt writing so…like the knowledge leaves my head…but its a work in progress Trust! anyways, i hope you enjoy it <3

Using your sleeve, you wiped the sweat off your face before continuing. The clinking of your sword against the wooden targets echoed throughout the training grounds. It was late at night, and yet, you couldn’t spare for a moment of rest—you worked too hard to earn that knight title. You huffed, already preparing for another round. And as you were about to slash once more, an unexpected sound reached your ears—the approaching footsteps.

In a reflexive spin, you draw your sword, poised to face an unknown intruder. To your surprise, the intruder reveals himself as none other than Prince Park Sunghoon. He raises his hands in a gesture of peace, an amused smile playing on his lips.

"Why, you're still always on guard, aren't you?" the prince remarks, his eyes dancing with a mixture of curiosity and amusement.

Lowering your sword and slightly bowing, you nod. "I didn’t expect anyone to be here at this hour. And, to answer your question, a knight's duty doesn't rest, even in the quiet of the night, Your Highness."

He released a quick sigh of relief, relieved that you finally put the sword away from his neck. "I intended to take a scroll to the garden and couldn’t help but be captivated by your skill. It’s as if you were one with the sword."

Still catching your breath, you offered a modest smile. You teased, "Why, thank you, Prince Sunghoon. Training was essential for that to happen—I’m quite flattered by your compliment.”

Sunghoon retrieves something from his pocket, extending it to you. Your gaze fell to his hand—a pristine white handkerchief. "Wipe your sweat off your face with this, instead of your sleeves," he suggested. Glancing back at him, you noticed him clearing his throat and looking away. You chuckled, accepting the handkerchief from his hand.

"Is it common for Your Highness to carry handkerchiefs during night strolls, or did you specifically hope to find me practicing late at night?"

"You're overthinking it, Sir YN," he muttered, but your attention remained on the handkerchief, adorned with his initials in gold. As you wiped away sweat, his pleased smile didn't go unnoticed. "I'll return this to you tomorrow."

"No need, you may keep it."

"Your Highness, I can't accept something crafted for royalty," he soon interjected sharply.

"I insist. Can you defy a royal order?"

"Now that's one I can't go against," you chuckled, stuffing the handkerchief into your pocket. Glancing back at him, you caught a glimmer in his eyes—a familiar look he wore when he wished for something. "Now, what do you need, Your Highness? I'm sure you didn't just happen to run into me."

A pause hung in the air, your eyes meeting in a moment of unspoken connection. Breaking the silence, Prince Sunghoon impulsively asked, "Since you're at rest, would you care for a dance under the moonlit sky to celebrate your dedication, YN?"

"A dance? While I'm all sweaty like this?" You plopped yourself on the ground, shutting your eyes for a mere second. "Shouldn't you head back to your chamber, Prince?"

“Not until you take my hand,” he reached his hand out, leaving you no choice but to accept it. You did, hoping it would expedite his return to his chambers. "If you must. What does Your Highness want to dance to?"

"Just follow my lead," he suddenly pulled you in by placing his hand on your waist. You tensed slightly with the unexpected touch, trying to find a way to calm your increased heartbeat. He took your hands with his, twirling you gently. "Leave your attention on me, YN.”

His fingers supported your back as you both stepped in sync. Slowly, the tension in your shoulders disappeared, feeling rather at ease. Swaying together, he locked eyes with you, and in that shared gaze, a spark was created. His movements were graceful, and you effortlessly kept up with his every move. The dance became a silent conversation, as there were emotions expressed through subtle gestures.

He pulled you closer, guiding the dance into a dip, holding you steady as you leaned. With his hand against your back, he lifted you back up effortlessly. With the absence of music, your attention seemed to shift more on his features. Caught in a trance, you observed the subtle shifts in his expression, noticing the carefree and genuine look on his face.

The moonlight accentuated the moles on his face, and his fang-like teeth peeked through. As you moved in synchronized harmony, you also detected a subtle, entrancing aroma—Prince Sunghoon’s floral cologne. The scent wafted through the night air, and how it was super intoxicating.

A twinge of guilt crept into your thoughts. Was it wrong for you to be so attentive to him at a moment like this? This had to be merely practice for the ball hosted tomorrow evening.

With one last spin, his hands now rested on the sides of your waist, an intense gaze fixed on you.

The wind picked up, adding an extra layer of romance to the already enchanting moment. It pushed strands of hair away from your face, and a bright smile crept onto your lips. The corners of Sunghoon’s mouth started to rise, his hands still firmly on your waist. “May I ask you something?”

“What is it?”

“YN, tomorrow night, will you be my dance partner again?”

Confusion flickered across your face. "But, my prince, it's just practice. A knight cannot dance with you for your royal ball."

He wore a small smile, vulnerability taking over his tone. “Why can’t I dance with you?”

You chuckled softly, “Your dance partner has to be the one you will marry for your future heir.”

“Well then, will you marry me?”

Your heart stopped. “What? Are you joking, Your Highness?”

“Please, just call me Sunghoon when it’s just the two of us. It feels weird to be the only one calling you by your name like this.” His hands left your waist, but now sneaking up to your hands. Grabbing your fingers, his grip tightened as he cleared his throat. “I know I’m the type to joke around, but this isn’t a situation I’d joke around in.”

“What are you saying—”

“How foolish you are. What I’m trying to say is that I love you. I adore you, and I wish to have you. Does that sound clear enough?”

Your heart was skipping beats. “No, how foolish you are! My prince—I mean, Sunghoon, you must find a suitable match within your rank. Your family wouldn't approve of a knight."

As you two stood in silence, his eyes pleading. “I don’t care about those rules. I care about you. Please, YN, be my partner, be my…everything.”

Your gaze softened, torn between duty and desire. "Sunghoon, you're a prince, and I'm just a family knight. This can't be."

“I want to pursue you.”

“This isn’t good for you. It won’t be good for you once you rule the kingdom—your status and your people would be placed in danger,” you suddenly blurted, clearly flustered by the sudden confessions. “It’s just such a huge risk.”

“You’re a risk worth taking. Can’t you tell that I’m already heads over heels for you?”

“But—”

“Can you stop pushing me away? Is it that hard for you to admit your feelings for me too?” Desperation filled his voice, his eyes wavering at you. “Or is the title of a royal knight that important to you?”

“I’m just worried. Your family wouldn’t approve of this.” You let one of your hands free from his grasp, running it through your hair. There was still that determined look on his face, as if he wanted to convince you to just follow both of your hearts.

“Then, let’s prove them wrong tomorrow night. Let’s prove that a prince and a knight are capable of ruling together. Capable of falling in love.” You were certainly worried about this. But, the look on his face was making it harder for you to even reject his ideas. “Please?”

“If I lose my place as a royal knight, it certainly will be over for you.”

“You just won’t stop worrying about those titles, don’t you?”

“Can you really blame me for acting like this when you say such bold words?” You joked, seeing a smile soon appear on his lips.

“That’s what love is, YN.” He chuckles. “It changes you, causing you to take such risks—all in the name of love.”

💬 : don’t fulfill my thoughts n say to write a whole fic abt prince!sunghoon x knight!reader bc i WILL continue this .

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[luciathcv]

young and beautiful - sjy

summary: you're forced to marry prince!jake || warnings: arranged marriage || genre: royalty!au, arranged marriage, fluff, angst || word count: approximately 2760 || a/n: divider credits -> @dollywons

Arranged marriages, something completely normalized within royalty. I never liked the idea of it, I made that clear to my parents, but every time I tried to speak about my haste towards the whole tradition, my parents immediately shut me down, telling me that I didn't have a choice, which deep down, I knew, I didn't.

Nineteen, I was nineteen when my parents finally found the "perfect man" for me. I had no clue who he was. I did know that he was a man from a family with slightly higher notoriety, money, and power, than mine. The Sim family.

I sat on one of the windowsills in my bedroom, looking out of the window. I'd grown used to living here, in this palace, in my family's palace. I didn't want to leave all of this behind just to stay with a man whom I didn't even know.

There was a knock at my bedroom door and I looked over, watching the door open and my mother walk inside. She gave me a soft smile as she went over to my bed, sitting down, looking over at me.

I looked out of the window, "How could I get married to someone that I don't love? To someone that I don't even at least know." I asked.

My mother sighed, "You will grow to love him, I promise you that. I didn't know nor did I love your father at first, but over time, we grew to love one another."

I let out a small groan, looking over at my mother, "Yeah, only because it was what was convenient." I said.

"That's not true." My mother immediately retorted. "I love your father dearly and he loves me. You will grow to love your husband and he will grow to love you." She then said.

I remained silent as I looked out of the window again. There was no point in arguing with her anymore.

"We are going over to the Sim's kingdom tomorrow. You will meet the prince." My mother then suddenly informed me.

I felt like crying if I’m being completely honest. I just wanted to be left alone. To not talk about this anymore. I’d deal with it when I woke up in the morning.

“Okay, mother. I’m tired. I want to go to sleep.” I told her.

She nodded understandably, getting up from where she sat on my bed and leaving the room.

I looked up at the ceiling, trying to stop my tears from flowing, as I let out a long sigh.

I walked up the steps of the castle, my mother and father both on separate sides of me. The door opened, one of the maids having had opened the door. I politely smiled at her, the workers didn't do anything wrong.

The maid greeted us and led us through the castle to one of the lounge rooms. I looked down at my flowy gown, I'll admit, it was pretty, I just hated the fact that I was dressed in this for this specific occasion.

We walked into the lounge room and I could see both the king and the queen sitting on the fancy couch. They looked over at my parents and I as we entered the room and they instantly got up and came over to greet us.

I watched as they first greeted my parents before they looked over at me.

"Y/n," The queen softly said. "You look gorgeous." She complimented me.

"Thank you. You look stunning as well." I complimented her back with a small smile. "And you look handsome as well, sir." I told her husband who thanked me with a smile.

"My son should be here any minute now." The queen told me and I nodded, keeping the smile on my face even though hearing that made my heart drop.

A few moments later, I could hear footsteps. I noticed the queen looking past my parents and I, and I already knew who it was. "This is my son, Jaeyun." The king told my parents and I.

My mother grabbed my arm and maneuvered me so that I was looking at the prince. I made eye-contact with him. Honestly, I wasn't expecting him to look like this.

He looked at me and walked over, gently taking my hand in his and leaning down, pressing a soft kiss to where my knuckles were. He then looked up at me and stood up. I retracted my hand from his as he now looked down at me, "Nice to meet you, princess. What's your name?"

I found myself stuttering and becoming flustered, something that'd never happened to me because of a man before, "Y/n." I answered.

"Y/n. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl. My name's Jaeyun, but you can just call me, Jake, okay?" Jaeyun, or should I say, Jake, said.

"Jaeyun, how about you take her to the back garden, get to know one another while we talk with her parents." His mother said and he nodded, looking at me before he started walking. My mother gave me a look, telling me to follow after him, and so I did.

We walked outside and Jake walked to a bench, sitting down and patting the seat next to him, motioning for me to sit with him. I walked over and sat down next to him, leaving some space between us still as I didn't really know him.

"So, tell me about yourself." Jake said, looking over at me.

I glanced at him for a moment before avoiding eye-contact, looking down at my lap, "Like, what?" I asked, unsure on what I was supposed to talk about.

"How about... how old you are?" Jake asked, just starting off with something basic.

"I'm nineteen." I answered. "How old are you?" I asked.

"I'm twenty-one." Jake answered. Hm, he was two years older than me. "Do you have any siblings?" Jake then asked.

"No, it's just me." I said.

"Yeah, same." Jake told me. It was silent for a few moments before Jake broke the silence, being the first to speak again, "What do you feel about all of this?" Jake then asked. I was silent for a few moments, not knowing if I should tell the truth or not. "You don't have to lie. Be honest. I won't get offended." Jake said, chuckling a little as he said the last sentence.

"Well, honestly... I'm not sure how I feel. I just.. wish things weren't so forced. I want to be with someone that I love." I said. "That I loved even before marrying them." I emphasized.

"I understand. I feel the same." Jake said, it was silent for a few moments again. "Did your parents tell you when we're getting married?" He then asked.

"No.. do you know?" I asked, guessing that he did since he brought it up.

"Yeah.." Jake pauses for a few moments. "Next Saturday." He then informed me.

Next Saturday? It was already Saturday today. I'd be getting married in seven days and my parents didn't feel the need to tell me.

"Oh.." Is all I managed to say.

"Yeah.." Jake said, looking away. "Let's just try to make the best of things, okay?" He then suggested.

I shrugged, "I guess so." I looked over at him and he gave me a small smile, something that I could tell was forced but that he did to try and comfort me, and so I returned one.

It was dreadfully the day of my wedding. When I was a little girl, I imagined my wedding day going completely different. Of course, then, I didn't know how weddings between royalty actually worked. Now, I do, and the delusional reality that I had in my head as a kid had vanished and I was forced to face the real world.

The wedding was happening at a chapel in the Sim's kingdom. I guess they thought it'd be most convenient as after the wedding, I'd be immediately moving into the castle on the palace grounds that Jake lived in. Not only that, but the after party of the wedding was going to be happening in the main castle on the Sim's palace grounds.

I stayed in a room away from all of the guests and especially my husband-to-be. Walking down the aisle and getting wed in front of your guests is stressful enough, now add on the fact that we are the prince and princess getting forcefully married in front of not only our families and friends but citizens of the kingdom as well.

I was alone in the preparation room, trying to mentally prepare myself for what was about to occur when there was a knock on the door. "It's me." I heard my mother's voice say from the other side of the door. "May I come in?" She then asked.

"Yes." I said, even though I really didn't want to see her right now.

My mother opened the door and quickly came inside before shutting the door, not wanting anyone that might be coincidentally passing by to see me just yet.

She then came over to me and took my appearance in. "You look beautiful, darling." My mother complimented me.

"Thank you, mother." I responded.

"Remember to smile out there, there are a lot of people from both the Sim kingdom and the Y/l/n kingdom here today for you guys." My mother reminded me and I just nodded in response. "Well, then. I just wanted to check up on you but I should be going now. Your father will be out there waiting to walk you down the aisle." My mother informed me before leaving the room, shutting the door behind her.

I took a few deep breaths before leaving the room a few minutes after my mother had left. I then walked out of the room and made my way to my father.

"You look gorgeous, Y/n." My father complimented me.

"Thank you, father." I responded, looking down at the ground for a moment before forcing a small smile on my face.

Music then started playing inside and the doors opened, my father wrapped an arm around mine, and we started walking down the aisle, walking arm in arm with one another. Everyone looked at the both of us but especially at me. I felt so embarrassed, something not common for me as I was used to the constant stares I'd been getting all of my life.

When I reached the end of the aisle, closer to the alter, my father let go of me and sat down next to my mother. He was giving me off to Jake like I was some peace of meat, that's what it felt like at least.

I walked up the few steps to the alter and stood in front of Jake. The veil in front of my face made it so that I couldn't see Jake too clearly even though he was in front of me as he took both my hands in his.

The priest started to say the sermon as everyone remained quiet. After finishing, he asked the words that'd determine the rest of our lives forever. "Sim Jaeyun, do you take Y/l/n Y/n to be your lawfully wedded wife till death do you part?" The priest asked.

"I do." Jake said.

The priest then looked over at me, "Y/l/n Y/n, do you take Sim Jaeyun to be your lawfully wedded husband till death do you part?" The priest then asked me.

My heart was beating out of chest. "I do." I said.

"You may now kiss the bride." The priest then told Jake.

Jake let go of my hands before bringing his hands up to my veil and pushing it back and out of my face. He then leaned down a little and kissed me. Everyone in the audience started to cheer for us as we kissed before we both pulled away after a few moments.

Jake then took my hand in his and started walking down the aisle with me, we made our way out of the doors and out of the chapel, out to the carriage that'd be taking us to the palace. He helped me into the carriage and sat next to me before the driver started taking us to the palace. I could see people piling out of the chapel to see us leave. I looked at them and gave a small smile as I waved at them, Jake doing the same before eventually we were out of their sight.

As soon as we arrived back at the palace, I was immediately taken from the carriage and brought to the main castle, where they had all of my stuff ready for me.

They brought me into a room and got me into a new, slightly less annoying dress and did my makeup and hair differently now. I thanked the maids who'd helped me get ready before they left the room to help finish up preparations in the ballroom.

After a while of me waiting up in this random room, I could hear people starting to arrive to the party, not only hearing it but seeing it as I looked out of the window and saw people piling in.

When I entered the ballroom, all eyes were on me. A crowd of people came over to me and started bombarding me with compliments and questions. It was extremely overwhelming as I tried to respond to all of them.

I suddenly felt a hand on the small of my back. I glanced back to see that it was Jake. He gave me a comforting smile as he took his hand off of my back and took the attention off of me.

I ended up sneaking off away from the big crowd. Of course, I had to interact with people but it was nowhere near as overwhelming as the initial crowd.

I was standing to the side, observing everyone, when Jake came over to me with a small smile.

"How are you?" Jake asked.

"Overwhelmed." I answered, not feeling the need to put up a façade in front of him.

"I understand." Jake told me. "It can be a lot." He agreed.

"You seem so fine with all of it." I complimented.

"I mean.. it's hard, it's not easy to do this, but I just do it, especially when I see other people having a hard time." Jake answered, "other people" obviously being me.

"Thank you... for earlier." I said, realizing I never straightforwardly thanked him for earlier.

"You're welcome, princess." Jake said. He then looked over to see his father motioning for him to come over. I noticed as well and Jake looked at me. "Let me know if you need me." He said, rubbing my arm before walking off to his father.

After the party, Jake and I headed to his castle. He led me to a room which I'd assumed was going to be our room we'd be sharing. All of my friends that'd been married already, said they shared a room and a bed with their husband from day one. That was something very weird to me and that I did not like the idea of.

I walked inside and looked around the big luxurious room. "This is your room, my room is down the hall." Jake informed me.

"My room?" I asked, wondering if I'd heard him correctly.

"Mhm. I figured you didn't want to share a bed with some man that you don't even know. I didn't want you to feel uncomfortable." Jake explained.

"Thank you so much, Jake." I said, smiling at him.

"You're welcome, Y/n." Jake said. You obviously wouldn't know this, not yet at least, but he'd been thinking about your guys' kiss at the chapel all day. Now that you guys were alone together, he wanted to say something about it, or better yet, to act on how he was feeling. He held back though, assuming that you weren't thinking or feeling the same. "Goodnight, princess." Jake said, smiling back at you before he left the room. shutting the door behind him.

I walked over to the windowsill and sat down, looking outside at my new surroundings. I'd be living here now. This would be my life. I wondered what the future would entail not only for me but when it came to my relationship with Jake. I'd have the rest of my life to figure it out though. There was no rush for me to find out.

-- link to my masterlist

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Leona Kingscholar - Bloom Birthday Voice Lines

When Summoned: If you're going to act all high and mighty, I'm going to expect something grand from you, y'know? So hurry up and bring out my present, already.

Summon Line: I thought this outfit'd be stifling, but once I put it on it's not so bad. Heh, guess it's actually kinda tasteful.

Groooovy!!: All these herbivores're just lookin' at me all lame and sparkly-eyed. Eh, I guess I can humor them just this once.

Home Set: What, you want to see my magic? Hm, yeah, but should I, though?

Home Idle 1: This is some fancy broom they made. Well, the colors ain't too bad, I guess. I bet I'd really stand out if I flew around on this thing.

Home Idle 2: Well, aren't you super meticulous on something as simple as a cake cutting. I don't really care how you do it, but just get it done before tomorrow comes.

Home Idle 3: The hair tie Jack gave me isn't half bad. Guess I can wear it when doin' club stuff.

Home Idle - Login: I'd like school more if they'd allow for skipping class as a birthday present. Heh, can't see them ever being that thoughtful.

Home Idle - Groovy: I had Cater delete all the pictures he took. Obviously, I asked him nicely. Yeah, that's right, I'm such a shy boy.

Home Tap 1: Can't that guy Rook celebrate more normally? He's just littering a crazy amount of confetti everywhere, there should be limit to these kinds of things.

Home Tap 2: As soon as midnight struck, the guys in my dorm all came to my room to wish me a happy birthday. Geez... They're way too uppity for just a simple birthday.

Home Tap 3: Wouldn't ya believe it, Vil gave me a sewing kit. Something this special deserves to be shoved in the far back of a drawer for posterity.

Home Tap 4: What, you want to know what you can get me? Then, I guess you can go and take my place at that party they're throwing for me. ...Hey, don't take that seriously, I was only joking.

Home Tap 5: You'll go grab some food for me? Then bring me some meat. And just saying, you don't really need need to worry about what kind. Just don't bring anything I didn't ask for.

Home Tap - Groovy: I'm gonna take a nap, so keep watch to make sure no one bothers me. ...What, that's boring? Then sing some lullabies in your mind, or something.

Duo: [LEONA]: You're makin' too much fuss, Cater. [CATER]: Let me celebrate you in grand fashion, Leona-kun!

Birthday Login Message: So, you came to wish me a happy birthday, huh? Well, ain't that admirable of you. So, what did you bring me, then? At the very least, you are presenting a gift to royalty. As such, I'm sure you've prepared a very fine gift. ...Hey, don't freeze up on me. Sheesh, jokes just fly over your head, huh. I'll take it off your hands, so show me what you got behind your back, already.

Requested by @dorito9708.

[honey-milk126]

Dating the Mha boys(pt.1)

Includes : Deku, bakugo, kirishima, denki, Aizawa, Todoroki, dabi, Tenya Ida, Fumikage Tokoyami, Tomura Shigaraki.

⚠ warnings : truama, anger issues, Mineta being mentioned twice, harrasment ⚠

A/n: let me know if I missed anything in the warnings!!! 💕 please.

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Deku/ Izuku ( you are 15)

• he blushes whenever you hold hands/show any form of pda.

•Dates will most likely be cancelled because all might wants to train him for his quirk....

•Will by you flowers and take one so he knows when to get more.

• will buy you a ton of gifts for no reason.

• he loves to cuddle in private though.

• will make you meet his mom 1 week into dating.

•nicknames for you: baby, love, queen/king/my royalty, my dear

•Nicknames for him: puppy, my love, my king,

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Little story:

"Hey, deku!" You heard uraraka say

"O-oh, h-hey uraraka.. " your boyfriend said

"Do you happen to have the notes from last week? " she asked

"Yeah I'll give them to you tomorrow. " he said

"Okay, thank you. "

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"What was that about? "

"She was gone all of last week because she was sick and missed the notes. " he explained

"Oh, poor girl, at least she feels better. "

"Yeah."

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Bakugo ( you are 15)

• He loves Pda.

• he is so calm with you(kinda?)

• he will warm up your stomach if you are a girl!

•will rub your back after a long training session.

•Hates when you talk to deku...

•introduces you to his dad first.

• then you meet his mom like 5 months into the relationship.

•will buy you flowers and jewelry (if you were any)

•Makes you food. (He only cooks for you)

•Nicknames for you: Baby, my love, my princess/prince.

Nicknames for him : my king, my love, My #1 hero, my hero,

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"Baby?" He asked

"Yes?" You answered

"What do you want for lunch?" He asked

"Hmm, how about spicy ramen?"

"Okay, give me a few minutes. "

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As he was cooking, you started to do your homework on the counter a few steps next to him.

As you were working you got a hug from behind.

"Hey, baby" he said

"Yes? "

"Food is ready." He said kissing your neck.

"Okay, let me finish this last problem. "

"Okay."

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Kirishima ( you are 15)

•Loves to cuddle you.

•will bite your neck for attention.

•will buy you anything. (Flowers, jewelry, outfits, ect. )

•you are apart of the baukusquad.

• everyone in the group loves you.

- mina likes to do make overs with you

- bakugo likes to cook with you

- jirou like to play music with you

- denki asks for homework help.

- kirishima loves to watch movies with you.

• Nicknames for him : shark boy, my love, pretty boy, my love , my hero, baby

•Nicknames for you : Baby, lava girl(no relation to your quirk), my queen/king

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"Baby?" He asked

"Yes??"

"Can we watch a movieeeee?" He asked

"Yeah, let's get popcorn going. "

As the movie played you two started to cuddle half of the bakusqaud came in to watch the movie to.

"SHUT UP PIKACHU" you heard

"No"

"Guys shut up. "

"Yeah."

Then you fell asleep on his chest.

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Denki <3 ( you are 16)

•Loves Pda with you.

•Almost murdered Mineta for touching you.

• Loves to cuddle.

• picks you flowers.

•loves date days/nights.

•Loves picnics.

•Nicknames for him : Pikachu, my baby, my spark, cutie pie, my hero.

•nicknames for you : baby, babe, honey, my love, my queen/king/Royalty, my sunshine, my star, cuddle bug.

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"Mineta.. " you heard your boyfriend say, out side if the girls bathroom.

"Yeah dude? "

"What are you doing..? " he asked

"Trying to convince y/n to go out with me.... " he said

The next thing you heard were people telling denki to stop and mineta screaming.

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"Hey baby? " he asked

".... Yeah? " you answered

"Are you okay? " he asked

".... No, he was reaching up my skirt.... "

".... I'm sorry I couldn't protect you... " he said

"It's not your fault... " you said kissing his cheek.

"I love you, my sunshine. " he said

"I love you to, my baby. "

You said as you cuddled him

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Aizawa ( you are 29)

•Loves to cuddle.

• not huge on Pda, but is clingy in private.

•Will protect you, from fans.

• loves when you scratch his head. (Purrs)

• hates when you get involved with villains.

Nicknames for you: kitty, my love, my future wife.

Nicknames for him: my love, my hero, my future husband.

•plans on marrying you...

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"My love? " he asks

"Yes? "

"Did you watch the news? "

"Yeah, I seen about the league of villains recently kidnapped a kid in your class, I think?"

"Yeah, it's putting more stress on me... Cuz the kids wanna go help but they can't. "

"Yeah, well... "

"No."

"What? "

"No, you aren't going to help with this mission. "

"Fineee."

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Todoroki shoto (you are 15)

•not huge on Pda.

• will pay for date day/nights and for shopping sprees. ( with his dads credit card)

•will get you flowers every week.

•buys you expensive clothing.

•will link pinkies in crowded places.

•nicknames for you: Princess/prince, my love, my reason, my baby.

•nicknames for him: my baby, my prince, my love, snowflake, the flame in my heart.

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"Baby?" Your loving boyfriend asked

"Yes? "

"Wanna go on a date? " he asked so calmly

"Yeah, let me go get ready. "

"Okay"

As you got ready you heard him on the phone.

'No I will not bring them over. '

'Whatever, its not like you ever listen to me anyway. '

As you finished getting ready, he smiled at you.

"Ready? "

"Yeah"

"Let's go. "

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Dabi ( you are 22)

•is okay with Pda, just not in public.

• late night dates>>>>>

• star gazing>>>>

•dancing in the rain>>>>>

•Loves to keep you warm.

•hes working on his quirk.

•will get you flowers.

•and will put a fake one in the middle, and says

"I'll love until the last one dies. "

•is super cheesy

• loves when you cook(if you can)

•if not will order take out.

Nicknames for you: my love, my flame, little mouse, babygirl, my brat, my wife.

Nicknames for him: my baby, my husband, staple man, my heater.

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"Baby, let's go dance in the rain!!! " you said excitedly

"But we'll get sick" he said

"Pleaseeeee"

"Fine..., I'll take care of you when you get sick. "

"Okay! "

As you guys danced in the rain you both started to smile and think about your future.

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Tenya Ida( you are 15)

•will help you with homework.

•is okay with Pda in private though.

•likes to watch movies with you.

•will go shopping with you.

•will pay for dates.

•nicknames for him: my runner, my love, smartie, my baby, bae.

•nicknames for you: My love, my future wife/husband, my baby, babe.

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"Can you help me with this problem? " you asked your dear boyfriend

"Yeah" he said

"So, you help a citizen but the villian gets away, what do you do?. " he said reading the question out loud.

"I mean i'd probably go after the villian after getting the person to safety, but it says I have to choose one. " you explain

"Yeah, I'd just help the citizen. "

"Okay, thank you baby."

"No problem. "

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Fumikage Tokoyami(you are 16)

•pda in private. (He's a little shy 🙈)

• loves to listen to music with you.

•will fly with you.

•Dark shadow loves you sm

•will help you clean up anything

•Hates to leave you(if you don't go to U.A.)

•Nicknames for you: baby, my love, my songbird.

•Nicknames for him: emo, birdy, my love, honey, Emo Lord, king of my heart.

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As you were walking with you dear boyfriend and his class, because they all wanted to meet you, because they seen him sneaking out to see you.

But as you were walking and talking, you noticed a boy on a leash.

"Who's that? "

"That's mineta, he harrases anyone" your boyfriend responded

"Oh." You said.

"Yeah, but he's on a leash for a reason. " he said

"Whats the reason? "You asked

"He harrassed denki's partner and denki almost killed him. " your boyfried explained.

"Ohh... " you said looking down at your out fit, which was a white skirt with a baby blue crop top and some white shoes... (You can change it. /if you're a boy you were wearing shorts and a short sleeve shirt.)

"So I shouldn't have wore this? "You asked

"He won't touch you, songbird". He said holding your pinkie.

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As you all walked denki and jirou along with mineta(because denki is holding the leash.) In the back you all started talking about your likes and dislikes about classes/work.

But was you were about to mention that work/homework got harder for you. You felt a hand go straight to your thigh.

As you looked down you seen mineta trying to grab you more, along with trying to sniff you.

As you noticed you started screaming, loud.

Everyone noticed mineta trying to calm you down.

But denki zapped him and sero taped him to a light post. Andeft him there for a night.

(You did report it to the police👮)

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Tomura Shigaraki( you are 21)

•Loves to cuddle.

•wears gloves around you.

•Love language: PHYSICAL TOUCH

•Hates to leave you for missions

•Late night walks>>>(when hes not out on a mission)

•Will steal anything and everything you look at (books, clothes, jewelry. Ect)

•will steal your chap stick for no reason (he wants attention 🥺)

•wants you to be with someone better than him .

•Nicknames for him: baby, gamer, my love, my savior.

•nickanems for you: my baby, love, prince/princess, mine, gamer girl/boy.

•will 100% play video games with you.

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It's midnight, normally the most quiet time of the night, but not tonight. There are screams and sirens from cop cars, and fire trucks.

But you and your boyfriend were running, fast. You see, you went to a night club with your friends because the work stress was getting to you. And some "men" couldn't take NO for an answer.

So you called your boyfriend to come help you. And now you were running from the police.

As you run, you feet started to hurt so you took off your shoes. And he started to carry you so you could rest.

"Is it safe yet? " you ask

"No, not yet. " he answered.

"I'm tired. " you mummbled

"Go to bed, I'll be here when you wake up. " he said putting a jacket on you and zipping it up so you weren't cold.

"Okay, love you" you mummbled falling asleep.

"I love you to. " he said as the cops drove right past you guys.

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End : I might make a pt. 2 , idk yet.

Let me know if you want a pt. 2!

Also, let me know if I missed any warnings!!!!

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I hope you enjoyed this.

I hope you all had an amazing thanksgiving. (If you don't celebrate it, I hope you had an awesome day❤)

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^ so I know what show to do next, and what characters do you want!!!!

(Request are open)

Bye,

[calisources]

𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐘 (𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟒) 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒. all quotes and sentences were taken from the movie troy (2004). change locations, names and pronouns as you see fit. mentions of war and politics are included in this post.

 I'll tell you a secret. Something they don't teach you in your temple. The Gods envy us. They envy us because we're mortal, because any moment might be our last. 

Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now.

If they ever tell my story let them say that I walked with giants.

Men rise and fall like the winter wheat, but these names will never die. 

Let them say I lived in the time of Hector, tamer of horses. Let them say I lived in the time of Achilles.

You gave me peace in a lifetime of war.

You're still my enemy in the morning.

You're still my enemy tonight. But even enemies can show respect.

I have endured what no one on earth has endured before. I kissed the hands of the man who killed my son.

I know my country better than the Greeks, I think.

 You are a brave man. I could have your head on a spit in the blink of an eye.

 Do you really think death frightens me now? I watched my eldest son die, watched you drag his body behind your chariot.

Give him back to me. He deserves a proper burial, you know that. Give him to me.

How many cousins have you killed? How many sons and fathers and brothers and husbands? How many, brave Achilles?

I knew your father, he died before his time. But he was lucky not to live long enough to see his son fall.

War is young men dying and old men talking. You know this. Ignore the politics.

My brothers of the sword! I would rather fight beside you than any army of thousands! Let no man forget how menacing we are.

Do you know what's waiting beyond that beach? Immortality! Take it! It's yours!

 I chose nothing. I was born and this is what I am.

Imagine a king who fights his own battles. Wouldn't that be a sight?

Of all the warlords loved by the gods, I hate him the most.

Will strangers hear our names long after we are gone, and wonder who we were, how bravely we fought, how fiercely we loved?

Men are haunted by the vastness of eternity.

You say you're willing to die for love but you know nothing about dying and you know nothing about love!

Go home, prince. Drink some wine, make love to your wife. Tomorrow, we'll have our war.

Perhaps your brother can comfort them. I hear he's good at charming other men's wives.

You speak of war as if it's a game.

But how many wives wait at Troy's gates for husbands they'll never see again?

If you go to Troy, glory will be yours. 

And the world will remember your name. But if you go to Troy, you will never come back... for your glory walks hand-in-hand with your doom. And I shall never see you again.

 They say your mother was an immortal godess. They say you can't be killed.

You have your swords. I have my tricks. We play with the toys the gods give us.

All my life I've lived by a code and the code is simple: honor the gods, love your woman and defend your country.

Troy is mother to us all. Fight for her!

There are no pacts between lions and men.

Aren't you afraid?

 Everyone dies, whether today or fifty years from now.

If I don't, you'll kill more men.

At night I see their faces. All the men I've killed. They're standing there on the far bank of the river Styx. They're waiting for me. They say, 'Welcome, brother'.

Last time you spoke to me like this, you were 10 years old and you'd just stolen Father's horse. What have you done now?

Do you love me, brother? Will you protect me from any enemy?

Well, then your men did. The sun god will have his vengeance.

His priests are dead, and his acolyte's a captive. i think your god is afraid of me.

Afraid? Apollo is master of the sun, he fears nothing.

I know more about the gods than your priests. I've seen them.

You're royalty, aren't you? Spent years talking down to men.

You must be royalty. What's your name? Even the servants of Apollo have names.

 What do you want here in Troy? You didn't come for the Spartan queen.

Why kill you now, Prince of Troy, with no-one here to see you fall?

You should not have come here tonight.

That's what you said last night?

Last night was a mistake.

I have made many mistakes this week.

Of all the kings of Greece, I respect you most. But in this war you're a servant. And I refuse to be a servant any longer.

Sometimes you need to serve in order to lead. I hope you understand that one day.

Prince Hector, is he as good a warrior as they say?

You come here uninvited. Go back to your ships and go home.

The sun was shining when your wife left you.

She's up there, watching, isn't she? Good. I want her to watch you die.

And I've seen the limits of your mercy and I tell you now, no son of Troy will ever submit to a foreign ruler.

Trojan soldiers died protecting you. Perhaps they deserve more than your pity.

Pearls from the sea of Propontus.

Am I still your captive?

I have heard rumors of your beauty. And for once, the gossip is right.

Soldiers of Troy! You men are warriors! To lead you has been my honor!

Hector fights for his country! Achilles fights only for himself!

You were brave to fight them. You have courage.

To fight back when I'm attacked? A dog has that kind of courage.

It's no insult to say a dead man is dead.

I can't ask anyone to fight for me. I'm no longer queen of Sparta.

You're a princess of Troy now. And my brother needs you tonight.

Menelaus was a brave man. He fought for honor. And every day I was with him, I wanted to walk into the sea and drown.

I almost lost this war because of your little romance.

I want to see him grow tall. I want to see all the girls chasing after him.

Well, of course you do, she's a beautiful woman.

Then I'll make it easy for him to find me. I'll walk right up to him and tell him you're mine.

May the gods keep the wolves in the fields and the women in our beds.

[lotomber]

Hello! hope your day is good! Can I request a Dazai x fem reader oneshots for a Royalty AU!

Where Dazai and reader were forced into an arranged marriage for war peace/ something else. At first Dazai doesn't like the idea and kinda hated reader, but eventually fall in love with her because of her kindness and patient.

I know it's kinda alot but hopefully you consider my request!

Thank you!

Hello, I really liked your idea👀 I tried my best to make it to your liking. Do tell me if you enjoyed it.😄

Yes to heaven ~✨Pt1|| Pt2

(ROYALTY AU!)

Pairing: Prince Dazai x Fem! Reader

Warning: arranged marriage, Enemies to lovers, Dazai being an ass to you at first, slightly suggestive at the end

Word count: ~1.4k

The Crown Prince of Eastern empire was known to be free soul, someone who doesn't like to be bound by rules and regulations. To such a Prince an arranged marriage was a nightmare. It all happened when he was summoned by the emperor a month ago. It was not the first time when his father the king arranged a married partner for him, he always used his antics to get rid of them but this time it was different. Dazai was told that if he doesn't agree to marry the princess of western empire he would be dethroned from his position as the prince, just for the sake of peace negotiations.

" Your Highness, the delegation from the western empire will be arriving tomorrow. And the wedding will be held the day after. I was told by the king to inform you all the preparations are done so you are to escort the princess tomorrow." said the grand chamberlain.

" Hah!! why should I escort her ? "

" That's cause she is your fiancée and soon to be wife. and I am sure the emperor already warned you to be on your best behavior" chamberlain warned him.

Dazai really hated the idea of marrying a complete stranger, much to his dismay he had no choice in this matter.

Next day when the delegation arrived Dazai was also waiting for you. He pretended not to but was still somewhat curious about what kind of person you were. The moment you came out of your carriage, Dazai was mesmerized by your beauty, he had heard the rumors of the western princess being an absolute beauty, he felt that the rumors did no justice to your beauty. But he tried to maintain his façade of not being interested. After all the formalities and the audience with the emperor, Dazai was told to show you your chamber.

It was finally the two of you alone and you tried to initiate a conversation with him but he paid no heed to your small talks.

" I'll get straight to the point, this marriage is just for the sake of our countries not because we want it. so don't even try to expect something from me. Either way you'll have to bear me. The maids will show you the rest of the way." Dazai deadpanned and just left you there before you could even reply.

After that you didn't get any opportunity to see him until the wedding. It was a grand wedding, delegations from various countries were there to witness the two empires tying knot. But to Dazai none of it mattered it was just something he had to get over with.

After the wedding was over, you were waiting for him in your chambers for the first night but he never came. The next morning you asked the maids about Dazai's whereabouts, they told you that he left the palace this early morning to inspect nearby villages due to flooding and won't be back for another week. A week passed and you were quick to adjust to your new surroundings, due to your open personality everyone took a liking to you already. When Dazai returned he saw you taking a walk in the garden, talking to the knights nearby. That evening he invited you for tea and you finally got the chance to talk to him.

" Hmm ~ I see you are already familiarized with the people in the palace. One might even think you've been living here for a long time." Dazai said sarcastically.

" Well after all my husband left me alone for a week just after our marriage so I had to get accustomed here. " Dazai was vexed by your response.

" I think I already told you not to expect anything from me. Besides you are surprisingly doing well for someone who was married off in a foreign land against her will. "

" I think you are mistaken about something, although it's true our marriage was arranged but marrying you was my own choice, no one forced this all on me." you told him firmly. Dazai was shocked by your response.

" Good for you then. Suit yourself. " he said hiding his initial bewilderment and then left.

After that day Dazai joined you for lunch or dinner frequently. Sometimes he also joined you for tea or brunches. He stopped avoiding you to a certain measure, instead he started to playfully annoy you but you were never bothered by him. You both started to hit it off together sometimes he rants to you about how the other nobles bother him or how his father nags him about his responsibilities. Or he just simply jokes around. He also started to observe you more, despite being a princess initially, you never looked down on others you always treated others with kindness no matter their status. You were not like the other stuck up noble women he met before. As the time went by you just started to plague his mind.

Soon after a banquet and a grand ball was held in celebration of emperor's birthday. Everyone was quiet busy due to the preparations, so was Dazai he couldn't find time to meet you. It was on the day of the ball he could finally see you after a long time. As you were to go together as a couple. You were getting ready by your maids when when he came to pick you up, so he was told to stay outside. When you came outside Dazai couldn't take his eyes off of you, calling you pretty was an understatement. To him you looked like an angel descended from heaven. Your long silk gown cupping your curves perfectly, Your long hair tied up in a bun letting some loose strands fall on your shoulders, those long eyelashes, your eyes which seemed to contain the whole universe in them, oh and those red lips of yours oh how would it feel to touch them ? He could feel himself melt in your presence.

" Shall we go ? " as you asked him he was shook away from his trance.

He was quiet all the way to the ballroom which was unusual for him and you were quick to notice that he was acting strange. Before you could ask him what was wrong your entry was announced.

Crown prince Dazai and princess ( name ) have arrived.

After that you both proceeded to greet the emperor and few other nobles. It was your first time coming to such a social event after your marriage. You were quickly surrounded by people who wanted to win your favor. You tried to find Dazai but he was pulled by other nobles. After some time you were able to get out of from the crowd. You were completely exhausted so you decided to have drink. Just then someone came to ask you for a dance, you puzzled whether to accept or not cause it would be impolite to reject his invitation. Suddenly Dazai came from behind and grabbed you by your waist.

" Sorry gentlemen but my wife seems to be tired so we will be taking our leave. If you will excuse us ." Dazai said smiling but there was an underlying sternness in his voice. Everyone left you alone after that. For the whole evening Dazai couldn't take off his eye from you, he saw you surrounded by those snake like people trying to gain your attention. What pissed him even more were those scummy men who were trying to approach you thinking as if they have a chance with you.

As for you, It was the first time Dazai ever called you his wife you were taken aback by his demeanor so you just asked him,

" Since when did you start calling me your wife?" you taunted him.

" Well technically you are my wife so what's wrong with me calling you my wife. Besides I don't like idea of those dirtbags thinking they could have what's mine." He then pulled you away to an empty balcony. Before you could say anything he cupped your cheeks placing his thumb on your lips smudged your lipstick. You could feel your blood running through your cheeks making you blush.

" Dazai wha- He shuts you abruptly by locking his lips with yours, It was a slow and sensual kiss. He could feel you melt in his arms as you reciprocated his kiss, hooking your arms on his neck. Both of you pull apart for a second to look at each other, then once again lean in to kiss but this time more passionate, all your senses were overpowered by the feeling of pure ecstasy, running out of breathe you pulled away again. Then Dazai suddenly whispers in your ear " Don't you think we have postponed our first night for quiet a long time~ "

[domxmarvel]

Just as you are

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Malleus x Tomboy!Female!Reader-“You’re the most beautiful being on the earth”

"Will you join me in Briar valley for my birthday?" 

"I've never been there before,but of course I'll go with you"

"Perfect,I can't wait to show you all my favorite places. You'll love it there"

You knew that Malleus was the prince of Briar valley,yet you were still surprised that they would be planning a ball for his birthday. It shouldn't have been,but maybe spending so much time with him made you forget that he is royalty. However the idea of a ball made you nervous,you knew you'd probably have to wear a dress. Which you didn't feel comfortable in,but you didn't want to disappoint Malleus,especially on his birthday. He led you through the castle,pointing out various rooms. 

"And this is the room you'll be staying in" He stopped at a room. "My room is just across from yours,if you need anything let me know. I'll leave you to settle in,someone will be by with your outfit for tomorrow night" 

"Is it a dress?" You asked,not looking him in the eye.

"No,it's not. I thought you wouldn't like it,so I got you a suit that matches mine" You hugged him before he could finish his sentence. 

"Thank you"

"Y/N I love you,and I would never want you to change for me because you’re the most beautiful being on the earth" You pulled him down and kissed him,he picked you up and suddenly you felt something soft against your back. Quickly realizing he had pushed you onto the bed,still not let go of your lips. Not until you pushed him away so you could breathe. 

"We can't do this here,what if someone walks?" Just as you asked,there was a knock on the door,he immediately got off of you and opened the door. He had a brief conversation with someone before closing the door. You had moved next to him,but the second he closed the door,he picked you up and moved back to the bed.

“Don’t worry,I made sure no one will bother us” Grabbing his horns,you pulled him down,you could already feel his hands on your waist to pull you even closer. And immediately you knew you messed up by grabbing his horns,the look on his face made it obvious. 

“Malleus?” He flipped you over,pressing his cock against your ass. You soon felt his fangs bite down on your neck.

You held onto his horns as his grip on your hips,he wasn’t holding back in the slightest. You could feel the ground shaking with each thrust,you could barely make noise other than moans. You let go of his horns,instead wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He stopped.

“Is everything alright?”

“Everythings great”

“Why did you let go?”

“I didn’t want to accidentally hurt you”

“Darling,I’m not that fragile. I want you to hold on as tight as you can” You moved your hands back to his horns. It was like you flipped a switch,he was back to his brutal pace. You kissed him,gripping his horns tighter and using them to keep him still. He was still thrusting while kissing you. “Y/N,you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen and I want you by my side until our very last day”

“Malleus,what do you mean?”

“I want you,all of you. I want you to be my queen”

[woncon]

➳ a stubborn heart

➶ bts x fem!reader ｡˚ °

-ˏ` ✎﹏ you need to choose a future-husband at today's ball. Even if you love seven princes equally. Little do you know, the princes have a plan.

➴ genre: royalty au, fantasy, prince!bts, princess!reader, forbidden love, poly, fluff

: ̗̀➛ warnings: mentions of arranged marriage, but reader has some independence

⌨ :: 2.2K words ♡ ︵ . .

⁀➷ thanks to @wonsheep for helping me fix my grammar mistakes and for giving me advice how to convert a whole story into another language precisely °♡̷•.

➳ bts masterlist | main masterlist

➴ a/n: i recommend listening to mdp's boy with luv orchestral cover while reading. i wrote this fic when i listened to it and it's such a masterpiece !

The princess and her father are descending a marble staircase covered with white carpets trimmed with gold. The participants of the ball all look up at and bow to the host. The man smiles and waves, while squeezing his child's properly held hand and whispering:

"Today you have to choose a prince for yourself. If you don't, I'll give your hand to Leopold."

You grit your teeth, trying not to grimace, still smiling softly. King Leopold is sixty-eight years old, he has had two wives. So far, has no successor, but rules a very rich empire not so far from your homeland. To keep peaceful relations, it would be a great deal if your dad made you marry him. But you would never be able to love that figure.

You were saved from this marriage - desired by your father only - by your mother, who convinced her husband to give you a chance of finding a man worthy of you, with whom you can spend your life happily.

This is your last opportunity to do so. Now, when all the possible princes have shown up, when they are waiting for you to give permission to propose.

"Do you understand me?"

You nod, yet you know you won't succeed, no matter how hard you try.

You already gave your heart away.

At the end of the stairs, the prince of the southern kingdom, Namjoon, whom you first met at the January ball, is waiting for you. The man is suave, wise, and has a library of magic in his mind and a seductive cavalcade of emotions in his heart.

He extends his hand and flashes a polite smile. He is donning an ice-blue coat and snow-white gloves. The king happily nods and hands you over to the young gentleman.

Namjoon leads you to the dance floor and doesn't say anything until you start dancing.

"Is this your last ball as an unmarried girl?" he asks in a whisper, probing.

"Yes, I'm afraid..." You let out a sad sigh. Namjoon turns you around and holds you in his arms again. As long as you look into his eyes, the thought of tomorrow is not so painful.

"Have you decided yet?" 

"You know I can't."

Ever since you had met him, you had a turn on the dance floor together at every ball. You're titled as friends officially. This way, you can share your doubts and fears, the truth with the man.

That you're in love. Into seven princes at once, and it breaks your heart to choose between them, because you know they all would love you back.

Namjoon nods in understanding and your heart pounds in your throat, waiting for what advice he has to give. Although your companion's lips tremble, they do not form words. He breathes a gentle kiss on your silk-covered palm, then leaves you with your own company.

And you find yourself trapped not only by confusion, but also by another prince. You had met the man in the golden clothes at a ball organized by your family, and you danced almost all night. Pans are very good at music and entertainment.

"Hoseok!" you gently caress his shoulder as you continue from where you and Namjoon left off.

"Did you miss me?" The man smiles playfully, his face already flushed. Warmth spreads in your chest. You try to mentally separate from the strangeness of saying goodbye to your previous partner.

"Of course."

"And would you like to marry me, so that you will never suffer from my absence again?"

"I wish it was that easy." Your upper bodies touch as you take a step closer, hand in hand, as required by the choreography.

"It is that easy," he nods encouragingly. "Didn't Namjoon tell you?"

"Tell me what?" You take the prince's outstretched arm and walk around him.

"If he didn't say anything, I won't, either. Taehyung will fill you in."

"Did you organize something?" A spark of hope flares up in you. "Hoseok, please, ‘fess up!"

But your partner only shakes his head with a sweetly insolent smile, and the dance is over. You bow to each other, Hoseok kisses your hand and leaves.

You look around frantically, wanting to find the aforementioned prince, so that you can get the answer from him. You don't see him, and you don't move, therefore you're asked for a dance again.

"May I?" This time the hand is covered by a green satin glove. The color of nature, charm, elves. And Seokjin is their prince-to-be-married. A beautiful, humorous gentleman who is perfectly worthy of your heart.

You’d be a fool to reject the attractive Seokjin's request, but at the same time, you still don't give up your search for Taehyung with a troubled gaze.

"Have you seen Taehyung?" You ask as you stand on your tiptoes to look over his shoulder. Seokjin furrows his expertly arched eyebrows.

"You wouldn’t just accept his ring instead of my emerald, would you?"

"According to Hoseok, he supposedly has something to say to me."

"Oh," he smiles alluringly. "He has something, indeed."

"If you know, please don't torment me anymore. Tell me!"

"I can tell you, but it comes at a price." He leans to your ear, whispering. "Marry me."

"I wish I could." Your eyelashes flutter longingly. You two link your fingers, go around each other, and Seokjin spins you elegantly around your axis.

When the song is over and Seokjin has said his proper goodbye, you start your journey and break through the crowd. There is no way that the prince of the sirens is not here.

Then you see him - the handsome man dressed in gray, but suddenly another individual grabs your waist, and turns you towards him.

"Princess, you're magnificent." Even the voice of King Leopold is wrinkled as he pronounces these words, glancing at his prospective bridge in appreciation.

Finally, the prince of the mermaids enters the scene, who showed you glowing stones in the depths of the water for the first time, and gave you one, so that you would never forget him. You love him so much that you wouldn’t be able to do that.

"Excuse me, are you free for a dance, princess?" Jimin puts on his most charming smile as he bows and offers a helping hand.

Leopold frowns, reluctantly pulling you closer to him.

"She is dancing with me."

"Did you ask her?"

"Forgive me, Your Majesty." Your heart calms as soon as the king lets you go, and your palm slips between the warm fingers belonging to Jimin. Mermaids don't wear gloves, only bracelets made of small shells that wrap around their middle fingers.

"You could thank me by accepting our offer. You would never have to worry about this man again."

"What offer, Jimin? So far none of you have said anything, you've only hinted at things. If you don't fill me in, I'm afraid I'll pass out from excitement."

"Taehyung wants to tell you." Jimin holds your hips tightly as your back bends towards the ground.

"Then why didn't he come to me yet?"

"As much as we'd all dance the night away with you, there are other princesses and countesses besides you, and they have good taste, just like you."

"Was that a compliment?"

"I tried."

You notice that you're not dancing in unison. Although all of Jimin's movements are impeccable, everything is done to the rhythm, you evade couples in the process, getting closer to Taehyung. 

Leopold - determined, in terms of his intentions - is getting closer and closer to you. The next dance form in the evening will be the first waltz. He certainly feels entitled to own your first waltz.

After distancing yourself from Jimin, you hustle in the opposite direction of where Leopold is. Yet a gentle touch lands on your covered wrist. You prepare to shake off the pushy, old king.

"Found you." It's not Leopold, but the prince of the wolves. Even though they have little dancing tradition, he waltzes perfectly and your first waltz at every single ball is his. His moves are dazzling. "May I have this dance?"

"You know it's always yours." You smile with relief as Jungkook pulls you close, and as you get lost in his brown eyes, the surrounding world and everyone in it falls apart. 

He is donning a well-tailored red shirt, his jet-black hair hanging slightly in his eyes, and his smile is sweet. He is the same age as you.

"Are you excited?"

"I can't wait to find out what this is all about."

"You don't know yet?" You shake your head. "Then I'll be watching closely to see your reaction. Maybe it’ll be a bit of an unsettling experience, but even sweeter."

"You are all sly, the way you keep secrets from me." 

Jungkook laughs. You step in front of and next to each other, in sync and harmony, as you fight the battle of words. 

When the song is over, Taehyung can finally take your hand in his. At first you're so excited that you can hardly speak.

"Tell me!" The prince tilts his head. "The plan. Please."

The siren smiles. He can move his lips very charmingly. Near his home, on the beach, he had kissed you. You had almost lost your mind from the beauty, from feeling as if you were the most beautiful woman in the whole world for Taehyung.

"This is your last ball," declares the prince, then he leans closer to murmur the tingly continuation "Because we're running away tonight."

"What?" You step aside, luckily not onto your partner's feet. 

But you can't pry for any more explanations at the moment, a short exchange of couples takes place, the male member of the couple dancing next to you grabbing you by the arm, making a circle before you could talk to Taehyung again.

"How?"

"All you need to do is go out to the balcony with Yoongi. He will fly you to his own land, where we will all gather, and from the moment you run away, you'll already be ours."

You'll be theirs. Your body goes numb at the thought that this is indeed possible: you don't have to choose, because you can have them all without your father inflicting a terrible fate on you.

"Hold me tight!" As if all the air had been squeezed out of your lungs. The surprise weighs heavily on your whole being. Euphoria and terror mingle in it - betrayal is being prepared, but for the sake of love.

"That is all I want." Taehyung hugs you, leads you and whispers sweet nothings about the future, begging you to agree. He doesn't know yet, that as soon as you heard the news, you were already in it. You just can't communicate this yet.

The dance is over.

"We’ll see each other again soon, right?" You smile, adjusting the silver seaweed crown on your partner's head, for whom this sparkling look and the hidden hint of the words are enough answers for his question. "Take me anywhere you want, because I am yours. And thank you for being mine."

"Forever." The boy leaves.

You close your eyes, sighing. You want to calm down, you don't want to seem suspicious. You can't screw up your only chance at actual happiness. You are beginning to like the fact that you found out the result of beating around the bush only now. If you had been aware of it before, it's not certain that you would have reached this part of the evening in such a peaceful state of being.

Finally, the prince of dragons, the seventh of your loves, approach you to dance at your last ball, but he notices something about your body.

"You're trembling..." He gently hugs your waist, stopping with you during the movement so that you move a little further on the floor.

Before your first dragon ball, you were afraid of the majestic but terrifying creatures. Until the prince led you into the flower maze and showed you his body covered in night gray scales.

His horns are still twisted towards the sky, but you don't feel even a slight bit of fear around him anymore. 

"Did something happen?"

"I think I need some air." Then you lean a little closer, clinging to the other's shoulder with a pleading look. "Take me out of here, please."

Yoongi flashes a satisfied, proud grin, which beautifully paints his often gloomy face. He grabs your waist, holding hands with you, spinning and turning to reach the balcony door. 

He opens it for you. The cool summer breeze caresses your bare upper arms, the liberating idea of ​​distance. Yoongi takes your hand again and guides you to the railing, where he stands up himself and helps you - his beloved - up. 

The depth is repulsive and attractive at the same time. Your legs are shaking.

"We're going to jump," he murmurs, then reassuringly adds: "Don't be afraid, I'll catch you."

"I trust you," you answer with a nod. 

Then you jump, shutting your eyes, without screaming, and in the next moment, you're on a strong dragon's back between the two wings. You cling to the horns. 

And you fly in the starlit night towards the land of dragons, freedom and love.

[jooniperbonsai]

Thanks for the Sub (ksj) | Chapter Three

Pairing: Camboy!Seokjin x Gamer!Reader (afab)

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 14.9k

Release date: March 24, 2024

Genre: Smut, fluff, angst, camboy au, gamer au, comedy, crack, slow burn (?), coworkers/boss/friends to lovers, an exploration of adults in their late 20s/early 30s

Summary: Now that Seokjin has agreed to come over and help you practice for your streams, you find there's a lot more you want to do with him than actually prepare for this stream.

Chapter Warnings: Anxiety and panic attacks HEAVILY referenced in this chapter, familial verbal and emotional abuse that might be triggering to some (slamming of doors, manipulative behaviors), references to puberty, implied chubby/fat reader, references to disordered eating (not main characters), references to oral (f), mention of sub drop, Seokjin is STRONG and the king of consent, lots of little domestic moments idk let's hope I didn't forget anything

a/n: Ahh finally, I'm so sorry it took so long to get to you. I have been very busy in my little corner of reality so I haven't had a chance to really dive back in for a while. I hope you enjoy more of the backstory to the characters in this one, I found pulling away from the spicy bits a little necessary so I could learn more about my characters as they grow.

I'll be in South Korea these next few weeks for my birthday, so I might be mostly offline but I'll enjoy looking at your comments, tags, questions, etc, while I'm away! Thanks for your patience. Enjoy! -h

This, she thinks, is goodbye. Her body sprawled in the silk sheets of August’s chamber, head thrust back onto the plush pillows. Never again in her life did she think she would see the dark beams of his ceiling again, yet now, her legs bent and open for him, his lips eagerly suckling her inner thigh, she couldn’t imagine life any other way. 

How many times had she counted each knot in the wood above her, her eyes tracing the swirl and swell of the grain while August swirled the swell of her sex? Perfectly matched in this way, as if he were reading her like a map he’d crafted himself. He knew her. Knew all of her, how the heady moan leaving her throat now was a sign she was becoming impatient with his thorough ministrations. 

She dared to risk a glance down, only to see him watching her intently, devilishly choosing that moment to latch himself onto her, a wicked smirk flashing across his face as she elicited a hearty gasp. 

“August,” she breathed, instinctively tangling her fingers through his newly-raven hair, dyed dark now to comply with his family’s request. While his once-bleached locks were the definite sign of his rebellion, a sign that he would fight against the ruling state and their convoluted and asinine laws that prevented royalty from marrying a commoner, she admitted his natural hair suited him more. He looked less harsh this way, his delicate skin creamy and soft as she skimmed her fingertips across his cheek. 

“No,” he breathed into her sex, sending a delightful shiver down her spine. 

Something about the glint in his eye as he feasted upon her spelled out more than simple lust. No, she forbade herself to think that this was more than a parting gift, a transaction before she would be cast aside for his betrothed. 

“Please,” she begged, though she knew she was asking for many things in that request. Please end the hunger between her legs, please end his engagement. Please take her to bed tonight and tomorrow and every night after. Please love me. 

“Say my name,” he growled, sitting up to wipe his mouth with the back of his robe sleeve.

“August,” she called but he only chuckled darkly, the cool blue of the fabric cascading around him. 

 She felt so exposed. Here she was, completely naked, and yet he hadn’t even begun to undress. It felt cold, final, and sickening. Her eyes roved his body, looking for more skin, anything to keep her close to him at this moment, but he was so carefully tucked away. 

“August,” she said again and he shook his head. 

“That’s not my name,” he argued. 

Her eyebrows knit together, and she reached forward, needing now more than ever to touch him. She was drowning fast in the night, the blue robes sweeping over both their bodies as he leaned closer, finally letting her grip his forearm as she groped around. He was drifting from her in one way or another, his body a boat on the water that was capsizing her under his waves. 

“I–I can’t. I can’t see you. I–.” A rush of white hot panic surged into her throat, constricting her words. As she began drowning, August moved quickly, disrobing himself and pulling her into his embrace. She gasped for air as she wrenched out a heavy sob, her nipples stroking the soft hairs on his chest, yet she ignored the sensation instead for the thing she needed more: his heartbeat. 

There, in his chest, was the melodic thrum that sought to calm her erratic one, calling her home to him in the cold night air. 

“Breathe, Petal,” he commanded, and she felt a rush of air fall from her lungs as she remembered once more to do the most simple of human tendencies. His arms laced around her back, where the soft tracing of his fingers along her spine brought her back into herself. 

“I’m sorry,” she cried, a prick of tears falling despite her best efforts to appear unaffected. 

He hummed in response. 

“Stay with me,” he whispered, and she felt her joints loosen as she molded herself further into his embrace. 

“I want to,” she replied, voice unsteady. “Sugar, please just hold me.”

He melted into her, a pool of warmth overtaking him as he absorbed her nickname. He kissed her forehead, her temples, everywhere his mouth could spread some of the sweetness.

After long, she hummed a satisfied sound through her lips, and her hips began rocking against him. He laid her back down, his eyes searching hers before the corner of his mouth ticked into a smirk. 

“You with me?” he asked, his smirk becoming a full grin as she bucked further toward him, desperate and wanting. He was back, the ever-changing prince who within a blink of an eye could transform the room into his sensual paradise. 

August’s hand skimmed up her calf and back between her thighs, resting up against her heat. 

“August,” she panted, and he chuckled darkly, the scar over his eye almost glowing in the moonlight. 

“I told you that’s not my name,” he warned, sliding his fingers into her wet folds. 

“Seokjin,” you said, his name caught in your throat as he continued moving.

“Good girl,” he coaxed, two of his fingers covering the edges of your clit as he began rolling it under his touch. 

“Fuck.” 

The wooden beams were gone. Now it was the familiar white plaster that you often looked at, trying to remember what constellations were above during what season, though you could never see the stars anyway in this part of the city. 

Seokjin pulled himself up off the chamber bed, though the chamber was hazy, almost pixelated as you realized around you it was not the chamber of August and his beloved, but your small bedroom. 

“Focus,” he commanded, and your eyes flashed over to Seokjin, who was naked and sweaty, his chest flush like it was when you’d seen him before. His fingers roamed over your calf and he lifted you leg at an angle, exposing your pussy to the cool air. 

Seokjin licked his lips and began swirling his fingers around your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. 

“You gonna be good for me?” he asked and you moaned an affirmative as you felt the first of his fingers tip into you. 

“Nuh uh, use your words, Y/N.” 

You opened your mouth to beg but found no words could come out. He cocked his head, confused. Seokjin reached over to touch your face. You felt nothing. 

“What–”

The plop of the book hitting the floor jars you awake. At some point in reading, you must’ve dozed off, your world and the book world merging into a hot, overwhelming dream that has your heart racing. 

He’s in your mind again, Seokjin. And it really is all your fault. Because you’ve spent the rest of your weekend and the first half of this week texting him with a plan to put this After Dark stream into place, an idea that you hadn’t really thought through before proposing to him. 

You know you want this, to feel at ease in your body and confident to hold your own on streams. Especially since the option to quit is becoming less and less of an option. This week, your university confirmed your withdrawal, meaning that for the next few months you’ll be focusing on streaming and working more shifts at the restaurant to try and replenish your income for the summer term. 

And that also means you’ll be seeing Seokjin a lot more often. Your stomach does a tiny flip just thinking about it. 

Now with him being around you everywhere, all the time, your subconscious has been drifting to dreams of him, and every waking thought is somehow finding a way to wiggle him in. At the market this morning, you were walking through the produce section where you noticed a large pile of mangoes on sale. Does Seokjin like mangoes? you’d wondered. That shirt on the mannequin would look good on Seokjin. That dog looks like the one in the old picture in Seokjin’s office. What would Seokjin think about this recurring ad? 

It’s becoming relentless. So much so that you also find yourself asking him random questions to take the edge off. 

Me 1:47PM: Thoughts about fruit on pizza. 

Seokjin 1:50PM: Are you asking because we are having pizza later?

Me 1:51PM: No I was just wondering

Me 1:51PM: Unless you want that later? I can get us some 

Me 1:51PM: I’ll pay

Seokjin 1:51PM: No you will not! I’ll pay

Seokjin 1:53PM: Also depends on the kind of fruit

Seokjin 1:53PM: Never had blueberries on pizza. 

Seokjin 1:54PM: But I would maybe try it. Pineapple is fine though.

Seokjin 1:55PM: I’ll pick up the pizza on the way over. Be there at 6. 

Seokjin agreed to stop by today to do some roleplay exercises for you to practice before your stream later tonight. He thought it was important that you run through the full scale of situations you might be presented with so you could say no firmly but without risking losing your viewership, two things equally at odds with each other for you most of the time. 

You look for your phone in the mess of your couch cushions, assuming that at some point in your impromptu nap, it slunk down between the crack. Sure enough, you find it nestled between two cushions, the comfort of its weight in your hand dismissing some of the panic when you see it’s only 4:30. He hasn’t texted, which means he hasn’t canceled.

You remember from his stream last week that he maintains a tempered persona, never giving too much or too little away to his viewers. He’d exuded such self control. Is he always like that? 

You know he mostly keeps it together at work, but that amount of restraint shocks you. You’re always wondering what it is that will make him snap. Sure, you’ve seen him annoyed, or occasionally yelling at your coworkers, but never rageful. Never out of control. That just isn’t Seokjin. 

Determined to keep your hands busy while you wait for him to arrive, you busy yourself tidying, though your apartment is scarily clear because you’ve been frantically cleaning all day. You walk into the kitchen, a small, narrow room that has never been very welcoming as a cooking space. Your old, banged up fridge has dents from where the door has opened too quickly and rocketed into the oven handle, leaving a jagged, metal scar on the surface.

When you’d first moved in, you didn’t understand how something could be so damaged, but within the first week, it became apparent how heavy and quickly the door swung into it, probably because the floors, and thus everything else, doesn’t sit exactly level in the space, meaning that everything that you bake comes out at an angle, and everything else always falls to one side of the pan, making things uneven. Every time you use your rolling pin, you have to place it on an oven mitt or else you risk it rolling into the large gap between the countertop and the wall. 

Your apartment is one that you’ve done your best to uplift. While your kitchen is somewhat of a hellhole, with a buzzing fluorescent light that sounds almost like it’s mocking you when you dare to cook anything in it, the rest of your space has some sense of charm to it. 

There’s a large window facing the back parking lot of the building, which some may find less exciting because it isn’t exuding some Instagram-worthy backdrop of urban living, but you benefit from the fact that there’s a large, undeveloped lot in your view, with some plum trees that will bloom in the next few weeks, and the soft chartreuse green that ushers in the early spring grasses is slowly starting to brighten in hue. 

Some summer nights, you crack your window and hear the loud chattering of cicadas and birds as they rustle through the trees, and it helps to distract from the usual traffic noises that ricochet off the other buildings around you. 

You have some small herbs growing on the windowsill, as well as some salvaged green onion ends you’d tossed into an empty yogurt pot with soil and let take off. A sad excuse for a dining table is propped against it with two mismatched chairs. 

An oversized, well-loved, brown couch you got for a steal from one of those local posting groups takes up a large chunk of your living room, which will probably have to be sawed in half to get out of your space if you ever move. It weighs a ton and you can’t even shuffle it into a better angle toward your television, which has resulted in one side of the couch being further worn-down and frumpy from the creases of you sitting in the same spot day after day. The other side usually houses a variety of character plushies and a large pink knit blanket you swaddle yourself in regularly. Today, everything is given a place, and the blanket is folded and resting on the back of the couch. 

The rest of your apartment is a collection of stuff: some mismatched bookshelves shoved into one corner with all your smutty reads and figurines, postcards and repurposed mailers you’ve collaged into some type of wall art, and Barry, your Big Mouth Bass that knows one song and one song only: “Take Me to the River”. 

Due to your lack of space in your cozy apartment, your desk and gaming set-up are in your room. During streams, you tote out a collapsible green screen to give yourself at least some privacy, but behind the screen is your bed you’ve cluttered with some throw pillows, a dresser whose drawers are so warped they don’t fully close, the nightstand which hides your collection of sex toys, and that’s about it. As the months have progressed, your schoolwork has moved from being the main event on the desk to now being crammed into the shallow drawers beneath. Beyond that, your PC and streaming supplies take up the rest of the space in your room. 

After fussing with everything for a whole ten minutes, you retreat from your bedroom, heading into the hellscape kitchen to stare at the groceries you’ve just bought. 

A jar of kimchi, some beets, and a comically large bag of carrots you impulse bought greet you. You sigh. Yes, this is what you’ll have to do to make time pass. Pulling the items from the fridge, you shuffle around to gather your cutting board from its slot next to the microwave, and find your good knife set in the drawer. 

One of the conditions you were given upon being hired at the restaurant was to purchase your own set of knives. “It teaches you how to respect the tools before you. Having pride in your knives ensures you’ll serve food with pride,” Mr. Kim had told you. 

When you shared that knowledge with Seokjin he snorted. “It ensures you’ll not damage our own knives that he’s too cheap to replace is what he means.” 

Regardless, you now own a decent quality set of cutting knives, perfect for what you need them for. You scrub and lightly peel the carrots to trim away the dirt and uneven shapes adorning the outside.

Then, you begin your setup, placing your cutting board with a kitchen towel near the end to catch any rollaway carrots you’re bound to encounter during your task. You snag a large bowl, a rubber jar grip to keep the cutting board in place, and your Chef’s knife from your knife set. You chop up the kimchi and beets, doing a tiny bit of prep by cutting those for later in the week. Then, you begin with the carrots. 

You pull from the washed pile and grip your knife, and remember what Seokjin taught you: cut the rounded edge off the carrot so it sits flat on the board. You slice again, then again, stacking the pieces before cutting in the next direction until a pile of neat matchsticks lay before you. 

No chaos erupting in the kitchen, no pieces flinging to the floor or a semi-concussion. Just you, the yellow glow of the humming light, and your carrots. You begin the next one. Then again. It’s almost addicting, like the affirmation that you are capable of this, of anything, has started to warm something inside of you. 

When was the last time you felt this confident and assured? Felt like you were growing in the right direction? In school, you were used to doing fairly well and understanding the material, but this is different somehow. This is you seeing the results as they pile higher into the bowl. You reach for another and another, washing the rest of the carrots and scrubbing them before continuing. Your hands are now properly stained, the beet juice, gochugaru, and carrot juice making your hands look like you are bleeding, but you don’t care. The ache from your grip, the loud thumping at the door, they don’t mean anything in this moment when it’s you feeling the give of the vegetable as it splits into finer pieces. 

“Y/N?!! HELLO ARE YOU OKAY?” 

A familiar voice bellows from the hall, another sharp thunk hitting the metal door. Seokjin. 

Your eyes rip to the clock on the oven. It’s already five minutes past six. You’ve been cutting carrots for about an hour. 

Hastily, you rinse your hands, ignoring the sting as the cold water spurts from the faucet. You grab the kitchen towel off the oven handle, and rush to the door.

You barely have it unlocked before Seokjin barges in, two large pizza boxes and a six pack of beer in his hands as he steps over the threshold. He smells faintly of mint and eucalyptus. 

Seokjin whips in your direction, scanning his eyes over your face and down your body. 

“Are you hurt? Are you okay?” His eyes are wide, his pupils blown out as he fervently looks you up and down, gasping as he takes in your hands. “What happened?”

“What? No, no I’m fine!” You hold one hand up in his direction, taking the kitchen towel and rubbing it into your palm for good measure. “They’re stained. Um, I was cutting vegetables.”

His eyes flit to the direction of the kitchen, where the light is still on and buzzing, and you can just make out the chopping board on the counter. Now assured you’re not injured, Seokjin recovers, stepping out of his shoes and padding into the kitchen.

“Whoa, you really were going to town in here with the carrots weren’t you? I thought I could smell it on you.” 

Your cheeks flood with heat. “Well, you said I had to practice.” 

Seokjin chuckles, shaking his head in amusement before holding up the six pack. “Uh, I brought beer. I don’t know if you like it or not but I feel like it goes really well with pizza.” 

You smile. “I’m not sure if getting me wasted is the solution to setting boundaries with my stream. Doesn’t alcohol lower your inhibitions?”

He cocks an eyebrow. “Are you planning on finishing off this entire six pack by yourself and getting trashed? Much less beer that is…” He squints at the packaging. “...four percent alcohol?” 

You laugh. “No, I suppose not. Thank you.” You take the case from his hands and pluck two bottles from the cardboard before putting the rest in the fridge. Holding the cold bottle in your hands, you grimace. 

“What’s wrong? Do you not like this brand?” Seokjin asks. 

You shake your head. “No, it’s not that. Um, I don’t really drink often so I don’t actually own a bottle opener.” 

Seokjin frowns and looks around your kitchen, grazing his hand along the chipped laminate counters. Then he takes the bottle in his hand and whacks it down on the counter edge on an angle. The cap pops off, a subtle wisp of fog puffing from the top. He smirks, proud. He gestures for you to hand him your bottle. 

With ease, he pops off the second cap and deposits it back into your hands. 

Your jaw hangs slack. “Wh-how did you do that?” you ask. 

He chuckles. “There’s a science to it, angles. I’m just glad I didn’t take a chunk of the counter with me. I’ve done that before.” 

“And you risked my counter top just now?” 

He snorts. “Come on, did anything happen? A little bit of trust would be nice, Y/N.” He glances at the giant bowl of cut carrots. “Well, you’ve certainly improved. What are you going to make with all those?” 

You pull your lips into a thin line. You hadn’t thought about it. Your silence seems to tip Seokjin off to that as well, because after a sip of beer, he sets his bottle on the back end of the counter, rolling up his sleeves and scooting over to the sink to wash his hands. 

“What are you doing?” you ask. 

“Cooking,” he replies simply. “Do you have flour? Green onions?” 

You nod. “Okay, get those. I’ll also need some soybean paste if you have it, vegetable oil, salt, and sugar.” 

You furrow your brows. You know this recipe from the restaurant. “You’re making jeon? But, we already have pizza.” 

“We can have the pizza as an appetizer. Jeon will be the main course.”  

You laugh. “How much do you think I eat?” 

“Not much. But you see, I am very hungry.” Heat shoots to your core. You glance over at Seokjin, who is looking at you amused as he squeezes the carrots between his hands to wring out the excess juice.

You didn’t really notice before, but Seokjin looks effortlessly cool, a loose pink linen button down framing his broad shoulders. He’s left the top two buttons undone, exposing the white t-shirt he wears underneath. Lighter wash jeans cover his strong thighs. If a stranger ever passed him on the street, they might think he’s too cool for them, too serious or vain.

But, there are notes of him everywhere in this outfit that suggests the break in the persona. One of the buttons in the middle of his shirt has popped open, a few hairs on the back of his head are cowlicked out of place, and on his feet are a pair of neon green Chikorita Pokemon socks. You find it impossible to hide your amusement. 

“Ah, got it. Nice socks by the way,” you joke, trying to distract from the singing heat and close proximity. You can’t help but think about the last time you and Seokjin were in such confined spaces and how that ended up. “Didn’t know you were going to use your feet later to guide an airplane into landing.” 

“Well, I figured it was a necessary backup in case your hands weren’t bright enough.” He nods toward you. You laugh. 

“Touché.” 

You open your upper cabinet. The paper bag of flour sits on the middle shelf, which you usually climb onto the counter to reach, but with Seokjin in the kitchen, there’s even less space than usual. You stretch, lifting onto your tiptoes. Your fingertips brush the bag, but it’s not enough to move it. As you try to angle yourself better, you see two large hands come above yours, Seokjin easily grabbing the flour off the shelf to set down onto the counter. 

You feel his body heat behind you, his shirt brushing the small of your back from where your own rode up during your stretch, and a swell of goosebumps rise on your arms from the gentle tickle. 

“There,” Seokjin says softly into your ear, almost breathless. “Don’t want to have any more kitchen related incidents, do we?” Too soon, he moves away, his warmth, the subtle note of his cologne fading into the smell of the green onions he’s set next to your not-so-glorious prep space. 

Suddenly, he scoffs. You turn toward him. “What?”

“Really, Y/N? Have you learned nothing?” The heat in your core immediately dissipates, welcoming a familiar sour stroke of shame as you try to put together what you’ve missed. How did you fuck this up? What haven’t you learned? When you focus on what he’s pointing at, you realize he isn’t angry. He’s teasing you. 

Your knife is unsheathed on the cutting board, abandoned in your haste to let him in. “When are you ever going to learn basic kitchen safety?” he laughs. The prick of embarrassment dissolves, Seokjin’s laugh soothing the ache.

You smile and shrug. “In my defense, I didn’t have the time to put it away or in the sink because you were disturbing the peace by practically breaking my door down.” 

He rolls his eyes and sighs. “Well excuse me for wanting to ensure your safety. Now where’s that soybean paste?”

Seokjin had been sitting on, or practically in your couch for the last twenty minutes as you ran through various scenarios and questions you were likely to experience while streaming. Your old couch was comfy, but as you’d practiced longer, he felt he was shrinking, the cushions settling further and further down. That, he thought, was probably going to hurt to climb out when the time came. 

Despite the size and outdated condition your apartment was in, he was fascinated with how you’d chosen to decorate it, as if everything had its own place. You had an impressive collection of colorful books on a bookshelf, framed in with little knick-knacks and figurines of your favorite characters or collectibles. One large sunny window was decorated with stickers that acted as prisms, sending rainbow beams across your floor at a certain point in the day. A photo of a very young you and two people he assumed were your parents leaning against a guard rail over a canyon was framed and hung next to a giant plastic fish. 

No, you didn’t have much. It was clear you’d thrifted or trash picked most of the furniture in your apartment, with the exception of your computer setup. You’d taken him into your bedroom to show him what system you used, how you’d built your system based on the specifications of your mod, who Seokjin now knew, was also your best friend Wonwoo. 

But Seokjin couldn’t help but revel in how well cared for and cozy this small place was, so different from the cold floors of his own apartment. It reminded him of the tiny place he used to live in with his parents. It was familiar, safe. 

When he’d come in, he did worry something was wrong. You weren’t one to not answer, attentive in the restaurant to everyone, often whipping your head in someone’s direction the second you heard the first sound of your name slip through someone’s lips. When you didn’t answer, he’d wondered if you’d been injured or worse. As much as he tried not to judge your building, he was a little concerned about the safety precautions put in place. He’d walked straight in, no lock on the front door, no door man. Everyone’s names were blatantly listed on their mailboxes. If anyone wanted to find you, it wouldn’t be hard to do so. 

But you were fine, and the acrid worry that had bloomed in him during those five minutes of you not answering had dissolved once he saw your bright smile, and the even brighter colored stains on your hands. 

They were still blotchy, though a few runs under the sink with dish soap was helping them fade. As you feathered a hand through your hair, he found himself grinning. The fact that you had acquired a bulk bag of carrots and used them for practice was so endearing to him. He never doubted your dedication to work, but the fact that you were using the techniques he taught you in your kitchen had brightened something in Seokjin he hadn’t even known felt dark. 

And he also couldn’t ignore the sense of pride he had as you practically moaned into the jeon you two had made together, the crispy texture and roll of hot oil over your tongue invoking something in you Seokjin couldn’t help but be drawn to. You loved to eat. It was one of the first things he noticed about you, and as creepy as it sounded, also what stoked those first wisps of attraction. 

You loved food the way he did, without care, or at least without care the way most people who he was raised around cared. No, you didn’t eat a lot, but when you did, you were all in, bare hands sticky after eating peaches, their juice dribbling down your chin and forearms, joyful hums when you bit into your favorite crunchy snacks from the convenience store. 

He remembered growing up the ways in which women, even his mother, were almost afraid of food, afraid of how they would spend hours in the kitchen making heaps of it, pounds of fresh kimchi, grilled fish, decadent soups with tofu and mushrooms and packets of ramyeon, and yet when it was time to eat, they were too busy too or suddenly not hungry, or they would eat a few bites and excuse themselves from the table to clean up. 

It was sad, really. Because Seokjin ate and ate fully, and maybe because he wasn’t a woman he didn’t need to worry about his body that way, or maybe because he always had some insane metabolism that didn’t impose weight like it did with others, but it never hit him the same. He loved food. 

And clearly so did you, delighted in the meal he gave you, even eliciting a groan as you washed down a bite with your beer. It was like you were grateful for every bite of food that ever entered your mouth.

“You were right. This does taste better together,” you said. He was practically beaming. 

He glanced down at the pile of jeon. They weren’t bad, but they were a little uneven. While cooking, he’d noticed that something was a bit off about your kitchen. Your oven and everything else were a bit titled, and it pooled the jeon batter toward one end, making them thicker on one side and harder to cook properly. Your fridge door also was dented, having the similar issue of the weight pushing things to one side. He made a mental note to shove some cardboard under the floor pegs later to help level the appliances. 

Your counter situation, though, he couldn’t help. You would just have to keep with your barricade at the end to avoid rolling. But you seemed to be savvy in how you solved the various erroneous features of your apartment, making the best of what you had. 

In fact, as Seokjin sat in the crook of your massive couch, he noticed why this side was so sunken; it was the only spot you could actually see the TV from this angle. He wondered if he could shuffle it a little bit more in a better view while you were streaming later, or if you would even notice. 

You hovered next to the couch, your bottom lip worried between your teeth. You were nervous about something. 

“What is it?” He asked. The time for your stream was growing nearer, and he’d promised he would stay for at least the first half, setting up his laptop in your living room. 

“What am I doing?” you groaned and flopped down on the floor, a frustrated wail muffling into the carpet. 

“Testing yourself and growing. Listen, Y/N, you know you don’t have to do this, but we’ve been over it daily at this point. You want more money and this is what you’ve decided is the most viable option. After-Dark type streams do make a lot more money, you want to exercise more freedom with yourself, do I need to go on?” 

You shook your head. Seokjin chuckled. 

“Okay, so–yah, sit up!” You bolted off the carpet and folded your legs underneath you. 

“So, you know I’m going to be out here if you need anything. If you need me, I’m just on the other side of that door. Also, we’ve been practicing, right?”

“I know, I just…I’m not like you. I’m not confident, I’m not really easygoing or likable like you are. I can’t dom–command a room or everyone’s attention with my charisma how you can. I’m worried that if I don’t give people what they ask for, they’re just going to leave.”

Seokjin scoffed. He knew that on the outside, in the context of work that you were used to seeing him in, he appeared in charge and control at all times. It was part of the job, to be well tempered and fair and even, maintain a sense of friendliness but firmness, it was common sense. But much of his advice today wasn’t coming from that version of him you knew. A lot of this was insight and experience he’d gained as Jin, who he needed to be to ensure he was meeting his tip goals, or needing to remind everyone he was the one in charge, not them. 

Even at work last week, when Seokjin needed to call the distributor because there was some issue with a shipment of produce, it was Jin he was channeling to make the call. If it were Seokjin, he would have been a sweaty, nervous mess. Jin was business, Jin was the one who laid down the law. Seokjin himself? 

He was the youngest Kim son, the one who, when his parents’ friends and family members thought he wasn’t listening, gossiped about. Why wasn’t he married? Didn’t he have that fiancée for a while? Oh she had a baby with another man? His boss? Well surely that has been long enough now, right? He had another girlfriend, or found some other salaryman career. At 30, it would be kind of sad if his life wasn’t going anywhere. 

And that’s where Seokjin was, after all. Single, a sex worker, or temporary restaurant manager. This morning he’d received a text in the family group chat from his brother with a photo of his nephew kissing his sister-in-law’s bump. He loved his nephew, he loved his brother and was happy for their little family. But he also felt hollow as he opened that picture, like some part of him knew he was never going to truly get to have that for himself. 

“Hey,” he said, and your eyes flitted from the floor back to him. “First of all, if they leave they leave, right? Those aren’t the people you want to be on your streams because their energy sucks and they’ll just keep asking more of you. Second,” he cleared his throat, “you are likable. Otherwise you wouldn’t be in this position in the first place, having viewers and subscribers. There has to be a part of you that is genuine there, otherwise everyone will know you’re lying and move away from you. Don’t they say something about how all the best lies are rooted in truth?” 

“But I’m not trying to lie to them,” you said meekly. 

Seokjin internally kicked himself for saying that. Perhaps suggesting that you lie to everyone wasn’t the best move. 

“I know, I mean, that you don’t offer all of yourself, but offer the parts of you that you know are there that are stable. And for the rest of it, fake it until you make it. Until you can feel confident as a streamer, able to set boundaries. Pretend you’re someone else. The person you want to be.” he amended. 

Jin was some of the best parts of Seokjin. Maybe even better. Self-assured, knowledgeable about sex and sexuality in ways he hadn’t been when he was with Soon Yi, he could say no to things he’d never been able to say no to his boss about, and things he couldn’t say no to now because the restaurant wasn’t technically his. There were things he could do, ways he could slip some power in there or make decisions, but nothing was really his. Not the way streaming was. That was all for him. And while yes, his friends knew he did it and supported him in their own way (thankfully most of them did not tune in but on occasion Jungkook and Taehyung would hop on when completely wasted to goad him to “release the beast”), it was still a success that couldn’t be shared publicly, even though he didn’t really want to share it anyway, and didn’t really feel successful. 

“Is that what you did? Faked it until you made it? Until you were the person you wanted to be?” 

His blood ran cold. Were you reading his thoughts? Did you know? 

“W-what?” 

Oh god, what if you knew? Seokjin would rush out into the night and dig his own grave. Because if anyone else knew what he did, if his parents found out or his brother or you, he was sure he would become the worst parts of himself. A failure again. Once more someone to be quietly gossiped about in rooms when he was in full range of hearing what they had to say. He couldn’t imagine anything more humiliating than you seeing him, your own boss, with a bright pink dildo shoved up his ass as he pandered to thousands of people with whimpers and cries. Especially when he just spent the better half of an hour telling you that you didn’t need to pander to anyone. 

Would you think less of him for it? Would you ask him why he was doing gay streaming of all things? His face flushed, probably turning incredibly red with embarrassment. 

“With the restaurant,” you said. 

He swallowed the thick lump that had formed in his throat and coughed. 

“Y-yes,” he stammered. “What you see there. It’s not really me all the time. I’m not always all that confident. But I want to be.” 

You nodded quietly and stretched your arms over your head. “That makes sense,” you said as you began to pace. “Okay.” 

You still had another two hours before your stream was set to start, and Seokjin could tell you were still on edge. He took a deep breath when you turned away, letting the rush of air into his lungs help cool his face.  

“Seokjin?” you asked.

“Yeah?” 

“Will you stay until it’s over? I know it’ll be late, and it’s a big ask, but maybe we can eat leftover pizza and debrief?” 

He smiled. “Of course.” 

He couldn’t imagine a better way to spend his night, and probably early morning if he was honest. Your streams could go well into the wee hours of the morning, and while tomorrow while opening he’d probably be kicking himself for this, right now he didn’t care about anything except the warm tug he felt in his chest as he imagined the two of you sitting on the floor with cold pizza and laughter at 3a.m. 

“Thank you. Also, do you think we could have another beer or something? I need to take the edge off. I know I’m overthinking it but I need something to distract me before this stream or I might not show up.” 

You didn’t wait for his permission, probably because you weren’t asking for it. You slid into the kitchen and back out with two more cold beers. 

“Will you show me how to open these again? I want to try.” 

Seokjin struggled a bit against the dip of your couch, but eventually found himself level and close to you, so close in fact that the soft scent of your shampoo was once again permeating his nostrils. 

You were intoxicating to him, honestly, and he found himself unable to help himself as he squeezed behind you in your tiny kitchen, inhaling partially into your hair as he walked you through the process. 

You fiddled with the bottle for a second, holding yourself at an awkward angle. 

“Like this?” 

If you did it at this angle, you would be sure to cause the beer to explode, the cap wouldn’t get enough traction to pop off easily. 

“Not unless you want to participate in a wet t-shirt contest,” he joked before he even realized how sexually charged that comment was. 

You inhaled a little sharply. 

He cleared his throat. “Anyway, you’re a little stiff here.” Then, very carefully, he rested his hands onto your hips, gently maneuvering you so you were able to prop your arm up and out of his way so you wouldn’t elbow him in the ribs when you slammed the bottle down. 

He kind of hated himself when he had to let go of your waist. His fingers were tingling simply from brushing them along the seam of your shirt, from feeling the warm curve of your hip under his fingers. Why did his hands feel so at home on your body?

Your sharp movement pushed him out of his reverie as you launched the bottle down onto the counter top, the soft plink and your sparkling eyes confirming you were successful. 

That’s my girl, he thought. Only you weren’t his girl. You couldn’t be further from his. And as soon as he thought it, he also felt the soft ache in his chest knowing that you would probably never be his. Because you couldn’t. Because you were without a doubt too good for him, and Seokjin knew all that stood between you and the right guy was time. An opportunity. You walk into the right place some day and then boom, there he will be. 

He fucking hated that guy already. 

You popped the second cap from the bottle and turned around, shoving your body directly into him as you beamed with pride. “See! I did it!” You looked so adorable, your eyelashes long and fluttering as you gazed up at him. 

A smile cracked through his gloom. You were like a little sunbeam to him. 

“You did,” he acknowledged, and he took the bottle you offered, taking a swig. He waited for you to make the next move, to dislodge your body from the cramped corner of the kitchen, for the magnetic pull of your body to signal it was too close, too intimate so one of you would break away. 

But neither of you did. In fact you sighed and moved closer to him, forcing the small of Seokjin’s back to rest up against the handle bar of the oven. It wasn’t comfortable at all, but he didn’t dare move. 

“Can I ask you something?” You asked quietly after a while, staring down at the bottle. 

“Sure,” he responded. 

You nibbled your bottom lip then sighed again, unsure. He felt your warm exhale hit his forearms. Did you really not realize how close you were to him? The smell of you, even that tiny hit of beer breath, was starting to drive him insane. 

You shifted yourself even closer. 

“Um, it’s going to sound embarrassing to ask this but I just have to.” 

Your voice was low now, a tiny whisper coming out of you. Fuck, you were perfect. 

“Go ahead,” he whispered back, smirking. “I won’t judge you.”

“Okay, um. Are you…are you bi?” 

“Am I by what?” 

You fidgeted uncomfortably and pulled back slightly. You raised your eyebrows. 

“No, not by as in near, I mean bi as in like, you know, bisexual?” You shifted your gaze away, and then Seokjin felt the question sink in. 

He was such a fucking idiot. 

God, this is one of the most awkward interactions you’ve ever had in your life and you feel yourself getting hotter and more embarrassed by the second.

Standing in your tiny cramped kitchen, you decided now for no good reason was the best time to ask Seokjin if he’s bisexual. Or really if he’s gay. Because you need to know. Need answers. Or a confirmation that will help kill this crush for good because as of tonight? It’s much, much worse. 

Something about watching him cook earlier, specifically in your kitchen, did something to you. The way he touched your hips to show you how to do that beer opening trick, how he looked slumped into your couch, the way he hovered over your bookshelves and belongings with curiosity, and laughed hysterically over Barry once he pressed the button. 

He fits here. In your apartment. It isn’t just some stupid fantasy version of him you could imagine. He is real and beautiful and fits into this corner of your life like a perfect puzzle piece. 

And if he’s gay, if there’s no chance that he can give you even the fantasy of this, then it all needs to stop. But it’s also so unfair for you to ask this of him. What if he’s not out? What if you’re forcing him to come out and no one knows and all because your insatiable horniness led you to a gay streaming site where you found him now his livelihood and privacy are technically in jeopardy?

Fuck. You can’t do that to him. And suddenly you’re aware of what you just did, how uncool this was for you to just out and ask. Heat claws into your throat as you sit in this shock of silence, clamping down on your airway and leaving your voice in a reedy wheeze as you try to take back your inquiry.

“I–I’m sorry, you don’t need to answer! I’m out of line. Really, I shouldn’t have even asked. Jesus, I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” you splutter, heart beating erratically, a line of perspiration beginning to form at the back of your neck at an insane speed. How humiliating. 

“Whoa, whoa, it’s okay. Relax. Breathe,” Seokjin says. You force a ragged inhale but find yourself coughing, gasping to try to find air in this room that is too small and a million degrees warmer. 

You are standing in the hallway outside of the bathroom, rasping for air into your lungs. Your mother has just come home from work, shouting about how you haven’t remembered to take the chicken out of the freezer or done any of the chores she’d asked you to while she was gone. 

The day has gotten away from you, a hot summer that is so oppressive no one even wants to go outside. You would get all she asked of you done and more before she returned home. The chicken would be thawed, you’d vacuum and mop the floors, would even wipe down the bathroom sink from all the hair she and your father left in it during his morning shave. 

And then you would go to your friend’s house tonight, for the sleepover you’ve been dreaming of, eat lots of candy that her father would bring home from work that yours never let you have. You could tell her about the boy whose parents own the convenience store at the end of the street, and how all summer you’ve been finding an excuse to run up to the shop with your allowance to get a pack of gum or snacks or a can of iced tea you would have to chug outside before you even walked home anyway. 

You start junior high this fall. Your period started this spring. Everything around you is changing. Your legs are stocky and getting fuller. Hair is starting to grow everywhere. Your breasts are no longer flat on your chest and while you know all of this is happening, you know why and what is going to happen, that doesn’t change how awful all this feels. Your baby fat isn’t baby fat anymore, and the oils of your skin, your hair, your smell? It all is changing so fast and you hate it. You want to hide. And at least having this boy down the street to talk to, Wonwoo, who makes you feel less like you want to crawl outside of yourself. 

Him, and all the books you’ve been reading. Ones where they’re older, girls who you’ll be like soon. Who go to school, and date and have families with problems just like your family has problems. Who run into the woods and fall in love with other families. Who find belonging. There’s comfort there, and that’s why despite all your promises to make the house clean for your mom this morning, you forgot. Because you’d fallen into the world of your book. 

And now, your mother has told you that you can’t go to your sleepover anymore. Can’t get away from the house and the heat and your body and the ongoing argument you know your parents are having about finances that they shout about when you’re in the shower and they think you can’t hear them. You can’t eat fun secret snacks or talk about boys or pretend for a second that this isn’t your life. Because it is.  

Your throat closes up, the dim lights of the hallway outside the bathroom feel like they’re flickering. 

“I told you. I reminded you multiple times! Now we don’t have dinner. Unless you’d like to think of something?” She strips off her stockings, balling them up in her fist. “Unless you want to go out there and buy some expensive meal for us tonight?” 

Shame. This is it in its purest form. How wrong you are for not helping. For spending the whole day in your fantasy world with your new friends, ones who aren’t real. All your mother asked for was such simple things, and yet you are unable to just do what she asks. 

“When your father gets home, you can tell him why there’s no dinner ready.” 

Hot tears sting your eyes and you gasp for air. Your father? If he’s having a hard day today, if his boss or his co-workers didn’t recognize him for that presentation he spent all those late nights at the dinner table preparing, you know how this will end. Your father is a fair man, but even he has his limits. 

And sometimes that means that the things you love, the things that you covet, they go missing. Precious dolls that you’ve had over the years have disappeared when you were being careless with them, leaving them around in the hallway for him to step on. Once,  you left your birthday gift from your aunt, a purple Skip-It, on the sidewalk during a Spring rain shower and when you went to bring it in, it had vanished. 

You’d found it in the garbage bin, the ankle loop and cord snapped into pieces. 

When your father gets home, he’ll go for your book. He knows just which one it is. You had started it last night and he asked you about it. 

You push off the wall of the hallway, swallowing the bile down your throat. You have to hide it, to take it somewhere. 

You want to leave. Your eyes dart around the room. Anywhere but here, you can’t let him see how much more embarrassing it is now that he knows you’re anxious. A lump in your throat continues to constrain the air. You can feel your pulse in it, pulling acid up from the depths of your stomach. 

You rip another breath from your chest and try to propel yourself across the room, across the universe, but your feet won’t budge. Your muscles are locked in this bump of panic, leaden and unyielding. 

Somewhere in the fuzziness, Seokjin has moved but already returned, and you feel a set of cool hands on your cheeks as he comes into focus, gently stroking behind your ears and saying something to you. 

“–ow that it’s hard but I need you to breathe, Y/N. Breathe with me. Can you do that?”

His face is concerned, and it twists your stomach even further. He shouldn’t be doing this. You should remember how to fucking breathe on your own. But then again, isn’t that why he’s here anyway? Because you can’t do shit on your own? Can’t hold boundaries, can’t stay in school or keep it together. Can’t live somewhere nicer where you don’t smell the stomach-turning stench of the sink’s old plumbing next to you, metallic and stale. And definitely can’t even remember how to mind your business or breathe like a person. 

You rush down the hall, into the living room, snapping the book off the couch. You shove it behind a cushion. 

Your father walks in the door, and from the look on his face, you can tell the presentation didn’t go well. 

“What’s all this?” he snaps, and gestures to the left-out vacuum and the bucket of water you’d gathered earlier. All the bubbles from the soap have long popped, leaving a heavy, sickening floral scent in the room from the solution. 

“I, oh–”

“Your daughter spent all day reading instead of doing her chores. So unless you have a McDonald’s hamburger in your briefcase, we have nothing for dinner.” Your mother interjects, huffing as she heads into your parents bedroom and slams the door behind her.  

Your father’s eyes narrow, and this is how it begins. He and your mother slamming, stomping, hitting, and crashing in every interaction they have with an inanimate object around you.

He chucks his suitcase onto the table of the small dining area, then whips open the fridge door a few feet away. 

“Y/N, come here.” 

You tiptoe in behind him, needing desperately to do the opposite of him, to show that you aren’t mad that they’re mad. That you understand exactly what you did wrong. 

But it doesn’t matter, does it? They’re going to show you anyway. He moves aside and you peer into the fridge. 

“What do you see in there?” he asks, restrained. 

“Um, some celery, lettuce, dressing, milk…”

He growls, indicating that this isn’t the right answer. You’re wrong again. “Food, Y/N. This is food. That your mother and I work hard to put on the table so you can sit around and read your books. Food that needs to be eaten. Do you understand?” 

You say nothing. You know the question is rhetorical. 

“So, when we ask so little of you to simply take the food out of the freezer or fridge and thaw it, how can it be so hard? Hm? Here let me show you.” 

He reaches in, and begins pulling and pulling the veggies, marinades, dressings, milk, eggs, cheeses and meats, and crowding the counter top. You’re frozen, unable to walk away, to ask him to stop. 

When he’s done, he looks at you. 

“See? Not so hard, huh? And if you were helpful to us, none of this would have happened. Honestly, your selfishness sometimes,” he says. “Now, go get me that book of yours. I think you know you haven’t earned it right now.” 

You should go peel it out from under the couch cushions. Should hand it to him, then put all the groceries back away, because you know he’s not going to do it with you here. You should apologize. Accept punishment.

But instead, you’re nauseous and shaking and sobbing. 

He waits expectedly. And then he shoves past you to your room, beginning to hunt through your clothes on the floor, under your bed. 

“Where is it Y/N?” 

You don’t follow him. Instead, you run. You grab the book from behind the cushion, shove your shoes onto your feet and run into the heat of the ending day with it in your hands, the heat from the sidewalk still boiling up underneath you. 

Your parents don’t run out the door or into the street behind you. They stay in your home, possibly putting it back together. But you don’t care. You run, until you see the light of the convenience store and your lungs feel like they’re going to collapse. 

Inside the cool air, Wonwoo is helping his father place drinks from their crates into the refrigerator. His eyes are wide as you plow in. 

You have so much you want to tell him, so much worry in your chest. Your cheeks are hot and your body is sweaty. Nothing is coming out. Just the hum of the fridges, and Wonwoo’s father rushing to get his mother. 

“Are you okay?” Wonwoo asks, and you can’t do anything to answer, just stare at his soft face as you well up with tears. You shove the book toward him wordlessly. 

“Y/N, what’s going on?” he asks again, and you inhale steeply but choke on the air. A bubble of saliva clods your tongue. 

“Please, take this. Hide it,” you urge. He holds his hands out and takes the book. 

“Um, okay. Tuck Everlasting, I’ve never read this one.” He looks back up at you and winces. 

“Hey, hey, breathe Y/N. You need to breathe.” 

Seokjin is standing in front of you, coaxing breaths from you, wasting his time after cooking you dinner like it’s something you deserve. Like you’re not just doing all of this anyway because you can’t control yourself to not have feelings for him. Tears singe your eyes and you gasp another shallow breath. 

“Shh, shh, it’s okay. I’m not mad. I promise I’m not mad.” Seokjin breaks through your thoughts, his voice gentle, and almost like he hears you in this silent exchange, some constant that is numbing this spiral. You feel yourself inhale a little more fully as you understand he’s not upset or annoyed. “Good, you’re doing good. Let’s breathe another breath, okay?” 

You can’t look away. Even if you wanted to, Seokjin’s touch is keeping you focused completely on him, his soft and kind eyes, his plush lips that he’s holding in a slight frown that won’t shake. One that you can tell is worry. 

“Another breath, sweetheart. Good, good girl. That’s really good, Y/N. Okay, keep doing that for a second okay?” One hand releases from your cheek, and you find yourself pressing harder into the other, needing him to touch you and keep guiding you back, needing that security of him. 

He doesn’t move it away, in fact he pushes himself closer, holds the weight of you in his palm tenderly, and then you see in your periphery what he moved to get: a glass of water. 

“I want you to take three small sips of this for me, okay? Slowly.” He holds the rim of the cup up to your lips, tilting it slightly. You open your mouth slightly, letting a trickle of cold water flood into the hot cavern of your mouth, extinguishing so much of the tight, fiery panic that moves through the rest of your body. 

You do as he says, sipping and swallowing slowly until he pulls the glass away and sets it down behind you. 

“You with me?” he whispers, and you breathe. 

“Yes,” you say. 

“Can I touch your arm?”

You’re not sure why he’s asking, so you knit your brow and gaze up at him, confused. 

“What?”

“Can I touch your arm? I want to move us out of the kitchen and into your bedroom if that’s okay?” His voice is still quiet, and you realize that the hum of the light is so loud it’s almost drowning him out, almost drowning you again. 

Your eyes flash wide and you nod. You see him relax a little, and slowly Seokjin untangles the web of your bodies away from the kitchen, into the cool air of your living room. Why is it so cold? 

Seokjin guides you through it, and through the doorway to your bedroom. Before you even realize it, he’s unbuttoning his pink shirt and draping it over you. 

“Is this okay? You’re shaking.” 

You go to tell him yes, of course it’s okay, and then notice your teeth are gritted tight from trying not to chatter. 

You take another breath. “Yes,” you squeak. 

He pulls down the duvet and gestures for you to sit. “I’m going to put this blanket on you so I can help you warm up.” You feel the soft, heavy weight and start to feel a little better. But without Seokjin holding you, tethering you back into your body, you feel like you might float away any second. You shoot him a panicked look and he seems to understand, drawing the blanket back so he is also swaddled in it, the two of you knee to knee as he pinches the blanket closed with his fist. 

“You can touch me if you’d like,” he says, and this, you realize, is what you need. 

You immediately shift forward, putting your face into his white t-shirt, inhaling that minty, fresh cologne he wears. You can feel his chest rising and falling slowly, evenly, and you match your breathing to his, hoping soon your heartbeat slows to the same rate. Your hands twist into his shirt but it’s not enough. You find one of his hands and take it, lacing your fingers together and resting them in your lap. 

The heaviness is nice, stabilizing, but you know you still need something more. 

“Seokjin?” Your voice sounds foreign to you. 

“Yeah?” 

“Will you hold me for a minute?” 

His hand untangles from yours and he moves to place it around your back, but with you two cross legged and facing each other, it’s an awkward embrace. 

“I’m sorry, this is such a weird position. If you’re okay with it, you can sit in my lap? If you want? And then I can just hold you for a second?” 

You nod and sit up, unfolding your legs and wiggling yourself up so you are on his lap. You wrap your legs around his back, then your arms. And then you feel his arms around you, his fingers lazily tracing the length of your spine. 

You feel yourself sinking deeper back into the safety of your body. 

You both sit like this for a long time. So long that you feel yourself starting to grow hazy and sleepy. Seokjin is warm and soft and so soothing. You feel like you’re untangling from a sharp web that has been trapping you for a long time. And when your alarm for your stream goes off, you turn off your phone. 

“You okay?” Seokjin asks and you huff out a sigh. 

“Yeah, I’m sorry for all the dramatics.” You slide yourself out of his grip and flop back onto your bed, propping yourself up on your elbow. 

“What do you mean? You weren’t being dramatic, Y/N, you had a panic attack.” 

“Yeah, over asking you a highly personal question I shouldn’t have asked. I’m sorry for that too.” 

“I’m not-it’s-look. Panic attacks aren’t ever just one thing. It’s always a compounding of stress and anxiety and other thoughts and feelings. You just came across the one thought or feeling that forced everything to collapse. And I can guess based on how much you’re apologizing, it was probably you doing that shit inside and beating yourself up that knocked all the rest of this stuff down. I told you, I’m not mad. Or insulted that you asked.” 

He goes on. “Which, by the way, I’m not bi or gay. I’m very straight. But that’s not the point. The point is, you have nothing to be ashamed of. You asked me a question. I have a right to choose to answer it or not. So there’s your answer. And also, you are never dramatic to me. Panic attacks are fucking scary; you felt like you were dying, right?” 

You nod. “Drowning, yeah.” 

He gives you a sympathetic smile. “Yeah, those things are no joke. But you came out on the other side of it.”

“Not without your help though. You seem like you know a lot about these when they happen. Do you get them too?” 

He flushes. “Uh, no, I don’t personally. My friend Yoongi has them sometimes. He taught me a lot about how to help him with them. The cold water trick really is from him. And then also when Soon Yi and I were together, she would have them, but those were a bit different.” He looks down at his hands. 

Soon Yi. So that’s her. The person Seokjin has often stopped himself talking about. The one who his parents would occasionally refer to as “that woman” during shifts when he wasn’t around. No one ever said her name, almost like she was some kind of curse and you always were curious why. You assumed she must be the devil incarnate the way his mother would sling a bunch of insults after she was mentioned, but the way Seokjin now says her name so casually, so personally, you aren’t entirely sure if he sees her that way. 

Parents usually carry a greater grudge than their child who was hurt. Your own father has told you on various occasions that the guy you dated for one summer in undergrad, who coincidentally is his barber’s nephew, will never be allowed in his house ever again. Forget the fact that there’s no reason he would be invited over in the first place. Whenever you’re catching up with your parents on the phone, if he has recently visited his barber, he’s sure to bring it up. “Scum is never allowed in my house! He will just drag his filth in with him!”

Thinking of your father and mother right now forces you to wince. Maybe it’s the freshness of these memories, of you realizing now that what happened to you that day as a child wasn’t you being dramatic, as they had insisted even after you’d gotten home. Everything had been put back into place when you’d returned after the sunset, even the bucket and vacuums put away. Your parents never apologized or talked about it again. 

And your friend, she didn’t talk to you after that either, claiming you were flaky and rude for blowing her off. 

Your father doesn’t even refer to your ex by name, similar to Seokjin’s mother. “That Woman”. “Scum”. If there was ever a name tied to these people, it’s clearly gone in the haze of whatever angry frenzy your parents carry. “Scum” also didn’t even do anything wrong. You broke things off with him, but because you came home crying after the breakup, now that is his legacy. 

But Seokjin’s mother, how she behaves, you’re not sure that it’s for the same reasons. You’ve seen firsthand how much she adores her children, and “adoration” is a word you aren’t so sure applies to your family.

Soon Yi, too, it’s clear she was not just a blip on the screen in Seokjin’s life. The hushed, angry chatter between his parents, the way his mother would often get so worked up she would start punching her shoulder and clicking her tongue, saying she needed to go sit down. That’s not a Scum-level relationship. You wonder how close she was to Seokjin. Closer than you two are becoming, clearly. 

“Soon Yi,” you repeat to yourself, still lost in the haze of putting things together.

“Um, my ex.” Seokjin says, and you feel heat rise in your cheeks as you realize he heard you. “We were engaged. For a while.” 

“Oh.”

You want to ask how long he means by a while? Did they break up right before you joined the restaurant? Or was this from many years ago? It’s odd in a way to think of how Seokjin has lived a completely different life from the time before you knew him. He loved someone, enough to marry them, to start a life together, to know she had panic attacks and how to help her. 

Did he place her in his lap the same way he did with you? Did he sit with her in the dull winter light of their bedroom and talk like this? 

He had to have. Why wouldn’t he? Your stomach dips. Were you under some impression that this thing you’re experiencing–the closeness of his body, the soft thrum of his heart, that tiny whistle in his throat that breaks through the room as he speaks–would be special?   

The dim light of the lamp on your bedside table makes the deep browns of his eyes look even darker, and he watches you as you stretch your legs out in front of you, your foot shifting a bit to rest up against his thigh. His eyes flicker toward it and then back to you.

“How, when did you guys break up? I didn’t know you were engaged,” you ask gently. He sighs, and then slumps a bit, the careful, rigid posture he was holding for so long finally loosening a bit with his exhale. He bends his knees and pulls his legs up, glancing to the other side of your bed. 

You pat the spot next to you, turning over so he knows it’s no imposition. 

And it’s not, not in the slightest. If you weren’t so fried and exhausted after that panic attack, your brain might try to imbue some innuendo into this moment, but for now, this is all you can do, and you want that ache in your stomach to go away. You want to feel like this is special. 

Seokjin flops down into the pile of oddball plushies and pillows next to you and you snort, smiling as he carefully tucks the plushie he smashed in his landing into his arms. 

“I’m sure my parents have talked about her enough times for you to know everything,” he scoffs. 

“Not really. I didn’t know her name. I just thought she was some girlfriend you had that she hated because she was keeping you away from her. You know, the same way your mother also says that the really old lady down the road who sells flowers keeps your dad away from her.”

He smirks at this, and his fingers rove over the marble eyes of the plushie. 

“My mother would blame the sun if it kept her family away from her. She’s been messaging the group chat nonstop for updates from my hyung’s wife about the pregnancy. And she’s supposed to be somewhere in Iceland right now on a cruise. Honestly I wish she would just enjoy herself.” 

“Well, she cares. About you especially. Which is maybe why she didn’t air all of your business to me when I was mopping the floors and she counted down the drawers. She just would say that I would be better than “That Woman” but I think she might think anyone would be better than her.” 

“She said that to you? Ugh, eomma.”

She did, one late night, when Seokjin left early for “something urgent”. His mother alleged that he was dating a secret new girlfriend that he kept under wraps. 

“Honestly, he acts as if I’m going to eat her alive or something. Tsk. That son of mine, both he and his brother are going to send me to an early grave. Behind my back like this when I’m getting older by the minute. Ever since he and that woman broke up, he shut down. I tried to set him up with someone and he kept saying no! That he would find someone. But if she was any better than the others, wouldn’t he have brought her around by now,” she’d said.  

She slammed some coins back into the register. You jumped at the sound. 

She sighed. “You know what he needs? Someone like you. Someone with vision! That woman never had any of that. So much more focused on status. You’re not like that Y/N. I can tell. And that’s exactly why I hired you. You can’t teach someone that as an adult. They either have it or don’t, and you. You’ve got exactly it.” 

You didn’t really know what “it” was, but you didn’t argue, and soon she moved on to complain about something else. 

Now, knowing Seokjin’s secret, you think you know where he went that night, and it definitely wasn’t to go hide in his lover’s house. Chances were, he was streaming. And that also would explain why he shut down on her so quickly. You can’t imagine Mrs. Kim’s reaction if she found out Seokjin was a gay cam streamer. Despite being straight.  

It dawns on you. You’d been so distracted with that panic attack that you forgot already that Seokjin is in fact interested in women. Solely. Enough to have been engaged to one. 

“But, back to your story,” you prod, trying to distract yourself from the fact that now none of this feels like just friends sharing. Seokjin hisses in some air as if he agrees. 

“Right. Well, Soon Yi and I were together really in college and on. We started dating really young. Just two kids. And then we just kind of stuck together? She and I were together for a long time before I got the nerve to propose. And then…” He trails off, his face now a deeper blush. Is he embarrassed? 

You lick your lips, ready to tell him he doesn’t have to share, but he waves his hand to quiet you. 

“She cheated on me. With my boss. We were in the midst of planning the wedding and everything. I was supposed to get this big promotion at the end of some large conferences. But, I don’t know. We had grown apart. Suddenly we didn’t see eye-to-eye on anything.”

Your jaw drops, caught on that larger detail. “She cheated on you with your boss? After all that time? God, Seokjin, I'm so sorry. That’s awful.”

He smiles and nods. “That’s not even the worst part,” he says. His smile grows bigger, like this is some huge joke. “She cheated on me multiple times with him while I was away. And I caught them. Uh, you know. On my dining room table when I came back early to surprise her. I did not get the promotion by the way. But, she actually has a baby, or I guess a toddler, with him now. I heard she’s pregnant again, they’re married. It’s all some surreal life. And now I’m here.” 

“Um, you’re right, it was worse than that.” You’re really not sure what to say. Seokjin’s becoming harder to read by the second, turning this conversation into some big joke when it’s not really funny to you on your end. Maybe he’s processed it enough by now, but based on how tightly he’s now squeezing your alpaca plushie, you would wager that he doesn’t really find it funny either. 

“Is this,��� you take a breath. “Is this why the other night you said you were a failure? Because of what happened with Soon Yi?” 

“Partly. I mean, it’s not like I did too great of a job keeping her satisfied. She clearly found other ways to do that.” He laughs darkly. 

“That’s not how that works you know,” you say. His eyebrows lift. 

“What do you mean?”

“What you just said. Keeping her satisfied. Isn’t it the job of being a human to keep ourselves satisfied? Find things with meaning and joy? It’s not your fault that she chose to do that. To cheat on you, to not be honest when she started feeling differently. She could have told you at any point. Did she?” 

He sighs. “Not really, no. Soon Yi wasn’t great at communicating with me about things like that. For so long, we just knew what the other person needed. Because we’d been together since we were so young, we had come up with some other kind of language. And my friends, too, they were in on it. She was not always going to tell someone how she felt but she would show them. For Jungkook’s 21st birthday she threw him an “American Stereotype” themed birthday which he was always obsessing over from the videos. Bought a bunch of red solo cups, they played that Miley Cyrus song and bought a bunch of discounted Fourth of July partyware. She was one of us.”

Even now, despite everything, Seokjin is speaking so kindly about someone who hurt him. And honestly, it throws you. You are so used to the men you’ve been around talking so poorly of their exes that you didn’t know someone could experience such a negative thing and not immediately resort to extreme name calling. 

That’s just how good Seokjin is. Enough to not be mad at you for asking questions, for panicking. Enough to speak kindly about others even if it might be eating at him. 

“That doesn’t mean it was your fault though,” you stifle a yawn. He cocks an eyebrow. 

“Maybe we should shelve this conversation for another time,” he says. 

“No, no, I want to hear. I want to know all of it.”

“You were supposed to start your scheduled stream an hour ago.” 

“Change of plans. I’m not streaming tonight.”

“Do your subs know that?” 

“Don’t call them that. They’re subscribers not subs. Sub is something you do.”

Jesus. Please don’t let him cling to that. Please don’t let that give away that I know. 

“Pfft. Okay, do your subscribers know you’re not streaming anymore?”

You roll your eyes, knowing he’s created this distance on purpose and now the moment has passed. 

Fine, you’ll get more from him about this eventually. You need to understand how Soon Yi impacted him. You don’t really know why, but you can’t help but feel like knowing more might make you feel less uneasy about all of this. About you and Seokjin and what this could all maybe mean someday. 

“I can post about it,” you say softly and he nods. 

“That might be a good idea. You’ve had a big day. A big panic attack, you probably need some sleep.” 

Your stomach sinks at the idea that he might leave after this, and you’re still not sure you want to be alone. You chew your lip.“What I really need is some pizza,” you say. 

Seokjin smirks. “Good thing for you, I know exactly where we can find some.”  

“Thank you again for the pizza,” you said, nibbling on the edge of one crust. “I didn’t think I could be that hungry after eating so much earlier.”

Seokjin took another swig of beer, shrugging. “Well, you’ve had a big day, and you burned energy and probably calories earlier.” 

Your panic attack may have seemed to you like it was coming out of nowhere, but to Seokjin, it wasn’t. He had noticed your embarrassment the second after you asked him that question, saw you spiral inside yourself as you tried to huff air. He wasn’t sure what really triggered it, but he also knew he didn’t want to leave you after that. 

He wasn’t unfamiliar to them. Yes, Yoongi had his share, and it took a little while to learn what ways he could be soothed. Soon Yi’s were different, though. A lot more similar to yours. 

When they had started experimenting sexually, there would be times in which she would fall so quickly into panic, like she couldn’t give up control. And from that point on, sometimes she would spiral deeper, into some pit of shame where whatever they were doing, even if it wasn’t super kinky, led to these shaking, sub-drop-like breakdowns. They were more rare, but they did happen, especially earlier in their relationship. 

At the time, Seokjin didn’t understand what was going on, and neither did Soon Yi. Just that she sometimes would flip on him during foreplay when he would get a little more confident and dominant, or if he started falling into a scene that she had asked them to do, using the script the way she asked, it would happen anyway. Almost like she was fighting between what she wanted and who she expected herself to be. 

And that’s in a way how you seemed to be too. Maybe you weren’t like this sexually, and he would unpack that idea later. But in this intimate space of your home, it was like Seokjin was experiencing some type of whiplash as you went from being so uncomfortable about asking about his sexuality to you lying next to him in your bed talking about his ex. 

He wasn’t mad, not in the slightest. He understood that especially after a panic attack, people were desperate for closeness and intimacy, and whatever reaction he had to your panic, you felt soothed and safe with him. He was being let into your world little by little, even if you were fighting yourself to let it happen. 

He wanted that. He wanted this: you two eating cold pizza on the floor of your living room, you chewing happily and Seokjin warm and full of life watching you do it. 

You even let him make adjustments to your space, laughing and applauding him after he ripped some of the clean cardboard from one of the pizza boxes and made shims to prop up and balance your oven and fridge. He found if he scooted the couch slightly to the left and your entertainment system got turned a few inches, you could completely see the TV from anywhere on the couch. You dove to the other side almost immediately, whooping when you realized you wouldn’t have to strain yourself to see anymore. 

You were comfortable. He made you comfortable. 

“Yeah, I guess that’s true,” you said, your hand caressing over the soft roll of your stomach to demonstrate how full you were. Then, a deep burp echoed into the room. Your eyes widened. “Oh, wow, sorry. Excuse me,” you said suppressing a chuckle. 

But Seokjin was already laughing, his body shaking at the sound. “So polite for someone who made that noise.” 

The tenseness in your shoulders fell and you gave in, laughing next to him. “Listen! It was good, and the carbonation of the beer is making me have to burp!” 

“Sure, sure. That’s what it is. You know I’ve seen those memes about how women don’t fart or burp or poop and I’m onto you! You have one strike. If you fart or shit I’m going to prove that meme false.” 

You scoff, tears leaking out the side of your eyes. “Well good thing for you, I will not deny those allegations. I don’t just poop, I shit.” 

Seokjin choked on his next sip of beer, spluttering some of it out of his nose. “Oh shit.” Tears flowed from his eyes from the sting, and he grasped for some napkins near the pizza. 

You weren’t much better off, coughing heavily into your shirt as you tried to recover. This, this was everything he could ever want. Afterward, you both cleaned up the kitchen and pizza together, finishing off the six-pack of beer until your yawns were impossible to ignore. 

“It’s really late, Y/N. You should go to sleep,” he said. He hated himself for suggesting it, almost wishing that you would extend the invitation to stay. Even then, though, he would have to decline.

“Or we could, I don’t know, play a game or something?” As you said this, you stifled another yawn. 

He chuckled. You were stalling, he could tell. And he wasn’t strong enough to say no. “Hm, okay how about this. We can hang out in your room and I’ll tell you more about me. But you have to get ready for bed first, otherwise it’s no deal.” 

Your eyelids were heavy, but you beamed anyway. “Yeah, okay.”

You went into your room, grabbing some clothes before shutting yourself into the bathroom to get ready. Seokjin paced your living room, scanning the book shelves, a variety of titles he’d never seen before in the stacks. But there was one, a smaller and thinner book that had more wear and tear than the rest. He slid it out carefully and held it in his hands. Tuck Everlasting, a book he’d read in elementary school about a teenager who met a family that drank from a tree’s magical spring and lived forever. 

Based on your copy, he could tell it was well-loved and read many times. How old were you when you read it, he wondered. Did you want to run away into the woods like he did afterward, trying to find a magical spring of your own? 

The bathroom door opened, and he carefully slotted the book back onto the shelf before turning to you. You were wearing an oversized T-shirt and some very, very short pajama shorts. Your legs looked so soft to touch. His hand twitched.

“Okay,” you said, “I’m ready.” 

Seokjin wasn’t. But he followed you into the darkness of your room anyway, laid himself down next to you on the bed as you tucked yourself under the blankets. Your eyes shimmered as you looked at him, now way more awake than you had appeared just ten minutes ago. 

Were you hustling him? 

“You need to crawl under the blankets too. Otherwise they’ll constrict me and I will absolutely not fall asleep like you have clearly planned,” you tease. 

You were hustling him. He liked it. 

He chuckled and obeyed, folding back the comforter and sheets to get in. But in doing so, he revealed you with your shorts already bunched up on your thighs, exposing your lacy panties at your hip. Your shirt was riding up, and he could see a tiny bit of your stomach peeking out. 

God fucking help him. He managed a deep breath, begging himself not to get hard, or for his body to at least wait until you wouldn’t see him getting hard and he was under the covers. This wasn’t the time. Not after all the emotionality of the day. But his dick didn’t know that. 

Your covers smelled like you, soft and even a little sweet and you really had to be fucking with him because you shoved yourself even closer to him under the covers, so that there were just a few inches between you two. He felt your body heat radiating from you. 

“There,” you sighed, and he smelled a hint of your mint toothpaste. His mouth watered. “Now, where were we?”

No, but where were you really? He didn’t remember, didn’t know where to start. And then it clicked. 

“Mmm, you were going to go to sleep I think,” he said. 

You frowned, your nose wrinkling. “No, that’s not true. Or it was. I’m not tired now.” 

“Give it a minute, I’m sure soon your eyelids won’t be able to stay open.” 

“Sure, but yours are heavy now too. So you must be tired. Now it’s a competition.” You were right. His eyelids were heavy, and he was tired. But he knew his body, especially as keyed up as he was getting, wasn’t about to let him fall asleep any time soon. 

“I think I’ll win that one,” he laughed lightly. 

“Doubt it,” you challenged, and you shifted your legs, now a little less comfy and more antsy. You slowly released a breath. 

“Are you sure you want to do this right now?” He asked, and you didn’t hesitate to nod. 

“I want to know more about you. It’s nice to put the puzzle pieces of you together in my head.” Your voice was growing husky.

“Okay,” he said.

“Okay,” you replied. A beat passed. Neither of you moved to say anything, just looked at each other. 

Shouldn’t this be awkward? Shouldn’t all of this feel wrong? Somewhere in his mind, the logical response was yes, this is weird and he should leave. But then he would be leaving you after a hard day, when you clearly were trying to avoid him leaving by going so far as to keep yourself awake to stare at him. To try to get to know him. And that’s what rooted him now. He couldn’t leave even if he wanted to. Maybe you were only being needy. But he also felt needy right now. And for the moment, logic could fuck off. 

So he pushed it away, letting the parts of him he liked most bubble to the surface, the parts that led without overthinking and just acted on what he wanted. 

He moved slightly closer to you, and you blanched, a little taken aback, but you recovered quickly. “

I’m cold,” you said. He knew it was a lie. He could feel the heat of you. 

“Here,” he replied, and he pulled the blanket open slightly so you could wiggle forward, resting yourself against his chest. 

He angled himself carefully, trying so hard to avoid the rest of your bodies touching, but it was impossible, so he pulled you closer, letting every part of you rest against him. 

“Tell me,” you muttered.

“What should I tell you?” he whispered back. 

“I don’t know. Anything.” You were fading quickly, and he was relieved. Sad that he would have to go soon, but relieved that you were finally resting. 

“Okay,” he said, even softer. “I think if I ever drank from a magical spring, I would do a better job hiding it than the Tuck family did.” 

You hummed in response, and then he felt your head nod into his chest as you fell fully asleep. 

©2024 by jooniperbonsai

[asingleietsist]

"A Green Queen" AU

Chapter I

Mario retreated to the kitchen and decided that he'd need something to distract himself from the situation, so he started to wash dishes.

His brother, on the other hand, placed his shoes on the rack and headed towards his room to prepare for the journey he'd have to embark on tomorrow.

He began to pack clothes, his toothpaste and toothbrush, brushes, combs, and more he'd need for the year ahead. The few suitcases he had brought with him to the Mushroom kingdom were able to hold all he needed and as a sigh left his lips, he closed the last one.

He stood up and stared at the pile for a moment, he wondered if he'd really thought this through. Him? A queen of the koopas? It sounded like a bad joke, a nightmare even.

Before he could relish the thought, he looked at the new dress-suit Peach had a Toad designer tailor him early that morning. He wasn't sure about Bowser's customs, but felt it was much flashier than what he'd usually wear. However Peach insisted that whatever the king had planned, he'd still have to dress like royalty in order to impress his court.

A day had passed, the brothers went about their day as usual as they tried to avoid the topic. Even so, Luigi could sense Mario had a lot he'd wanted to say, but ever since he woke up was helping out more than he had normally.

He made a large breakfast full of Luigi's favorites and even cleared up most of the table and dishes afterwards. The guilt of leaving Mario alone only grew the more supportive he was, but he couldn't go back on his word. Not now at least.

As the day passed, Luigi retreated to his room once more and took a deep breath as he dusted off his suitcase. The sun's reflection got in his eyes so he covered his face, but as he did the picture of him and his brother moving in revealed itself.

His eyes swelled up as he smiled at it and went over to take it up. The two were as close as ever after they had finally found a place for themselves in the kingdom and after they had first defeated Bowser.

"Bowser.."

He uttered his name out loud, thinking about how despite their countless attempts at trying to stop his plans, he'd be taking part in the tyrant's kingdom as his equal.

Luigi shook the thought from his mind and tried to refocus himself back on the memories with his brother.

Knock knock!

"Oh! Uhm, come in!", Luigi shouted. He placed the photo down on his dresser and stood up from his bed with the suitcases ready. Mario opened the door slowly, the look of worry on his face.

"The Toads are here to get your things.. You ..um, ready to go?", He said solemnly.

Luigi nodded only for a few Toads trickled in past Mario to get his luggage. They hurried along and began placing the bags and suitcases in Toad's kart outside.

The green plumber was watching them from the front door, trying to help but Toad insisted they could handle it.

Luigi nodded then turned his attention inside the home. He noticed his brother retreating to their lantern-lit kitchen and saw his frustrated look that his brother had as he was rubbing his temple.

"You know you can still come and see me off.", Luigi smiled softly yet nervously, trying to lighten the mood.

Mario turned to him, terribly concealing the worried look he had and shook his head, "N-No it's fine. You'll be visiting by the end of each month anyway. I-I just need a minute... I promise, I'll be there when you're leaving."

Luigi wanted to believe him, but knew he'd only suppress his thoughts if he bothered him on the topic any further. He walked over and sat down beside him, "If you say so.. I'll see you at the castle.. Promise?"

"I promise.", he smiled. "Now go, you'll be late."

Luigi stood up and nodded. He started towards the door but bolted back to embrace his brother into a hug. He gave this one all his might before he let go and sped out into Toad's 'kart'.

"Oh? You ready now, Luigi?"

"Y-Yeah..."

"Alrighty then! Buckle up back there!", Toad shouted over the engine.

Luigi looks at his sides in confusion, "But there are no seatbe-"

Before he could finish his concerns, the buggy sped off.

The night crept in as the two sped down the road towards the castle, the cool breeze blowing in his 'stache as he gazed out at the luminescent night sky. Toad skirted onto a narrow path along a hill and as they escalated up it Luigi peered down at the town and beyond.

"Don't worry, Luigi! He's... Eh, y'know! Plus if he tries anything, just try to, y'know, POW! WACHA! Y'know, like you did back in, uhm Brook-lyn!", Toad yelled, trying to speak over the engine. He made a sharp turn causing Luigi to cling onto the door for dear life.

His heart fluttered at how gorgeous the scenery below him was, lanterns starting to glow in the streets and along the mushroom huts. It was still dark but the warm lights against the cool toned sky made him feel at ease.

The feeling did last long as another turn was made and the town vanished behind him. Along the rim of the kart, a pit grew in his stomach as he saw the lava drenched castle nearing the kingdom inch into view.

"I'm not sure if I'd like to fight him while being on his lands.."

"Fair enough! Well we're here!", he yelled while skirting onto the main court. The guards groaned while they witnessed the skid marks being made on the polished marble.

"Again?! This is the third time this week!"

"Whoops, sorry!", He chuckled. "Better get dressed, your majesty!"

He looked in the mirror and held up the suit-dress in front of him.

Despite the fact that he wasn't even declared queen yet, Toad was right.

Luigi fell out of the monster truck and grabbed his outfit from the back of the door. "T-Thanks for the ride!" The guards quickly got his luggage out as Luigi headed inside and into the nearest bathroom to change.

'A Queen', he thought.

The weight of this agreement, started settling in as he buttoned his vest and pulled up his pants.

'I'm really doing this... F-For the kingdom. Oh boy.."

'I'm going to be in the Dark lands, ruling with...''

From the rim of the tub, he stared at the heels Peach had lent him as fastened the tassels on the glittering cape.

'All this for a brute. Why am I even...'

He stood up once he fitted into the heels and wobbled a bit as he looked for his center. "Kind of like Ma's heels... let's see if I still remember how to do makeup.."

He stammered a bit back towards the mirror and tried to follow the steps Peach had given him on the look she envisioned,

'Most high rank koopas wear bold colors from what I could gather and since you're wearing red, it makes sense to pair it with the black, yes?'

Despite being able to remember her words, he wasn't as skilled to execute them, but the simple foundation, eyeshadow and eyeliner weren't too hard for him to figure out.

After a few attempts, he managed to create a simple look for himself albeit messy.

His thoughts were disrupted as a knock came to the door. "It's time, your majesty." Luigi opened it slowly and looked down to see two guards.

"Your husband has arrived, your grace."

"R-Right, and it's just Luigi.. I'm not really one for formality.."

The guards looked at each other and shrugged, "Better to not keep them waiting then, Luigi~", one teased as the two started heading down the corridor.

Luigi rolled his eyes and tried to ignore their snickering. Once he grabbed his bathroom care baggie and gloves he hurried, or at least tried to in the heels, and finally caught up with the two.

He began to trail a bit behind once he saw the luming ship and his stomach could help but toss and turn at the rumble he heard from its entrance.

The castle doors creaked open, and the crisp night breeze quickly turned into heat waves. Luigi and Peach covered their faces as the waves were accompanied with light sparks of fire.

Luigi peered out through his gloves at the King and as he did he noticed Peach step forward to speak with the monster.

As his eyes adjusted, he looked around for any sign of Mario but his arms fell once he realized he didn't show.

'He promised..'

Luigi stepped forward to greet the king, but the princess rested her hand on his chest, "Just a moment, Luigi.."

She pulled him aside, but let go once she noticed his discomfort in the slight contact.

"T-Thank you... Princess.", He fumbled. His gaze trailed off to the large beast. Bowser's arms were folded as he was waiting for their conversation to end. His eyes lit up a bit once he noticed the human's gaze and impatiently tapped his foot, irritated at the delay.

"Oh- sorry. Um, your brother is... um... Taking his time in understanding your decision.", she began.

He looked confused, "I know that Princess, it doesn't mean I can't worry about how he's handling it."

Peach was taken aback by his forwardness and he covered his mouth in response. "I-It's not to say that you don't care about him either, your highness! I'm sure you're just as concerned too!"

She giggled a bit at his frantic response, "There's no harm in speaking your mind, Luigi. I'm glad you're finally comfortable saying what you'd like. I just wanted you to know that, it's as I said yesterday: it's your decision.", she paused and gave him a soft smile.

"If you need anything, or even wish to return earlier than what was agreed on, you can always send a letter and we'll negotiate better terms more suited for you.", she noted. She raised her hand out for him to shake, but he shook his head politely.

"Good. I'll try to reason with Mario in the meantime.", She replied. "Stars knows he's going to need the support and go outside once in a while."

"I'll be sure to give it some thought...", Luigi sighed.

"Can we hurry this up?! We don't have all night!", Bowser rumbled.

They laughed a bit at the comment before exchanging pained smiles.

"Take care of him for me, I-"

The Queen flinched, "R-Right! Um Princess..".

Luigi and Peach bowed to one another before he scurried over to Bowser's side. The Koopa king merely gave him a disapproved glance, "Your brother not here to see you off?"

Luigi didn't respond and braced the heat from the ship as he tried to step in.

Luigi shook his head nearly too scared to speak, "A-Anyways, where are we going?"

"I asked you a question, it'd be in your best interest to respond.", he rumbled.

"Or else the moment the ship's gates close, you'll have burns to remind you of your place.", Bowser murmured.

Bowser smirked, "Out."

He and his guards made their way inside with Luigi stammering Bowser as he followed.

"How did you know I was here?!", Mario gasped. His body tumbling out of the bushes. She kneeled down, and wiped away a leaf from his hat.

As the entrance closed and the castle began to ascend, a look of disappointment fell upon Peach's face. She looked over at her side and scoffed.

"You could've said goodbye..."

"You're one to talk, but fair point.", He got up and dusted himself off. "Thanks for not telling him..."

"I have my ways plus patches of red clothes peeking through green bushes are a dead giveaway. It's too dark to be wearing bright colors.", She chuckled.

"I didn't need to, I think he saw you too.", Peach teased as she headed towards the castle.

"No way! I'm not that bad at hiding.", He protested. "And besides, I just.. I was just keeping my promise to him as much as it infuriates me to see him leave with that...that overgrown turtle. I didn't want to escalate things.."

"Wait.. I have an idea..", the plumber smiled. "I know how to get my brother back!"

"How noble of you.", she replied. "But you do know that it's not the same as seeing him off face to face."

Mario tipped his hat as he followed, "Yeah yeah.."

"You don't have to fully support him, but at least respect his decision.."

"What?? No, Mario, are you listening?"

"Oh boy.."

"I'll see you in the morning, Princess!"

Before she could repeat herself, he ran off with a determined grin on his face. She shook her head as he was out of view then turned back to the flying ship in the distance.

"And this is where you'll be staying."

Luigi's jaw dropped in awe as he looked around the low lamp-lit room.

The door creaked open to a large carpeted room filled with decor of various sizes and shapes. Portraits of Bowser and his family were above a large velvety bed and on either side were nightstands with black draped lamps.

The dresser was as tall as the bed frame and beside it was the door in which he later found to be his private bathroom.

"U-Uhm, thank you. I-"

"Be ready when the guards get you. Because of your little ceremonial goodbyes, we'll be 30 minutes late. Get comfortable or whatever you humans do and don't mess up anything.", The Kamek mentioned. "Oh, and put on the jewelry left on the dresser. I suggest you catch some rest before we arrive."

"Well, bye-"

He turned around to see the small guy already putting on the jewelry.

"W-Wait!", Luigi said rushing over. "C-Could you at least stay and um, keep me company?"

Kamek took a deep breath and smiled, causing a shiver to crawl up the queen's spine.

"Let's get one thing straight, mustached human. You are here as the king's prisoner, you may hold the title in the place of his Queen for the next year. However starting from this night on. This agreement is merely a punishment." he noted.

The small magikoopa took his leave and hobbled towards his broomstick.

"A punishment....", Luigi repeated.

The Koopa guards hurled in and piled his luggage to the side. He watched them while sitting on the bed twiddling his thumbs. He gapped his mouth open to say something but shut it when the door slammed behind the last Troopa.

"Thanks...", He sighed to himself. Luigi hopped off the bed and looked towards the small window. 'Was this a mistake?..'

He got up from the bed, his cape flowing swiftly behind him as he stepped over the scattered toys and to the window. Despite how slow the castle seemingly moved, he still felt a gentle breeze in flow against his face, the curtain feathering his shoulders and slicked back hair. He looked back at the Mushroom Kingdom and sighed as he shook his head to focus on the stars.

"I'm such an idiot... I'm so sorry, Mario."

An hour passed and Luigi was settling in nicely or as nice as he could for the moment. Even though he couldn't leave the room, he took the time to clean up the toys and fold his clothes to put them away. As he was setting down a towel in the cabinet under the large sink. He heard the door open and a low snarl coming from the room.

"HEY, GREEN ONE! WHERE ARE YOU?!" the voice roared.

Luigi's breath hitched before he carefully rushed out of the bathroom, "I'ma here! Did you uh.. need something?"

"A guard saw you weren't there and informed me. What were you doing?!"

"J-Just putting my things away.."

"Well whatever, we're here. You can do all of that later. Then fix up your nest."

"Nest?"

"I mean bed! Could you shut it and get your cape on so we can go!?", Bowser snapped. His scarlet eyes glaring down at the quivering man. Luigi picked up the cape and clipped the front of it carefully. Bowser's symbol, in polished rubies, shined brightly on the broach.

"S-Sorry, I was just-a curious.", He mumbled.

Bowser grumbled, turning his attention to the corridor and stomped his way down the hall. Luigi slipped out of the room and followed quietly. The King, only glanced back once or twice to see his Queen stumbling to keep up with him and his guards. "Ugh, could you move ANY slower?"

"Sorry, the heels are a bit..." Luigi trembled.

Bowser rolled his eyes and told him he didn't care. "Just hurry up."

Finally catching up as they stopped at the entrance.

The mouth slowly opened to cackling and laughter.

'A mansion?'

Swirling around a battered up mansion, were ghosts of all kinds. Florescent lime and plum flames adorned the candle walkway as guests entered. Shy guys of various shapes, sizes, and power-ups flooded through the crooked steel gates. Their Captain followed promptly with his armada, not before tipping his hat to the King, who merely gave a reassuring nod and somewhat of a soft smile.

'If only Mario could see this! Wow, he'd be so ready to... Nevermind.' Luigi thought. Shooing away the thought, he looked up at the King even more confused than ever.

Bowser smiled a bit, "A few of my allies heard news of me having a queen and wanted to celebrate. I'm also here to renew some treaties with them, it's easier to do it this way. It eases the tension.".

Luigi noticed the smile growing as Bowser looked out at the guest. He'd never seen him this relaxed and at home before.

The King looked down to see Luigi give an 'ok then' smile at him. He cleared his throat and his smile vanished, "W-Well, we should head inside. Gotta let King Boo know we're here."

Bowser stepped down from the jaw and extended his claw out to Luigi. Taken by surprise, Luigi stared at it for a moment then at Bowser's hopeful, soft look.

"T-Thank you", Luigi murmured, taking his claw and hopping down. He stumbled a bit, but Bowser swiftly balanced him using his other claw.

The sudden contact made Luigi shiver, not because of the nightly breeze, but because the King's formalities were throwing his senses off.

'Why is he being nice to me now? He locked me in my room for an hour and barely spoke to me!'

The two made their way down the stone brick pathway, many of Luigi's previous enemies looking at the two in confusion. He heard a pair of Dry bones whispering behind him as they neared the "castle".

"Did the King really marry him ?", One stammered.

"Looks like it? Or maybe it's his prisoner?"

"He's too dressed up to be a prisoner, Frankie."

"Yeah yeah, unless-"

Bowser halted then snarled as he looked back at the two, "One more word and I'll PULVERIZE YOU BOTH TO ASHES!"

"B-Bowser, we should just-"

"QUIET!", he roared.

Luigi immediately let go of his claw and took a few steps back.

"Dramaaa..."

Bowser looked around at the few Koopas, Bo-ombs, ghosts, Goombas, Spikeys,Shy guys and boos staring at him. He grumbled then looked back at Luigi who was now trembling from the sudden attention.

"WHAT ARE YOU ALL LOOKING AT!" he growled. "THIS IS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS! QUIT STARIN'! ". Smoke and sparks began to conjure as the crowd went back to filing in.

Kamek, hearing the commotion, flew out on his broomstick towards Bowser. "Sire.. Please, we're trying to keep your allies happy."

The King rolled his eyes as he huffed. "Let's just get inside." Bowser gritted through his teeth.

All Luigi could do was follow behind the quaking steps Bowser made. He was reminded why his disbelief in the beast's kindness was so grounded.

'What if he is one temper tantrum away from hurting everyone? What if he kills me before this year ends?! Or h-he doesn't let me see my family!?'

His eyebrows began to furrow as he was lost in thought, worrying for the safety of himself and others he held dear. But before he could open his mouth to speak, he heard loud thumps coming from behind another set of doors. Small flashes of purple, green and blue were seeping through cracks in the door.

As they opened, Luigi's mouth flung open at the sight.

'A-A dj?! Lights?! Snack tables?! Rave and rock music?! Are they allowed to chug that much- oh my gosh are they swinging from chandeliers?!'

Bowser had already made his way towards the VIP lounge with Luigi following behind, his awe from the large crowds to the fear he felt hearing Boos laughing and cackling behind him. He couldn't wrap his head around any of what he was seeing and the blaring music didn't help either. Kamek started to follow, but deviated once he saw an old friend, "I'll catch up."

Pushing past the large black velvet curtains he saw a hefty Boo, with a gleaming purple crown sharing a laugh with Bowser.

"You REALLY have a queen?! I thought your wedding was a bust!", The ghost chuckled. "Some of my spies even noticed that you kissed the mustache of the fake! HA!"

"Erm...", Bowser grumbled. "Yeah yeah, laugh it up! Technically, he is my Queen. It's a traditional thing.."

"Oh c'mon, since when were you one for tRraDItiOn~ You're the same Koopa that nearly sacrificed the Kong AND Penguin army as a wedding gift!"

Bowser huffed and noticed Luigi slowly making his way over. "Speaking of my Queen. Here he is!"

The Boo King eyed Luigi, "What's with you and humans, huh?". He slowly floated over to Luigi and distorted his face while cackling.

Luigi began to shake and even started panting while grabbing the leather seating from the large pattern of holes on the face. "S-Stop it!!"

Bowser lowered his eyelids, unimpressed. "Cut it out."

King Boo laughed and flew back to his seat, "At least Peach would've held her ground. Where'd you find this wuss?! Oh wait, you didn't!". He snorted, "You married 'im without checking!"

Bowser's chest began to rumble as his mouth slowly heated with flames. Luigi was trying to take deep breaths while his heart was quickening, but the shock and his phobia overcame him.

He was in motion to sprinting out the room, when Bowser yanked his arm, "We aren't done, you need to listen to the agreements in the treaty. As my queen-"

"L-Let go!"

"Do. NOT embarrass me right now! Not in front of-"

"Bowser, I said let go! Please!"

"Why can't you just sit still!"

"LET GO OF ME YOU SHITTY LIZARD!"

Flare rose in his nostrils, the anger that seeped to the hardened gems of his eyes quickly gleaned fire red. His claws clenched down harder and deeper into Luigi's arm, a bruise slowly forming.

Luigi's breath escaped him, it left him gasping at the pain and tears swelling in his eyes.

King Boo's eyes gleaned with excitement, not uttering a word as to not ruin the scene.

"DON'T YOU F*CKING INTERRUPT ME! GOT IT?!", Bowser roared, a bit of the flames escaping his mouth as he yelled. Luigi nodded as he hiccuped and felt the tears drench his 'stache. Flashes of King Boo's distorted face haunting him as he clenched his eyes shut.

"Good!", The King released him and with a thud, Luigi fell to the floor. He held his bruised arm close and as he struggled to his feet, dashed out the curtains and into a dark hallway away from the music. The booming, the lights, the images and the intense pain combined only increased his tears as he sank to the ground trying to calm down.

Bowser grumbled then cleared his throat. He shifted his collar and turned to King Boo, who was grinning ear to ear.

"I just love it when I can scare the living souls out of beings! But you, oh marvelous King Koopa, take the cake! The look on his face-"

"Just sign the papers."

"But you-"

"Sign!", The Koopa snapped as he got up and towered over King Boo.

The King of the Boos was intrigued, but to not push further, called for one of his spies and began going through the paperwork with Bowser.

Kamek flew in shortly after and looked reassured seeing the Captain of the Shy guys join the two.

Looking around the lounge he noticed the absence of the small man. Flying to his son, he tapped him, "Sire, where is the Queen?"

"Huh? Oh, out there somewhere or something."

"And why is he not in here with you? Do you know how much trouble he could get into?"

"Pssh... He ruined the vibes and ran off. I have more important matters to attend to."

Kamek sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He took a deep breath, "Did you upset the Queen, your majesty?"

Bowser rolled his eyes and pouted a bit, "He couldn't just sit still and just listen. I'm trying to show him how to help me rule this kingdom and yet he'd rather run off! He doesn't listen, he's slow and got scared at mere holes! He needs to know his place if he ever thinks of escaping!"

"Sire, I don't think he'd ever do that. Unless he'd want to face your wrath. However did you ever consider, just maybe, that he needed some space? Quite a lot has happened in the past few hours for him."

Bowser snorted and some smoke shot from his flared nostrils. "I gave him a day! How much time does a human need to accept he's my Queen?!"

"Sire...", Kamek groaned, rubbing his temple.

The King's scales rivaled in the lack of an answer, he could sense he was missing something, but saw absolutely nothing wrong with his outburst.

"We'll discuss this later, Kamek! Find him and bring him to me. We'll be finishing up soon to introduce the Queen to the citizens."

"Yes, your highness...", Kamek sighed. "Think about what I said at least. Not everyone is as easy to accept change as you are, sire."

Bowser watched him fly out and huffed.

'Why should I have to care about his feelings? He's here to do what I tell him to do! King Boo was just messing around, I see no issues with it so neither should he! Yeah...!'

[fbfh]

Hi! Do you still write for Logan Huntzberger? If so could you please write about how he would be when his girlfriend gets a migraine? Thank you so much!

HELL YES.

Logan is such a supportive motherfucker. Logan is a moves heaven and earth to ensure that you're content and happy and comfortable and have all your needs fulfilled. In the words of dolly levi, Logan really will insist you just leave everything to him. You don't even need to ask twice, he gets wind that you need or want something, that you need help or a ride or literally anything else, and it's done. He's like a fucking genie or something.

So when you call him one day to cancel your date bc you have a horrible migrane, he doesn't let you feel bad about it for a moment. Before you have a chance to over explain or apologize, he's already on it.

"No, none of that, Ace. I'll cancel our reservations and call you in sick tomorrow, all you need to do is feel better."

You thank him for being so great, and he's overcome with this sense of jesus christ you are so amazing and I hate that you haven't been treated like literal royalty for your entire life, which really just makes him more determined to take perfect care of you.

A while later he shows up at your place with whatever your craving, any medication you need, hot and cold packs, and some light blocking curtains. He speaks in a soft, gentle voice to keep things nice and quiet for you, gets you set up with some tea or a caffeinated drink, and gets you all comfortable. You hear the door to your apartment open again, and he tells you he brought in housekeeping to catch up on any chores that are stressing you out.

"We can't have anything stressing you out and making your pretty head feel worse, can we Ace?" He smiles softly. He lays you down in his lap or against his chest, and rubs your back while you rest until you feel better. By the time your migraine is gone he has several leads on the top treatment and prevention of migraines, the ones your insurance wouldn't cover. Nothing and no one is going to upset you or hurt you, not if Logan has anything to say about it.

[666writingcafe]

An Outdoor Argument

AKA: The Girls Are Fighting

"Barbatos called. He wanted to let you know that he was on his way over here. Apparently he's set up a television interview for you tomorrow morning."

"When is he due to arrive?" I ask.

"A couple hours. I'll get his room set up in the meantime."

"That can wait. We need to talk." Lucifer gives me a weird look.

"Is that really necessary?" I nod, and he begrudgingly sits in the patio chair beside me.

"If it's about the way my brothers behaved this afternoon--"

"It's not that." I sigh. "I know you're upset with me."

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Classic move from Lucifer: deny, deny, deny.

"Lucifer, we both know that isn't true." I lean forward in my seat. "I just want you to be honest with me. It's all I've ever asked from you." Jaw clench.

"I am not one to tell you what you can or cannot do, but I think you're allowing yourself to become way too distracted. You're the future Demon King, and yet you can't even get through a day's work without feeling the need to jump out a fucking window."

I will admit, that wasn't one of my finest moments, but I couldn't very well waltz out of my office and risk getting caught. I have Barbatos keep a close eye on me for a reason; otherwise, nothing would ever get done. Completing paperwork has always been a drag for me. I can never focus long enough. My mind wanders too much.

Lucifer, on the other hand, seems to relish in it. He'd be content being locked in his office with a few bottles of Demonus and cursed records playing in the background. Doing paperwork soothes his mind from the constant screaming that occurs inside. That's why I give him as much of it as I am allowed to.

But that's beside the point.

"At the end of the day, I'm still a demon. I can only resist temptation for so long before I start to feel twitchy. You can relate to that, can't you?" Eye twitch.

"I just think you should be acting with a bit more decorum, that's all."

I can't stop the laugh that escapes out of my mouth, nor can Lucifer help his eyes narrowing in frustration.

"This isn't funny, Diavolo."

"Oh, I disagree. It seems as though you expect me to believe that you and your brothers have never been distracted and failed to complete your duties as a result."

"I know that my brothers are not the best at finishing assignments. No matter how hard I try, I can never seem to get them to behave--"

"And what about you? I can recall a couple of times that you've turned in something late because you were preoccupied with other things."

"At least I came back to it when I was done."

"And I will do the same when I return." Crossed arms. "How does my desire to spend time with MC differ from you and your brothers?"

No response.

I sense someone hiding in the shadows. Interesting timing on their part, seeing as this conversation pertains to them.

"You know, I think that you're jealous. You don't like that MC and I have grown close. It bothers you."

"You're free to do what you want. It's not like I can stop you." A dismissive tone. He's trying to keep his composure.

"You're one of my closest friends, Lucifer. I hate seeing you like this."

"Don't." He's getting close.

"Just tell me what's wrong. I want to help you--"

"Will you stop?!" Lucifer's chair scrapes on the concrete as he jumps out of his seat, his eyes flashing with anger. If I can just push him a little further...

"Tell me the truth."

"You want the truth? Fine. I am so sick and tired of you getting everything you want. I've had to bust my ass to get a mere fraction of the respect that you receive, and all you had to do was to be burn into fucking royalty for everyone to throw themselves at you, begging for the chance to fulfill all of your desires." I stand up from my chair, gently pushing it back behind me.

"Do you see me as competition, Lucifer?"

"How can I? Just by making your presence known, you've already won before anyone else even has a chance to play. There is no competition to be had."

I knew that Lucifer was pretty insecure as a result of his sin, but I had no idea that I was one of the reasons why. I mean, he's Lucifer Morningstar, once the most revered angel in the Celestial Realm. He has just as many admirers as I do, if not more.

"May I remind you that MC was practically head over heels for you from the moment they first saw you? You didn't even have to say a single word to them. I, on the other hand, was on their bad side for a very long time. The only reason they reached out to me the last time was because they didn't want to worry you unnecessarily. I had to get them to trust me before we could even be on friendly terms, let alone romantic ones."

"You still got to them before I did."

"Well, if we're talking about engaging in bedroom activities with them, so did most of your brothers."

"I'm not worried about them." I really shouldn't say what's on my mind right now. For one, it would be a much lower blow than my previous statement, and I don't like hitting below the belt. Also, we do have an audience, and I don't want them thinking less of me.

Then again...

I recall a conversation I had with MC while they stayed with me at the castle, one that occurred early on during their visit. Among other things, they mentioned that they hated feeling like they were a mere object incapable of making their own decisions.

I wonder...

I step closer to Lucifer, who's currently glaring at me.

I'm going to be profusely apologizing for this.

"Are you afraid that I'll fuck them better than you ever can?" Lucifer clamps his hands on my shoulders.

"MC is mine!"

"Lucifer Morningstar!" MC emerges from the shadows and storms over to us, making Lucifer let go of me in shock. They're pissed.

"MC, I--"

"Sit down." Lucifer hesitates. "Now." The power of their pact makes him do as he's told. Once he's seated, MC grabs both sides of the chair and leans over Lucifer rather closely.

"How dare you." Any anger Lucifer had on his face is replaced with immense fear. "I ought to punish you for breaking your promise."

"I'm sorry." The apology comes out so softly that I can barely hear it, but the regret on his face says it all. He knows he's fucked up, and he appears ready to accept whatever punishment MC has in store for him.

Question is, will they?

MC stares into his eyes, appearing to contemplate their decision. The tension between them is intense. Part of me feels like looking away in order to give them privacy.

"I accept your apology." MC gives him a quick kiss before leaning slightly back and tilting his head up. "And for the record, I don't like to choose." They let go of the chair and walk away from him, intent on heading inside.

A simple yet determined glance in my direction has me following close behind. Once we're away from prying eyes, MC turns to me and simply states,

"Well played, Diavolo." I shrugged. "Did I pass whatever test you decided to spring on me just now?"

Perhaps Solomon is right. They are too smart for their own good.

"Hold out your hand." MC extends the hand with the crest of the Sorcerer's Society on it out to me, and I gently grab it, positioning my free hand so that it hovers over theirs.

"I, Lord Diavolo, Demon Prince and heir to the throne, grant you, MC, Solomon's apprentice and future sorcerer, the Star of Gratitude." Once the star appears on their skin, I squeeze their hand softly.

"Thank you for not hurting my friend."

[slutty-transformation-stories]

Corrupt Girlfriend part 6

Day 5

You wake up and look around for Ashley. You find her on her phone again.

you know your girlfriend is a whore, you're excited to check the cameras you installed to see what else she does when your gone.

So you excitedly get ready for work kiss her good bye and then leave for work.

A while later you get a text

Hey babe, Im going to be busy for a couple of hours, so I won't be able to talk!

Damn, that's alright. I'll talk to you when I get home then!

Thank you for understanding i miss you!

I think it's time to check the cameras you smirk to yourself and make your way to the office toilets.

You open up the cameras on your phone and check the front door. You See a Man Enter your home.

You think he is her ex from that video,

Your girlfriend is in that dress you just got a picture of.

You check the bedroom camera

They are half undressed laying on your bed

She grabs hold of his cock and slowly starts stroking him

Shes treating him like royalty

She voluntarily moves down, kissing his tone body

Her head reaches to the level of his cock

She starts licking the head

Its not long until you watch her head start bobbing partly down his thick cock

She keeps going at at a perfect pace you can see her looking up for his reaction

You see, her ex starts to jerk his pelvis, slightly humping her mouth

Finally..

Shes not satisfied yet

He never seems to never lose an erection

She climbs on top of him

To get what she really wanted

never wearing a condom

She Makes his cock hit every place she wanted

He starts to help by thrusting into her as she grinds on him

You see her in extacy

They pick up the pace, yet again, he wraps his arm around her leg

Hes playing with her clit and penetrating her pussy roughly.

Shes Screeming But you can't hear any of it

She then starts to go crazy

shes cumming and shaking on him

She is stuck in an orgasm state for what she feels for over a minute until she falls over onto the bed, shivering.

You decide to finish work early, and you race home. Upon arrival.You Hear Loud Moaning From the bedroom.

"Muffled Crying*"

*muffled Speaking*

"YES YES YES, UGhhh,"

You slowly sneak up the stairs, making your way to your bedroom. You hear her crying from the doorway

"Oh my god, oh my god!"

"Who owns you?"

*smack*

"MmM, you do! You are the best! HMmmm"

You look through the crack in the door

Hes still fucking her like he did all day

Your girlfriend looks like shes in love. Her pussy is coated and filled with the cum he has shot in her all day

"OH god, im all yours, but I need you to hurry. My boyfriend is coming home soon."

"pft what a lucky man"

She turns around

"He is.. but so are you fuck me before its too late"

He wastes no time

He's pounding into her

Her cum fluid mix is dripping out of her pussy

"OH god, UHgh,"

"OH god, im cuming"

"Im not done."

He puts her on top of himself for one last fuck. Shes a whore..

"OH god, I love it. You're so good. Hhhh,"

"Im filling you up now!"

"Thank you so much, sir."

"Okay, let's go"

He exits the room first

"Hey man"

He bumps your shoulder and leaves

You look back for your girlfriend. although she knows your kinks. She has a slightly guilty look on her face.

"Hey baby.. I've been bad."

She starts to reveal what she has been doing all day

"Sorry, I got a little carried away."

"No its okay, I saw it all"

"We didn't have sex very long, but it was really good."

Why is she lying?

"No its okay but I think i need a turn now"

"Ugh, sorry, I'm all stretched out and in pain."

She gives you a smirk

"Why dont I tell you about the plans we have for tomorrow! I'll even help you with your problem."

"Yes ma'am"

She starts to stroke your cock over her cum filled panties

"Well.. as he was fucking me he told me That He showed my photos to his friend."

The thought of this stanger interested in your girlfriend excites you

Shes playing with you cock

"Oh, interesting.."

"I know, his friend wants to meet me. Im sure hes interested."

"Definitely."

"Luckily, my ex offered to introduce me"

She starts stroking you faster

She wispers in your ear

"Wouldnt that be fun baby"

You start to orgasm

She watches your cock trobbing against her underwear

She giggles

"I think thats a yes!"

You both clean up and then lay down to go to sleep