Screw The Pretty Banner I Took Time Making, I Just Found This Photo It's Him!

Screw the pretty banner I took time making, I just found this photo– it's him!

note: The last of the cursed princes :) Soobin version / YeonGyuKai version

Taehyun loves stories. As a boy, he grew up with a higher reading skill than his classmates, devouring books faster than the school librarian could supply them. In his young adult years, not much has changed – wherever he is, there's a book in his hands, in his bag, or on his mind.

There's one story that Taehyun cherishes the most. It's a story his parents read to him when he was young, and he begged to hear it every night until they grew tired of it. This story is his favourite, one he knows by heart, his childhood copy so well-loved that its spine is as fragile as the pages themselves. There are several copies of the tale on his bookshelves; he's collected and procured special editions, different translations, most of which he can't even read. The story is important to him, and he feels a strong pull towards it, a connection he can't explain. It feels like a memory to him, or a recurring dream. He can see the tale play out in his head as if recalling life events, feel the emotions as if they were once his own. Sometimes it feels as though the story is real and his life is just a daydream.

While walking on a busy street one afternoon, he hears the name of the prince from his beloved book called out. Instinctively he turns towards the sound as if answering to his own name. But the caller is not seeking him. Instead he sees someone chasing after a dog that's gotten loose. The animal barrels into Taehyun, knocking him down. When he sees your face, he's certain he knows you. You’re as strangely familiar to him as the book he loves so much. The more time he spends with you as you two become friends, the more he remembers parts of the story that aren't written in any versions of his books.

How can he convince you that a fairy tale is really history, that you have known him before, and that your life is a fabricated lie to hide a curse that must be broken?

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞

note: here is the prince Taehyun drabble that won the poll but never got posted! now all of the members have a prince au on this blog :)

Prince Taehyun is hardly ever seen by his subjects, commoners and nobles alike. He attends official ceremonies and meetings only briefly, for just as long as he has to, before disappearing once again and having his counsel fill his place. It's far from customary. Certainly odd.

His subjects call him the Raven Prince, for the birds that frequent the top tower of the castle where the prince's rooms are said to be. Tales spread in the town that Prince Taehyun could himself see through the eyes of the birds he loved, could hear everything as though with his own ears. These ravens are his informants, they say, often seen quietly perched around the kingdom and surrounding areas, observing, or rather, spying. They go where the prince cannot - or will not. Beady black eyes following the goings-on of the people — the exact shade of black of the eyes of the prince himself. One renowned storyteller swore he'd once seen the prince fly through the dark of night riding on the back of a great bird, bigger than a horse.

A closed-off, withdrawn man who was an open book as a boy, they say, what does he hide? What is he hiding from? What would his parents, rest their souls, say if they saw him holed up in the castle day in and day out?

Behind the mysterious reputation he has acquired, there is only a man. As a boy, prince Taehyun rescued and nursed an injured raven that had flown over the castle walls, forming a special bond with the bird as it grew to trust him and heal under his care. Perched on the young prince’s shoulder during his lessons and being fed by the boy’s own hand, the raven became used to Taehyun’s company. Once it was healed and was able to fly free again, the bird was never gone for too long, always returning to the castle and the window of the prince’s chambers. Over time, a flock of ravens slowly formed as Taehyun’s raven found a place with its own kind and bore a family.

As the prince turned from boy to man, he began to see with new eyes the judgement and expectations of others. Things were not as easy as they had been in his early life. Lessons had been replaced by council meetings and responsibilities. He came to realise that everybody around him had their own agendas and demands. Taehyun had a keen intellect and a thirst for knowledge, and he missed the lectures and tutors that had been a part of his daily routine. He would rather sit and read or care for the ravens than attend parties and meetings with people fussing over him and examining his every move. His ravens seemed to harbour more understanding and loyalty than most of the humans he was forced into the company of.

That he enjoyed the company of the birds was one thing the gossip of the townspeople had right. They all said that he was a lonely soul, but he wasn't – he wasn't lonely, for he wasn't alone. The ravens could bring a genuine smile to his face with one simple quirk of their heads, or their wit in finding the dried fruit he hides around his desk. It was when he was surrounded by other humans that he felt truly alone.

born to love arranged marriage enemies to lovers forced to say that it’s cliche and cringe

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mafia dad jjun who's just as protective n possessive of his nanny as he is of his daughters :3

oomf this took me so long and yet it could be so much better ><

Mafia dad Yeonjun is very picky about who looks after his children. When he finds the perfect nanny, perfect in both the hours you're willing to work and for his children's needs and preferences, he pays well. He buys you a separate phone for communicating with him—just a precaution to ensure the safety of both his kids and their nanny.

He hears so much about you from his two girls who rave about you all the time that he feels as though he knows you, in some small way, before he has the time to get to know you. Eventually, when he gets the time to come home early while you're still up, the two of you talk over drinks in the kitchen. Slowly you begin to get to know each other in the flesh.

Yeonjun comes home to find the house quiet, kids put to bed already. He comes across the nanny at the kitchen table, fallen asleep while reading, and he can't help the warm smile that breaks over his face. Gently, he wakes you up and sends you to bed.

It's not long, maybe a year, until Yeonjun starts to consider you as part of the family just as his girls do. It feels natural, like a no-brainer. You're flustered when you spot a present wrapped and under the tree with your name on it that Christmas. Yeonjun's eyes and smile beam as you bumble on about how he shouldn't have.

There's one small incident wherein Yeonjun tags along on the weekly grocery shop, lifting his daughters into the cart and pushing it along happily through the aisles of produce behind you. It's quite a good system: you find the things on the list, Yeonjun takes them from the shelf and gives it to the girls who put it in the cart—perfect teamwork.

He feels so at ease, doing these mundane things with his little family. It's nice to feel as though his family is more complete again, though it's not in the traditional sense.

But all too soon, there's a phone call that he can't ignore, his blood pumping to high alert when he hears the news from his informant. He doesn't explain anything when he hangs up the phone— he can't, not here and not now—just deposits his cell into his pocket and grabs his kids. He passes the younger and lighter of his girls to you while he takes the oldest, abandoning the cart of groceries and ushering you of the shop through the entrance door.

He drives for hours until the sun has gone and darkness falls. It's only when he pulls up and parks in front of a secluded house in the middle of what feels like nowhere that he breathes easily again. The kids are asleep in the back seat and have been for a while, but you haven't asked any questions. His eyes, no longer frantic, turn to you in the darkness. He looks depleted. You can tell he has something to say, but before he can speak, you're unbuckling your seatbelt and nodding towards the children. Together, you carry the sleeping girls up to a bedroom that looks to be meant for them but yet to be used.

In the kitchen, Yeonjun unravels. He pulls you into him, the first real intimate physical contact you've had, and you feel the tension vacate his body. He sits you down and tells you everything—the full extent of his job and what he's really involved in, which he hadn't filled you in on except the bare bones of what needed to be known, the phone call, the danger. He tells you that if you want to quit, he'll understand, trying to hide the sadness in his eyes at the thought of you doing so.

He looks up as you place your hand over his, and you take the opportunity to lean in and press a tentative kiss to his lips. He cradles the back of your head, so gentle as if he doesn't want to break you but enough to keep you there so he can return the kiss, all his emotion expressed through this one action. When you part to catch your breath, you tell him you can't leave. Not when you've finally found somewhere, someone, who feels so much like home.

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