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Captive Love Ch. 10

Uh, hi✌🏼 Notes at the end.

Warnings: Feels, language, mentions of frolicking with women

Disclaimer: This fic does not represent the boys at all. This is all purely fiction.

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The next day was somewhat of a ‘normal’ day for Y/N. She started off having breakfast with Emily. Elizabeth had an early shift serving one of the royals breakfast, which was uncommon. It made Y/N wonder who was up so early for breakfast.

“So,” Emily said with a mouthful of porridge, “you think today will be different?”

“How so?” Y/N asked, before glaring at her friend, “Don’t talk with your mouth full.”

Emily rolled her eyes, taking another spoonful, “I mean, will they approach you?”

“I will answer when you ask me and I don’t have to see food in your mouth,” Y/N said, slapping the girl’s hand.

Emily groaned and swallowed her food, “I’m asking if you think the princes will approach you.”

Y/N shrugged and stirred her porridge as she stared at her bandaged hand, “I don’t know. Maybe. Maybe not. Jimin definitely spoke to at least one of them about what happened last night.”

Emily glanced at the bandaged hand, “I swear if Lilith makes you do anything that will make your hand hurt more, I will personally fight her.”

That comment made Y/N chuckle, “It doesn’t matter. I have a job and I intend to do it to the best of my abilities. Hurt hand or not.”

“You’re an angel, Y/N, you know that?” her friend sighed, “What did our world do to deserve someone like you?”

Y/N shrugged.

“Maybe it was so messed up that the gods decided to send their strongest warrior to set things straight!”

“I highly doubt it,” she snorted, “If I was an angel warrior, I would most likely be a priestess or something. Not a servant.”

“Seems more humbling to be a servant, though. More of a servant of the people, you know.”

Y/N laughed, “That was a very wise thing to say, Em.”

“I have my moments of wisdom. I may be hotheaded, but I can be smart too.”

“You should have been a knight,” Y/N jokes, “You have the mindset for one.”

Emily pondered the thought, “Now that you’ve mentioned it, I have never been one to be invested in the activities of a woman.”

“How so?”

“I mean, when I was a girl in my village, I was always more interested in hunting, sword fighting, riding horses and all that manly stuff. I was lucky enough to have had a mother and father who let me do all of that,” Emily smiled, reminiscing in the memories, “I hated dresses. I always wore pants and would cut my hair short so it wouldn’t get in my way. I felt so free.”

“I bet you miss that life,” Y/N sighed.

“I do,” Emily nodded. She then gasped and grasped Y/N’s good hand with wide eyes, “Oh my gods! You should ask the princes to let me practice sword fighting!”

“Emily, I’m not planning on interacting with the princes more than I have to. Also, I’m not in a place to make demands of them.”

“But they’ll do it for you!”

“That’s just it,” Y/N sighed, “They’ll do it for me. Not for themselves or their people.”

Emily groaned, “Fine, fine. Make them learn their lesson first.”

“Lessons,” Y/N corrected before burying her face in her hands, “Why me? Out of all the people in the world, why did I have to attract the attention of seven princes?!”

Emily shrugged, “Beats me.”

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Once breakfast ended, Lilith gave everyone their assignments. Y/N was only given one assignment and that was to go to clean the royal library. She knew someone must have told Lilith to give her an assignment that wouldn’t stress her hand too much. Not that she wasn’t grateful. She would much rather dust shelves and rearrange books than haul heavy things around the castle and risking her would opening up. So, she and three other girls left to library.

When they opened the ornate oak doors to the library, Y/N’s breath was taken away. It was huge. Two stories with thousands and thousands of books on shelves surrounding multiple couches, desks, and chairs where one could get lost in a story of their choosing. Needless to say, Y/N was in heaven. Even though, her family was poor, her mother had a few books and taught her how to read. Reading with her mother was one of Y/N’s favorite memories… Shaking her head from her thoughts, Y/N remembered that she a had a job to do. Taking a feather duster from the cart one of girls brought with them, she started her job with removing books from shelves that had gathered dust and cleaning.

After a few hours of cleaning and rearranging books, Y/N heard one of girls call down to her from the second floor of the library.

“Y/N! Me and Jessica finished up here. How are you two coming along?” the girl called.

The girl who was cleaning on the floor level with Y/N answered back, “I’m done with my section. Y/N?”

“I’m almost done. I just have a couple more sections.” Y/N replied.

“How’s your hand holding up? Do you need help?”

Y/N shook her head, “I’m alright! This is my only assignment and you girls have other tasks. You all go see Lilith; I won’t be too long.”

“Okay. See you later. Don’t strain yourself!”

When the girls left, Y/N turned her attention back to her work. She only had two more section of re-shelving books and to be honest, her hand was a little sore. She could really only carry one book up the ladder in her bandaged hand at a time. But she was determined to get her job done and she wouldn’t let a hurt hand get in the way of that. She grabbed a book and began her awkward one-handed climb up the ladder to put it in its correct spot. What she didn’t realize was that the ladder slid a bit as she climbed up, making it difficult to reach for her. With an annoyed sigh, she tucked the book under her chin and jerked her body to inch the ladder closer to where she needed it to be.

“Y/N?!” a masculine voice called out.

Y/N’s body jolted in shock, causing the book to slip from under her chin. Without thinking, she tried to catch it with her bandaged hand, crying out when the spine of the book landed spot on to her wound. The pain was too much. Again, without thinking, she instinctively removed her other hand from the ladder to cradle her injured one, causing her to lean backwards a bit.

“Y/N!!” the man cried out, “Keep your hand on the ladder!”

Realizing her mistake, she quickly put a hand back onto the cool metal, pulling her body against it and holding her hand close to her center.

“Are you okay?” the voice called up to her, “You should come down.”

“Yeah, okay,” Y/N sighed, slowly making her way down the ladder. She could feel her pulse in through her hand, wincing whenever it throbbed. She gasped when she felt two big hands find purchase on her waist and lift her off the ladder and place her on her feet on the floor.

“Thank you–” Y/N said, turning toward her savior, only to gasp when she looked upon the face of Prince Namjoon and immediately bowed, “My Prince!”

“Y/N–”

“I-I am so sorry! Please forgive me for my clumsiness!” she said, her head still bowed.

“Y/N!” Namjoon said, grabbing her forearm, careful of her bandage, “Please don’t do that for me.”

Y/N hesitantly stood up straight, eyes immediately going to where his hand was touching her skin. Namjoon’s gaze followed hers and he let go as if he were burned.

“Apologies,” he said, clearing his throat, “Are you alright?”

Y/N cradled her hand in her own, rubbing the back of it to sooth the ache. When she looked up, she saw concern in the fourth prince’s face.

“I-I’m alright now,” she said, “It’s just achy now.”

“What are you doing here?” the prince asked.

“Um, my job? Re-shelving the books and dusting shelves was my assignment.”

“Seriously? I would have had Lilith give you the day off.”

“Well, someone told Lilith to give me an easy assignment and apparently this was the easiest one. Besides climbing the ladder,” she said, giving him a pointed look. When she saw the shock on his face, she quickly corrected her face, “I apologize, I didn’t mean to be accusatory towards you, Your Highness.”

Namjoon was quick to respond, “No, don’t apologize. No need to be so formal, I think all of us are past that stage. You are right to show frustration towards us. And please, call me Namjoon.”

Y/N nodded in silence.

“Also, we weren’t the ones who spoke to Lilith this morning. We all got up a couple of hours ago.”

Y/N looked at him in confusion, “A couple of hours ago?”

Namjoon nodded sheepishly, “We had a, uh, rough night.”

“Did he tell you?”

“He did. He was frustrated with himself, so I checked up on him. When I left after speaking with him, the other five were outside the door. They heard everything.”

Y/N groaned, “Great.”

“We’re all very sorry for what we did, Y/N–”

“Do you speak for all of them?”

“No,” Namjoon hung his head, “I do not. I apologize. I am just so used to speaking on behalf of all of us in formal settings, it is a habit. But I will say, as their brother, that they are sorry and hopefully be able to apologize to you in person. I am also sorry. Both as a prince and man, I apologize for letting my arrogance blind me into not doing the right thing and setting myself and my brothers straight.”

“Thank you for your apology.” Y/N said. With the pain in her hand almost gone, she picked up another book and made her way back to the ladder, “Now if you will excuse me, I have to finish my task.”

Before she could tuck the book under her chin, it was snatched out of her hands. “Hey!” she said as Namjoon nudged her to the side and began to climb the ladder.

“You do the shelves closer to the floor,” he said as he climbed, “I’ll do the top ones.”

“This is my job,” Y/N argues, “I have to complete it.”

“How do you think Jimin will feel if he finds out your wound had opened up again?”

Y/N winces at the mention of Jimin. Flashes of him crying and begging her for forgiveness from the night before appearing in her mind. Guilt filled her core. “He’d feel horrible,” she said.

“Exactly,” Namjoon sighs, “Please don’t make him feel worse than he does now. I mean, yes, we all deserve this guilt. But Jimin is the most fragile out of all of us.”

“How so?” Y/N asked as she picked up books, her interest on the third youngest prince piqued.

“He was different from the rest of us growing up. He was always open about his feelings. All three of the youngest are, actually, but Jimin the most. You see, me, Jin, Yoongi and Hobi–”

“Hobi?”

“That’s Hoseok’s nickname.”

Y/N nodded. In her head, she thought that was a cute nickname. To her, it painted Prince Hoseok in a different light. A bubblier prince than the one she experienced in the dining hall…

“Anyways, what I should actually say is Jin, Yoongi and I were ‘raised’ mostly by our father. He was a strict man who would pound into our heads everyday that we were men and men don’t feel. We rely on our brain and strength. We were the princes most likely to rule.”

“Isn’t Prince Hoseok older than you, though?”

“Well, yes, but he never had much of an affinity for the big chair. So, I replaced him as the third prince, but I’m still the fourth prince. Because of that, Hobi, Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook were raised more by our mother and the maids. Mother showed them that expressing their feelings was good. They were more emotionally available for the three of us who were being raised by our father. Whenever we would get frustrated when we were younger, Jimin was always there help us talk about it. Whenever any of us got in trouble, Jimin would take punishments with us so we wouldn’t be alone. He hated to see us sad and he would feel bad about himself if he couldn’t help us. It’s his toxic trait. Sometimes he wouldn’t eat for days if he felt that he couldn’t help us. He’s strong, but very fragile.”

“I see that now,” Y/N said, “Last night, he was so emotional. More than any man I have ever known. But I don’t understand. How did he and the others become so cold hearted?”

“Easy,” Namjoon said with a sigh, “Puberty. It all started with Yoongi. He had a time where he was so fed up with everything, and all he did was drink. Then one night at a ball, a princess threw herself at him. He welcomed it and afterwards, he changed. Soon all he did was drink and mess around with women. And as younger siblings do, they thought he was so cool, they hardened themselves up and followed suit.”

“And you and Prince Jin?” Y/N asked.

“Jin and I rarely indulged. He was the first prince and I was then named ‘second prince’ because Yoongi gave up on the throne. Now don’t get me wrong, Jin and I have had our fair share of indecent escapades, but we did not go as far to sleep with as many women as the others.”

“And I guess the sadistic shit you all are into just developed along the way, correct,” Y/N huffed and she slammed a book into the shelf.

Namjoon sighed, “Yes. We made ourselves numb to the feelings and needs of others to only focus on our own pleasures. Until you came along. You woke us up.”

Y/N scoffed. “Damn. Emily, you may be right,” she muttered.

“What was that?” Namjoon asked as he climbed down to pick up more books.

“Oh, nothing.” Y/N said quickly, busying herself with her books.

“Emily,” Namjoon said to himself in thought, “Oh, the girl you spend a lot of time with. The one with the red hair, right?”

Y/N gulped, “Um, yes.”

“She’s got a mouth, that one. Feisty.” Namjoon chuckled, “It’ going to get her in trouble.”

“I keep telling her that. But that’s just how she is. She’s never been the ‘lady-like’ type.” Y/N caught herself before revealing too much information about her friend. She was still concerned that at least one of the princes would use anything about her friends against her.

“What do you mean?” the prince asked as he climbed down the ladder. He took notice of Emily when she arrived. She was different from the other girls. Strong, quick witted…almost masculine…When he looked at Y/N after not getting an answer he noticed that she was pressing her lips together almost like she was refusing to answer.

“You don’t have to say anything. I was just curious,” he said, “She’s an interesting person. I can tell she has ambitions.”

“Ambitions?”

“She gives off an aura that says she knows she’s meant for bigger things. Confidence.”

“Well,” Y/N said, picking at the spine of the book she was holding out of nervousness, “back at her village, her parents let her partake in activities that were uncommon for women to participate in…”

Namjoon looked at her in confusion, “Activities? As in…”

“They let her practice with a sword, ride horses, hunt and even let her wear pants,” Y/N said, chuckling at the pants part, “She would also cut her hair so it wouldn’t get in her way.”

“She’s a protector,” Namjoon said.

Y/N shrugged in agreement, “I guess? She’s very protective of those she treasures. I mean-” she gestured to herself.

Namjoon nodded as he climbed back up the ladder, “Interesting…”

“What is?”

“Don’t worry about it. Just thinking. Focus on shelving the books. I’m on my last batch so I’ll start on the next shelf.”

Y/N nodded and got back to work. For the next half hour, the two worked in silence. Neither knowing what to say, but also enjoying the brief harmony of being able to be in the same room without Namjoon being worried of scaring Y/N off, and Y/N being scared of being in the same room as Namjoon. While she worked, Y/N thought about what Namjoon told her about his brothers and she thought about him. To be fair, Namjoon never physically did anything to her, which she was grateful for and made his path to forgiveness a little easier than a few of the other brothers, but he still said things that made her uncomfortable. Even so, he opened up about himself and his brothers, which made her understand them and their lives a little more. She used to think that royals had the easy life. Servants at their beck and call and everything taken care of. But she never thought about what life is like for royals as children and even though Namjoon glossed over a little bit of their time growing up as princes, she realized that it was not a walk in the park. It was so bad that Yoongi pretty much became a drunk for a time. She knows that she would need to approach each prince at some point and hear their story to better understand them, but it scared her. Y/N is now more comfortable being in Namjoon’s presence after his story. He seemed very sorry and was willing to open up about himself, which told her that Jimin is partly to thank on that. Maybe she should try approaching Jimin? Just to check up on him and–

“Pride and Prejudice. Have you read it?” Namjoon’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

Y/N gasped and turned to see the prince leaning over her shoulder. Out of habit of fear, she took a step back into the bookshelf.

“Sorry!” Namjoon said, quickly taking a step back himself to give her space.

“N-No,” Y/N said, quickly turning to put the book in its spot, “Sorry, force of habit.”

“It’s fine,” he said with a small smile.

“I-I’m sorry, what was your question?”

“That book, Pride and Prejudice, it was the last book in your pile and you’ve been staring at it for a bit so I was wondering if you read it. I-I mean, not to be rude or anything but, can you read?”

Y/N chuckled, “Yes, I can read. My mother taught me. And no, I have not read it.”

“Do you want it?”

Y/N looked at the book in its place and back at Namjoon with her mouth agape, “I-I couldn’t. I shouldn’t servants aren’t allowed to take anything that belongs to royals.”

“But–”

“I’m very sorry, but I just can’t. I-I have to go back to my quarters. It’s almost dinner time for us and we need to prepare your dinner,” Y/N said hurriedly as she picked up her things. When she gathered everything, she turned back to Namjoon and bowed her head, “T-Thank you for your help today. I’m sorry I took up your precious time!”

Before Namjoon could respond, she rushed out of the library. Namjoon just stared after her. After a few minutes, he looked back at the copy of Pride and Prejudice and back at the door where Y/N left.

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When Y/N got to the servants quarters, she dropped her stuff off in the supply closet and rushed to dining room. She scanned the room and found Emily and Elizabeth sitting at a table. She smiled when she saw the empty chair in between them with a plate of food and walked over.

“Y/N!” Emily beamed as she sat down, “What took you so long?! Was it one of the princes?”

“Um…” Y/N started, picking at her food.

“Oh gods…” Emily groaned, “Who was it?”

“Prince Namjoon?” Y/N said sheepishly.

“Y/N!” Elizabeth chimed in, “what happened?! Did you get hurt?”

“Uh, kinda?”

“Kinda?” Emily hissed, scanning her body for bruises or bleeding wounds.

Y/N shook her head, “Not from him. A book. Everyone finished early so I told them to go on ahead because they had more jobs and that was my only one. I guess I underestimated myself with my hand. I was on the ladder then the prince startled me. I almost fell because the book hit my hand and I let go, but he reminded me to hold onto the ladder.”

“I’m glad you didn’t fall,” Elizabeth said, “Very…kind…of him to help.”

“I bet he scolded you for taking too long.” Emily grumbled.

“Actually…the opposite,” Y/N said, “He helped me. He took care of the book that were on the top shelves and grounded me to the shelves closer to the floor.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Emily said, choking on her food, “I bet *cough* it was super awkward.”

“It was at first, but he apologized for his actions.”

“And?” Elizabeth urged.

“He apologized on behalf of his brothers, but I kind of rejected that one. He told me at least not to be too hard on Prince Jimin.”

“Prince Jimin?” Emily asked, “Why him?”

“he said Prince Jimin is the most fragile out of all of them. He was very emotionally available for his brothers as a child growing up. He was the brother that took punishments with his brothers, even when he didn’t do anything, so they wouldn’t be alone.”

“You’re seriously going to believe that?” Emily scoffed, “They could be lying.”

“I don’t think he was, Em, that’s the thing.” Y/N said.

“What do you mean?” Elizabeth asked.

“Last night, Prince Jimin was sobbing in the kitchen. He was on his knees. Begging me to tell him what to do. I have never seen such emotions coming from a man. I could see it all in his eyes. And Prince Namjoon told me about their lives growing up. How he, Prince Yoongi and Prince Jin had a harsh childhood because their father mostly raised them while the younger princes were raised by their mother and their nannies. How their bad habits started and how I was the one who woke them up.”

“See?” Emily clapped, “What did I say? Angel warrior. Still don’t believe them though.”

“You were brought up too.” Y/N said, turning to her. Elizabeth eyed Emily warily, worried she might blow up.

“What? Me?”

“I accidentally muttered a curse to you about your suspicion of me, as a joke of course, and Prince Namjoon heard. He wanted me to tell him more about you, but I wouldn’t. Until he told me that I didn’t have to, just that he thought you were interesting and he could tell you had ambitions.”

“Really?” she asked.

Y/N nodded, “Sooo I told him about your childhood. He seemed really intrigued– not in the creepy way but like in a calculating way. All he said was ‘interesting.’ I tried to ask what he meant but he said not to worry about it and he was thinking.”

“Well,” Emily huffed, “I’ll have to up my guard. No telling what he is thinking.”

Y/N nodded in agreement and took a bite of her food.

“What happened after?” Elizabeth said.

“We just worked in silence.”

“Awkward.” Emily said.

“It actually wasn’t. It was fine. I’m not entirely comfortable with him, but I felt more at ease after he told me what he did. I was so at ease that I zoned out and was staring at a book so long that I didn’t realize we were done until he asked if I read it.”

“He just assumed that we poor people can read?” Emily groaned.

“Well, he assumed right because this poor person can.” Y/N laughed.

“I can read.” Elizabeth said, laughing at how Emily threw her hands in air in disbelief. Elizabeth turned back to Y/N “What did you say to him?”

“Well, he back tracked and asked if I could read in a very polite way. I said yes and he asked if I wanted the book. To which I said no because we can’t take anything that belongs to the royals. Then I thanked him, apologized for taking up his time, and hurried here.”

“Well,” Elizabeth sighed, “that must have been a lot, but I am glad you aren’t hurt.”

“Me too.”

“Alright ladies!” Lilith’s voice rang through the room, “The royals dinner is in one hour. Finish your meals and meet at the entrance of the kitchen in 40 minutes.”

The three girls looked at each other and laughed as they each shoveled their food into their mouths.

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After their meal and freshening themselves up, the three went to the kitchens and got their assignments. Y/N once again was serving the family and made a promise to herself to keep her composure as she served the royals.

Just like the night before, the royals were quite, save for the queen and it made Y/N uneasy. Did Namjoon tell the other princes about their conversation? Are they mad? She was nudged out of her thoughts my Alice, who handed her a plate of roasted quail and vegetables.

“This one is Prince Namjoon’s.” she said.

Y/N nodded and took the plate to Namjoon who was seated between Yoongi and Jimin. As she approached the table, the two princes deliberately looked away from her. Namjoon leaned back a bit as she leaned over to place his plate down in front of him. Taking the opportunity, Namjoon tilted his head to her ear.

“I didn’t tell them about what happened today. Don’t worry. Approach them on your own time and terms. I apologize if I made you uncomfortable today,” he whispered.

Y/N let out a small breath of relief and gave a slight nod with a very small ‘thank you’ that barely reached the prince’s ears. Namjoon heard it and let out his own sigh of relief, glad to have hopefully relieved her of a couple of her nerves. As Y/N approached her spot back with the servants, Alice grabbed her arm with urgency.

“Y/N!” she whispered, “Madeleine forgot to get tonight’s wine. Would you please go ask Edward for a Brachetto D'acqui?”

Y/N nodded and made her way to the cellar, feeling a few eyes from the table following her. Thanks to Prince Yoongi, she remembered where to go.

“Edward?” Y/N called as she entered the cellar.

“Yes?” the old man called, looking around the corner from a row of wine, “Ah, Y/N! Good to see ya again lass! What can I help ya with?”

“Um, I need to grab a Brach–”

“Brachetto D'acqui!” he finished for her, “Comin’ right up! Was wonderin’ why no one came to get one earlier.”

Y/N gave a nervous laugh, “We were so busy we forgot.”

“Well, happens to the best of us!” he said with a deep laugh from wherever he went, “I was surprised to see Prince Yoongi come down here with ya last night. Never seen ‘im escort anyone down here, let alone a fine maiden such as yerself.”

“I’m just a maid, sir,” Y/N said.

“A maiden, lass,” he corrected, as he walked to her, “You may be a maid, but yer more than that lass. Yer a kind, beautiful maiden. Definitely one if ya got a prince escortin ya round.”

“He was just showing me where the cellar was because I was new,” she said.

“Trust me lass. I’ve had plenty new ones get lost findin this place and get heckled for it. And the prince didn’t bother helpin’ them. Yer different. Embrace it lass,” he said with a smile as he handed her the bottle, “Now off ya go, lass. Don’t keep ‘em waitin.”

“Thank you, Edward.”

As Y/N made it back to the dining hall, the queen turned upon her arrival and clapped her hands, “Ah there’s the wine! Thank you, dear. Would you please open it and pour us some glasses?”

Y/N nodded with a bow, “Of course, your majesty.”

She handed the bottle to Alice for her to open and made her way to the table to pour the family their glasses. She poured the king’s first, who waved a hand to signal her to stop, then she approached the queen. As she was about to pour the wine, the queen gasped.

“My dear!” the queen exclaimed, “What happened to your hand?”

Y/N flinched and froze up, words unable to form in her mouth. Without thinking, her eyes flicked quickly to Jimin, who cast his eyes down. The boys noticed and tensed up. The queen noticed the quick glance and looked over at her third youngest son with his eyes downcast, then back at Y/N. The king grew impatient with Y/N’s silence and slammed his hand on the table, causing her to almost lose her grip on the bottle.

“Are you mute, servant?!” he roared.

“N-No your majesty.” Y/N whimpered, eyes on the floor.

The princes were trying very hard to mask their concern for Y/N, but the watchful eyes of their mother noticed.

“Then answer her.” The king spat.

“I–” Y/N gulped, “I was careless. I injured my hand last night while washing the kitchen utensils.”

The boy’s as much as Y/N couldn’t believe what they heard. She just lied to their mother and father, the King and Queen. For Jimin.

“It will not affect my work, your majesties. Please do not let my minor injury cause any distress,” Y/N said, straightening herself, “Please enjoy your meal while I pour your glasses.”

The queen nodded, “I’m sorry that happened, dear. Please continue.”

Y/N bowed and continued pouring glasses for everyone. When she approached Jungkook to pour his glass, Jimin stood up, catching everyone’s attention.

“I’m sorry, but I am not very hungry tonight. I’m going to retire to my room.”

“But Jimin!” the queen said, “You’ve barely eaten anything today.”

“I’m just not feeling well, mother.”

“Should I call the physician?”

“No need. I think this will pass. Good night, everyone.”

Everyone bid Jimin a good night, save the king, who was reading letter sent from neighboring kingdoms and did not notice his son left the table.

The rest of the evening was quiet. Some small talk was made between the queen and her sons. The king would speak to Namjoon and Jin about several political issues that needed solving, but it was an uneventful evening. Soon, everyone left the table to retire for the night and the maids cleaned up the table, making sure to save the left overs in the kitchen for anyone’s second dinner. When she finished her tasks, Y/N trudged back to her room and got ready for bed. As she went to blow out her nightstand candle, she noticed something underneath her covers. Curious, she pulled the covers back and gasped. There, in her bed, was the copy of Pride and Prejudice from the library. She picked up the book and noticed a slip of paper peeking out of the top. She removed the paper and unfolded it; her breath caught in her throat as she read it.

This book is one of my favorites. Please accept it as a gift. Enjoy.

-Namjoon.

Y/N couldn’t stop the smile that appeared on her face. A new book. She quickly sat in her bed and opened it to the first page.

Chapter One

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.

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GUESS WHO’S BACK AND READY TO POST STUFF WITH NO SCHEDULE AT ALL?!!?!?!? IT’S ME BITCHES!!

I am so sorry for the wait, I know I said I probably wasn’t going to update this fic anymore. and honestly it was because I had absolutely no fucking idea where i was going with this. BUT I am taking a creative writing class this semester and I am buzzing with ideaaaass.

Sad thing is im lost on my thought process for KOL so i think imma just jump between fics at this point. but my posting will be very irregular bc im not like those tumblr gods like inkykeiji, pbelfz or darkmulti where i can pull out bomb ass writing from my anus.

ALSO, I’m thinking of also posting stuff I write for my class on here bc im so proud of them. if yall wanna see my screenplay, imma post it sometime soon after I do a rewrite.

Anyways, I’m glad to be back and I hope yall enjoy this chapter! I stayed up LITERALLY ALL FUCKING NIGHT writing this and trying to make it a long one with some development to make up for the wait🫰🏼💜

apologies for any mistakes, this was not beta read and i went through it 10 times but my sleepless brain probably missed a few things.

#poppywrites41 #bts fanfic #bts ff #bts smut #bts fluff #jungkook x reader #taehyung x reader #hoseok x reader #jimin x reader #namjoon x reader #yoongi x reader #ot7 x reader

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poppywrites41 · 3 years ago

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Kingdom of Lilies Ch. 10 (King! Eren x Fem Reader)

Hellooooo! I'm back! Sort of lmao. Sorry this is a short chapter but I really needed to do at least a little bit of writing and I felt bad for saying I would get a chapter out when I didn't. I'm currently working full time for my parents and my mom won't let me have my space at home bc I'm the oldest and she misses me when I'm at school. sooo ill probably be writing and posting at times like this again💀😂

Anywhos, even though it is short, I hope you all enjoy this chapter!

MDNI 18+ ONLY

The artwork is mine

Masterlist

Chapter Warnings: Language?, preggy time, a LOT fluff, Eren ranting about a book

Disclaimer: I do not own any character from the AOT universe

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Eren didn’t expect his wife to be so fast. By the time he made it to the kitchens, Y/N was sitting at a small table, humming in glee as she at some warm oatmeal.

“What happened to the cheesecake?” Eren huffed as he sat across from her.

“Well, I was about to ask for some when I saw the kitchen staff eating oatmeal and it just smelled so good,” she sighed, taking a bite, and smiled, “Eat with me.”

Eren chuckled at his wife’s silliness and went to grab a bowl of oatmeal from the staff. Two ate in silence, Eren happy that Y/N was eating something more fulfilling than dessert.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, breaking the silence.

“I’m fine,” she hummed.

“You didn’t seem fine yesterday, with everything that happened.”

“Well, I’m fine now. What are your plans for the day?”

“I sent a message last night before I arrived back to Eldia requesting that Pixis bring some of his troops and come to Marley so that we can leave tomorrow. It’s the week of my anniversary as king so you and Armin still have some planning to do and I would like for us to be home for that. We heard back from him so I am going to see about his response, then I’ll probably take the Scouts and secure the perimeter around Marley.”

“That’s probably a good idea,” Y/N hummed, “I’m going to take it easy today and relax.”

“I’ll have Mikasa be with you. Just in case.”

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“Hey Y/N?” Mikasa said, pausing her painting. Y/N insisted that Mikasa also relaxed with her, hence she had them painting together.

“Yes?” Y/N replied, still focused on her art.

“Eren told me that you refused the breakfast he gave you this morning.”

“Oh yeah,” she chuckled, “It tasted weird.”

“And that you wanted cheesecake.”

“Now that I think about it, that sounds ridiculous!” Y/N said with a laugh.

“Y/N…” Mikasa hesitated, “Have you seen a doctor recently?”

“No. Why?”

“Do you think you could be…pregnant?”

Once the words left Mikasa’s mouth, the brush fell out of Y/N’s hand, paint spattering all over her canvas. Y/N stared wide-eyed as the paint from the brush seeped into the colors of the flowers she made. Pregnant? Could she really be pregnant?

“Y/N?”

Y/N looked up at Mikasa, eyes still wide, “I need to see a doctor.”

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Y/N waited impatiently, hands fidgeting while the royal physician checked her body and asked her questions about how she was feeling. When she was done, she looked up at Y/N with a smile, “Congratulations, you’re highness! You are indeed pregnant!”

Y/N gasped. She didn’t know what to think. She was pregnant with Eren’s child. Eren, who she loved and he who loved her. She looked over at Mikasa who gave her a big smile, “Congratulations!”

“Shall we tell the husband?” the doctor suggested.

“No,” Y/N said with a shake of her head, “I think I should surprise him with the news at the ball.”

“That would definitely make his day,” Mikasa agreed, “And it would take his mind off Zeke for a while.”

“Please don’t tell anyone else,” Y/N told the physician.

“My lips are sealed,” the physician smiled.

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By the time Eren got back, Y/N was reading a book in bed.

“How was your day? Relaxing?” he asked, shedding his clothes, and changing into more a more comfortable attire.

“It was indeed relaxing. Mikasa and I went for a walk in the gardens, read some books and even did some painting!” she smiled.

“Mikasa painted with you?”

“Yep! I accidentally spilled some paint on mine so that was ruined,” she huffed.

Eren chuckled as he got into the bed next to her, planting a kiss on her head, “What are you reading?”

“It’s a book about humanity struggling to survive against giant monsters called titans who try to eat them.”

“That’s morbid.”

“It’s so good though! The people think that they are the last of humanity, but they really aren’t. There were two kingdoms at war in the past, you see. One conquered the other with the power of a titan. The titan was a slave who made a deal with the devil to inherit those powers. She brought the kingdom who enslaved her so much wealth and power. She and the king bore three daughters who ate her when she died, inheriting her powers. Then their children ate them and so on. There were nine titans all with their own special capabilities. But soon the people of the kingdom were driven out by those who they took land from and exiled themselves on an island. 2,000 years go by and no one remembers anything. That’s because the original titan, the Founding titan wiped the island peoples’ memories. Then- am I talking too much?”

Eren smiled at her fondly, kissing her arm, “No, not at all. You look so happy. Keep going. Tell me all about it.”

Y/N blushed at his words “Okay. So, the book is mainly about a boy and his three friends…”

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“And that’s how the book ends!”

“Wait so the drunkard that was in love with his mom the whole time sacrificed himself to save both of them? Then he can control titans all of a sudden?! And the small titan leaves with the Armored and Colossal Titan, leaving the girl she loves behind? What about the basement?! All they talked about was the fucking basement!” Eren ranted.

“That’s in the next book, silly!” Y/N laughing at her husband’s frustration, “There’s four books. This was the second one.”

“Ugh” he huffed, “Why not just make one book?”

“You seem so invested now. You can read them if you want to find out what happens.”

“No. It’s not the same as listening to you.”

“Then you’ll have to wait until I finish them.”

“How about you read them aloud and I’ll listen?”

“Will you be able to stay awake?”

“To your voice? Yes.”

“Alright. I’ll grab the other books before we leave to go back home,” Y/N said as she placed the book on her nightstand.

“Oh yeah. We are leaving tomorrow. Pixis said he will come watch over Marley. He should arrive in the late morning.”

“That’s good,” Y/N yawned.

“Tired?”

“Mhm” she replied as she snuggled under the covers.

Eren smiled, placing another kiss on her forehead before he got under the sheets. He pulled her body close to him.

“Goodnight, my love.”

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Hope you all enjoyed. Again, i apologize that this one was short again😫😫

#attack on titan eren #eren jaeger smut #eren yeager x reader #eren smut #eren x fem!reader #eren x you #eren yeager #eren x reader

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