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Geronimo Stilton: Royal AU

Because I feel like it :)

The Royal Family

Geronimo: The King of the Stilton kingdom

Thea: Next in line for the throne

Trap: A Baron who lives in the palace

Benjamin: Possible heir

William: Former king, succeeded by Geronimo

Other Characters

Creepella: Ruler of the Cacklefur Kingdom

Prince “Ahmad” Nogouda: Prince of the Nogouda Empire

Kornelius: Geronimo’s bodyguard, Head Knight

Bruce: Knight

Crunchrat: A shady shopkeeper

Sally: Member of the Royal Court

The Shadow: Freelance spy for other kingdoms

Bugsy Wugsy/Pandora: Peasant girl

Osseus: Executioner

「𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ⇀ 𝑲.𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒐」

── ❝𝗜 𝗡𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗞𝗡𝗘𝗪         𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗 𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗗         𝗠𝗢𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗜𝗡         𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗦 ❞

    〡𝑲𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒏𝒐 𝑿 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓〡

◉ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅ ┅

𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦

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Chapter Index:

❀ | ①    ❀ | ②   ❀ | ③  ❀ | ④  ❀ | ⑤ ❀ | ⑥ ❀ | ⑦

𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦

𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 - 𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙖 𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙚 ı𝗹ıı𝗹ıı𝗹ıı𝗹ıı𝗹ıı𝗹ı ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮ 𝟬:𝟬𝟭 ─●──────── 𝟯:𝟮𝟵 ◁ 𝗜𝗜 ▷

➳༻❀✿❀༺➳

○𝘒𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶 𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘰 ⇾ 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦

❝𝑻𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑰 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖,❞

○[𝘠/𝘕] [𝘓/𝘕] ⇾ 𝐀𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦

❝𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕.❞

❛𝑨 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈_𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒔❜ 月

❀ | ①

╔═════ °• ♔ •° ═════╗ 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 ╚═════ °• ♔ •° ═════╝

The letter crumpled between your fingers, your grasp becoming too tight for the fragile thing. Your angered steps echoed through the empty hallways as you made your way to the main throne room, bursting through the door despite your butler's worried cries.

"What is the meaning of this?!" you seethed, waving the pale paper towards the two lone figures in the room. A heavy sigh resonated from your father as he pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger.

"[Y/N], you are of age to be married. Of course we had to choose a suitable groom for you--"

"I know that!" you cut him off. "But that isn't what I'm talking about. Out of all the kingdoms we have alliances with, you picked this one?!"

"They made us an offer, [Y/N]. You know that we must do what we can to protect out kingdom!" your mother spoke next, furrowing her brows in worry. She glanced at her husband, who's lips were set in a firm, solemn line.

"And you must know that each of those six princes are utterly useless when it comes to ruling a kingdom! Why do you think none of them have been married off yet?"

"[Y/N], that's enough." your father stood from his throne, straightening his regal robes as he offered his wife a hand, carrying her down the set of high steps and heading for the door you had entered through, sweeping past you. You spluttered, the letter forgotten in your palm as you hardened your hold.

"But father--!"

"There is nothing else to discuss!"

The annoyed tone of your father's words hung in the air dangerously, like icicles waiting to drop.

"By now, one of the Matsuno sextuplets will have been chosen and is being sent here for twelve months. You will behave yourself and treat him as your future husband, and that, is, it. There is nothing you can do to change anyone's minds."

He turned to you, eyes full of stern resolution, locking onto your horrified glare.

"Am I understood?"

He didn't move an inch as you stayed silent, lowering your head as you spat out the words through gritted teeth.

"...Yes, father."

You burned holes through the ground as your parents walked away, the final closing of the doors telling you that you were completely and utterly alone. You grasped the letter between both hands, ripping it apart in a fit of bubbling anger, the fragmented remains scattering across the marble floors.

Storming away to your room, skirts raised above the ground so they wouldn't slow you down any further, thought after thought trickled to your mind, only serving to fuel the fire growing in the pit of your stomach.

Akatsuka Kingdom. Known for its power, as well as the rare phenomena that was the six princes, all identical sextuplets who were born into the royal family. Many thought they would assist the kingdom in growing stronger, using their princely wits and charms to raise their power.

Instead, they all became well known for their immense stupidity and lack of interest in becoming King and inheriting the throne from their parents, let alone marrying into a wealthy royal family, such as your own.

You slammed your bedroom doors shut, breathing heavily. Now, somehow, you were destined to marry one of them? Was this fate's cruel way of messing up your future? Slowly, you reached a hand up to the tiara resting haphazardly on your head, removing it and holding it to your eyes. The jewels encrusted into the gold linings reflected your scowl back at you, distorted and warped hideously.

From a young age, your mind had matured a lot quicker than your body. You were more interested in learning about how to be a perfect ruler than the other snobby royals and lords you had met over the years. You had always longed to find someone of the same mindset, in hopes that they would aid you in strengthening your own kingdom.

But now, everything was falling apart right in front of you, and you apparently had no say in the matter.

The tiara fell from your fingers, rolling across the ground with a clatter. You didn't care where it was. You slid down against the door, head cradled in your hands.

What would you do now? What now? What now? What. Now?

The answer seemed obvious, too obvious at first.

You raised your head, glaring at empty air, barely registering how dark the room had become. The setting sun glinted dangerously through your windows, lighting up your eyes in a raging fire that had suddenly exploded from withing you.

You couldn't cancel the wedding. But no one ever said that they couldn't. All you had to do was keep pushing, and pushing, and pushing, all the way to their breaking point. Then they would leave, and you would be at peace. You would have him gone no sooner than he arrives.

A malicious grin crossed your lips as you carefully stood up, picking up your tiara off of the ground. You twirled the headpiece between your fingers, the dark shadows in the dimly lit room casting a sinister aura over your form.

You huffed a silent chuckle. It was ironic, really. Your kingdom was known for its everlasting beauty, filled to the brim with flowers and greenery that attracted others like a bee to its nectar. However, it's as the old saying goes...

"Every rose has its thorns."

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𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.

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"What do you think, dear?" Your mother turned to you with a smile. "A horse ride with your future husband sounds quite relaxing, don't you think?"

"It would be quite relaxing, if my future husband actually knew how to ride horses instead of betting on them," you replied flatly, staring right into the man's dark eyes. He met your deadpan look with a smug grin, corners of his mouth curling upwards.

"Touché, my love!" You grit your teeth at the pet name. "Although, I am quite certain you will enjoy the riveting show of horse racing just as much, with my presence by your side!"

"I'm sure she will come to enjoy a few games!" your father agreed. "I myself cannot deny the joy of horse betting."

"Wonderful story, father," you rolled your eyes. Standing up from your seat, you bunched up your skirts as you began making a hasty exit. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have more important matters to worry about," you turned back with a spiteful glare, "such as making sure my kingdom doesn't fall to ruins."

You never liked waiting for responses, and so you left with those final words hanging in the air. Your platter of food had barely been touched, but who could blame you? Your appetite was no longer with you after having to sit at a table with three people who you currently felt nothing but anger towards.

You didn't actually know what you were going to do after leaving the dining hall. If you were being honest, you didn't particularly feel like studying or reading -- you were sure that if you picked up a book, or any object for that matter, it would just end up being hurled at the wall.

Your stomach churned uncomfortably as you stalked down the large, empty hallways. Your footsteps echoed around you, too loud for your tastes. They rang in your ears like high-pitched white noise, never ending, ringing and ringing. It made your chest feel tight. Which you found odd; you were sure you hadn't worn a corset on this particular day.

Everything seemed to be doing a great job at ticking you off, so you took a sharp left instead of a right towards your quarters, heading for the garden. You paused in the glass doorway, eyes scanning over the tall bushes and bunches of flowers decorating the space. The large fountain could just about be seen in the distance, the moon above casting a glinting glow on its running water.

Taking careful steps down, you sighed heavily as your foot made contact with the gravelled pathway, the crunching stones muffling the sound of your heels greatly. You spotted a few guards patrolling the perimeter, each of them giving you a stiff bow before marching onward, their guns propped against their shoulders. You held your tongue this time as they passed.

It was dark, but not dark enough so that you couldn't see where you were going. A breeze swept by, but it's calming nature was lost on you. You slowed your quick pace down to a gentle walk, eyeing the delicately trimmed hedges that stood tall around you.

In most kingdoms, the hedges would be covered in roses, always deep crimson, and always blooming. You had always wondered if they were even real. You had touched their petals, but they didn't feel like silk; thy felt rough and fabricated. Empty, with no sense of care oozing from their centres. They were just as fake as the smiles others had sent your way, ever since you were young.

You raised a hand, stretching a single finger outward towards the flower. It's bleeding colours were darkened under the night sky. For a moment, you forgot that roses were red. This one looked black. Pure black, a darkened abyss, swirling and writhing, contorting into sneering faces. It swayed in the breeze, laughing and mocking you.

You returned your hand. Turning away, you headed towards the fountain, taking a seat on its marble ring. Your tiara was in your hands again. You could barely make out it's engraved designs. The cut gems had lost their flare. They were dull, now. They were nothing more than stones to you. Nothing special. Nothing unique. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.

Amidst the trickling of water from behind you, a pair of footsteps sounded from nearby. You straightened your posture, replacing the tiara above your locks, glancing over to your right. A horrible glare graced your features when you saw who it was.

"Please, wait! Don't leave yet!" Karamatsu spoke first, hastening his walk into a jog to reach you. He looked like a lost puppy, eyes wide and brows upturned as he begged you through his dark orbs to stay.

'Pathetic.'

"Well? What do you want?" you snapped, crossing your arms over your chest as you turned your nose up in spite. The man took a deep breath, whether in relief or to calm his anger, you didn't care.

"Princess, I... Would it be alright if I sat with you here?" He timidly asked, a small smile on his lips. It wasn't the same one as before. You raised a brow.

"That's what you came all the way out here for?" You sighed heavily, standing from your seat. "I don't have to time to waste on the likes of you." You began walking away, annoyance rolling off of you in waves.

"No-- Wait!" He grabbed a hold of your wrist, harshly halting your movements. "I just meant that--"

"Don't you get it?" you whipped around, boring your hardened gaze into his own eyes. He flinched at the look. "You are nothing but a burden to me. I want nothing to do with you, and there is nothing you can do to change my mind!" your voice raised with each word, and you caught yourself before it could get any worse.

Taking a deep breath, you yanked your wrist out of his hand.

"I'm giving you one more warning. Leave by morning, if you know what's good for you." You turned away once more.

"...Do you really hate me that much?"

His voice was soft and gentle. No trace of anger was there in his words. Not even sadness. It was an emotion you couldn't quite identify. You turned to look at him. The moon shone down over him, casting a ghostly glow over his face.

He was smiling. Now you knew what it was. It was understanding.

"...I see," he bowed low to you, the same way he did when he first met you. "I bid you a goodnight, Princess. Sleep well."

You had no words. Nothing left your lips, although they were parted. You stared at him for a moment, then you turned and finally walked away. Reaching the steps back up the castle, you paused, the itching urge to look back one more time biting at you, but you fought against it.

You didn't care. You didn't care. You didn't.

The castle was quiet now. Your footsteps didn't bother you this time. The emptiness didn't disturb you this time. Your stomach was no longer churning. All was still. Was it always this quiet?

Reaching your room, you didn't bother to change out of your dress just yet. Instead, you moved towards you tall window in the dark, moving away the thick curtains. You sank to the ground, your skirts flattening out around you like a withering flower. You stared upwards, towards the moon.

A plain white disc in the sky. Greying in some areas. A soft, dark shadow surrounding its edges. The stars couldn't sparkle as bright as the moon. No matter what. The stars that hung in the night sky could never, ever, shine as bright as the moon.

You sat there, nails digging into your upper arms as you lost yourself in thought. The moon rose higher and higher. So many thoughts, and at the same time, nothing at all.

❀ | ④

╔═════ °• ♔ •° ═════╗ 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 ╚═════ °• ♔ •° ═════╝

Delicate strokes to your hair woke you from your slumber. You grumbled, mind still disoriented. The hand sifting through your locks paused for a split second before continuing.

Blearily opening your eyes, you saw your mother, sat beside you on your bed, which you didn't remember getting into. She smiled down at you warmly, the crow's feet settled into the corners of her eyes adding a twinkle to her gaze.

"My daughter has finally awoken, I see," she chuckled. You squinted at her, not entirely hearing what she was saying, until you moved your upper body and rested your head on her lap. She laughed louder, allowing you to nestle comfortably against her.

"... time is it..?" You croaked, to tired to even bother forming a full sentence.

"Just past nine o'clock, dear. I'm surprised; usually you're up by eight." She raised a brow at you, but you ignored her, keeping your eyes closed. They felt sore and itchy, and most likely looked a soft shade of pink. You knew this.

"[Y/N], you need to wake up soon," there was a gentle nudge to your shoulder. "Your father has many things planned for you today."

You groaned loudly. That was the last thing you wanted. It was foolish to have it, but you had a small slither of hope left in you as you asked slowly:

"...Is he still here?"

A moment of silence, and then a sigh.

"You should have joined us for breakfast, dear. He truly is a nice fellow."

"No, he isn't." You sat up abruptly, turning away from her. A cold shiver ran through you as your arms became exposed. Glancing down, you saw you were wearing your night wear instead of your dress. It was then you realised your mind was on autopilot last night.

"[Y/N], please..."

"I'm not like you!" A stiff pause. "I can't see the good in people the way you do. So how do you expect me to see anything in him? A man who knows nothing of the world other than the fantasies he has been brought up with?"

You received no answer. Standing from your bed, you marched over to your dresser, pulling open the drawers. Something caught your eye, and you froze.

The vase you kept on your dresser was always empty. You came to dislike filling it with flowers, as the dying petals would always make a mess. It annoyed you to no end, how quickly flowers could wilt away. Too quickly.

But here, now, it was full. Fresh and vibrant hyacinths were placed in the vase, their petals bursting full of colour and life. They weren't leaning heavily to one side, like yours used to. They stood tall and proud, soaking up the sunlight just entering your room.

"Prince Karamatsu asked the maids to send these up to you." You flinched at the name.

"The only reason you cannot see the good in others is because you are always looking for the bad. If that's all you can see, then you will remain blind to the good." Your mother stood, leaving the room. Grasping the handle to your door, she looked back to you one more time, a smile still present. It looked all too familiar.

"He is not a bad person. Give him a chance."

The door shut behind her with a soft thud, leaving the room silent once more. You brought your gaze back to the flowers. They just had to be purple, didn't they?

➳༻❀✿❀༺➳

"Horse riding?" you cringed. You eyed the horses with disdain, taking a step back as one of them shook their mane.

Your father came over to your side, hands on his hips as he smiled proudly at the selection of horses before him. Karamatsu was over by his own white-haired horse which had been brought over for him, busy patting its nuzzle with a fond smirk.

"But of course! The weather is perfect for it, don't you think?"

"No.." you grumbled under your breath, somewhat glad he hadn't heard you. Your father also went over to feed an apple to his horse, taking a brush and smoothing out its chestnut hair. You stood frigidly, unsure of what to do. You were desperate to walk back to the castle, but something was stopping you. And it was irritating you, how you couldn't figure out what it was.

Slowly, your eyes wandered around the stable, trailing over the golden hay scattered across the floor, to the resting horses, to the walls... then to him.

He didn't look any different from the first time you had met him. He looked so unbothered by the encounter he had with you last night, despite sending you those flowers. You found it unfair, how easy it was for him to hide his emotions like that.

Karamatsu felt something on him. He turned to you, his dark eyes connecting with your own and, for a split second, the world became still. There was no noise, no movement. Just the two of you, in a single frame. He nodded towards you, his smirk morphing into a smile.

"Princess—" You jolted, catching your surprised yelp before it could leave your throat. Your brow twitched as you turned on your heel, glowering at your butler.

"What?"

"M-My apologies!" Tanuki stammered, clearing his throat. "Your steed is ready for you, Princess," the older man bowed formally, guiding you out of the stable and onto the flat grassland. A black horse, a very strong looking one at that, stood idly before you, it's equally black eyes staring into nothing.

You grabbed a hold of Tanuki, pulling him to one side as you hissed into his ear.

"Tanuki, this is ridiculous!"

"I understand, but I am afraid there is nothing I can do, Princess..."

"Yes, there is! Take me to my study room!"

"Your father ordered me to keep you here for this activity, Princess," he sighed, eyeing you sympathetically. He gently coaxed your iron grip on his arm off of him, gesturing to the horse.

"You must brave through it."

He stepped away, just as your father and Karamatsu came out of the stables atop their horses, chatting away as they manoeuvred their beasts with ease. The twinge of jealousy you had felt before came back with full force, the burning fire of competition raging within you.

With new found resolution, you stepped up to the dark horse, stopping beside the saddle. You readied your hands against the leather, placing a foot in the small holster. Then, you paused. Then, you didn't move. Taking a deep breath, you willed yourself to push upwards and to sit on the damn horse, but your body wouldn't cooperate. The chatter from behind you had died down. Your brow twitched.

"My daughter, do you need some help?" You heard your father call, but you ignored him. You tried again with a huff, pushing up with all your might, barely lifting yourself off of the ground.

"Princess..."

"I don't need help!" You denied. You hated how your face burned in embarrassment. You felt like the court jester, making a complete fool of yourself. You knew this was a bad idea. How could your father have forgotten you didn't know how to ride a horse?

"Princess [Y/N]?"

"What?!"

You frustrated comments trailed off as a gloved hand was extended towards you. You followed it up, finding Karamatsu's kind face peering down at you.

"Perhaps it would be easier if you were to ride with me, instead?"

You were confused. What made him so different from everybody else? Why was he being so nice to you? You didn't need his pity, if that's what he was doing. You didn't need him to feel sorry for you. You didn't need him at all.

And yet, looking into his eyes, you saw no ill intent. Only a shimmer of hope. Hope for what? You couldn't understand. And you always understood everything.

You grit your teeth harshly.

With heavy reluctance, you grasped his outstretched palm, eyes widening by a fraction as he easily hauled you up to sit behind him, your skirts flowing off the side of his steed. Slowly, you placed your hands on his waist, not wanting to hold and be closer to him anymore than you already were.

"...Well, then," you father cleared his throat, stunned by what he had just witnessed, "Let's set off, shall we?" He tugged at his reigns, turning around and heading down the thin trail into the castle's forest. Karamatsu glanced back at you.

"Are you ready, Princess?"

"Just go already."

He chuckled softly in response, following behind the king. You wobbled in surprise at the sudden movement of the horse, gripping onto him just a tad bit tighter.

You peered around his broad shoulders, making sure that your father was out of earshot before you leaned up to his ear. You felt him shiver at the feeling of your warm breath hitting his skin. He tightened his hold on the reigns.

"Eh—?"

"Why purple? What do you have to be sorry for?"

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𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞. 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧.

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Hugging the flowers to your chest, you attempted (quite poorly, if you were being honest) to hide your flushed cheeks and pouty lips from the man before you, stuffing the lower half of your face into the petals and taking a deep breath. You couldn't deny the heavenly smell of the blossoms, your vision now slightly obscured by a mesh of various blue hues, the colour that you could only now associate with one person.

Karamatsu couldn't help but to watch you in silence, his dark eyes admiring the way your petite hands clasped themselves around the cut stems, your shoulders and clavicle exposed to the soft light filtering into the small space your dress, though now they were covered in dainty petals as you pressed the bouquet closer to yourself. His mind began to fill with all sorts of ways to describe your elegance and beauty, wanting to remove the white cloth covering his fingers so that he could run his bare fingers over your skin and tresses.

Clearing his throat quietly, he rid his mind of these thoughts as best as he could and licked his slightly dried lips, preparing himself to speak.

"Princess--"

"You--"

The both of you froze, Karamatsu's cheeks darkening at the sound of your voice chiming in alongside his, as did yours, though you were grateful you had the flowers so that he couldn't see this. With a small gesture of his hand, the prince urged you to speak first, to which you shifted uncomfortably in your place, eyes stuck on the flowers bunched in your hands.

"...You didn't need to bring a gift to speak with me, you know," you began quietly, the usual bite behind your words gone as you avoided your original sentence for the time being. "We're not the kind of royals who demand items in exchange for words."

"I am aware," Karamatsu smiled softly, hoping it would encourage you to keep talking with him the way you were doing so now. "Even so, I felt it was necessary if I am to convey these words to you."

"Which are...?" Oddly, your heart began to thud against your chest in anticipation, watching the way his hand moved to run lightly over his coloured streaks of hair before settling it over his chest, looking into your eyes with his rich brown orbs.

"I would like to become closer with you."

The words tumbling from his lips left you in surprise, eyes widening as he continued.

"The same way we did that day we travelled through the forest on horseback, I wish to do that again with you. I must admit, it felt nice to be able to bond with someone after facing so much rejection from other royals I have briefly acquainted..." A quiet huff of laughter left him at that.

"However, I understand that you do not wish to go through with this engagement, and I do not want to force you into yet another unfortunate circumstance," His words became softer, the smile on his lips becoming solemn at its corners as he lowered his gaze, hand pressing firmer against his chest. "So, even if we do not become close as husband and wife, then at the very least, having you as a friend would still warm my heart nonetheless."

Though his heart ached, he knew it would be for the best. Cutting things off earlier into whatever relationship the two of you had begun to form would be much easier, even if it was still painful for Karamatsu to do such a thing. Truthfully, he didn't want to leave, he didn't want to have to give up on you, but if it was something you wanted, he couldn't force anything. Love and friendship are delicate things, preciously moulded by the hands of those who are willing to move forward, and you...

"I don't want you to leave."

Karamatsu's head snapped up, mouth slightly agape as he questioned whether he had heard you correctly, or if he had imagined your words. The crimson staining the tips of your ears and dusting your shoulders told him otherwise. You couldn't meet his eyes, pointing them down towards the few books still laying open and your eyes catching onto the delicately coloured sketch of a baby pink larkspur, the layers bunching together like the skirt of a ball gown.

"I don't... want you to leave," you breathed, squeezing your eyes shut in hopes that it would help you concentrate on what you were saying and not on Karamatsu's twinkling eyes. "I'm sure you've realised this by now, but I'm not used to having such conversations anyone, not even my own parents... Vulnerability has made me weak in the past, and now I believe that becoming hostile towards others is just second nature to me."

A small lull in your voice came and went, ears sensitive to his quiet breaths, and you wondered if he was even breathing at all as he hung onto your every word.

"I know I can't hide away like this forever. I look like more of a coward than anything else, at this point," you sighed. "I know I don't deserve it, but if... if you could..."

This feeling inside of you was so foreign to you. It made you hesitant, made you scared, made you want to back out at the last possible moment, but you knew if you did such a thing you wouldn't get a chance like this ever again - and that thought hurt you more than you thought it would. Swallowing your shallow pride, you forced the words out of your mouth, ignoring that snide voice in the back of your mind telling you to give up already.

"If you could find it in yourself to forgive me for my actions... for what I've said to you... then maybe we could start this over. I want to be patient with you, the same way you have been patient with me."

"... As friends?"

Karamatsu may have been too hopeful, but he wanted to hear it from you nonetheless.

"... Wherever it goes, I don't think I would mind as much." You tried to stay nonchalant about it, though the sudden flush of heat over your skin at the sight of Karamatsu's broad and genuine smile made you fumble, and once you locked eyes, neither of you could bring yourselves to look away. Feeling bold, the prince raised both of his hands and placed them around your own, surrounding them with warmth, the sensation of his gloves brushing against your skin sending a shiver up your spine.

"Thank you, princess." He breathed quietly, the soothing baritone of his voice low for your ears only.

"F-For what?" you responded just the same, the fragrance of hydrangeas now surrounding you both, intoxicatingly sweet.

"For giving me a chance."

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[2:31] now playing: blood sweat and tears - bts

[warnings] miss kink, body worshipping, thigh kink, oral (male and female receiving), unprotected sex (you're on the pill ofc), hickeys, semi-public sex???, handjob, bondage, praise, virgin!servant!jungkook x queen!reader, royalty au

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I stare vacantly at the diamond encrusted piece twinkling against the nape of my neck, dripping down towards my cleavage and spilling into my collarbones. then shift to my slightly distorted reflection, one long, skinny crack along the mirror running across my caked face. the mirror was part of a custom rose gold vanity set, too special to replace.

I released a much needed sigh, flicking away a clump of mascara that had fallen onto my cheek. then I rummaged through my small saucer that I threw all my earrings in. little pink roses with dainty stems linked together around the rim, a small chunk chipped off into a small, sad triangular piece abused by thick layers of superglue.

my servants never understood why I had an "unnecessary yearning" for keeping broken things. apparently, because I'm royalty, I'm not allowed to cherish things because of their deep, sentimental meaning since they could be replaced with a snap of a finger, or at least that's how I was enlightened by my mother's stylist.

just because I'm a soon-to-be queen, doesn't mean I can't have feelings or have to be insanely materialistic. I always look into the deeper meaning of things, not the condition or how expensive it is. which is why I still kept everything my mother had given me. but, whatever, what I call therapeutic is what they call accumulating and gratuitous.

speaking of broken things, I called out to my personal servant. "jeon jeongguk!" automatically, I could hear him stumbling down the halls and felt the wind from my french doors opening fleetly. I had to stifle back a smile. "yes, your majesty?!" he panted, sluggishly. the fresh blush on his cheeks and the tips of ears told me he hadn't meant to be as loud and disruptive. this time, I let the chuckle fly out freely.

I took a second to adore the red tuxedo that draped over his black, silk button up, the first button undone as always. his muscular thighs were prominent beneath his pants, as well as his unmistakable bulge that just always wanted to be noticed. his helmet of hair was moderately messy from running around the castle and yanking on it, stressfully. I was surprised he didn't sneak a pair of earrings on as he usually did, not even on a single lobe. however, he still wore the light smokey eyeshadow I applied earlier today for the special occasion. it seemed to camouflage with his fatigued eyes.

"jeongguk, what have I told you about overworking yourself? and to just call me by name?" I tried crossing my arms over my chest, but the prickly studs and pearls on my dress prevented me from doing so comfortably. he huffed, blowing parts of his hair up from his forehead and puffing his little round cheeks. "but miss y/n, today is your coronation. everything must be perfect!"

finally, I face jeongguk keenly, with an empty gaze into his shiny doe eyes. "I'm everything but perfect, you know that." the whites of his eyes grow significantly, his mouth parted awkwardly, and his fist still on the door handle. "but anyway," I change the subject with the wave of my hand, looking on to the pile of accessories on my vanity. "come help me find my earrings."

he still looks uneasy. but, nevertheless, he loosens up and steps into my room to help me find the priceless studs. it was a rather strange silence but not awkward nor unbearable as we looked under furniture, moved pillows, searched the rug, interrogated the cat, and looked through every drawer. until jeongguk grabbed my attention. "miss y/n, I found them!"

"did you?!" I yelled deep from within my closet, putting my box of trinkets back in its place above all my trousers before scurrying behind jeongguk on the side of my bed. I followed his hands to the faint glistening lights on my velvet headboard and watched him pluck two little studs. I stare dumbfounded as he handed them to me. "ohhh, that's where I put them."

he giggles at me, showing off those charming rabbit teeth of his. "you kept them there for 6 years and you never noticed them?" jeongguk had a very amused expression as he lightly ridiculed me, his smile getting wider and wider and my chest feeling tight as the apples of my cheeks flushed. "I guess so." I chuckled half-heartedly as I fished the tiny earrings from his palm. the warmth of skin soothing me. "thank you, jeongguk." I returned the bright grin.

"do you want me to find some of those earring backs?" he asked, going back into his servant mode. I looked down into my palm and realized both earrings were missing the push backs that held them in place. "oh, no. it's okay. I'll just use some from my other earrings." he seemed to search my face for uncertainty, like he wanted another excuse to serve me. "are you sure, miss y/n? I'll be more than happy to-"

I cut him off, confidently, my voice filled with certainty. "no, you've done enough. thank you." I watched his face slowly fall into a barely noticeable frown, making me feel cruel. so, I made him an offer. "however, you can certainly do me a favor by sitting with me at the royal feast." again, his eyes pop out of his skull and his jaw goes slack. I bite back my laughter as he denied, "o-oh no, I cannot. I have to serve the food, pour the drinks, prepare dessert, and wash the dishes. besides, I am just a servant, I cannot sit with royalty. I must serve them."

a cunning and devilish smirk tugs against my lips as I listen to him rambling, respectfully waiting for him to finish. "I will be queen by then. therefore, it is not an option, it is an order. so, you are serving me." I fix the collar of his shirt, folding it back down to it's dog eared position. he watches me, a certain twinkle in his chocolate eyes that I couldn't quite put my finger on.

I take one last look at him. to me he hasn't changed a bit since my mom had brought him home. even though his body has grown and he has buffed up tremendously, jeongguk still had that pretty baby face I adored. but I snapped out of my thoughts, patting his chest, lightheartedly. "now, out you go. rest up before the big night." I shooed him away, forcing him to shuffle back towards the door before I turned him around and shoved him out.

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just when I thought he couldn't get more sheepishly handsome, he did. he obeyed my orders and sat next to me, fidgeting with his hands beneath the table. I would have been able to properly cherish him if this bowling ball of a crown wasn't digging into my head. why must my new crown be so hefty? I can't simply make suitable orders for my kingdom if I have a headache all the time.

jeongguk had changed clothes. he replaced his red suit for a black and gold one that screamed handsome prince! more than anything I've seen an actual prince wear. he definitely wanted to make a good impression and prove himself worthy of sitting amongst royalty, he even scrapped the dirt underneath his short, chipped nails. but his presence alone was enough to satisfy me. in fact, I don't think anyone really cared that he joined us.

"relax." I whisper to him, placing my hand on his thigh. I could feel his thick muscles tense as I traced my fingers over them. his adam's apple jumping up his throat and coming right back down. his cheeks were stuffed with the lamb skewers piled onto his plate. I chuckle quietly to myself as his skin practically boils beneath my touch. he gave me a short but precious little nod and I moved my hand to readjust my crown that was threatening to fall over my eyes.

the crown wasn't the only thing irritating me. the young man sitting diagonal from me, kwon jiyong, was already chatting my ear off. "now that you are queen, you must find someone to help rule the kingdom." he said, then dabbed the unreasonably expensive napkin on the corner of his mouth. my eyes felt like they were twitching, but I remained calm. "I shall marry when I am ready for it, jiyong."

despite my blunt response, he still kept lingering around the same topic I had pushed aside many times before. "every kingdom needs a king to feel protected, y/n. it's too much hassle for a lady, and I know many charming young men who would love to have your hand." almost unconsciously, I clutch jeongguk's leg once more to keep me from reaching across the table and strangling the man who acted as my guardian.

a dense wave of tension spreads along the endless dinner table. in the corner of my eye, I could see princess nancy wobble in her seat to help adapt to the discomfort as I'm sure she could feel the heat waves radiating from jiyong beside her. and as the agonizing seconds tick by, I'm gradually gripping jeongguk tighter and tighter. my nails are basically indenting his skin, and I can hear the tiniest whine crawl up his throat before I speak again.

"I've been successfully ruling the chourosan kingdom since I was seventeen. if I could do it as an orphaned princess, what makes you think I can't do it as a matured queen?" my question catches him off guard as I raise my eyebrow at him. I know I'm right. because jiyong has been with me since day one, he knows I'm more than worthy to rule my people independently. "I never said that," he puts up his hands defensively. "I'm saying that we have traditions, and one is to have both a queen and a king."

at this point, even queen chaerin, who sat on the left side of me, seemed uneasy. I know he meant well, but he's not in charge of me anymore, I am an adult now. and as my hand is on jeongguk's leg, I could feel his bulge hardening and twitching ever so slightly. he's been silent this whole time, just like everyone else. why couldn't jiyong take the hint?

"how would your parents feel if you broke that tradition? surely they wouldn't be too proud." I felt my chest stiffening, my merciless hold on jeongguk finally loosening and leaving him completely. "that's too far, jiyong." queen jeongyeon finally chimes in, a scowl on her usually soft face. though I didn't wait for a apology or any further arguments as I excused myself, storming off to my room where I could be unbothered. the loud unintentional slamming of my doors echoing throughout the hallways.

I ripped off my crown, a huge weight literally being lifted off of me, and flopped onto the bed. I desperately wanted to get rid of this itchy dress, however I was too lazy for it. my accessories were only thing I had the energy to remove as I fought back hot tears. my fingertips lightly trace the black curtain canopy that draped all around me, the depressing memories of my parents flickering in my head like a terrible cinematic movie.

I'm not sure how long I laid pitifully, but soon enough, there was a light tap on my door, followed by a comforting, minuscule voice. "miss y/n?" it's jeongguk. my mind kept telling me that I needed to be left alone, to process everything and cope. but I couldn't seem to stop myself from blurting, "come in!" his body language was timid as he walked in hesitantly, his fancy jacket no longer draped over his shoulders. instead, he wore the same button up from earlier, the buttons around his chest area hanging on for life because of his big pecks.

"are you okay?" he asked so sweetly. I almost laughed. because if one could see me sprawled out on my bed in a massive ball gown with my hair a rats nest while braiding two pieces of my canopy together, they'd think I had lost it completely. however, I swallowed a small lump that had rested deep within my throat and just said, "I'm fine." I'm unsure how convincing I was. although lying isn't my best skill, he seemed to buy it.

next came a brief silence. I look at him as he awkwardly scratches the back of his head, his baby nose scrunching up just like a bunny. also, while doing so, I was able to get a little peek at his dainty waist beneath his clothing. he's very well proportioned, and I'll admit, I'm a little jealous. this time, he's the one to break the silence. "is there anything I can do for you?" he asks, and for once, not as a servant, but as a friend.

my mind goes back to the dinner table, where only a strong grip on his thigh was enough to turn him on, and to provoke the cutest little whine. I thought about when the very tips of my fingers brushing against his skin was enough to quiet my nerves, the comfort it gave me. I remember all those times I've shamelessly stared at his groin area, fantasizing about it from the day I woke up and the moment before I fell asleep. I sat up coolly, and met his wandering eyes, a smirk gradually lighting my face. "you can, actually."

jeongguk thinks innocently, but the faint twitch of his lips didn't go unnoticed, and the enthusiasm in his voice didn't as well. "yes?" I rise myself from my bed and wiggle my finger, luring him closer. "come here, jeongguk." he shuffles his feet towards me, a hint of confusion resting upon his face as he studied me, seemingly in deep thought. he starts getting hesitant once he's about three feet away, his big eyes shifting every which way.

I don't let him stop until he's just inches away from me, until I could feel his body heat clashing with mine. we were so close that I could see my tiny reflection in the shadows of his eyes, his pupils dilating progressively. the rich smell of his heavy cologne traveling up my nose and putting my mind at ease. and there were no second thoughts when I leaned in and pressed my lips against his. all of my emotions that I kept bottled up were finally bubbling up and spilling into his mouth as he stood frozen against my affection.

when I pulled away and opened my eyes, jeongguk looked absolutely stunned as he brought his hand up to his moist lips with a loud exhale. "y-y/n...!" he takes one step back. "we can't do that, i-it's not right." he stutters. his voice cracking like a delicate china plate. however, he didn't attempt to stop me from grabbing his chin as I spoke. "I know you like me, jeon jeongguk, and I know you want this. nobody has to know. and if one does find out, I'll be very intimidating. but I'll only continue if you let me, otherwise you can just go on your way and we'll pretend this never happened. it's your choice."

I could hear him gulp as he contemplated, with his smokey lids shut, momentarily. before they reopen, his pupils enlarged with anticipation. "I want it." his answer is confident, and then my tongue is in his mouth. the hand that gripped his chin now resting on his waist, the other traveling up the back of his head to tug on his hair. it felt as if a thousand butterflies were fluttering inside my stomach as my tongue danced around his. a gentle moan from him lighting the winged creatures in lust fueled flames.

once again, I felt his hard on poking against me. I brush my fingers against him and felt him squirm, another moan entering my mouth. I clasp my hand around his length and began pumping him, teasingly. he tiny moans escalated to adorable whines as I fondled with his tip, before gliding my hand up his chest to pop open the buttons of his shirt. which makes him pull away from my lips. "wait," I stop everything immediately, concerned that I might have moved too fast for him. he releases a prompt sigh, faltering as he tried to gather the courage to tell me, "I'm a virgin."

jeongguk's eyes left me as he anxiously awaits for my answer. I don't tell him that I already knew, or that it was something I adored about him—a bit too much, actually—because I was certain that it would shoo him away. instead I let my fingers roam through his hair, from to root to tip, until they're cupping his warm cheek. "don't worry, I'll take care of you, baby boy." I promised, and I could feel his body relax.

then, I finished opening his shirt to reveal his impressive abs. I traced my fingers along them, lightly scraping them with my nails. this makes jeongguk hiss quietly, his eyes shutting as I get closer and closer to his groin. I palm him, gently, and his eyes flutter beneath his lids, his eyelashes tickling the top of his cheeks. it's already so hard and needy, I don't think he will last long, so there was no time to waste. as I spun around, I unknotted the purple sash that cinched my waist, imagining my ribs and organs slowly expanding back in place. "unzip me." I told jeongguk, and he did so instantly, and my skin was finally free of that monstrous dress.

underneath all the crystal and pearl littered fabric was a cream colored lingerie set with pastel pink lace, and a cute little bow on both the center of the bra and panties. the bra was long lined, so it rested firmly above my waist, showing off my curves. I didn't sneak a glance over my shoulder to see the look jeongguk's face because I already knew he was enjoying himself. instead I picked up the sash and said, "lay yourself on the bed, and keep everything on." while he sunk himself into the foam mattress, I strutted towards the door and locked them so we couldn't be disturbed, making sure to give him a nice view of behind.

I made sure to take my time lingering around the entrance of my bedroom, I wanted to keep him on edge. I want every little thing to excite and stimulate him, or else I won't be pleased. finally, after catching on to his impatient whining, I spun around to display my pushed up breasts. his reaction is better than I thought it would be. his jaw drops, smoothly, almost instantly fixating on them. the most he's seen was a little cleavage, occasionally, and even that caused him to short circuit.

he had listened to me about keeping his clothes on. his shirt dripped down his shoulders as propped himself onto his elbows, and his pants still constricting his erection. I walked over to him, enchantingly. I wanted to give him the time to let his mind stray about this situation, to create a memorable feeling to associate with his first time. once my body is hovering above him, with my legs folded on both sides of him, I pushed him gently against his chest to force him to lay down flat. he complies and allows his head to rest against the satin pillowcase, his eyes lost beneath his lids.

I sat back and looked at my empty canvas. there was so many things I could do to him and many thought processes scrambling in my head as I watched his chest rise and fall silently. then I remembered the purple sash that I wrapped around my fingers, and moved his arms above his head so he could be restricted. he made no objections to it, probably because he was getting an up close view of my breasts. purple was a good color on him. he does well with cooler tones, they complement his complexion beautifully.

I had not even finished tying him when I made the decision to paint more purple tones onto my canvas. once I finished tightening the last knot, I hover my lips above his muscular chest, giving it a quick peck. his skin is scorching by now. I'm surprised he wasn't tinted red all over, but if I looked closely, I could see some little beads of sweat here and there. "how are you doing, baby?" I ask first, making sure he was comfortable. because just like me, he was not the best lier. jeongguk pokes his tongue out and moisturizes his lips before answering, "good."

he didn't seem to hold any doubt, so I continued on, reattaching my lips onto his peck, more roughly this time. jeongguk whimpers delicately once I began slurping and sucking in his skin, his muscles flexing beneath me. I didn't stop until I was positive that a lovely hickey stained his flesh. it was a deep wine color with faint splotches of violet speckled within. I had officially marked him as mine and I wasn't going to stop there.

almost every inch of his chest and parts of his abdomen were covered in love bites, once I reached my favorite part of him. he was already breathless and I thought he could probably orgasm from hickeys alone. every little nibble on his skin had him moaning and whimpering underneath me, my name drifting from his lips. the dress pants he wore where now chucked aside, leaving him just in his briefs. I was rather impressed with his size, he looked at least seven inches long. not to mention also being thick, as well.

at this point, jeongguk was extremely needy. the light tip of my finger along his head was enough to have his hips bucking for more and the cutest noise to fly out of his mouth. "why don't you take these off for me?" I suggest, and he wastes no measure of time grabbing the waistband and stripping himself. his penis sprung up instantly, already leaking arousal. I use it as lubricant as I slowly jerk him off, giving him a stern warning when he starts thrusting himself into my hand. "sit still, jeongguk." he pouts but obeys.

I remove my hands and spread his legs so I could sit between them. he watches me though lazy eyes, anticipating my next move. he moans lewdly when I start sucking on his balls, trying desperately not to thrash around from sensitivity. "you like that?" I ask, and he nods frantically, humming sweetly. as I glance at him, I notice his arm veins poking out, tremendously. he's clutching onto his own hand the best he can without damaging his wrists. how can he be so cute?

my next target was his thighs. they are so beefy and irresistible, there's no way I could have ignored them. "you have such gorgeous thighs, you know that?" I said before kissing the one on the right. a bright blush seeps through his cheeks at my compliment, with a small curve of his lips before his bunny smile revealed itself. "thank you, miss y/n." he says, coyly. "you like calling me miss don't you?" I grin, and his member twitches beside me. "I do. I do, very much, miss."

my response was more sensual kisses to his legs. as a woman who's grown up with people bowing their heads as soon as I made an entrance, or looked in their direction, this mini role reversal was pleasing. jeongguk must have felt the same as well, because his usual live-to-serve attitude had vanished as I kept giving him more and more affection. but there was still plenty of dominance radiating from me. every action I took towards jeongguk's body had its own little touch that reminded both of us that, generally, I was the one in charge.

this is also because this is jeongguk's first time. everything must be comfortable and memorable, or else I will be ashamed of myself. but my previous concerns were washed away once I started biting the inner flesh of his thighs, where it was the juiciest. a nice, reasonable amount of fat that strangely complemented his big muscles. judging by his abrupt cry, that was a very sensitive spot for him. just when I decided he could not be any more noisy. I warn him to pipe down, in fear of someone too nosy interfering with us, before continuing.

although, due to his uncontrollable outbursts, I had to move on. this would be something to dive deeper in when we had more privacy. however, the two quarter-sized love bites on each of the very inner parts of his legs were enough to fulfill me. since he had been good so far, I grab his shaft and place two kitten licks to his tip. in the corner of my eyes, I saw his damp skin rise into tiny goosebumps, another melodic moan followed afterwards. his bitter taste endures in my mouth. it's definitely not intolerable, in fact, I yearned for more.

finally, I probably wrapped my lips completely around his tip. it pulses in my mouth from my warmth, a quick grunt contrasting with his gentle whines. I look up as I progressively swallow his member until it activated my gag reflex. which triggers him to jerk and curse, "fuck!" I placed a stern hand atop of his hip bone, and he bites his lip, shamefully. a soft, apologetic luster twinkling above the dark chocolate pigment of his eyes.

the farther his length traveled into my mouth, the more he failed at controlling his fragile mewls. especially when his tip slid past my tonsils and nudged the back of my throat. then, I started bobbing my head, swirling my tongue around him like he's a sweet candy, and allowed myself to moan richly against him, and the noises I got in return were more than enough to drench the bottom half of my lingerie set. I let my hand rest above my vagina and traced small imaginary circles on my clitoris, realizing how aroused I really am.

as the heat in my stomach becomes overwhelming, I hooked my finger around the lace hem of my panties and pulled them down in a swift motion. the unexpected cool air against the wetness of my folds provoked a hushed groan from me. jeongguk sees me throw my underwear somewhere on the rug and starts pleading, "miss, can I please taste you? I've been such a good boy. please, please." he's begging was cunning, and very persuading. the innocent features of his face and his tone—not to mention those big doe eyes that could soften even the most ruthless scoundrel—made it impossible to deny him.

yet, I managed to do exactly that, providing him a with an even better offer. "how about I ride you, instead? you can cum inside me." I can see him purse his lips and I realized I left out an important piece of information. "I'm on the pill, don't worry." his body eases up, and he grins again, coyly. "yes, please." I bent over and placed a quick peck on the corner of his lips, before grabbing his member and align it with my core. I massage his head between my folds, grinding my hips towards him until I got the desperate whine I was searching for. "please..." it was so tiny, and delicate. like the daintiest insect crawling it's way to my heart.

my eyes instantly shut once the tip is inside me, a heavy sigh emptying my chest as I adjust to his length before sinking down the rest of it. a good moan from both of us fills the room once he's completely inside me, and I could already feel his excitement pulsing against me. I hold onto his slim waist and began rocking back and forth, taking my time so both of us could relax. jeongguk's hair is now frizzy from all the sweat that has soaked his forehead, sticking  out in every which way as his lips quiver. his lids are heavy and his eyeshadow is smeared, but his eyes still shined brightly, his pitch black pupils overpowering his natural eye color.

as my movements got faster, it was as if I could feel his juices mixing with mine, which turned me on to the max. I let my head dip back and my hair hang loosely from my scalp, a deep moan vibrating deep within my throat. the boy's fingers start to curl into fists, his whole face and chest glowing a sweet red tint that complemented the hickeys. he must be close, I thought. so, I bounce up and down, pressing my nails into his thighs.

another sinful moan is released once his penis has jammed against my g-spot, and I angled my body so his tip can repeatedly press against it, making the knot within my stomach tighten each time. we have now become more noisy as our highs are bubbling up within ourselves, our bodies perfectly in sync with each other as we pleasures each other. abruptly, jeongguk cries out, his body trembling in the slightest way. "oh, miss y/n, I am close." his voice gives out towards the end, breaking into an empty sob.

his thighs begin shaking beneath me, and for the first time he starts tugging against the restraints, but not to be rebellious. but because his orgasm was so thunderous. he let go of one final, breathy moan before filling me up with his warm seed. I'm not that far behind as I continue to grind myself above him until my orgasm is reached a couple minutes later. both of our chests heaving, rhythmically, as we caught our winded breath. with him still inside me, I move a strand of hair from his face, tucking it behind his ear the best I could, but instead it just flopped back out.

again, I slither my hand across his chest, running my fingers along the marks I have given him, and stopping at his abdomen where his muscles hardened. I then carefully lift myself from him, our blended cum oozing out of my core and dripping onto his length. I couldn't help but moan in sight, one final idea putting a smile on my face. "do you still want to taste me?" I ask. even though he's worn out, his face beams and his rabbit teeth appear. "yes, please." he had such good manners that there was no debate when I hovered my core over his face, a small drop of our juices landing on the lower part of his cheek.

jeongguk groans at the taste we've created, and it tickles my vagina so nicely that I praise him. "good boy, jeongguk." I pat his damp hair as his tongue slurps up every last drop, like it's his life mission. meanwhile, I'm untying his wrists, I've gone too long without his touch. the sash leaves behind yet another gorgeous flaw to his skin, an indentation of the luxurious material temporarily embedded into his flesh.

once the pads of fingers mold themselves against the curve of my waist, it was electrifying. he treated me as I was an ancient artifact, his touch is light and feathery just like his tongue, and the stray strands of hair tickling my belly. I didn't long for another orgasm, him licking me clean was all I wanted. I pull him back by the hair and he exhales sharply once his mouth has parted from me, the lower half of his face glistening from our arousal. he swipes his tongue across his face to get the leftover fluids, humming in contentment.

I didn't get the opportunity to admire him post-orgasm, unfortunately, all because of duke jiyong's cartoonish voice booming down the hallways. "queen y/n?! I must have a talk with you!" I rolled my eyes and wiped jeongguk's face, as he smiled at me, endearingly. his smile was so hypnotic, I wanted to make him the most joyful boy on earth just to see him smiling with those adorable teeth and tiny creases near his eyes. I place one last peck on his sticky forehead before wandering through my drawers to find a clean pair of undergarments and a slip on night gown. before jiyong opened the doors on a grinning, half naked jeongguk.

Hiraeth | Part I

Jungkook x reader

Hiraeth: A longing for a home you can’t return to, or that never was.

Summary: It was confusing, the whole ordeal was. But no matter how many times you told yourself to go back, he was always there, taunting you to stay. Royalty AU

Genre: Smut, angst, minor fluff, some violence

Warnings: This is a multi part series that includes sexual themes and mature content.

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“How much for admission?”

“25 today, ma’am.”

She smiled, pulling out a 20 and a 5 from her wallet before handing it to the ticket clerk. He took them gently, replacing them with a wide blue and gold ticket for the museum. She thanked him before gathering her things and turning to walk inside.

She had always admired museums, though she never had any time to actually go. She had been quite a few times as a child with her parents, but now that she was older, and miles away from her family, work eventually caught up with her, and museums just seemed out of reach.

Regardless of that fact, art was something she could find solace in; she was a writer herself. She understood the lengths of time and energy one had to put into a piece of work, and that gave her a great sense of comfort as she walked inside.

Despite it being a Saturday morning, the building was fairly empty, with the exception of a few families here and there checking the pre-historic exhibits. She had her eyes set on the literature displays, which she desperately wanted to write about since last year when that section of the museum opened.

Clutching her notebook and pen close against her chest, she proceeded to follow the direction of the pamphlets map, trying to weave her way around the statues and memorials of artists.

She had been tasked with the assignment of writing about the new piece of writing found in the museums archives. Something about a hefty donor who had initially donated the piece after he discovered it on a backpacking through Europe trip with his friends. The rest of the story somewhat varies from source to source, and little to none is actually known about the piece of writing.

Finally stepping into the large vicinity of the literature department, she found herself smiling, allowing her eyes to trail over the scrolls dating back from England in the 15th and 16th century, and over some of the more modern pieces. A book perched on a stand under a glass casing caught her eye and she mindlessly gravitated towards it.

“Careful with that.”

She gasped, taking a step back and clenching her fist around her book-bag. Though the sight of the middle aged man standing before her caused her to let out a long sigh, wincing as she awkwardly laughed.

“Sorry, you really scared me there.”

His eyebrows furrowed together, “My apologies, you were just looking too close. Please make sure you’re outside the red tape.”

Red tape?

And then she looked down.

Oh, red tape.

Her feet took two steps back, until they were finally behind the displays limit.

“Sorry,” she smiled shyly.

“Ah it’s alright, it’s just that this one’s fairly new. Last week’s shipment.”

She let her eyes hover over the book again. It was closed, sadly, the contents of whatever was inside maybe never to be exposed. The cover was a red mahogany, which splayed the three letters of J.G.Q.

It was strange to say the least, an author she had never once heard of. Granted, she wasn’t a literature fanatic, and she certainly didn’t enjoy boasting about her supposed knowledge on books and authors but, she had at least prided herself on her remembrance of important novels and their creators.

This one had to have some importance if it was here.

“Is that the author?”

He nodded, taking a closer look at the book, “Not really sure what it’s about, just know that it’s pretty expensive.”

“How much was the bidding?”

“Ah,” he clicked his tongue, “Somewhere around the 70 million mark.”

“What? Yea, I’d say that’s pretty expensive,” she nearly choked. If she could recall, that was nearly as much as Van Gogh’s Starry Night, and that was a painting.

“Yea, we’ve had other museums try to claim it but the owner really wanted it displayed here,” he shrugged, leaning on the disinterested side.

She clasped her hands together in front of her jacket, smiling kindly at him, before thanking him for the information. He quickly got the hint and waved a goodbye, before leaving her alone with the book.

This was it, this was the one, the one she was purposed to write about. A gleaming shimmer of anticipation shone through her eyes as she quickly pulled out her notebook to write.

—

“Ma’am? Excuse me, ma’am?”

Her body shook unexpectedly at the source of the quiet but urging voice. Locking eyes with the security guard, she began apologizing profusely, shaking her head at the sight that he had unfortunately caught her in.

She had managed to fall asleep in the middle of writing, pen still locked in hand, and body tiredly slumped against one of the stone benches near the book casing. It was covered now, blocking her view from the piece that lied underneath.

“Oh, it’s alright ma’am,” the guard started, his lips turning to the sides to expose his teeth, “It’s quite late though; the museums about to close soon.”

She hymned an okay, swallowing to coat the inside of her dry throat so she could properly speak to him.

“I’ll leave right now. Again, I’m very sorry,” she found purchase onto her bag, holding it up as some figurative shield against his scrutiny. He seemed kind enough however, and merely held up a hand to ease down her nerves.

“No need to apologize. We’ve had plenty of people doze off here. Art can get quite boring.”

Her brows knitted together, yet before she had any time to open her mouth to rebuff his statement that art was simply not boring, he had already sauntered off down the hallway, gesturing to the exit door across the room.

She followed his ushering, leaving quick without another word. How could someone work at a place full of art and mosaics and still have the audacity to call it boring. It rubbed her the wrong way, but she shrugged it off without a second’s remorse. Some people were just like that.

The notes she had taken hadn’t gotten too far either, and she bit her lip at the thought of returning again sometime next week, presumably after the guard could forget her face. She didn’t want the embarrassment of an encounter again.

Eventually, digging through her bag, her fingers found her car keys, and she sluggishly drew them out, making way to the parking lot on the other side of the building. But suddenly, the night’s gentle hush was crudely interrupted when a harsh scraping echoed from her right.

Better judgement called out to her, pleading for her to just continue onwards to her car but goddammit, she was too stubborn. Hugging her keys at the base of her chest, she neared the side of the museum, peering past one of the concrete pillars and into the alley where the trash bins were placed.

There, in the short distance of where her eyes were able to scan, were two darkly dressed men, hauling an oversized trash bag over their shoulders. They must’ve been taking out the trash.

Releasing a long breath of air she hadn’t realized she’d been holding in, she finally tore her eyes away from them, turning on her heel to get to ready to leave before her keys slipped past her fingers. With a clichéd clank, they hit the ground, captivating the attention of the two men.

Shit.

“Hey! You there!”

Shit shit shit.

Her jaw hung open, tongue continuously flicking over her teeth to find any words to say but they never seemed to come out. One of the men had already bolted in her direction, and while her heart sped up dangerously to breaking point, she couldn’t find the fight or flight response to move anything. They had both failed her and instead, she just froze.

“What did you see?” One of them harshly whispered, whipping his head back and forth to survey the area. She could only muster a small shake of her head. Nothing, I saw nothing.

“Relax man, you obviously scared her,” another gruff voice boomed from behind him. They both looked older, probably mid-thirties, and both had the same tired look over their faces.

“She saw us hauling around the bag!” He hissed at the other, clutching at her arm to keep her steady in place.

“I don’t…I don’t,” the stuttering mess tumbled out innocuously. The lesser of the tense two crouched down to her eye level, letting out an exasperated sigh before waving his hand at his partner.

“Just do it quick then.”

“What?” She yelped, clenching both her fists in an attempt to take control over her arm again.

One of them slugged off to the black trash bag, opening it casually before reaching deep into its contents. Her eyes widened at the sight of the red book being tugged out from the bag, before he walked back over.

“You’re going to do it with that?” The one still gripping her arm asked, his voice dripping venom. The one standing shrugged, “It’s the only thing that looks hard enough. You should’ve brought your bat.”

Everything they were saying seemed to go in one ear and out the other, an unfamiliar ringing replacing their bickering instead. The thumping of her heart beat pulsated to her face and she felt herself ready to combust with panic. But before those feelings could even settle within her, the standing man drew the book back past his shoulder.

She stared at him, anticipating the blow, until he finally fulfilled her worst thought and whipped it forward against her head, the last sight her eyes caught were the bold letterings of “J.G.Q.”

—

The fogginess soon cleared from her mind, a daydream like essence washing over her instead as she tried to take in whatever surroundings her eyes would let her. They struggled to adjust to the dim lighting but eventually, they roved over the room.

A layer of dust seemed to coat almost everything in sight, like a thick blanket, hiding the interiors of simplistic furniture. This room had to have been forgotten, or at least, drawn away to be forgotten.

She stood up, wincing at the painful throbbing in her head, and she raised an arm to tightly clutch around her forehead, trying to suppress a whimper.

“What the hell…”

It didn’t dawn on her before, but this certainly was not the alleyway behind the museum building. Though she had a fair history with panicking under strange and foreign circumstances, she used whatever strength was left in her to ease herself, at least until she could figure out exactly where she was and how she got here.

How long had it been since she was knocked out? How much did it induce her to forget? And what had she gotten herself into yet again?

Mentally thanking herself for never once loosening her grip on her book-bag, she pulled out its contents, double and triple checking if everything she had left her house with was with her now. The notebook, the pen, a couple of candy wrappers, her headphones and finally her cellphone, which she whipped out in an attempt to call whatever authorities she could.

Except, the time was off.

Surely it had to have been later on in the day, or at least week. But both the date and time were exactly the same as when she had checked leaving the museum. A string of muttered profanities escaped her lips as she tried desperately to dial any number, yet to no avail. Of course.

Pursing her lips, she shoved everything back into her bag, tightly zipping it shut before slinging the strap over her shoulder. There was no way she’d find answers in here, so without a pause for thought, she opted to leave the dusty room and proceeded towards the single wooden door.

Her heart nearly stopped when she found a long corridor extending to a large spiral staircase. This certainly did not look like any building structure she was familiar with. Everything felt too elegant, it felt too, old.

The hallway comprised a series of doors, each further than the last. One however, on the left side caught her eye. It was the only set of double doors in the hallway, probably for something or someone important. Every ounce of her being somehow felt it would’ve been wrong to stumble into that room, but she couldn’t shake off the curiosity within her.

Licking her lips, and holding her bag just a tad bit closer, she gently paced over to the doors, careful not to attract any attention to the light taps of her feet across the red carpeted floor.

When she finally reached the doors, she squeezed her eyes shut and took in a deep breath, reminding herself that she had to do this if she wanted to find out how on earth she wounded up here.

So she latched her hand on the knob and quickly pushed it open.

It was darker than the hallway, and with proper assessment, she concluded it had to be night passing by now, judging by the dark blue skies beyond the window across the room. Upon further inspection, and after walking inside, she swallowed thickly as she realized this was a bedroom.

An incredibly large one, might she add.

To the right, a queen sized bed was pushed against the wall, meeting its head-post. Four long pillars extended from each corner, holding up some kind of…tapestry? Drapery? It was hard to tell. To the left, a white sheer glossed door was closed, and right beside it, a folding wardrobe.

Drifting towards the accordion styled doors of the closet, she mindlessly opened one side, peering inside. It held men’s clothing, of various hues and gradients, yet the article that caused her blood to run cold, was the coat at the very end.

Embedded with a sequin of dazzling emblems and glitter, it carried some kind of regal feel to it. Almost as if this didn’t belong in her hands, or in anyone’s for that matter.

And then the door to the bedroom rattled and she froze dead in her spot, darting her head to the handle. Her body remained firmly glued to the ground, but her mind screamed at her to move, to hide, to do something. The sweat trickled over her forehead and if it weren’t for the rush of adrenaline coursing through veins, she would’ve cried. But there’s no time for that.

Tugging at her legs with her arms, she practically threw herself inside the closet, shutting it quick before sinking down in the farthest corner behind a rack of black lace trimmed boots. She cradled her head in her arms, whilst pulling her knees closer to her chest as she tried to steady her breathing to a complete halt.

The door opened. She could hear it. A grunt followed after.

Her body trembled in the darkness, silently waiting for the stranger to leave so she could escape. But she didn’t even know what she’d do after that. Who would she turn to? Who could she call? Not even her phone was functioning properly here and surely this wasn’t someplace where she was welcomed.

It couldn’t have been more than thirty minutes, mindlessly waiting inside the closet, praying to whatever higher being that whoever was inside the room would not open the doors to reveal her hiding body. The sliver of light beneath the closet suddenly flickered out, and some shuffling could be heard on the other side.

Whoever it was, had gone to sleep.

She waited just a little bit more, hoping to make her escape sooner than later. Crawling over the boots, to the front, her hand carefully gripped the underside of the door, sliding it just crack open so she could slip out.

Eventually, her entire body finally made it out, and she shut her eyes, the concern too highly concentrated in her brain. Hands flailing over the carpet of the ground, she pushed herself upright, making sure not to breathe a single loud puff. It would be too risky.

But the universe had already made a point in proving she had the worst luck imaginable on earth, and while she was straightening out her clothes, the body in the bed adjacent to her sat up tiredly, bringing a hand to rub at their eyes.

She could only stare, hot pinpricks dotting all over her face until the body in the bed gasped.

It was a man. And he was gawking at her, angrily.

As soon as he could comprehend her presence and release a loud halting demand, she was running straight out of the room, with him on foot close behind.

-

Part II

— ao3.

the lily of adversity (177996 words) by gilibean

☾ chapters: 48/? ☾ fandom: 방탄소년단 | bangtan boys | bts ☾ rating: mature. ☾ warnings: graphic depictions of violence.

relationships: bangtan boys ensemble/original character(s).

characters: kim namjoon | rm, kim seokjin | jin, min yoongi | suga, jung hoseok | j-hope, park jimin, kim taehyung | v, jeon jungkook, kang haeun.

summary: kang haeun was uprooted from her quiet, provincial life after being declared the destined mate of the seven wolf princes of lucine. she was promised a good life wherein she would be loved and cared for - that is until she arrives in the castle and realizes just how unwelcome she actually was.

none of the princes wanted her but it did not matter. all eight of them may have been connected by fate but haeun was someone who spat at destiny in the face.

[also, she may or may not be planning a revolution]

the sequel, cursed stars.

wind chimes

credit for the gif goes (again) to who made it & posted it first 🤎

fairy au, royalty au

yandere! jung hoseok x f! reader (part I of II)

who would have thought that a crackpot fairy communication tutorial your friend printed off the internet would have actually been powerful enough to summon the fairy prince himself, jung hoseok? he swears upon all the stars that the two of you are meant to rule over the faes, and your refusal will not be enough to keep him away from claiming his queen.

warnings: yandere themes, violent behavior, delusions of grandeur, manipulation, slight humiliation

*quote from maya angelou; not mine

(a/n): thank you all so much for all the love for flower petal! that was my first yandere one shot, and to have it be so well received means the world to me! reading comments and theories made my day~ thus, i hope to continue writing and giving everyone good pieces. please look forward to more works in the future (even if they take a century and a half haha) love, ati

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“How much longer is it going to take, Etha?” You groaned, hiking your bag up your shoulders for the fortieth time. “We’ve been out here since sundown!”

“Shut up, I know!” Your friend replied but with excitement rather than anger. “We’re getting close now.”

“You said that twenty minutes ago,” you whined as you leaned up against a tree. 

Etha pushed her black hair out of her face. The green dye at the end was fading away into a sad gray. “The more you complain, (Y/N), the longer it will take.”

“I’m sorry we can’t all match your enthusiasm for the mystical,” you wagged your hands around in an exaggerated, joking manner. Etha huffed and shook her head in amusement.

“The pond is literally two minutes away, get up!” Etha shoved her map into her side bag and trekked on. You pushed off of the tree and followed her in fear of being left behind in the dark woods.

Once the two of you had passed a grove of trees, you were rewarded with the sight of a moderately large pond underneath the moonlight. The grass grew long where you stood and got shorter and shorter by the bank. It was the perfect scenery for a lovers’ getaway at night.

Too bad I’m here with Etha, you laughed to yourself.

“Okay! (Y/N), come here! I’m so excited.” Etha was on her knees in the grass, pulling papers out of her bag.

“I don’t know which I don’t understand more: the fact that you wanted to randomly talk to fairies in the middle of the night or the fact that I came with you. Or the fact that you think we’ll contact fairies at all.” You sat next to her and abruptly fell over when she elbowed you in the side.

“It’s going to work! This article had tons of great reviews. And I’m sure that we’ll get something from being out here, whether it be great memories, pictures, and/or fairy communication.” She said it so determinedly you knew it was better to stop asking.

“Of course, ma’am. Just let me know what you need me to do.” You said and promptly fell onto your back, admiring the moon.

Etha had chosen the night of a full moon, claiming it would result in better energy for your escapade. You might not be understanding a single thing happening right now, but there was definitely the wonderful scenery to admire in the night.

“Okay.” Etha pulled an article, a set of wind chimes, and a flute out of her bag. “This way, we both will get to experience something different.” She handed you the chimes and you placed your hand over them. 

“According to the article, you should go sit by the pond and wait until the surface is perfectly still.” Etha read the directions out to you. “Then, hold out the chimes and tinkle them over the water. Supposedly, within a minute, bubbles should rise, the water will ripple, and you will be calling out to water spirits.” She handed you the piece of paper with suggestions. 

“Oookay.” You said unsurely. “What will you be doing?”

“I’m going to try and communicate with air spirits by sitting underneath a tree in the grove and playing the flute.” She twirled the instrument with a grin. “I can’t believe these lessons are actually going to pay off.”

You both dissolved into giggles. “Whatever you say!” You replied and stood up, brushing the dirt off the butt of your jeans.

“Wait!” Etha grabbed your arm before you turned to the water. “It’s also helpful if you send out thoughts of love and friendship.”

Oh my. “Will do.” You pointed the chimes at her. “Enjoy talking to air spirits.”

“Enjoy talking to water spirits!” Etha waved frantically and walked off confidently into the grove.

You sighed before turning in the opposite direction.

You lowered yourself by the pond bank, being careful not to let the chimes sound. The pond was relatively still as there was little wind, but you could see small ripples in the water here and there. Thus, you waited.

After about three minutes, the wind stopped. You waited for another minute to be sure before extending the wind chimes over the water. You began gently shaking them and then closed your eyes.

Hello, to whoever I’m speaking to…I was brought here by a very close friend of mine. She’s impulsive and energetic but she always leads me in the right direction, so I’m glad to be sitting here and speaking with you today.

I don’t have a ton of friends, so I would be grateful if you wanted to be one of them. I also have not had a lot of successful experiences with love, so if you wanted to join me for that endeavour…may we *jump hurdles, leap fences, and penetrate walls to arrive at our own ending with full hope*.

You smiled to yourself, enjoying the sound of the chimes. I hope that you have a fantastic night and that we can meet soon. Sincerely, (Y/N).

You opened your eyes and glanced down at the water. As you expected, there were no ripples or bubbles. You shook the chimes for a few seconds more before laying them down in your lap and sighing.

While you failed to contact the water spirits, you could definitely enjoy the breeze and the smell of flowers.

Wait…flowers?

When you and Etha had first entered the field, there was nothing to see but grass. You would have noticed flowers.

A quick glance around confirmed your thoughts, but the smell was only getting stronger and stronger. Then, your hands started tingling as if you were thawing them from the numbness of the cold. 

It didn’t make any sense; it was almost as if your senses were deceiving you.

The cool, night breeze got stronger and stronger, picking up the wind chimes and almost carrying them across the lake. At the last second, you managed to grab them and hold on with your arm outstretched over the water. You watched in a panic as the article drifted off towards the sky.

The wind was whipping leaves, grass, and small stones around the plain and you shut your eyes before dirt could get into it. 

When you tried to pull your arm back into your chest, you swore you could have felt someone trying to grab your hand. Fingertips brushing against yours.

But no one was supposed to be over the water…

Right before you opened your eyes to check, you felt immense pressure in your head and crashed headfirst against the bank.

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The Dark Prince pt.1 | JJK

𝔓𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤: Prince!Jungkook X Caretaker! freader

𝔊𝔢𝔫𝔯𝔢: Yandere, Royalty!au, Curse!au, Smut, Angst, 4k 

𝔖𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰: His family name cursed, Jungkook is doomed to live his life in the furthest tower of the castle, alone and abandoned. You are charged with serving his highness with any need he may have, no matter the demand.

𝔚𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: 18 +M smut, mentions of curses and witches, mentions of hexes, mentions of death (side character), mentions of corruption, angst, pillow humping, rutting, orgasm, mentions of cum and touching cum, anger, obsession, misunderstandings, abandonment, future smut.

pt.1 - pt. 2 - pt. 3 - pt. 4 - pt. 5 - pt. 6 - pt. 7 - Final

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Charity (M) - Request

Summary: You’re a maid for the Crowned Prince of Busan, you’re in love with him, but you think he only uses you for charity, so one night at the new karaoke bar, you try your best to forget him, with the help of a stranger.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Prince AU, Smut, Fluff, Light Angst

Word Count: 16.1k

TW: swearing, drinking, thigh riding, unprotected sex, oral sex, blowjob, cunnilingus, face sitting, soft fluffy sex, 

You never really understood people’s fascination with ridiculing him. Sure, he was handsome and rich, but that’s so artificial and shallow, not everyone with money was an asshole. If they actually knew him, knew what he was like behind closed doors, how he acted when other people weren’t around, they might think differently, they would see it wasn’t just an act. But that’s why you were so thankful. In the moments you had him alone, he wasn’t the crowned prince of Busan, he was just Jimin. He was himself; the kind, sweet boy you’d grown to know and admire over the years.

Park Jimin. Where do you even begin to describe Park Jimin. He was born into a royal life, his father being the current standing king. He was raised in the castle; he had the finest tutors, the best food, received the best presents, and was taken care of by the best people in the country, but somehow, growing up with a literal silver spoon in his mouth didn’t affect who he was as a person. For as long as you’d know him, he had always been the sweetest, most genuine person you’d ever met. He cared about everyone. He was meant to be king.

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Into Eternity - Part I

             Today was the day you had been dreading for months. It was your wedding day. The day your parents had been waiting for many years to come. Finally, you had a use. You’d been an ill child, constantly being sick and unable to help out on the farm. The only reason you’d been saved was because of your beauty. The King and Queen knew you’d look perfect on the arm of their son, Jimin.

           The Prince was beautiful, of this there was no doubt. He had an elegance that many sought after. Your parents had fallen to the King and Queen’s feet, telling them that they’d make sure to raise you so you were worthy of someone like the crowned prince.

             No expense was spared today. Gold fibers had been woven into your hair. Your bodice was laced tightly and you found it difficult to breathe. However, there was no sympathy from your ladies in waiting.

             “Can you suck in a little more dear? The Prince should be able to fit his arms around you… Hopefully,” she breathed, looking around at the other women in the room like they were all sharing a similar thought. It left a sour taste in your mouth at how easily insults came off their tongues here, but you tried your best to breathe in more.

             “You’ve got a decent face, but the Princess of Ivarsted was much more regal if you ask me,” another woman that was preparing your skirts commented.

             The insults wore on as the day progressed. Your face was done up and you were put into your shoes for the night. You winced in discomfort at the jewels that scraped against your fragile skin, but you remained silent. Any complaining would be fruitless to you at this point, if anything it would damage you. It wasn’t worth it; no one would be listening anyways.

             You really had no idea what to expect for your husband. All you had heard your entire life was that he was going to take care of you and that you had to serve him to the best of your ability. You had to watch your weight and watch your figure to make sure you didn’t displease him some day. The Crowned Prince was known to be beautiful. He was very quiet and kept to himself, rarely ever coming out of the palace. However, you’d never met him. Not even in passing. You lived far out of town and you weren’t allowed near the palace at a young age in fear of you being seen by the Prince or the other members of the royal family and them suddenly deciding you weren’t going to be enough for his highness. So, the first time that you’d be meeting your husband would be as you walked down the aisle.

             Your hair was pulled up high into a painful, yet supposedly elegant updo. At one point your scalp began to bleed because the woman doing your hair was stating it was too long for what the Queen had requested. Something you could’ve easily fixed had you been paying any attention. Your fault entirely, of course.

             Finally, you were done. ‘As good as it was going to get,’ according to one lady. You sighed and looked at yourself in the mirror. You looked pretty, although it wasn’t what you usually looked like. You looked almost like a ghost because you were so white. Your lips were painted a ridiculous red color, almost like a doll being dressed up for parade. You found yourself wanting to be sick merely from looking at your reflection. You wondered what Jimin was going to think when he saw you. You thanked the women who had been torturing you all morning; gathering your skirts before heading towards the door. However, before you could escape through the door, a man standing in a Royal guards attire approached.

             “Sir Namjoon! You don’t need to take her, certainly she can go on her own,” one woman gushed as she fell to the floor in a dramatic manner. You sighed and looked at the man before you with mild interest.

             “Nonsense, she is the Prince’s bride! I will escort her to Yoongi-hyung,” he said, approaching you.  You gazed at him with a blank expression. Honestly, on the inside, you were numb. Namjoon gave you a small smile, which you couldn’t return. He offered you his arm and you took it gingerly, wrapping yours around his as you were instructed.

             “You look lovely, Jimin will be floored with how amazing you look,” he said as the two of you wove through the grey walls of the castle.

             “Thank you,” you said in a tight tone. Namjoon noticed your unease.

             “Jimin is a good person, you’ll be in safe hands for eternity,” he said, seeing if you’d bite.

             “That’s good to know, thank you,” you said as the pair of you rounded a corner. You stood at the top of a very large and elaborate staircase. The marble was so clean it almost felt wrong to set foot on it. However, Namjoon urged you forwards.

             Each step felt like a step towards death. No more playing down by the creek. No more reading in the middle of the fields while the sun soaked your skin and the wind caught your hair. All of that was ending. All because of your family practically giving you to the royal family, simply because they wanted to survive another day. Your mother had always wanted more than a simple life on the farm, and you would be giving it to her. She would forever be known as the woman who birthed a Queen. What a title.

             “This is where I leave you, Yoongi will take you the rest of the way,” he said, passing you off to a somber looking man who appeared to be thinking of a million other places he could be.

             “Pleasure to meet you your future highness,” he said, offering his arm to you. Slowly, you reached out to him and wrapped his arms around his. Yoongi wasn’t as tall as Namjoon and certainly not as talkative. He practically dragged you through the hallways before stopping in front of a large set of intimidating French doors.

             “Now entering,” a booming voice began as the doors opened. “Miss Y/F/N Y/L/N! Future ruler of Arcane Kingdom!” The room before you was decorated in the flowers that were also in your bouquet. White lilies. You hadn’t chosen them, but apparently all things pertaining to you were handled by the Queen. Candles were burning all over the room, adding an ominous glow to the massive space. You looked ahead and saw Jimin. He was dressed in lavish fabrics that poured over him in a ornate manner. However, he was more beautiful than all the fabrics that he wore. You felt your breath shorten slightly at the sight. You hadn’t expected him to look so… ethereal. Yoongi pulled on your arm as the music began, making sure your walking matched that of the music.

             You risked a glance at Jimin as you approached. He gave you a soft smile that you found easy to return, because it felt genuine. You kept your pace even as you slowly made your way towards the alter. However, your eyes were trained on Jimin. He had such an air of elegance about him that you felt like you paled in comparison. He had the feel of a Prince and a future King. You? You felt out of place, drowning in your gown with the amount of heavy jewels and makeup suffocating you. The dress and corset made your ribs hurt and your head swim. Yoongi pinched your hand to bring you back to reality.

             Finally, Jimin bowed before you, taking your hand and bringing you up to the alter. Jin the castle’s Priest stood before the two of you with a warm smile on his face.

             “Dearly beloved guests. We thank you for your toils and hardships to be here to witness the joining of this man, and this woman, in holy matrimony.”

             Blood pounded in your ears and made it difficult to hear. You knew Jin was speaking, but whatever he was saying was lost on you. Slowly, you glanced at Jimin out of the corner of your eye. He stood there proudly with such regality and poise that you felt your heart race in anxiety. You could feel the weight of his hand in yours like an anchor, weighing you down until you could no longer breathe.

             “We will now exchange vows!” Jin announced, loud enough for you to hear through your loud thoughts. “Prince Jimin, you first.”

             “My dear Y/N,” he started. “We’ve grown in separate worlds, but no longer. I wish for us now to grow together and happily in this place we will call home. Let me protect you, cherish you and be the one you trust with your life. I will do all I can to be a husband that will make you happy,” he said making the room fawn. It became silent and people looked at you with an expectant gaze. You cleared your throat awkwardly and tried to remember what the women had been yelling to you all morning.

             “My prince,” you said, your voice cracking slightly at the end of your statement. He eyed you curiously, squeezing your hand gently. “I promise to serve you, give you all I can and more,” you held your stomach and tried to breathe in as deeply as you could. Jimin gave you a worried glance.

             “Are you alright?” he whispered, pulling you closer. The crowd gasped and awed at the scene, but you nodded and tried to go on.

             “I will stand by your side and give you everything I am… I am your wife from this day forward, and I will be your future,” you said, only able to remember half of what the women had prattled off earlier. The room was silent before a few gentle claps resounded through the large space.

             “Please, take these rings,” he said, letting the jewelers of the local village bring the rings forward. A short man with a balding scalp approached you with Jimin’s wedding band, a white gold ring that had a deep red stone set into the band. It was beautiful, but yours was a different story. The piece was large and the band was decorated with diamonds while in the middle was a large red stone that was the same as Jimin’s.

             “These rings are made out of the finest white gold and set with white and red diamonds, these diamonds are meant to symbolize eternal passion and strength. We hope they are to your liking,” a man said. You watched as Jimin reached out and had a small conversation with the person who had handed him your ring. The man smiled proudly and the two of you were made to face each other.

             Jimin cleared his throat and took your hand in his. “With this ring, I bond myself to you. You will be mine, into eternity,” he said, placing the ring on your finger. The weight was grotesque and you simply stared at it on your finger. You looked at Jimin’s band in your small hand. Your ring looked out of place and like it was going to break your finger. Jimin tugged on your hand and brought you out of your stupor. Slowly you brought the ring up and slid it onto his finger.

             “With this ring, I bond myself to you. You will be mine, into eternity,” you repeated. Jimin looked at it for a moment before lacing his fingers with yours.

             “By the power vested in me by God and the King of Arcane Kingdom, I now pronounce you husband and wife… You may now kiss the bride,” Jin said, smiling at the two of you. Before you could even process what was happening, Jimin leaned down and sealed his lips against yours for a quick moment. You didn’t even get to respond before he was pulling away and leaving you stunned. The two of you stood before the crowd as the cheered and hollered for your union. The room was loud and all you could do was cry.

             You will be mine, into eternity…  

I just saw that prompt game thingy and thought maybe you could write something for me too.

Emojis: 👑🥰💍🥂

Member: Taehyung

Line: 'With a smirk, Taehyung scoffed, "You think you can resist me? How adorable."'

(royal+fluff+wedding+party) part of the prompt game pairing: prince!Taehyung x female reader genre: royal!AU, f2s2l, fluff warnings: yearning, fluff, fluff, fluff, kissing word count: 2.092

a/n: thank you anony for this prompt request! I hope you like it! I tweaked the tense to better match my writing style, I hope that works for you!

The grand halls of the palace are alive with laughter and music, the chatter of guests echoing against the high ceilings adorned with crystal chandeliers. Tonight, the Kingdom of Kimhan celebrates the wedding of its beloved prince, Kim Taehyung, in a grand party that has the entire realm buzzing with excitement.

You find yourself among the crowd as an unexpected guest at this royal affair. Receiving an invitation had been a complete surprise, especially since you aren’t royalty and haven’t spoken to Taehyung in five years. As a commoner, you feel slightly out of place among the nobility, but the allure of the celebration pulls you in regardless. The hall seems foreign but familiar at the same time. 

Dressed in a borrowed forest green gown, you glide through the ballroom, admiring the regal decor. Golden banners hang alongside rich tapestries, and the floor sparkles as if scattered with stardust. The guests are a sea of elegant dresses and tailored suits, moving rhythmically to the orchestra playing a waltz.

As you move through the crowd, your eyes are drawn to the center of the room, where Prince Taehyung stands, a magnetic figure who draws everyone’s gaze. He is as charming as the latest stories suggest, with his dark, tousled hair falling effortlessly around his eyes and a smile that could light up the night. His suit is perfectly tailored, accentuating his broad shoulders and confident and tall stance. The prince's eyes, a deep brown that seem to hold a thousand secrets, scan the room with an easy confidence.

Despite the attention he receives from the well-wishers surrounding him, there’s a part of you that wants to avoid him. Memories of your shared childhood flood back—the days spent exploring the palace gardens, the laughter echoing between the corridors. Those days seemed simpler, back when you were just two kids enjoying each other's company, before the weight of social class became apparent.

You’ve had a crush on Taehyung for as long as you can remember, but the divide between your worlds kept you at a distance. You’ve watched him grow from afar, seen him transform into the man he is now. And though your heart yearns for him, you’ve always convinced yourself that someone like you could never truly fit into his world.

Yet, here you are, and despite your resolve to remain unnoticed, your eyes keep finding their way back to him.

A soft voice catches your attention, pulling you from your thoughts. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” a woman next to you comments, gesturing to the scene. She’s older, with kind eyes and a warm smile.

You nod, forcing a smile. “It’s like a dream,” you reply, trying to keep your awe in check.

She chuckles. “Indeed. Prince Taehyung’s wedding is the event of the century. I’m just glad to witness it.”

“Who is he marrying?” you ask, though the question leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. 

The woman laughs softly. “Oh, the prince isn’t marrying tonight. This is a pre-wedding celebration. The actual ceremony will be held tomorrow. Tonight is for the people to rejoice.”

Your heart sinks a little at the confirmation. Taehyung, your Taehyung, is to marry someone else. You can’t help but feel a pang of jealousy, wondering who the woman is that will stand beside him for life. You’ve spent years trying to suppress your feelings, but the thought of him with another makes your heart ache in an intensity you never knew it could feel. 

“Do you know who the lucky bride is?” you inquire, your voice barely masking the tremor beneath.

The woman gives you a conspiratorial smile. “Rumor has it she’s a lady of noble birth, but beyond that, it’s anyone’s guess. The royal family has been quite secretive.”

You thank her for the information, and she moves on, leaving you alone with your thoughts. Your gaze drifts back to Prince Taehyung, now dancing with a young woman who’s matching his beauty with ease. His movements are graceful, and he leads with an effortless confidence that draws admiration from those around him.

As you watch them, a wistful longing fills your chest. How many times have you imagined being in her place, twirling in his arms under the soft glow of the chandeliers? You’ve always known it was a foolish dream, yet the desire persists even years later.

The night wears on, and you find yourself swept into the festivities. You dance with strangers, share laughter and stories, and for a while, forget your unease. The music is intoxicating, and you let yourself be carried by the rhythm.

Eventually, you step outside for some fresh air. The gardens are illuminated by lanterns, casting a warm glow over the carefully manicured hedges and flowers. You stroll along a path you know from your childhood days spent here, enjoying the tranquility that contrasts with the lively atmosphere inside.

Lost in your thoughts, you almost don’t notice when someone joins you. It’s Prince Taehyung, his presence unmistakable even in the dim light. He walks beside you silently for a moment before speaking.

“It’s a beautiful night,” he comments, his voice smooth and inviting.

You nod, caught off guard by hearing his deep, velvety voice after so long. “It is. The gardens are lovely.”

He chuckles softly, glancing at you with a playful glint in his eyes. “I noticed you inside. You seem to be enjoying yourself.”

You feel a blush creep up your cheeks, unsure of how to respond. “I didn’t expect to be here, honestly. But it’s been a wonderful evening.”

Taehyung stops, turning to face you fully. “I’m glad. It’s important that everyone feels welcome at the palace.”

There’s a sincerity in his words that surprises you. Despite his status, he doesn’t carry the aloofness you expected. Instead, he seems genuinely interested in your presence despite you ghosting him years ago. 

Before you can respond, he speaks again, his tone lighthearted. “Do you know how to waltz?”

The question catches you off guard. “I’ve had some lessons, but I’m not very good,” you admit, feeling self-conscious.

Taehyung offers his hand, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. “Care to join me for a dance? I promise I won’t step on your toes.”

You hesitate, glancing back towards the ballroom where the music drifts softly. You remind yourself that his future wife is probably waiting for him inside and that it’s best not to get too close. After all, he has a new life ahead of him, one that doesn’t include you. But his invitation is hard to resist, and you find yourself placing your hand in his.

As Taehyung leads you to a small clearing, the moon casts a silvery glow over the scene. He guides you with practiced ease, his touch light. His hand on your waist feels reassuring, and you try to focus on the steps rather than the fluttering in your chest.

“You dance well,” he compliments, his gaze holding yours.

You laugh softly, shaking your head. “I’m just trying not to trip.”

Taehyung chuckles, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “You’re doing just fine. Trust me.”

His confidence is infectious, and you relax into the dance, allowing yourself to enjoy the moment. The music, though distant, provides a perfect backdrop to your impromptu waltz.

Dancing in the moonlight with the man you’ve always loved, you try with all your might to hold yourself together. You want to create a beautiful memory that will last for the rest of your life, something that you can look back on fondly when all of this is over. 

You gaze at Taehyung, who is stunningly handsome and just as charming as he was when you were children. His warm brown eyes, one with a monolid, are deep and mesmerising, filled with a kind of tenderness that makes you ache inside. His plush, heart-shaped lips curl into a gentle smile that sends your heart racing, and his perfectly sloped nose complements his elegant features. You resist the urge to feather your fingers across the smooth skin of his cheek, knowing that this moment must be enough.

Taehyung hasn’t changed a bit, but he has grown into the most attractive man on earth. His long hair falls softly around his face, framing those beautiful eyes you once knew so well. He holds you close, his hands steady and reassuring, and you can’t help but notice how much he has matured. The same boyish charm he had as a child is still there, but now it’s paired with a confidence that makes him irresistible. 

As he gazes at you, his expression is warm and sincere, as if he sees right into your soul. You wish you could freeze time, stay in this moment with him forever, but you know that soon he will return to a life that no longer includes you. So, you hold on tightly, committing every detail of his face to memory, hoping it will bring you comfort in the days to come.

When the song comes to an end, Taehyung slows, keeping you close. There’s a warmth in his expression that doesn't seem to falter one bit. 

“Thank you,” you say, breathless from both the dance and his proximity.

“It was my pleasure,” he replies, his voice soft. “I’ve missed seeing you around.”

The confession takes you by surprise, and you can’t help but wonder if there’s more beneath his words. Taehyung’s hand brushes against your cheek, a soft, lingering touch that makes your breath hitch.

“You’ve grown up,” he muses, his gaze never leaving yours. “But you’re still the same girl I remember.”

The tenderness in his voice tugs at something deep within you. It’s as if he sees past the walls you’ve built, straight to the heart you’ve tried to guard.

“I suppose some things never change,” you reply, trying to keep your voice steady.

Taehyung’s eyes hold a depth of emotion that makes your heart ache. “Why do you always avoid me, hm?” he asks with a smirk, his tone both teasing and challenging.

You hesitate, the truth hovering on the tip of your tongue. “I guess I just didn’t want to get in the way. You’re royalty, Tae.”

He steps closer, his hand still resting lightly against your cheek. “And you think that means we can’t be friends?”

“Friends,” you repeat, the word feeling bittersweet. “I’m not one of your delusional fangirls.” You attempt to step back, but he draws you into his chest, and you collide with a soft exhale.

With a smirk, Taehyung scoffs, “You think you can resist me? How adorable.”

You meet his gaze, a smile tugging at your lips despite yourself. “I didn’t say I wanted to resist.”

The air between you shifts, charged with possibilities. It’s a moment suspended in time, where anything seems possible.

Taehyung’s expression softens, and he moves closer, his breath warm against your skin. “I’m glad. Because I’ve always wanted to see you again.”

His words wash over you like a gentle wave, filling the spaces you didn’t know were empty. Despite the improbability of it all, you feel a thrill of excitement.

“I’ve always wanted to see you too,” you admit, feeling a sense of certainty in your response.

The tension between you builds, and Taehyung’s gaze drops to your lips. His hand moves to cradle the back of your neck, his touch as gentle as the warm summer breeze.

You lean in, your heart racing as you close the distance between you. The kiss is soft, a tentative exploration that quickly deepens into something more. Taehyung’s lips are warm and inviting, and you lose yourself in the sensation of being so close to him.

The world around you fades away, leaving just you and Taehyung, two souls drawn together by fate and choice. In the gardens of the palace, beneath the stars, you find a connection that defies expectations.

As you pull apart, your foreheads resting against each other, you can’t help but smile. The promise of new beginnings fills the air, a future you’re eager to explore together.

Taehyung gazes at you with a tenderness that makes your heart soar. “You were my past. You are my present.” he promises, his voice filled with conviction. “Please be my future and marry me tomorrow.” 

“What about the bride?” You ask him dazed. 

“That all,” he gestures to the festivities inside, “is all for you. It was always only you.” 

And in that moment, you believe him. Together with Taehyung, you step into the future, a future you always wished for. 

Hellooooooo, so i decided to read this whole masterlist in a week and it amazed me so so much! The way they connect is just amazing, the storyline doesn't miss the point and yet all the romances evolve great. They're all different between their aspects, but still seem like brothers, so the characters are truly well done. They're all amazing! Thank you for writing :)

Reign [Masterlist]

The rulers of Eros have declared war against the country of Agron. This was bound to happen since both countries’ monarchs have a longstanding rivalry for decades. The seven princes of Agron must help their father—it is their duty.

Status: complete

Seokjin

Being the first born meant that he will be the heir to the throne. He cannot escape tradition—his bride will be chosen for him. Seokjin has never broken any rules. That is until he met you.

Runaway 

Yoongi 

How do you learn to love your husband—a man you barely know?

Connected

Hoseok

Hoseok loves competitions. When he sees you one night practicing with a sword, he thinks that you may be his greatest challenge yet.

The Dance

Namjoon

Namjoon is a strategist, a highly valued member of the family. You and him are like fire and ice.

Antithesis

Jimin

There must be a parallel universe somewhere, you thought, where Romeo and Juliet lived happily together somewhere far away from Verona, away from the chaos that ensued within their families, away from the oppositions and all the things that stopped them from living harmoniously with each other.

Then you think there must be an alternate universe where Jimin and you aren’t star-crossed lovers.

Rendezvous

Taehyung

A talented sleuth and spy, Taehyung helped a lot in catching culprits and traitors. You were assigned as his partner on a very important mission.

Operation Moonstone

Jungkook

The youngest prince is here to fight for you and your love.

Pacific Blue

When I first read the first chapter, I knew that i would love this fic because I’m a sucker for royalty aus and this one just amazed me😍 although I didn’t like when hoseok betrayed oc, I fell in love with oc and kiku (and the other strong characters). When kiku revealed that oc’s been hiding her child shocked me the most, I had to put down my phone for a second. Great job with this fic👏🏼😍

coin flip finale — jhs

Requested by anon.

Plot: What happens when a spy sent as a butler to befriend the queen for infiltration ends up getting into a life-changing accident?

Format: One-shot | Two-shot | Series

Rating: G | PG | Mature | Explicit

Genre: royal!au | angst, smut.

Pairing: Butler!Hoseok x Queen!OC/Reader (Rosyne)

Warnings: mainly angst themes of betrayal and backstabbing, namjoon being a first class asshole, themes of infidelity between side characters (not the main pairing!!), childbirth (descriptions of heavy pain, screaming and blood), bodily harm but like it’s kind of deserving. 

Links: Guidelines | Masterlist | Request List (reqs closed)

Word Count: 7.9k

Chapters: Pt. 1 | Finale

A/N: the scenes in between the flower borders are flashbacks!! and here we gooooo I’m not that proud of this chapter, there’s almost too many characters lol so it’s kinda messy I’m sorryyyy

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The clouds gather close together deepening into an almost blackened grey as the air wafting from the windows were harsh and nippy. Hoseok relishes in the sharp breeze while he scratches the quill against the parchment calmly, making sure every word was clear. Today was the day. He could hear Rosyne’s favourite horse neighing outside in the courtyard. Maybe it was in his head since the yard was so far away.

He hears the door click open and merely glances over his shoulder to find Yoongi eyeing him curiously through the gap. “Come in.” Hoseok acknowledges, eyes scanning across the words to ensure everything was correct before placing it into the envelope.

“How’re you feeling?” Yoongis’ raspy voice echoes through his room giving a calming feeling of sorts mixed with the grey sky outside.

Hoseok smiles sadly. “I don’t think it matters what I’m feeling.”

“It matters to me, brother.” The older male walks over to the window, harsh cold breeze hitting his face but he welcomes it openly. “Minnie is still fighting with Namjoon about the whole ordeal. Her voice is hoarse at this point.”

“I can see why you like her more than Joon.”

He raises a brow looking over at him. “Can say the same about you with Rosyne.”

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