#Baby Princess Through the Status Window

[lindoesntwin]

THE STATUS WINDOW TO THE SOUL

An executed princess travels back in time to when she was only a child and accompanied with a mind reading ability; she is able to single out those who hated her and foil any evil plans made.

Other titles: Baby Princess Looking at the Status Window; Baby Princess Through the Status Window; The Baby Princess Can See Status Windows

[waaanderingluna]

🥀 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖘 𝖂𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖜 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖔𝖚𝖑

[connorsui]

Sylus x wife! Reader || Imagine

"A sticker crown!"

The house was quiet, a warmth settling into every corner as you opened the front door and slipped off your shoes. The soft glow of evening light filtered through the windows, giving the entire place a serene feel. There was no immediate sound of movement downstairs, but something more faint came from upstairs—a soft giggle, the high-pitched sound unmistakable.

"Sylus? ...Are you up there?" you called out, the smile already pulling at your lips.

No answer—just more giggling.

Curious, you made your way up the stairs, your steps slow and deliberate as you approached the source of the sound. The door to your daughter’s room was slightly ajar, and as you pushed it open, the scene that greeted you filled you with pure amusement. Toys were scattered all around the room, dolls and baby pink teddy bears seated around a small tea table with plastic cups clinking on the surface. But the real sight was in the center of the chaos.

There was Sylus, your formidable, commanding husband, lying flat on the floor with his hands clasped on his chest, eyes closed, and a faint smile playing on his lips.

"No, no, Daddy! Stay put! You not pretty yet!" your daughter scolded in the sweetest little voice, her small hands busy rummaging through a pile of stickers.

"I'm as still as I can be, sweetie," Sylus murmured, barely moving a muscle. "I'm not going anywhere."

You covered your mouth to stifle the laugh that threatened to bubble up as you stepped further into the room, but the moment was short-lived as your daughter spotted you. Her eyes lit up in pure delight, and she gasped as if you’d appeared from nowhere.

"Mummy!, Mummy! Look! Look how pretty Daddy is now!" She scrambled up from her spot, her tiny hand reaching for yours as she dragged you closer to the spectacle. "Daddy won’t scare anymore! People will like Daddy now!"

You bit your lip to contain your laughter when you got a proper look at Sylus. His face, once an intimidating picture of authority and dominance, was now decorated with Hello Kitty stickers and glittering stars. The contrast was almost too much to handle.

“Well, don’t you look handsome as ever?” you teased, standing over him with an affectionate grin.

Sylus cracked an eye open and smirked. "And how can I resist? My own princess demands I become a statue for her enjoyment."

“You are fulfilling your role quite beautifully," you said, trying to peel one of the stickers off his cheek, only for your daughter to intervene, placing her tiny hand on yours with the fiercest pout she could manage.

“No, Mummy! Daddy needs to be pretty!”

You and Sylus exchanged a glance, amused as ever, while your daughter grabbed a fresh set of stickers, picking the sparkliest one of the bunch. With a proud smile, she pressed a glittery star right onto Sylus’ nose.

"Yaaay!"

Before you could respond, Sylus' smirk widened. "Princess, why don’t you add some of your beauty onto Mommy? Make her feel just as pretty as me."

Your daughter, to both your surprise, frowned and shook her head, her little hands resting on her hips. "No! Mommy is already pretty. Mommy doesn’t need stickers, she’s not mean! Mommy is nice so Mommy doesn’t need to be pretty!"

With that final declaration, she slapped another heart-shaped sticker onto Sylus' forehead, sealing his fate.

That was the last straw—you couldn't hold back anymore, laughter bursting from your lips. "Oh my God," you gasped, wiping at the corner of your eye.

Sylus, however, rolled his eyes dramatically. "Help me here…for once, I'll be the one begging."

“Oh, isn’t that a rarity coming from you?” You knelt beside him, gently peeling off the stickers from his face, one by one.

Meanwhile, your daughter looked on, fidgeting with her toys before tugging on your arm. "Mummy… is it bedtime now?"

You glanced outside, the fading light of the day casting soft shadows across the room. "Yes, sweetie. It’s bedtime. As much as you love playtime, it’s time to rest for now."

"The moon is out?" she asked, tilting her head.

You nodded, peeling the last of the glitter from Sylus' face and then guiding your daughter to her bed. Tucking her in with care, you kissed her forehead. "Yes, the moon is out. But when the sun comes back, you can play more."

She smiled sleepily, already closing her eyes. "Okay… Night, Mummy."

You and Sylus quietly left the room, gently closing the door behind you. As you walked back down the stairs together, you couldn’t help but giggle. “How long has she been doing that to you?” you asked, barely containing your amusement.

Sylus sighed dramatically. “Ever since you left. She said I look too angry and I have to be ‘kind’ more often. She believed her toys and her drawings would do me great favors.”

You chuckled, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “Well… she’s not wrong. You did look far better than all the years we’ve been together in that moment.”

“Oh really? Is that what I needed to love you?” Sylus arched a brow, his teasing tone back in full force.

“Mmhmm,” you hummed, stifling another laugh.

Sylus shook his head, a laugh of his own escaping. “Please... save me next time.”

You grinned, leaning into him. "Sylus, don't be mean."

[stark-ironman]

Something something something sugar daddy Hugh jackman because 😍😍

https://x.com/agathaharknssgf/status/1825671922245579244?s=46

Sugar Baby

A/N: Ughhhhhh the way I felt my insides get all tingly 😭if this is anywhere near good, let me know if I should do a part 2.

Warnings: Sugar Daddy/Sugar Baby, small daddy kink, legal age gap, punching, mentions of blood, jealous Hugh, mirror sex.

Your doorbell rings as you're putting on your final shoe, hearing Hugh call out for you as he opens the door. You smile at him as he kisses your cheek and checks you out, grabbing your hand and spinning you.

"You look fantastic, princess." Hugh tells you while digging in his pocket and pulls something out. "Turn around." It's a soft command but you know better than to try and ignore it. He places the most beautiful necklace around your neck, watching as you admire it in the mirror.

"There's no way I can wear this. It's worth more than my apartment, hell more than my car. I'll feel really bad if something happens to it." Your anxiety starts getting the best of you and he kisses you softly, making you stop talking.

"I want you to keep it. We had a deal, remember?" His smooth, Australian accent whispers in your ear, making your knees weak. "I always said I hated expensive gifts." You try to reason but he tsks, looking in the mirror at you.

"You're mine, princess. You go with me places as my eye candy and we fuck when we get back, in return, I shower you with gifts and whatever else your heart desires." He states, running a hand up your thigh. Your heart skips a beat as you look at the mirror, watching Hugh admire your body while running his fingers anywhere he can, electricity following his touch.

"I'm real tempted to bend you over in front of his mirror and let you see how your body reacts to my touch," His fingers graze over your heat causing your breath to hitch before he pulls away, "Too bad we have to leave so we're not late." You take a deep breath, accepting his hand and he leads you out of your apartment.

Once in the car, he places a hand on your thigh and rubs his thumb over it softly. "When we get here, don't leave my sight." Hugh states softly, glancing over at you before turning back to the road. You nod and look out the window, watching buildings and cars pass by quickly before finally pulling up to the party.

"We're just here to make an appearance and see a couple friends, after that I'll take you home." He says getting out of the car before helping you out, handing his keys to the valet and leading you inside. You grip his hand tightly as he leads you through the crowd, feeling your anxiety creep up at the fact you don't belong around these rich, snobby people but you also won't turn Hugh down over something like this party.

-

About two hours after showing up, you tell Hugh you need to go to the bathroom and he tells you where to go, kissing you softly as you walk away. You follow his directions and use the bathroom, making sure to wash your hands and clean up before heading back out.

"You're Hugh's girl, right?" A random man asks as he walks up to you. You nod and he continues, "What are you doing with a man like him? He's too old for someone as young as you." You think back to what Hugh told you in the very beginning of your relationship about staying quiet when you're out with him and just let him take care of it but it's becoming very hard to do.

The guy steps towards you, touching your face but you flinch and step back from him, swatting his hand away. "I would appreciate you not touching me. Especially when you know Hugh doesn't like when people touch me." You try to say without stuttering. "Hugh doesn't know how to please a woman like you and you have no business being with him, especially when you're basically a nobody." He says stepping towards you again but he's thrown back as soon as he does and Hugh has him by the collar, staring down at his face.

"Is there a fucking problem here?" Hugh snarls, his Australian accent deepening and it sends a shock through you. "Ask your whore instead o-" Hugh punches him before he can finish his sentence, blood falling quickly down his face. "Call her that again and next time you won't be so lucky." His hand grabs yours and he leads you out, walking to the car.

He starts driving, white knuckling the steering wheel as he speeds through the city, all the way to his apartment in silence. You both head inside, taking off your shoes in the doorway before walking to his bedroom and you head to the bathroom.

You take off your jewelry and wipe off the makeup, walking back into bedroom to see Hugh standing over by the window.

"What all did he say?" He finally asks in a low but firm voice. "Just that I didn't need to be with you and needed to be with someone who could treat me right then said I'm a nobody." You say feeling tears fill your eyes as you relive the moment.

Hugh nods, turning towards you, "Do you think that's true? About needing someone better?" You shake your head, sitting on the bed. "I want to be with you." You say. "What about when he said you're actually nobody?" Another question and you shrug, "It's true. I am a nobody."

He slips his jacket off, loosening up his tie as he walks towards you, placing a hand on your face in the same spot the guy touched you. "He touched what's mine," His fingers run over your skin, "Tried tainting my beautiful girl with his sick touch."

His hands grab your face as he leans down and kisses you with hunger. "Stand up." He commands softly. You stand and he slides your dress off, grabbing your hand and leads you back to the bathroom.

You furrow your brows in confusion as he leads you to the counter. "Bend over, princess. I'm going to show you that you're not just a nobody to me, you're going to see that you are my entire world." He emphasizes on the word you, feeling your thongs get soaked.

He bends you over and holds your face in the mirror, looking at you with lust-blown eyes that have you damn near begging for him to go ahead and fuck you. Hugh slides his belt off, pushing his slacks and briefs down enough to pull his dick out.

His hand wraps around his base, pressing and rubbing the tip in your folds as if teasing you, then he finally slides in softly causing you to moan at the stretch.

His hips hit yours as he bottoms out and he grips your hips tightly, moving at a slow pace. "Don't ever worry about what anybody thinks about you," He grunts while unbuttoning his shirt, "You will always be somebody to me," His eyes stay locked on yours with what he says next, "You're mine, babygirl. Nobody will ever be able to do what I do to you, will they?"

You whimper, "No, daddy. I'm all yours." He smirks, speeding his movements up as he hits your sweet spot.

The sound of moans and skin slapping fills the bathroom. You look up at Hugh again to see his mouth slightly open, head close to falling back from pleasure with his shirt unbuttoned and his tie barely hanging on, causing you to groan at the sight. This man will literally be the death of you with how fucking good he looks to you.

"There you go, babygirl, clench around my cock. Do you like watching what I'm doing?" He asks with a smirk when he sees your fucked out face. You nod, reaching your hand behind you to grab him but he grabs both of your wrists and pulls them behind your back, gripping them with one hand and places the other on your hip.

He starts fucking into you at a brutal pace, causing you to cum unexpectedly but it doesn't stop him, you honestly think it's made him more feral and he moans at the way your insides are clinching around him.

"I think you can do another one for me." Hugh growls as he pulls you up, your back against his chest, and he wraps an arm around you until his fingers are on your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub before thrusting back into you.

His other hand comes up around your throat, squeezing just enough to apply pressure.

"Daddy..." You moan, causing him to move his hand faster. "Ruin these pants, babygirl. I want them soaked by the time I'm done with you."

His words send you over the edge, feeling a gush shoot out between your legs and he moans loudly, twitching inside of you and slowly thrusting inside of you.

He pulls out slowly, holding you close to him.

"Still have doubts, princess?" Hugh asks and you chuckle. "Maybe a little. I might need to be shown again." He laughs and kisses your shoulder, leading you to the shower.

"Let's clean somewhat up and I'll show you exactly who you are to me."

[starrysturns]

when a pirate meets a princess

matt’s eyes were on you as soon as you entered the tavern. his brothers and crew celebrating their latest rendezvous, another ship stolen and traded for an insurmountable amount of money. they were doing good, but not good enough. 

he thought he was foolish for the idea that had popped up into his head, you were looking for passage through the sea. he knew that unfulfilled look all too well. it was common in the princesses and princes he would help throughout his many years of traveling. 

he could hear nick’s voice in his head telling him how bad of an idea this is, but he pushed it down as he got up from his seat, the sounds of his crew getting farther away as he sauntered over to you, pulling out his flask and undoing the top, “y’know-” his voice rang through your ears, making you turn and look at him which gave him a perfect view of your face that confirmed his suspicions.

atlas, matt was never wrong, you were in fact the princess. score! “the stuff they have here isn't exactly delicious. it’s bitter and cheap.” he hummed, his voice smooth like honey. he gestured towards his flask, “this right here? rum. from the best kingdom you could get it from.” he was stupid or a genius. trying to start up a conversation with what would be his latest catch. but he knew what you were here for and he had to get going with his plan somehow.

you were pretty. luscious hair, beautiful eyes, dressed in a cloak that did nothing to make you fit in- it was a material only the royals had access too. it almost made him snort at how poor your disguise was and how oblivious everyone in the tavern was to it. 

“thanks. but i’m not looking for..um.. drinks.” your voice wasn't like any he’s heard before, but your response was. 

a grin spread across his lips, “oh that i know. so what do you want? hm?” he asked, “shouldn't you be kissing babies or throwing tea parties?” he took a seat across from you, grabbing a glass and pouring the liquid of his flask into it. he brought the glass to his lips, his eyes meeting yours.

“kissing babies?” you questioned, your eyes doing more speaking than your words had. oh you were naive, he liked that. 

“isn't that what princesses do? kiss newborns and talk to squirrels?” He asked, his lips quirked into a smirk as he downed his drink, pushing the glass to the side. 

your eyes went wide as he had brought up your status, you had tried your hardest to hide and failed. your mouth was open, sputtering as you tried to get a defense out. “relax princess-” he snorted, “i’m not gonna tell.” he shrugged. a moment of silence passed between the both of you. your gaze down at your delicate hands as you fiddled with the string of your cloak- you were hesitant. matt could sense your next words before you even said them. 

“i just need a ride across to the neighboring kingdom. i don’t care how much.” oh, it was music to his ears. he had to stop the giddy feeling that rose in his chest, this was getting to be too easy.

“any price huh?” his eyes didn't leave yours, even though your nervous gaze fell everywhere but his own. 

“within reason, of course.”  

he pretended to think about it, well to you he did think, to himself his mind was made up. 

“we leave in 10. don't tell anyone. my ship-” he paused, pointing out the window over his shoulder making the rings you just noticed gleam under the dim light of the tavern, “is the red one, best ship in town.” his smirk was devilishly handsome on his face. your eyes on him as you listened to him talk. he was gorgeous. 

you gave him a nod, getting up from where you were sitting and walking out of the tavern. all matt could do was let his gaze travel after you. matt didn't feel bad for you at all, you were just in the wrong place, maybe at the right time. 

his plan was working perfectly, all he had to do was have one of his men discreetly follow you out and stage an accident. shouldn't be too hard.

“boys!” matt singsonged, walking over to his crew and slamming his hands on the table, making everyone go quiet. “I’ve just gotten us a job of a lifetime.” he ignored everyone's questioning glances and “whats?” being mumbled. “see, there was a little lady in here. sad and depressed, a feeling of unfulfillment in her gaze. letting her down would've been so hard on my soul and you lot know i’m a gentleman.” he hummed, his smirk growing as he locked eyes with his brothers. 

nick, their captain, rolled his eyes, “you’re supposed to run this by me fir-” matt cut him off, waving his hand, “and let the girl down? not a chance nicky.” 

there was an unspoken agreement between nick and matt, one that made nick drop his head with a defeated scoff, beckoning his crew to move closer so no one else would hear, “we do this job quick. get her, then the money and come back.” he ordered. 

matt couldn't help the giddy feeling in his chest, his smirk turning into something more of a smile as he turned to face a crew member,, “you’re catching her, hunter.” 

“that's not my name.” he grumbled out, downing his drink before standing up, he was tall and scrawny, “where was she last?” he asked, taking out what they called fairy dust from his satchel. 

“she walked out, heading towards the pier- probably taking the alley.” all matt got was a nod from the man before he walked out.

nick stood up from the table, all eyes returning to him, “stop looking at me and move!” he ordered, easily taking back on his role of a stern captain. 

as the pirates loaded back onto their ship, you found yourself walking towards the pier. the misty cold air making your cheeks pink and hold yourself with your arms as a sort of barrier from the cold. 

you let out a huff of air as you walked, the alley was dark and mysterious, that much you knew. you could hear the droplets from the rain falling off the huts and lamp posts near you, accompanied with footsteps that weren't your own. you didn't think much of it- probably someone walking home.

but the footsteps grew louder and louder against the stoned floor, “y’know a little lady like you should not be out at this time of night. it’s dangerous in these parts of town.” 

you ignored his words- so it wasn't someone going home late at night- but you were fine, all you had to do was get to the ship and maybe the man you had met earlier would be there and you could take off.

“that's the pirate docks ya know.” you weren't sure how the voice ended up right behind you. you could feel the steady breathing of the guy behind you.

you were rooted to where you stood in fear. 

“pirate docks?” You breathed out, your voice shaky as he finally came into your view. “yeah.” he said, like it was just some sort of common knowledge. “all the pirates load up their ships there, stealing imported goods or worse.” he hummed, finally the face was visible to you- and you recognized exactly who you were speaking to. you took a small step back, swallowing deeply as your eyes met his. 

in front of you stood the most feared huntsman in your kingdom, the saint laurent cowboy. your parents said he had been caught but here he was in front of you.

the last thing you were able to see was his hat coming off, “really sorry about this pretty, but business is business.” he said before blowing the powder right at you. 

it worked in an instant, you were out cold as soon as it hit your nose. the huntsman threw you over his shoulder before you could hit the ground. 

.︎

as you regained consciousness all you could hear was a bunch of muffled hushed words. your ears ringing as your tried to open your eyes only to be met with three of the same guy from the tavern? okay, so you were hallucinating, no biggie. 

“MATT YOU DIDN’T SAY IT WAS THE FUCKING PRINCESS!” were the first words you could actually process, your vision still dotty like glitter as you stared at the men in front of you. it was like someone had cloned them. each a copy of another, but having a difference. the one who had just spoken, had a harsher look to his features, his cheekbones like they could slice through even the strongest fabric of your dresses. 

matt, you assumed, was the man from earlier in the tavern. he had a smirk on his lips, like he couldn't care less about the situation you were in, he was standing in front of, well whoever the speaker was, “oh really? i hadn't noticed nick.” okay, so the speaker was nick. brilliant.

as your vision came back your eyes locked with the same blue ones they once had done earlier only these were different, softer and more playful. 

“guys. she’s awake.” he spoke, his voice a lot softer against the other twos as he cut off their conversation. Unlike the others he was more untamed, hair sticking out from under his rusty orange bandana. his eye patched flipped up to reveal a scar that looked dangerous. he was sitting on the desk in front of you, your arms bound behind you with a rope.

“um-” You spoke, your voice rough from having been put under sleep. 

“look sweetie- this is all a misunderstanding. we’ll send you back home-” 

“no we won't!” matt cutt off nick, grabbing his arm so nick would look at him instead of you.

“are you fucking crazy matt?! do you know what kind of trouble we could get in?” nick’s voice overpowered matt’s. you could tell that nick was in charge just by how he carried himself, or maybe second in command. you didn't know. “guys!” the third one had called out, “maybe let’s not discuss this in front of her, yeah?” his eyes were on you, squinting as he looked you over a few times, “let’s leave matt to talk to her and we’ll go tell the others, ‘kay nick?”

nick grumbled, rolling his eyes as he dragged his brother out by the scruff of his shirt, muttering words you couldn't understand. 

your eyes found matt who looked a little too smug for your liking. you didn't know what to say- you had trusted him only to end up kidnapped by him and his weird lookalike pirate crew. matt was leaning against the desk, his eyes on you like he was studying you.

“you got a name princess?” his voice broke your seething silence, and if you could slap him- you would. “you can call me darling.” you responded.

“right. i get the feeling that's not your real name.” matt snickered. “no it’s not- but i don't really think you deserve my name.” 

matt was amused, even though in your little situation you still had enough snark. he was almost glad to know you weren't just a naive princess. “aww cmon, a little rude don't you think? i’m offering you the passage of a lifetime.” 

“offering?” you huffed, “all you want is money. besides your offer in the tavern is how i got here.”

“mmm that's not my offer, well, it wasn't all of it. i did agree to take you somewhere, i just never said where or how.” he shrugged. the way matt spoke infuriated you. like you were supposed to know this would happen. matt found you adorable, your eyebrows furrowed and pink lips in a little pout once his words had processed in your head. 

“i thought all pirates either had a peg leg or hook.”

okay, scratch that. not only were you not listening to him but you were gonna be an annoying stowaway. a scoff left his lips as he rolled his eyes, pushing off the desk he was leaning on and crossing his arms over his chest. 

“and i thought all princesses had a talking animal glued to their side.” he rebutted, making your brows furrow more. “no.” you answered. 

“hmm. alright.” matt hummed, before moving behind you, cutting through the ropes tied around your legs before pulling you up with the ties around your wrist. 

he was so close you could feel his breath on your neck, “look darlin’, you could make this easy for both of us, or hard just for you. that choice is yours. but i’m telling you now, the last person to make my life hard ended up walking the plank. got it?” you looked at him from over your shoulder, swallowing deeply before giving him a quick nod in response.

“good girl.” he opened the door, pulling you out and onto the deck of the ship. the light hit your sensitive eyes, making you squint as you tried to take in your surroundings. 

“aye aye, captain.” was all you could hear echoing from the pirates that were crowded around nick and the other one you didn't get the name of. amongst the crowd you saw the huntsman who knocked you out whispering to some girl that made her laugh quietly. you were relieved to see it wasn't just a ship full of men and that there was a girl here too, it brought you a sense of peace. 

“well get going!” nick’s voice boomed, making everyone suddenly get back to what they were doing. he made his way over to you and matt, his glare set on you. “chris will show you to where you’ll sleep.” he grabbed the boy by his shirt, pulling him in front of you. it was the same one from earlier in the little room you assumed was the captain's headquarters. his eye patch flipped down and covering his eye. 

“not willingly.” chris grumbled, which made you giggle under your breath before covering it up with a cough. but you caught matt’s side eye he sent you at the slight shake of your shoulders.

the way matt was handling you was rough and hurt, you truly meant nothing to these pirates. he practically pushed you into chris. chris muttering something you didn't quite understand. he was a bit more gentle with you, but his rough hands on your skin made you feel uneasy. 

this predicament you were in was totally your fault for trying to get away, and now you were being held captive by a couple of blood thirsty, money hungry pirates. 

“don't worry princess. as long as we get our money soon you’ll be back picking daisies and singing songs.” chris’ words brought you out of your trance. he pushed you into the room. it wasn't spacious like the ones you were used to, you were at the bottom of their ship with boxes, the only thing close to cushioning being a pillow and a thin sheet.

“make yourself at home.” he said, before slamming the door behind him. leaving you alone and to your thoughts. 

t︎his was sm fun to write, i hope whoever reads will love this au as much as i do <3

[ninibeingdelulu]

A shopping afternoon with him ft. michael kaiser

He absolutely spoils you rotten when it comes to shopping trips. Michael is a flexer through and through - not in an obnoxious way, but he definitely loves flaunting his wealth and status.

As soon as you enter a high-end boutique or department store, he makes a beeline for the personal shopper or sales associate to get their full doting attention.

You can barely get more than two steps inside before Michael is already pulling designer pieces off the racks and draping them across his forearm to have you try on.

He has an eagle-eye for quality fabrics, unique designs, and pieces that would look stunning accentuating your figure's best assets. Half the fun is getting to watch his eyes light up picturing you in each ensemble.

At first you may have felt shy or embarrassed about him lavishing you with such luxurious gifts. But Michael absolutely insists on spoiling his girl - treating you like the whole world's most priceless diamond.

He brushes off any stammered protests with that knee-weakening grin of his. "What's the point of stacking up all these wins if I can't splurge on my number one supporter every now and then, hm?"

Though he projects ultra-confident energy when picking out clothes for you to model, Michael is actually an adorably attentive boyfriend behind those fitting room curtains.

He hangs on your every word for opinions, continually asks if you're comfortable in each outfit, and showers you with ridiculously over-the-top compliments no matter what you try on.

"Gorgeous...breathtaking...an actual angel fallen straight from the heavens onto my unworthy eyes..."

And if you feel self-conscious or down on yourself in any outfit? Be prepared for an onslaught of effusive praise and reassurance from your number one hypeman.

He's not afraid to get on one knee and lavish worshipful kisses all over whatever body part you're feeling insecure about until you're flushed and giggly.

Once the dressing room marathon finally winds down, Michael insists on carrying every single shopping bag himself.

No matter how many boutiques you hit or how laden down with purchases you both become. He'll flex those toned striker arms hoisting it all with a wink, smug grin permanently etched across those handsome features.

The only thing that can bait him away mid-shopping binge? Possibly catching sight of some delicious-looking street food cart out of the corner of his eye.

He may pause to eye you imploringly - raking a hand through those immaculate sandy blond locks you love burying your fingers in.

"Snack break? My treat, of course. Can't have you running on empty while I'm dragging you all over downtown, liebe."

Michael will quite literally shovel food into your mouth if you let him, completely disregarding any and all table manners.

At the end of your marathon shopping expedition, you're both utterly exhausted - feet aching from storming every high-end boutique in sight.

But Michael makes sure you travel home in maximum comfort sprawled across the plush leather backseat of his chauffeured town car with his hand on your thigh.

He continually caress your skin with those skilled, calloused fingers while dropping the occasional featherlight kiss to your knuckles as the city skyline streams past outside the tinted windows.

"How's my princess feeling after painting the town red today? Did you have fun getting treated like royalty for once?"

That lazy, self-satisfied grin spreads across his mouth as you blink those heavy lids open to offer a sleepy but undeniably smitten smile in return.

"I feel like the luckiest girl in the whole world, baby."

[apomaro-mellow]

Family Planning 1/?

Steddie; omegaverse; omega!steve x alpha!eddie

It's time for the ole flour baby project and who should Eddie get paired up with but none other than high school royalty Steve? They both need this grade to graduate but can they get through it without tearing the bag to shreds?

Read on AO3

Steve woke up to his alarm, rushing out of bed. His morning routine, however, was not rushed. The radio sounded as he stood in front of his bathroom mirror. Guitar riffs filled his head as he washed, brushed, and dried. He put on a red sweater, fall was finally kicking in and he felt it. With a quick goodbye to his parents, he got in his car and drove off to pick up his friends, Tommy and Carol.

Carol walked out of her front door. Tommy scaled down from Carol’s window. Steve only shook his head as they both got inside.

“How do your parents not know?”, Steve asked Carol.

“She knows how to keep things quiet”, Tommy winked at her from the front seat.

“Yeah, I just gag him every night. He loves it”, Carol pinched his cheek and withdrew her hand before he could swat it away.

They pulled up to the school as other students were arriving. There was still five minutes until homeroom which meant they had about twenty minutes before they had to get to class. So they took their positions, leaning against the car, talking about whatever drifted to their minds. 

“Davidson is already staring me down like he knows I’m gonna fail”, Tommy said.

“Maybe he wouldn’t glare so much if you didn’t put a thumbtack in his chair”, Carol pointed out.

“He shouldn’t be such a buzzkill, right Steve?”

“His punishment fits the crime”, Steve agreed. “Davidson can’t touch you anyways.”

Carol smirked. “Yeah, your solid D streak makes you untouchable.”

“Why’s this woman always gotta give me grief Steve? Why can’t we just ditch her?”

Steve rolled his eyes but was smiling. “You forget, Carol came first. If anyone’s getting ditched, it’s you.”

Before Tommy could retort, a van roared into the parking lot, chaotic music playing too loud to discern most of the melody. It stopped abruptly and the driver excited just as quickly, slamming the door.

“Desperate for attention, much?”, Carol remarked.

Eddie Munson. A guy with all the bad markings of an alpha: loud, brash, hard headed, and just a general nuisance. Not wanting to cross paths with him, Steve led the way inside. He went out of his way to avoid Eddie’s van but unfortunately, the rest of his weird club was at the door and suddenly, Eddie was there, shouting at the rest of the members, causing Steve to wince. And that little movement was all it took to get his attention.

“My apologies, your highness, for inconveniencing your ear drums”, he gave a deep bow. 

Steve rolled his eyes and went past. Steve had been one of the first of their senior class to present, doing so literally the first semester of freshman year. When he returned to school, smelling of cinnamon and vanilla, he had been dubbed ‘princess’ and the nickname stuck to senior year.

Living in a big house with parents who gave you everything you wanted didn’t help matters. Steve took it in stride. His classmates were willing to do a lot for their princess. Like Tommy shoving Eddie so they could get through the door.

“God, what a sleaze. What’re the chances of him actually graduating this year?”, Tommy wiped his arm like it was actually dirtied.

“As likely as you making it above a C average in Davidson’s”, Steve snarked.

—-----------------------

Eddie held the grin, even through the comment about his graduation status. Last year wasn’t it but second time was the charm, as they said. Still, it didn’t mean he was going to become a model student. Which was why he never went to homeroom. He skipped English on occasion too. But Home Economics, he usually tuned in to. There was a 50/50 chance they’d be cooking something and Eddie would get to poach tastes from his partner’s cooking.

He burst in just as Ms. Engels was in the process of getting the class to settle from their pre-lunch antsy-ness. He took his seat in the back, feet propped up on the back of the chair in front of him.

“Alright, children, listen! Today we are beginning a project that will take not just the rest of this semester, but also into the next”, Ms. Engels began, starting a wave of groans.

Steve was only half paying attention. Whatever project, he was sure he could lean on his partner to get it done. Home Ec was definitely still in the dark ages of family planning, putting most of the home-oriented things on the omega, but it was the 20th century. Omegas could go into the workplace, get high profile jobs, and didn’t need to just sit at home and pop out babies.

Then Ms. Engels put a sack of flour on her desk. With a little pink beanie on top. Steve’s stomach dropped.

“It’s time class, for the ‘family’ part of family planning.”

She went into detail about the assignment. That they would be paired appropriately according to their secondary gender and that they would need to keep a detailed log of when they fed the baby and changed it and who watched over it.

“Take note of how much formula and diapers cost. And the more in-depth you report, the greater chance of a high grade. As a couple, if you would like to give any updates during class, I would encourage it.”

Then she took out a list, announcing the couples and gesturing for one to come up and grab one of the many sacks of flour set in a box and to grab a beanie in either blue or pink. As she went down the list and choices got eliminated, Steve felt a sense of dread. The same feeling was coming over Eddie as he realized the same thing Steve did. 

This was one of the few periods he didn’t share with Tommy or Carol. Dammit, as incessant as Tommy might’ve been, him being a beta meant they could’ve been paired together. But that wasn’t the reality right now.

“Aaron Hall and Cathy Mansley. Steven Harrington and Edward Munson.”

Steve was frozen in place. There was no way. No way in hell that he had to pretend to be a parent with Munson of all people. Eddie was frozen too, but only for a second before he shot up and strutted up to the teacher’s desk. He hefted a bag of flour into his arms and stretched a hat across its head, a pink one.

“She’s got your eyes honey bun~”, Eddie winked at Steve, causing snickers and giggles.

Steve scoffed but ignored him otherwise as Ms. Engels directed them to fill out the first form she gave them about name, sex, date of birth, the weight of the baby, as well as the names of the sire and the dame. Eddie pulled his chair right up to Steve’s desk, determined not to be ignored.

“So what are we gonna name our precious gift from above?”

“You decide. I don’t really care”, Steve said, barely sparing him a glance.

Eddie gasped dramatically and covered the pretend ears of their offspring. “How can you say something so cruel? And after she came from your own loins.”

Steve cringed. “Don’t talk about my loins Munson.”

“Okay, fair. In all serious though, I need to get a good grade on this project”, Eddie said.

The bell rang, saving Steve from another second of this. “Sounds like you better buckle up, pops. Can’t be a good example if high school takes you three times.” 

Steve stayed long enough to watch the alpha’s face drop and then walked out of the room to his next class. Steve thought he’d made it clear that Eddie was on his own with this assignment. What was the point in playing pretend? Steve wasn’t having kids for a long time.

So he wasn’t impressed when Eddie stepped right up to his lunch table, that bag of flour under his arm like he was carrying books and not a child.

“I don’t think I was making myself clear back in Engel’s”, Eddie started.

“What’s he talking about?”, Tommy asked.

“Oh holy shit”, Carol’s face broke out in a smile so wide, “You’re doing that project with Eddie Munson?”

“You want the whole cafeteria to hear?”, Steve hissed. It went unbidden as Carol laughed and Tommy snickered. “I figured you could handle it. This isn’t your first time, right?”

Eddie set their unnamed flour pup onto the table. “Last year she did the nutrition diary, so I’m new to fatherhood. And you’re gonna need to shape up, mother dearest.”

“Ugh, don’t call me that”, Steve groaned.

“Father dearest, then?” There was a new wave of male omegas who preferred to be called dad over mom, and Eddie could respect that. 

“Gag me.”

“Tempting, but I think Engels will have a problem if only one parent reports. And I have no problem telling her I did the brunt of the work.”

Steve raised a brow. “Is that a threat?”

“It’s a warning, Harrington.”

Tommy stood up then. “Back off trash!” 

He shoved Eddie and multiple things happened at once. Eddie tried to grab for the table or something and instead grabbed the flour. He fell backward into someone, making them dump their lunch on his head, and the bag of flour flew, landing heavily on Principal Woolsley in a spectacular explosion of white.

“MUNSON! MY OFFICE! NOW!”

If Steve thought he was off the hook, he was sorely mistaken. While Eddie was hauled off to the office, he was able to keep his head down for a while. But Eddie must’ve snitched because Ms. Van Dorf in the office called his name on the intercom to come to the principal’s office. 

Eddie was still sitting in one of the chairs, unidentifiable foodstuffs in his hair. Mr. Woolsley had gotten most of the flour off of himself, with only a light dusting on his shoulders. Ms. Engels was also present.

“I’ve been informed of the project your class is undergoing. Bags of flour don’t grow on trees”, Woolsley said, hands folded on his desk. 

“Hey, even I can afford a bag of flour”, Eddie said. “What’s the damage? A dollar?”

“That’s not the point, Mr. Munson. What happened in the lunch room was a flagrant display of irresponsibility”, Ms. Engels said.

“I’m not the one being irresponsible”, Eddie looked to Steve who was still standing by the door.

“You two are going to show Ms. Engels that you deserve another chance at this project”, Woolsley started. “You have until the end of the week to show her your dedication and earn another sack of flour.”

“How are we supposed to do that?”, Steve asked, arms crossed.

“Get creative. Oh and detention for you both today. They need help in the theatre department”, Woolsley said before dismissing them.

Eddie shoved past Steve to get to a bathroom and wash his hair. Steve spent the rest of the day talking off his friend’s ears about the whole ordeal and by the time detention came, he was ready to rip him apart and let them both flunk this class. But unfortunately, Steve needed this grade as much as Eddie. He was only taking senior year one time, thank you very much.

He walked into the storage room as directed by the head of the department and found Eddie already there, sorting fabrics. Steve was determined to ignore him, getting right to work rifling through a box of paints and tossing ones that were either empty or bone dry.

Eddie spoke up after a whopping five minutes of silence. “So, any ideas on how to earn the favor of our warden?”

“We were told to get creative. I figured that was more your speed”, Steve said.

Eddie grinned. “I’ve been known to dabble in the creative arts. But I admit, my mind is drawing a blank. How to appear as a responsible parent? To be quite honest, I don’t have a lot of experience with those.”

“What about your uncle?”, Steve asked.

“...How do you know my uncle?”

Steve looked up from his box. “It’s a small town, Munson.”

“Yeah, well, you got me there.” His Uncle Wayne was a pretty nice role model. Decent, hard working. If Eddie was half the caretaker he was, any future kid or bag of food would be in good hands. “What about you?”

“Me?”, Steve said before shrugging. “My parents are fine. Kinda assholes sometimes, but what parent isn’t?”

“Do they dote on you like the rest of the royal court?”

“The wha-stop, I’m not the princess everyone thinks I am.”

“You’re avoiding the question”, Eddie pointed out.

“I don’t know if doting is the word, but they’re parents. They give me what I want sometimes. And what I need.”

“Well, that’s what we have to prove if we want another chance”, Eddie sighed. “But how the hell are we supposed to be doting parents to a kid we don’t have?”

Steve shrugged when just a half second through the motion, he had an epiphany. “Wait! We don’t have a kid yet!”

“Uh, yeah, that’s what I just said. Keep up Harrington.”

“No, we don’t have a kid yet”, Steve repeated, getting to his feet and moving closer to Eddie like proximity would make him easier to understand. 

“I feel like I’m not high enough for this conversation we’re having.”

“What if-hear me out-what if we put on like we’re expecting parents?”, Steve suggested.

Eddie wasn’t sure where he was leaning on that idea, when he looked past Steve at something that had to have been put there by fate. A fake stomach for when someone had to act as a pregnant person during a school play. 

“Oh this is either gonna be really stupid or really funny.”

Steve followed his sight and blushed a little, then turned back to Eddie. “I don’t see why it can’t be both.”

Part 2

[sanjithesimp]

♡ insatiable ft. min yoongi♡

a/n: idk what’s this but i loved it.

warnings: nsfw (minors DNI).fem reader. pwp (porn with very little plot). ANGST. fingering. oral sex. penetration. reader is called slut.

summary: now im heartbroken and horny (even though i wrote it, lol)

playlist to listen

you whimper as he continues on devouring you, he’s truly insatiable when it comes to you. he doesn’t even wait to get to the room, he fucks you right there in the small couch on the living room. you think that maybe someone will see you fucking through the big windows, but unlike you he never cares, because when you two are together nothing else matters. and soon you join him and forget all about that.

“fuck baby, you’re fucking wet…is it because of me?” he asked you, his lips just a few centimeters from your cunt, his chin dripping with your juices.

“yeah-” you almost whispered, feeling embarrassed.

“what did you say princess?” he said, looking right back at you with those dark eyes filled with lust.

“yes, it’s because of you” he smiled devilishly, getting back to eating you like there was no tomorrow.

“say that you’re all mine��” yoongi said fucking your cunt with his long fingers, feeling the cold of his rings on your folds as he pumped them deep inside you.

and yes, you were all his but he wasn’t completely yours, or at least he was yours for the night. as for the next day you know you’ll wake up and his side of the bed will be cold. like he was never there.

“i’m all yours, daddy” you said, but you felt like crying. even though this was all based in sex and secrets. you had started developing feelings for him, you hated yourself for that because he was a married man but you couldn’t help to fall for him. you had those moments where you felt like he was yours and only yours. where he didn’t only treat you like one of his girls.

sometimes the way he would look at you. the way he would hold you tight at night until you fell asleep. or the way he would cook for you so that you ate because you had some terrible habits. you felt like the only girl in the world for him.

you felt like crying but you had to remind yourself that you and him would never happen. he was one of the most important men in the world and along with his wife they had created this empire of real estate. you had no chance.

you were the secret he would have to take to his grave, so his popularity and status wouldn’t be ruined. and you constantly had to remind it to yourself, so you would never give yourself a chance to feel anything more than just the pleasure washing on you whenever you fucked him.

“please, just fuck me” you said, trying again to remind yourself that was the reason he always appeared on your front door with that million dollar smile.

“you’re so fucking needy, such a little slut” he said biting his lip, before standing up and pushing you further on the bed. he then unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and then released his throbbing cock from inside his boxers. his pink tip dripping with precum, eager to be inside your velvety walls.

“do you have any condoms doll?” you then opened the small drawer from your night stand, and pulled one. he then ripped the wrap with his mouth and placed the condom on his cock.

you bit your lip, anticipating the feeling of being filled with his thick cock all the way to the brim. the slight burn when he first introduced himself into you, inch by inch.

he fucked you so rough you would not be able to walk properly for a couple of days, but you didn’t care. he made you forget all about your worries and fears for a moment. you wrapped your legs around him as he thrusted in and out of you. one of his hands on your neck, applying just enough pressure. the pure sight could make him cum, your tits bouncing as he rammed into you, his hand leaving slight marks around your neck, and tears running down your cheeks ruining your perfect make up.

he then pressed his hand on your belly, making you feel him completely. “look, i’m the only one who can fuck you and ruin you like this…” he thrusted into you, almost like fucking those words into you, not letting you forget that you were his.

you were getting closer to your release as his hands played with one of your nipples and his mouth focused on the other nipple, sucking, biting and licking it until it was hard. you begged him for more. “yoongi- more, i-i’m close” you said in between moans and whimpers. and you both came at the same time, your juices ruining the bedsheets as he continued fucking you, overstimulating you until your legs gave out.

“i love this” he said, his forehead on yours. his skin glistening with sweat and his pink lips grazing your lips.

“i love you” you said, and before you could even regret the words he stood up.

“i have to go” yoongi said as he started getting dressed and leaving you again.

[sisterofsomeone]

Till Death Do Us Part

Chapter 1/10

Chapter 2

Summary: On a wedding day in Baldur’s Gate, a marriage is sealed with a sanctified bond. A powerful magic that allows your minds to meld and cannot ever be undone. It is also required to share your darkest secret for the bond to be bestowed. There is a common myth passed around that once, a very long time ago, a woman was tricked into marriage by a demon of sorts and only found out when they wed. Every wedding at that moment the room falls silent, waiting for another scream, another myth making secret to be revealed. You just never thought you would be witness to it.

Series Warnings: Wonwoo x fem!reader, slight Seokmin x fem!reader (because I can't help myself), established relationship/situationship, angst, fluff, swearing, drinking, smoking, there are references to end game BG3 and spoilers for the whole game so please proceed with caution! smut MDNI 18+, unprotected sex, pet names (baby girl, pretty girl, princess), oral sex (male and female receiving), breeding kink, slight daddy kink, size kink, reader has a vagina that gets described as a pussy/cunt, slight dub-con for a second then clear consent, (more will be added as the series goes on!)

Word count: 3.5K

Author's note: Hello again! I was originally going to write this as a oneshot, but I just kept writing and writing and felt that I really wanted to try and flesh this world out. So, it's becoming a series! I cannot promise regular updates as I am in my final year of university, and start back up at my graduate job in september, but I am really enjoying writing this so I'm aiming for at least once a month, but maybe more. I do also have another series in the works which I want to post soon as well, so keep on the lookout for that one! I’ve never written anything like this before so bear with me if it’s not very good! Please enjoy, I really do hope this is entertaining for you, and have a wonderful day/afternoon/evening! Lots of love, Caitlin <3

This is a work of fiction and in no way is meant to represent the actions, ideals, or attitude of the idol Jeon Wonwoo.

Baldur’s Gate. The jewel of the Sword Coast. Granted, you never knew there was supposedly a dragon sleeping under the city before the invasion, but still. A wonderful place to live. Life here was easier for someone like you, the eldest daughter of the Apothecary Merchant. Father had spent most of the money he made to dress you in the finest of clothes, hire chefs to teach you to make the finest of meals, and ensure you were surrounded by the best trained ladies in waiting possible. Status meant everything to him, and you knew you had to marry up to please him. Being the eldest of three girls, you were schooled in house making, cooking, mathematics, business, politics- anything and everything that would endear you to one of the knowledgeable and wealthy bachelors your father was hoping to wed you to. Your younger sisters however were afforded the luxury to follow their throws of passion and learn dance, music, or geography to teach and travel. You didn’t much care for home making, your fascination with the foul words in other languages usually left your tutor giggling after you begged her to teach you them. You were smart, quick with numbers and well versed in politics and business. It was something your father loved about you. The daughter that would lift them even higher in status. You were his political pawn.

You were with your mathematics tutor when she burst through the door. Your mother, her face flushed, chest rising and falling rapidly with her heavy breaths.

“The- The King wants you to attend the ball.” She spoke. “The ball for the princes to choose their brides. He has called for you specifically.”

“Oh?” You didn’t so much as look away from your work, still toying away with the problems in front of you.

“Yes! Oh Gods girl, what are we to do with you?” Your tutor excused himself as your mother swanned towards the large windows. She was as dramatic a woman as you had ever met, and you loved her for it. Turning to face you, her dress billowed, and it struck you yet again how beautiful she was. You knew she used to be the catch; the young daughter of a cattle farmer swept into the Sword Coast by her wild fancies and taking Baldur’s Gate by storm. She married your father in a rather quickly arranged match, both being only 21 and your bump already starting to show through her clothes. She had always held a special place in your life, and the closeness in age only solidified your bond.

“You’re to help me avoid it. You know I want nothing to do with the royal family.” You raised an eyebrow, smirk playing on your lips as you turned another page in your book.

“It’s such a shame. You should go, if not for yourself but for me. It says and family and you know how much your sisters and I would love it!” Her fingers danced across the edge of the paper, twirling the red silk ribbon that used to hold the envelope closed as she read and reread the words.

“You know, there must be a specific reason they invited you. I heard only four girls and their families were invited specifically by name.” He voiced wavered, tone light, eyes meeting yours with that twinkle you knew meant trouble. Sometimes it felt like you were the parent in this.

“Will I need a new dress?” With that she squealed and swept you into her arms.

“Oh darling! You are going to love this!” Untangling her arms from around you she ran from the room and to the staircase.

“Girls! Darling! Come downstairs, your sister has an announcement!”

It was dark outside when you were finally allowed to rest. Your mother had dragged you and your sisters around every tailor in the city, eventually settling on a beautiful, glittered gown from the Facemaker’s that made it look like you were dripping in starlight. Your sisters marvelled at you, them seemingly more excited for your prospects than you were. As you stood before the full-length mirror, watching the way light danced across the dress you caught your own breath. You stood tall, the shimmering fabric laying against your body as if made solely for you. Your face now seemingly had the allure you always attributed to your mother, the colour of your eyes mirroring her own beautiful hue. It was the first time you felt a fraction as beautiful as her. That’s why you let your mother buy the dress, but you’d never tell her that.

The evening was warm as you took a book from the library and made your way to the balcony. Lighting the lamp on the table you slipped yourself onto the velvet covered seat and pulled the small blanket around your legs, hiking them up to your chest. It was here you sat, absorbed in the words of scholars until a small cough caught your attention. This was routine at this point, so you put your book down and pulled yourself from the seat, dangling a hand over the railing in front of you before leaning your head over. The man clasped your hand and smiled up at you.

It had all been an accident, you meeting Seokmin and Wonwoo. You weren’t supposed to be walking unescorted to Sorcerers’ Sundries, well technically you weren’t supposed to be walking there at all, but what Father didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. You had stopped but for a moment to watch the magic show at the front entrance when you felt a hand dip into your pockets. You grasped their wrist and turned, only to be met with a small child.

“I’m-I’m so sorry miss, please let me go.” The tiny tiefling looked terrified, eyes wide and lower lip trembling. Immediately you dropped your guard, gaze softening and grip on their arm loosening.

“Child, no need to be scared I won’t call the Fists. But let’s not go picking anymore pockets hm?” They nodded, thanking you as they scurried away. Thats when you heard the laughter. Two tall men, eyes dark and trained directly on you and the scurrying child.

“What are you two laughing at huh?” The slightly broader one cocked an eyebrow at you, and the other pointed behind you. There you saw the scared tiefling, not so scared anymore as them and their friend – who you hadn’t noticed until now – were poking their tongues out at you as they waved a purse above their heads.

“That’s mine!” You shouted as they hurried off, tails wagging and giggles filling the dark streets.

“You fell for that hook line and sinker.” One of the hooded men let a plume of smoke escape his lips and curled them into a smile. “Are you new here or something?”

“No, no. Look at her, she’s a sheltered little princess I bet.” The other said, closing the distance between you and him. You finally got a good look at him. Dark eyes, golden tanned skin, a smile spread across his face that lit a fire in your stomach. He leaned down, face now only inches from yours. “Such a sheltered little princess, aren’t you?” There was an earthiness to him, a woody smell that danced under a zesty citrus. This was no commoner’s perfume.

“Who are you?”

Wonwoo’s eyes shone from below you on the balcony, that same smile lighting that spark deep in your soul. He was intelligent, worldly, but most of all, he was kind. He climbed up the balcony as usual, pulling you into his embrace and kissing you. It was hot, fiery and passionate. It always felt like he was swallowing you whole, devouring every part of you. He pushed you backwards, lowering you into the plush of the loveseat as his body covered your own. His mouth never left yours, tongue playing against your bottom lip as you gave him entrance. He moaned, fingers running through your hair and pulling, revealing the length of your neck to him. He kissed down it, careful not to leave any marks as he did so.

“My beautiful girl, my pretty girl.” His lips left a searing trail down to your chest, his hands trailing down your sides, bunching up your dress to reach your core.

“Wonwoo, baby, we can’t. Not tonight.” It was almost useless, his lips never stopped working against your neck, teeth nipping at your pulse point. “Wonwoo, baby.” A whine left him that had a throb course through your body and set that flame burning.

“Don’t tell me to stop baby please.” He kissed you again, hands never stopping their assault on you. “Please don’t tell me I can’t play with my pretty girl’s pretty pussy.” His eyes darkened, teeth bit down harder, and you could almost feel the punctures from his canines.

“This pretty pussy has been invited to the King’s ball. This pretty pussy might have just been sold off by her ever-scheming father.” He stalled at this, hands stopping their assault and mouth leaving your skin.

“What?” His eyes were trained on yours as you swallowed thickly.

“We got the invitation today. Gods know how he did it. But he did.” Wonwoo moved off you, settling into the space beside you.

“Are you happy? With the idea I mean?” You let out a short laugh, cold and harsh.

“Happy? Why would I be happy? No one has ever seen them, been allowed near them, and what? I’m supposed to marry one of them. Be used as breeding stock. Finally put all this stupid training to use.” He laughed softly from beside you.

“You think this is funny? My life being sold off to the highest bidder and you laugh?”

“No! No, it’s not like that I promise.” His arms were around you again, pulling you into his chest. “I think there’s more to this than you know. Go to the party. You might be pleasantly surprised that’s all.” His lips were on yours again. “And no matter what happens, I’ll never let anyone else touch you the way I do.”

The morning broke through your curtains and the man beside you stirred. His chest was warm beneath your cheek as you kissed the arm draped around you.

“Darling, you must go before we get caught. Again.” He groaned, rolling the pair of you over, trapping you beneath him. That smile was back, softly lit by the warm glow of the sun pouring in through the windows. “Wonwoo, baby please.” His lips were soft against yours, pouring love into you like there was no tomorrow. His fingertips danced across your skin, raising goosebumps in their wake. He rolled his hips into you, want evident at the broken gasp that left his lips. “Wonwoo baby.” You moaned out, fingers moving to his shoulder blades. He rolled his hips again, the slickness of your cunt allowing for him to rock smoothly and bump his cockhead into your clit. “Wonwoo, we can’t.” But your body gives you away, the roll of your hips as you shake beneath him has him lining up instantly.

“Princess, say no right now and I won’t do it. But say yes and I’ll give you a baby. I’ll fuck you so full it has no option but to stick. You’ll be mine.” Your lips chased his as you nodded frantically against him.

“Yes Wonwoo, yes yes yes.” He pushed in, cock stretching you as you raked your nails down his back. His thrusts were deep, angling his hips to hit that spot inside of you.

“My princess wants a baby yeah? Wants me to fuck her full?” He growled into your ear, hips smashing into yours.

“Please, wanna make you a daddy.” You purred back. His hand snaked between your bodies, fingers rubbing circle after circle into your swollen clit as you arched up into him. He never stopped kissing you, never stopped whispering praise into your mouth as you came around him.

“Please Wonwoo, want you to fill me up. Please.” You dug your nails into his skin, drawing a hiss from him. He’s panting, sweat lining his forehead as he thrust into you again and again, bringing you to orgasm over and over until you couldn't take it anymore. He pushes you over the edge again and again, having you crying his name into his mouth over and over as you beg for him to finish in you, mark you as his.

But he doesn’t. He pulls out as he always does and finishes onto your thigh. It’s over then, the light shifting to a cold blue as the sun shifts behind a cloud. He moves away from you, gathering his clothes and dressing.

“When will I see you again?” He pauses, eyes meeting your own.

“You won’t see me like this for a while. At least, not this version of me.” You don’t know what that means, but he doesn’t give you any time to ask as he kisses you again so softly. His hand caresses your face, thumb rubbing your cheek as a tear falls from his face and onto yours. “But you will see me again, I promise.” As he pulls away, he places a final kiss on your forehead before stepping back towards your balcony. You let him go like you always do, but not without that horrible hole ripping through your chest.

The night of the ball drew closer, and there was no sign of Wonwoo or his brother. You were alone. The lessons ramped up, your father wanting there to be no chance of failure. You were his pawn, and he was so ready to make that final check. Your mother tried to get through the walls you put up, your sisters gushed every day about how lucky you were, how you were going to have the life of your dreams. But you weren’t. You wouldn’t be with Wonwoo. Wouldn’t be able to kiss him again, wouldn’t be able to hold him. You’d never be able to make him a dad.

“Your invitation madam?” Your mother was positively glowing with excitement, your sisters each hanging off one of your arms, you suspect to stop you from running. Your mother presents the invitation, and the guard cocks an eyebrow. “Please, this way for special guests.” You were escorted towards a separate entrance, a large pair of white wooden doors beset by giant boars on each side. The doors were parted for you, and the entrance was the most beautiful you’d ever seen. You were ushered inside, your sisters gasping and pointing at the artwork lining the walls. But your eyes were drawn to the three other girls.

“They’re your competition child.” Your father pulled you aside from your sisters and scanned you from head to toe. “But you’ve got a brain to best all of them. Be smart, be strong. Be the girl I raised you to be.” You glanced back over to them. Each one you knew to be a member of one of the aristocracies, as you were. You vaguely remember having a run in with the half-elf, but if she remembered you, she gave nothing away in the cold gaze she returned.

“If everyone is now here?” A voice sounded from the stairs above you. Your eyes followed where it was coming from, and the woman you saw standing there was the most beautiful you had ever seen. Dark eyes, with even darker hair cascading down her back that held soft curls that bounced as she began to walk towards you all. You had never seen this woman before, but something pulled at you from your stomach as if you recognised her.

“You are all chosen specifically by the princes themselves. My sister's sons wouldn’t allow for our intervention, so feel very lucky. Some of you would never have made it this far.” Her eyes fell on you at this, and your father bristled beside you. “Now, if you’ll follow me.” She sauntered towards the large doors across the marbled floors. You moved to follow the queen's sister, silently cursing yourself for not recognising her as your legs pulled you along before your brain could think of a reason to turn and run. She demanded that the girls line up, manhandling you all into a line with you left on the end. Your families were to follow along behind, and not say a word.

There was a commotion behind the doors, music filled whatever room you were about to be ushered into and laughter and conversations could barely be heard through these giant doors. You tried to smooth out the non-existent wrinkles of your dress, hands moving on their own as you chewed on your bottom lip.

There was a moment of silence before the doors swung open, and an even longer moment of silence when all the eyes in the ballroom fell upon you. Your gaze flitted from person to person, not a single face you couldn’t put a name to. Families with daughters much better suited for this match burned holes into your skull from jealousy. You were standing there, with the whole world at your fingertips and their daughter wasn’t.

You were ushered down the steps before you, the sea of people parting as the four of you made your ways forward. Your eyes were on the floor as you had been instructed to do so, never for a second daring to look upon the men sitting at the other end of the ballroom.

“This is the half-elf Carmae of the Boat Merchant.” You were right about recognising her then.

“This is the high elf Dauphine of the Gold Merchant.” You heard her light steps, the small “Hello sirs.” that sounded so beautiful falling from her lips as she greeted the men.

“This is the wood elf Avalynne of the Cloth Merchant.” You were next.

“This is the human Y/n of the Apothecary Merchant.” You stepped forward, curtseying as you were taught, eyes moving up to acknowledge the men before you.

“Hello sirs-“ Those eyes. That smile. Wonwoo sat before you, hand rested on his chin as he surveyed you. You felt a churning in your stomach as you let your eyes fall upon Seokmin beside him. His soft curls sat upon his head as he smiled ever so softly at you.

“We can now begin.” The music started up again as the crowd of people swallowed you up. Your sisters beamed at you as people swarmed you. They wanted to know where you got your dress “The Facemaker.” You politely replied. Who did your hair? “My mother wanted to.” You smiled at them. You were pulled from conversation to conversation. Every family wanted a piece of you. But your mind was back on Wonwoo. Your heart calling out to him across the floor.

His eyes followed you, dark and cold like you’d never seen them before.

“Wonwoo, calm down. She’s yours I’m not going to take her.” Seokmin leant over to his older brother, giggling slightly at the older man’s demeanour.

“I know you’re not. But they might.” He followed his brother’s gaze to the men being introduced to you by their fathers. “It seems like being the prince’s chosen gives a girl a certain…” His eyes scanned the crowd of men now surrounding you. Your father ever so keen to get you introduced to as many of them as possible. You were trying to be amicable, that soft smile on your face hiding the discomfort you felt. The burn of jealousy coursed through his veins as he watched you laugh and smile at these fools. If only they knew what he’d done to you, the noises he could pull from you with just his tongue or fingers. The way you beg him to cum in you, the tears in your eyes as he fucks you through another orgasm. You’d be too much for those idiots, they couldn’t make you feel how he did. Couldn’t make your body react the way he did.

“The princes will now have their first dance with each of the chosen.” Wonwoo and Seokmin stood, and the floor was cleared again. You finally found yourself walking back towards the man who held your heart in his hands and smiled. Wonwoo noticed that it finally reached your eyes.

“It is lovely to meet you Y/n.” He placed a soft kiss against the back of your hand.

“It is my honour sir.” You smiled even wider this time as he drew you closer as the music began.

“I hope you’re a good dancer.” He flashed you that dazzling smile once more as the music began up again.

“I hope you are too sir.” You felt the flush creep up your cheeks as the two of you started to dance. Your eyes glued to his as he led you across the floor, his never once leaving yours. You finally got what he meant that morning. While this was a surprise, you’d help him play the part for as long as it took to get your Wonwoo back.

[eleganzadellarosa]

pairing: vampire!au, kyungsoo x fem!reader, dom!kyungsoo x sub!reader, kyungsoo x virgin!reader, Prince!Jongin x reader

genres: smut, angst

words: 14.8K

warnings: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT, MINORS DNI [masturbation, slight spit play, face sitting, squirting, unprotected sex (wrap it up fr), biting kink, pet names (darling, princess, love, baby),choking, oral (m and f receiving), fingering…etc.],cheating, blood (this should make sense)

author's note: I got tired of there not being enough Kyungsoo smut (to my knowledge anyway. If you have some recs, please do share) so I decided to write my own. Plus the teaser pics for cream soda did something to me and I needed to express it through writing lol. There's some plot but we're all here for the smut, and trust me it's smutty. So please enjoy, tell me what you think and thank you for reading <3

part 2 can be found here

Tomorrow was a special day, a day that you longed so earnestly for. Prince Jongin would be visiting again and with the amount of times he’s come over, a proposal was definitely underway. Jongin was a dream come true, the epitome of the “perfect husband". He possessed qualities that one could only ask for while on their knees. From his looks to his status, he was desired by many, yet his heart only yearned for you. It made you blush just to think about everything and how much of a blessing it truly was. The man was gorgeous, from his sun kissed tanned skin, to his tall frame and toned body.

But his physical appearance had nothing to do with why you fell head over heels for him. He was kind, sweet and gentle, something that most suitors only faked while courting their potential spouse. You’ve heard the stories and how many women lost the love for their husbands within the first couple months of marriage only to be stuck with bearing their children until death did them part. That wouldn’t be you though because that wasn’t Jongin--he was different. His personality was genuine and it was apparent from head to toe.

3 months in total counted for the amount of days that he’s visited which was considered standard courting practice for your time period. Your parents loved him and your heart skipped a beat whenever he was close. You wanted no one but him and you knew he felt the same about you. The time drifted by way too slowly and as you lay awake on your bed, your mind ran at 100 miles per minute. Scenario after scenario about how tomorrow would go kept you occupied until your mind finally relaxed enough for you to drift off to sleep.

“Wake up...wake up! It’s half past eleven!”

The sun shined brightly through the window across from you, violently pulling your heavy lids open. Your body tries to coast back into its peaceful slumber, but the person shaking you vetoed your plans. Your eyes once again opening to find said person extremely close to your face, making you immediately sit up as if you were already fully awake. It was Vivian, your servant, but you didn’t like to call her that because she was much closer to you than someone who would do whatever because of your superiority over them.

You were an only child, so she has been the only one around your age for as long as you could remember. She’s the daughter of a previous servant that once lived here but she died before you or Vivian were older than newborns and your parents were kind enough to let her stay instead of leaving her in the hands of an orphanage. You pitied her but she hated when you did so you tried not to show it, but you knew how hard it must have been without a mother. She never admitted it but your family is the only she’s ever really known so she didn’t know what to miss.

“Hurry, you have about 30 minutes before he gets here and you still haven’t bathed!” she says as she tugs at your arm, slightly pulling you off the bed. As much as you thought about him last night, you almost forgot who was coming today. You rushed off into the bathroom, where Vivian already had your bath set. She made sure to add some rose petals to your water, ensuring that your smell would linger every time you passed the prince by.

She left the bathroom after making sure everything was just right to give you some privacy. The bath relaxed you, maybe a little too much and the moment you stumbled into dreamland for the second time this morning, there was a knock at the door. Vivian came rushing in, towels in hand.

“He’s here! Get out right now, you still have to get dressed! And why are you so tired?!”

"I stayed up all night thinking about today, I couldn't help it!" you pouted as you reluctantly stepped out of the tub.

She shook her head while chuckling and pushed you out the bathroom door.

Your heart beat so fast it felt as though it would break through your rib cage at any moment. You both quickly rushed into your room, ready to choose the perfect outfit for today. Being aware of his love for soft colors, you opted for a powder blue peasant cut dress and white corset. You styled your long black tresses in a half up half down style with curtain bangs. The accessories were simple; dangling pearl earrings and a pearl hairpin to match. You weren’t one to wear makeup, but today being the special day that it is, powder set your face and a rose balm on your lips complimented your slightly tanned skin. You stood from your place at your marble vanity and did a small twirl for Vivian to assess the final look. Before she could speak, there was a knock on your door.

“Princess, please come down to the main hall and greet Prince Jongin, he has arrived.” The familiar voice of the butler spoke on the other end of the door. The anxiety began to swell when everything set in but you couldn’t let your emotions get the best of you. Feeling anxious was pointless anyway because you’ve met with Prince Jongin multiple times, but for some reason there was suddenly a heaviness in the air that made your stomach churn. She gives you a nod of approval and you both make your way out the door to head downstairs to greet your guest.

As you walk down the imperial staircase, you see two faces; one familiar and the other not so much. You curtsy in front of Jongin and he takes your hand in his, placing a small kiss on the back.

“It’s a pleasure to see you again Princess. You look gorgeous as always.” he says smiling.

You return his smile and compliments but can’t help letting your gaze fall on the unfamiliar man standing feet apart from him. There was something in the way he stood, something in the way he looked, something you couldn’t put your finger on, but there was something off about him.

“Oh yes, please excuse my manners. Allow me to introduce you to my servant, Kyungsoo. A man of few words, but loyal nonetheless. You shall be seeing him a lot more often I hope?” he says insinuating that you accept his proposal; one which you’d be stupid to refuse.

Kyungsoo bows and makes his way over. Studying the man in front of you, he’s clad in a white blouse, the first three buttons unsecured so a small amount of the skin on his chest shone like the moon peaking out from the clouds. Black slacks, black dress shoes and then three dainty gold necklaces don his neck. His hair was also black, tousled perfectly in an elegant manner. A handsome man indeed, you had to admit, and the sense of mystery surrounding him had you staring for a lot longer than you’d have liked.

He stared back awaiting your move so he may properly greet you, yet here you were stuck, trapped and falling into his deep black orbs. There was a feeling there, something different from when you looked at Jongin. Like the pair whose love was forbidden yet the two couldn’t stay apart. The love could not be portrayed in plain sight but the tension between the two created a impenetrable force field.

Vivian clears her throat next to you which snaps you out of your thoughts. You curtsy and offer your hand to him who gently takes your hand in his. He also places a small kiss on the back, yet he doesn’t break eye contact. The small action making your breath get caught in the back of your throat.

With him being so close, you could smell the fragrance that wafted your way. It was breathtaking, like nothing you’ve ever smelled before. It was so perfect that it seemed to come from his pores, pheromones clouding and intoxicating your judgement.

“The king said he would be waiting for us. We should not keep him any longer.”

The statement from Jongin makes you avert your eyes from Kyungsoo and he removes his lips from your hand. He made your knees like jelly and your heart race a marathon. Your guard was down and you allowed yourself to fall prey to the subtle seduction.

Lunch in the banquet went quite well. Laughs, clinking wine glasses and cutlery colliding with the china filled the large space. Every once in a while those sounds were replaced with sips, breaths and sighs. You caught Jongin stealing a few glances your way when you moved to tuck your bangs behind your ear, making you blush every time. In the meantime, this is what kept your head on straight and you had almost forgot he brought his servant along, until he came in with Vivian to announce that dessert would be served shortly.

Having Kyungsoo in your presence made your posture straighter, if that was even possible. Everything about him made the hairs on the back of your neck erect. You shakily reach for the wine glass in front of you and knock it over, the red liquid spilling onto your dress. You gasp and quickly stand up from your chair and dab the area with the spare cloth from the table. You look up to see all eyes on you and you mentally slap yourself for the embarrassing act.

"Are you okay Princess?" Jongin asks, walking up to you with a fresh cloth.

“Yes, thank you. I must excuse myself, I would hate for my suitor to see me in such a messy manner.”

“Please, do not worry about such trivial things. I will be here when you return so please take your time.”

You smiled and bowed your head before heading toward the exit, Kyungsoo’s eyes never leaving your form. It made your body shudder. For what reason did Jongin bring him along? He was usually by himself but this time he brought his plus one. Was he to act as a test for your loyalty? You would have to keep your eyes on any tricks that he may try to play, you would hate for the prince to back out on the proposal because you couldn’t contain your newfound lust for his servant.

By the time you finished changing into something that wasn’t stained with wine, it was announced that lunch would be ending early. It felt like your fault even though you knew there must have been another reason. Dessert was the only part of the meal that would be missed so it was not that big of a deal.

You searched around for Jongin only to find that he was with your father in his study. A guard blocked the door and informed you that their conversation was important and the king ordered they were to not be disturbed. You thanked him for the information and tried to contain the giddiness you felt rising in your chest. They could only be talking about one thing and you hoped you were right. As you turned on your heels to leave, the guard cleared his throat.

“You did not hear this from me, but Prince Jongin will be staying with us until Sunday.”

Although surprising, it was a logical decision since the journey back for him was quite long and the day was almost over. By the time dinner came around, he had excused himself and settled for a nap instead, further confirming the trip was taxing. You wanted to bring up their conversation over the meal but you knew your impatience would only irritate your father, so finding out would have to wait. If only waiting wasn't so hard.

After dinner, you made up your mind to get ready for bed early so you would have all your energy for a full day with Jongin tomorrow. You enter the bathroom and undress in front of the tub, throwing your worn clothes to the side not caring where they landed. The water was warm yet kissing the temperature of being too hot, but it relaxed your muscles which was much needed after feeling so tense for most of the day. You cup your hand to gather water and run it down your body, taking deep breaths and closing your eyes, the scent of lavender floating through your nostrils.

"Princess..." an unfamiliar voice making you jolt, your eyes shooting open. There was no knock on the door or sound of the door opening. You turn around and see Kyungsoo standing not far from where you were. You quickly sink further down into the tub in hopes that the water would cover your breasts.

"Sir Kyungsoo…what are you doing here?" He walks closer to the tub which ultimately causes you to try and back up, only resulting in your top half being exposed. You quickly cover your chest with your arms and your heart rate flies through the roof.

"Prince Jongin told me to come and check on you and to also see if you needed assistance with anything. Miss Vivian was very kind and told me where you were, although I suspect she didn't think I would be entering. And please, no need for formalities, I’m but a mere servant.” He ends his sentence as he sits on the edge of the large tub. He runs his fingers through your bath water and scoops some up in his hand, your eyes following his every movement.

“You don’t have to be so tense around me darling, I won’t hurt you. I give you my word.” As you look up at him ready to deny his claims, the water he stored in his hand cascades down your back making you gasp. He repeats the action, this time letting his hand run down the damp skin. “I thought your beauty had limits”, he gently grabs your chin with the same hand and leans in closer to your face, “but here you are proving me wrong”.

Not trusting your voice you stayed silent, mentally punishing yourself for letting him get away with this. If he hadn’t been holding onto your chin, your jaw would’ve fallen slack. Your arms were already at your sides when his gaze travels down your body and land on your chest and hard nipples. His tongue peeks out from inside his mouth to wet his lips, and it immediately sent tingles straight to your core. He looks back up at you and smirks before standing and exiting the bathroom.

On the outside of the door, his chest heaved. He suddenly felt restricted in his loose clothing. He leaned his head back against the door and ran a hand through his hair. “What in God’s name am I doing?” he thought. He was unlike his normal self, reserved and respectful. You were doing things to him, taking his control away from him. You were the puppeteer manipulating his movements. You were the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on and don't get him started on how lovely you smelled. He cursed his heightened sense, only making it harder to resist you. He knew of the intensity of your relationship with Jongin; yet he wanted to snatch the man's happiness away.

He didn’t believe you could be as perfect as Jongin described you in his many stories but seeing you today made him realize they did you no justice. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. The way you moved, the way you spoke, the way you dressed. Each and every thing about you had been perfectly molded by God himself, the only reasonable answer for such a beautiful being. He wanted you, and seeing you in your most vulnerable form in the bathtub made his pants a little tighter.

He knew what he was doing to you, how his actions had heavy consequences on your body. He wanted you enamored, wanted you within his grasp. He fell for you as soon as his eyes met yours and he knew he would do whatever it took to have you. However, he knew of the possibility of that never happening especially since he held onto a secret that only a small few had knowledge of, and that included Jongin.

You hadn’t noticed you were holding your breath until the door shut and the air filling your lungs makes you cough. This man was unpredictable, risky and for your own sake, it would be best to avoid him as much as you could. Your plan to stay grounded against any foul play went down the drain when he got close to you. You hoped everything you felt was all in your head and the consequences weren’t a heavy burden to bear.

For the rest of the evening, any thought of what happened earlier you tried to shove to the back of your mind. It was becoming hard to not think of the man the more you would occasionally pass Jongin in the halls. He still had your heart but whenever you crossed paths, your mind was never on the man in front of you. Instead you seemed to look through and around him wondering if his shadow would be following closely behind. This disappointed you as he was never to be found and you couldn’t help but wonder why. Alas, you were too nervous to ask and truthfully you had no reason to, especially when the man passing you by in the corridors would claim you as his any day now.

“I hope you sleep well Princess. I am grateful to be given the opportunity to see you again in the morning.” Jongin bows and walks past you, down the hall and into his room for the night.

You offered him a small and respectful smile and couldn't deny the warm and tingly feeling you felt when he spoke to you. You sighed deeply knowing that the next few days would be hell with both men in your home.

Midnight soon came and you went into your room to change into your pajamas. You opened the armoire, one that matched the marble pattern on your vanity. An ivory, satin nightgown would be perfect for tonight's weather and also with how warm your body felt. You flopped onto the bed and covered your face with your hands before letting them drop to the sides of your head. Today had put a lot of stress on your mind and rightfully so. Having this strange and beautiful man around had your mind doing mental olympics. "I thought your beauty had limits, but here you are proving me wrong" that line played in your mind over and over and never failed to confuse your heart more each time.

Memory of the way he touched you replayed on loop. The words to stop him were stuck on the tip of your tongue but deep down you wanted him to continue and that's what made it scary. You loved Prince Jongin and your answer to whatever question he had would always be an immediate yes, still you couldn't take your mind off of Kyungsoo. The way he licked his lips as he scanned your body, his touch making you gasp, just everything about his entire being was starting to make you feral even though you only met the man today. Your hormones were getting the best of you and you blamed it on your period possibly arriving soon. The more you thought about him the more the throb between your legs became increasingly obvious and it begged to be touched.

Jumping up and carefully locking the door, you returned to your bed to get comfortable under your blanket and remove your panties. This was so unlike you, but the thought of him sent fire through your veins and there was no other option to satisfy the agonizing thump. Starting with larger circles, they quickly turned into smaller, concentrated ones as you settled into the new feeling. You continued to rub your clit and the slick from in between your folds coated your finger. You wanted more, no, you needed more and the only way to ease your arousal was to insert a finger. The feeling was definitely foreign but it helped alleviate some of the pressure that didn't seem to go away with your earlier actions. The image of Kyungsoo licking his beautiful plump lips popped into your head once more and a small whimper slipped past your lips.

Slightly startled, you quickly sat up and looked around as if there would be an audience watching you touch yourself. You've never once worried about the sound travelling throughout the castle but even if you did it would be useless. The castle wasn't small and with the old stone walls, no sound would penetrate its forces. You settle back into your spot and finish what you started. Knowing no one would hear you, Kyungsoo's name rolled off your tongue as you moaned. You added another finger and began to thrust into yourself faster, back arching off the bed. It didn't take long before the knot building in your stomach snapped and you released your juices all over your fingers.

You lay there in awe of the new sensation, a sheen of sweat dancing across your chest and forehead. Whatever control you believed you had over yourself was snatched away from you in the last 15 minutes and it would be safe to think you'd never get it back. You reach for the handkerchief on your bedside table to clean the mess on your fingers and between your legs. The guilt washed over you when you finally laid your head on your pillow. Your loyalty knew no bounds but now you questioned if it was ever one of your qualities. The thought of Jongin finding out what you did tonight made you cover your face in embarrassment and curl your body into a ball. What if he didn't want you anymore, what if he could tell that your mind hasn't been on him since you laid eyes on Kyungsoo? What would he think of you?

Kyungsoo also had no luck with getting you off his mind. He stood with his hands gripping the sink, staring at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, wondering if the man on the other side was still him. It was becoming too difficult to keep his urge of releasing all the pent up feelings while he was all alone. He thought of how the droplets of water glimmered against your soft and supple skin. He imagined you moaning his name when you gasped at his touch. Every thought sent blood right to his lower organ. It was painful, the way it pressed against the fabric of his pants as if it would break through any second.

He reached down and palmed his erection through his clothes, grip on the sink getting tighter. His breath quickened as he moved his hand faster. It felt good but still wasn't enough to shake the thought of you. He pulled the zipper down along with the waistband of his briefs just enough so his dick popped free. Concentration deep within his brows as he focused stroking his length as if he was within your velvety walls. He felt it, the feeling of ecstasy building up waiting to explode. A few more pumps and he came in his hand, moans hidden behind the lip caught between his teeth. It wasn’t until his lip fell free that he noticed the drops of blood coming from it.

Another look in the mirror and he saw just how much of himself he let go. Piercing red eyes and fangs to match. This was dangerous, you were dangerous. He would never be able to keep his secret to himself with you around, but he craved you. He so badly wanted to have his dick buried deep inside you and his teeth sunk into your skin. It would be euphoric and if he didn't get it, he might just wish for death.

Breakfast the next morning was quite large given that there were extra guests but sometimes you thought it a waste since the abundance of food left over could feed a whole village. As you entered the great hall, you scanned the grand area in search of Jongin. He wasn’t here and you wanted to be courteous and wait for him before you touched your food. You spot Vivian on the other side talking to Kyungsoo and your curiosity got the best of you. Jealous wouldn’t be the right word to use but you felt the need to go over and cut their conversation short no matter how important.

You wave to Vivian as you close in on the pair and her eyes light up when she sees you, making Kyungsoo turn around. He bows and you extend a curtsy.

“Prince Jongin will be here shortly, he’s just having a slow morning so please do excuse him.” Kyungsoo looks at you as if to watch your face for any changes.

“That’s quite alright, you both must be tired from your long journey yesterday. I have no problem with waiting for him.”

He smiles softly and excuses himself, walking toward the exit.

Vivian nudges you and leans in when he's no longer in sight. "Is it just me or is something really weird about him? Or...maybe it's just because he fancies you." her voice being a mere whisper, inaudible if you hadn't been so close to her.

Your head whips in her direction, "Nonsense! He does not! But yes something is very different about him and I'm not sure how one would describe it."

"You may not think so, but I definitely do. He watches you every time you're around. He pays no mind to anything else going on around him and he looks at you like you're rations on harvest day."

You wanted to call her delusional but you knew of the interactions you had with him yesterday and you could never muster up enough courage to tell her about your conflict. As the hopeless romantic she is, the situation would excite her but she would tell you to think logically and remember how much you love and waited for Jongin. Maybe that's what you needed, someone to tell you that it was stupid to even think about someone else. Not now though, you would do everything in your power to deny the feelings budding for the new man and focus solely on your suitor.

Breakfast was served and your stomach grumbled the second the variety of aromas caressed your nose.

"Good morning Princess, I hope I did not make you wait too long. I would have rushed here sooner if I knew you were already present."

You turn to look in the direction of the voice. Jongin stands before you and you offer him your hand. He kisses it and you give his a light squeeze. "Please do not worry about such things my prince. I did not wait long but would have waited longer if you needed.

He smiled brightly hearing you call him "your prince" for the first time and admittedly it felt weird to you even though it left your mouth with ease.

After the meal, everyone returned to their rooms to await the next. You laid on your bed while indulging in your favorite book. There was a soft knock on your door.

"Please come in" you say, shifting your weight from your stomach to your elbows to gain leverage and look in the direction of the door.

To your pleasant surprise, Jongin enters with a bow. You quickly stand up from your bed and run your hands down your dress to straighten it out.

"Oh! Prince Jongin, what brings you here?"

"I was wondering if you'd like to take a walk in the garden with me? I love to take walks around noon, the sun is at its highest then."

Perfect timing. This is what you needed, some time completely alone with him so you had no other distractions. "I would love to, I will be right down."

A big smile paints his face and he releases a breath that was anxiously waiting in his chest. "Take your time, I will meet you outside when you are ready."

To say the garden was huge was an understatement but it was the perfect place to relax and unwind. Jongin offers you his arm to hold while you two take the stroll.

"Is the sun too bright? I can ask Kyungsoo to bring an umbrella if you'd li-"

You tighten your grip on his arm slightly startling him, "No no, it's perfectly fine! The rays from the sun are healthy in small amounts and it feels great on the skin." The excuse was corny but it was the best you could come up with.

He offers you a warm smile and extends his hand in front of you as a way to say "lead the way". The last thing you needed was for Kyungsoo to come and ruin this time with Jongin. If the man you had your arms locked with right now knew of the exchanges with his servant, he would probably look at you in disgust. You were going to pass this test one way or another.

Thankfully Kyungsoo was the last person on your mind the entire time. The prince lead most of the conversations but you didn't mind, his voice was just as attractive as the rest of him and seeing him laugh so freely was like a breath of fresh air.

He gave you butterflies and to think that he wanted to marry you and no one else, made you feel like you were on cloud 9. You didn't give much thought to what your husband would look or be like when you were younger, but if you did, you know he would fit the description perfectly.

"We must head back now, it will be time for lunch soon and we wouldn't want everyone looking for us. But before we go-" he pauses as he brings a hand from around his back to reveal a pink rose.

You gasp in delight and grab it, fingers brushing against his. Courageously, you stand on the tips of your toes and place a small kiss on his cheek. "I love it so much, it's beautiful! Thank you."

Although he tried to hide it, the obvious blush on his cheeks told you just how much the kiss excited him. If you wanted to keep the other one off your brain, things like this would have to be more frequent. You didn't want to come on too strongly but there was no denying how much he loved you and you had to do whatever it took to keep your feelings in order.

Now you were curious what he spoke about with your father since he still hadn't proposed. Was he rethinking his decision? The thought made you nervous and wondered if everything Kyungsoo did was simply a test and Jongin knew about it all. It would be futile to ask him now especially if it meant opening a can of worms; you definitely weren't ready for that conversation.

After lunch, Vivian dragged you to her room to interrogate you.

"How was your date with Jongin? Did you hold hands? Did you kiss him? Tell me everything!"

You chuckled at her straightforwardness. "It was amazing! He's such a lovely person, I could hear him talk all day. And...maybe I did kiss him." You had to quickly add more to your sentence before she screamed "But only on the cheek, nothing serious!"

"Oh how great it must feel to have two men longing for you at once." She clasped her hands at her chest and looked up as if she were imagining it.

Your smile dropped. "Vivian again with this? He doesn't like me, I'm just new to him."

"If you saw him today, you wouldn't be saying that." She tilted her head and looked off to the side.

Suddenly your interest was piqued. "W-what do you mean?"

"I mean, he looked like a dog who lost its master. The entire time you were out with Jongin, he walked around aimlessly like he counted down the minutes until you returned. I have seen my fair share of people in love and he's definitely one of them. He wishes he was Prince Jongin, I can see it in his eyes."

You had thought about it and on multiple occasions within the past two days. What would it be like to have Kyungsoo wanting to spend the rest of his life with you? Would you want the other instead? It felt selfish thinking about something like this when Jongin was so nice to you. It felt inconsiderate to think that the thought of Kyungsoo was the one to send you over the edge when you pleasured yourself at night.

You would talk to him tomorrow you decided. You needed to know the intent behind his actions and would politely ask him to keep the relationship platonic.

After bathing, you returned to your quarters. Tonight's attire was a white, sheer, long nightgown that was maybe a bit too sheer to even be considered clothing. You hop into bed and lay on your back, relishing the way the silk sheets felt against your skin. The feeling sent shivers down your spine and memories of your orgasm coaxed you into wanting another. You tried to compel the idea to the back of your mind, but unsuccessfully so when you remembered what Vivian said about Kyungsoo. You spending most of the day with Jongin equating to nothing in this moment. Remembering how disappointed he looked when you waited patiently for Jongin at breakfast. And his voice. It was so deep and sultry, every word laced with passion and you wondered what it’d be like to have him whisper in your ear. He was too intoxicating.

Succumbing to the growing feeling between your legs, you reach under your nightgown and start to rub your clit through the thin fabric of your panties. The initial feeling makes you squirm in place, closing your legs to add to the friction. One finger, then two gets inserted and it quickly turns into you riding the palm of your hand when you curl your fingers upwards to hit the gummy spot that shortens your breath. Whimpers turn into moans and before you know it, Kyungsoo's name is rolling off your tongue again like it's the only name you know. You speed up and right before you can reach your climax, there's a knock on your door. Quickly sitting up and adjusting your appearance, you rush over to the door to open it. You peek around the door, shielding your body as best as you can from whoever awaited on the other side.

It was him. The man whose name you were just moaning like crazy. Your face instantly turns a shade of red when you realize that he could have heard you before he knocked on the door. Angling your body further away from the door, you stare at the man a bit longer before he decides to speak up instead.

"May I come in?" He waits for your response which felt like an eternity. “You seem…busy? I promise it will be quick.” He says slightly pushing the door to allow himself in, becoming impatient with waiting for you to speak up and afraid someone would catch him.

It was the embarrassment and the way you had no strength to debate that made you back away and allow him to step past the barrier of your door. He closed it behind him and leaned against it. It was then that he took the time to realize your almost naked frame in front of him.

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to attack you then and there but there were more important things at hand. You noticed how his eyes traveled down your body and you finally became conscious of your scantily clad figure, quickly covering your chest with your arms, forgetting that left your bottom half exposed under the sheer gown.

"What is it that you need Kyungsoo? Perhaps we can discuss this in the morning?"

“No! No…it can’t wait. I have to tell you how I feel now before I go insane.” You look at him confused, heart racing the more he spoke. “You’ve been driving me mad since I’ve first laid eyes on you. You’re more perfect than words can describe. I hate myself for not believing Jongin when he would come home and brag about just how pretty you were. I know you understand how I’m feeling too because even now you look at me with an indescribable want in your eyes.”

He walks closer to you and lets his hands rest atop the arms that cover your breasts. He moves them away from your body and lets his hand travel down your right arm, stopping at your wrist. He brings the hand up to his mouth and sucks on the two middle fingers. His eyes close and he lets out a low sigh.

“And with the way you moaned my name while riding these fingers, there’s no denying my existence ignites you from within.”

He looks to you expecting you to prove him wrong, to tell him he had no business confessing his feelings for you when Jongin lay his head a few rooms away, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t acknowledge that his feelings were invalid and not mutual. So when he leaned in closer, you met him halfway and allowed him to connect his lips to yours.

The kiss was needy and filled with hunger. His tongue swiped your lips asking permission and you opened your mouth giving him access to explore you. He wraps a hand around your neck, squeezing the sides lightly and drags his teeth over your bottom lip making you whimper. He begins to pepper light and gentle kisses across your law line and down to your neck where he nips and sucks on the skin. Tongue sliding across your jugular, a moan escapes your lips. He continues his abuse on your neck and brings his hands up to cup your boobs. He massages the flesh, hands dancing across the skin in search for your nipples, pinching them when he finds them. He suddenly halts his movements, cupping your chin in his hand looking at you for what felt like a millennium.

“My love if you want me to stop now, tell me. Tell me you don’t want me and I’ll stop.”

You grabbed his hand and looked at him with hooded lids, eyes filled with lust.

“I don’t wish for you to stop and I don’t wish to regret this moment.”

His lips are back on yours, this time more passionate and filled with love. He kisses his way past your neck and down to your chest. He goes to suck on your nipple through the thin fabric, massaging the other between his fingers. There was nothing you could do to hold back your moans and he loved every second. Just as you were about to lock your fingers in his hair, he stops and pulls you in the direction of the bed. He sits down on the edge and pats his lap.

"Come here." he says pulling you forward to straddle him. His hands travel up your thighs and settle on your ass, massaging it as he looks back up at you. "Would it make me selfish if I said I was jealous of Jongin even though I have you here like this?" he says pecking your lips after every couple of words. "You were on my mind all day, I couldn't contain myself. I had to come taste you, I wouldn't be satisfied any other way." He moves your hips to grind on his lap and your head falls back as you moan.

You couldn't let him take over just yet, you wanted a clear mind but with the way he had you feeling, you would bet he cast a spell on you.

"If I said you were, then I'd have to call myself something much harsher." You say through broken and choked moans.

Leaning back, he pulls you up so that you now sit on his chest. "I want you to sit on my face, I need to taste you now before I lose my mind."

Hesitant at first, you couldn't shake the thought of suffocating him. He had gained your trust in the short amount of time though and everything else has felt great so far, so you expected he had already weighed the pros and cons.

As if reading your mind, he pulls you up higher on his chest, “I’ll be okay and you'll feel good if you listen, I promise."

You hover over his face for a few more seconds before you lower yourself onto his mouth, your thighs resting on either side of his head. His licks a long stripe from your entrance to your clit and your hips buck involuntarily. A low breathy moan comes from the both of you. He wraps his hands around your upper thighs to stop you from moving. He laps away at you like a parched dog, making your toes curl. You tangle your fingers in his hair to try and regain your control only to fail miserably when he dips his tongue inside. A loud moan escapes you and you can feel him smile against your heat.

"Kyungsoo p-please, it's too much!"

Of course he doesn't stop and instead rubs circles on your clit with the pad of his thumb. At this point your brain was fuzzy, no thoughts running through it. A few more licks and sucks on your clit and you become undone, cumming all over his tongue as you scream his name. He continues to lick to let you come down from your high and then quickly flips you so that your back is against the bed, his chin glistening with your juices.

"Open your mouth, see how fucking good you taste." Not caring about your image anymore, you open your mouth to allow him to dribble the mixture of his own saliva and your essence down your throat. "Swallow."

Not giving you time to process, he dips down to kiss you, the rest of your fluids spreading over your lips. He brings his hand back to your pussy and uses his fingers to tease your folds.

"You're so wet for me baby, is this how badly you wanted me?" You nod as he brings you back into a kiss, easing one of his fingers in. You felt so good around his fingers and he could only imagine how you would feel once he finally got his dick inside. For now, he wanted to take his time and feel every inch of you. "Come here. I want to feel your mouth on me, see how good your throat feels."

You sit up on your knees and see that he's already removed most of his clothing except for his shirt. You look down and see his dick hard, tip touching his belly button. He was big, bigger than you expected but you've also never been with a man like this so there was nothing to go off of as reference. He positions himself back at the edge of your bed and you sit on your knees in front of him.

He tapped on your left cheek, "Open. Tongue out."

Following instructions, he tapped his length on your tongue, precum leaking from the tip. Everything about this felt sinful and in truth it was, but it was exhilarating and you craved the adrenaline rush. Maybe it was the way he looked at you or the way he handled you, whatever it was, it was becoming poisonous. He sat back on the palms of his hands and you took it as a sign to do whatever you wanted. You've only seen things like this in the books that the maids kept hidden in their belongings; you and Vivian sneaking to read them when no one was looking. You had no idea what you were doing but you knew you wanted to make him feel good.

You lick from the base to the head, seemingly doing something right because he hisses and bites on his bottom lip. You kitten lick and place a light kiss on the head before taking his length in your mouth as far as you can go. He hits the back of your throat, making you gag.

"Good girl. Fuuuck...just like that." he reaches down to grab a handful of your hair but not to force you back down. He so badly wanted to buck up into your mouth but didn't want to hurt you or cum too quickly.

You bob your head and hollow your cheeks, sucking as much as you can before easing your way back down. His eyes are closed and his head is back, veins straining in his neck. You brought a hand up to stroke whatever didn't fit in your mouth and the grip in your hair got tighter. Seeing him like this boosted your confidence and also made you wetter. You were testing his self control and if you kept this up he wouldn't be able to stop himself from going too far.

The muscles in his thighs were starting to tighten and he knew he was close. "I don't want to come just yet, I want to be inside of you." You let go of his dick with a pop, eyes watering and saliva trickling out the side of your mouth.

He pulls you back into his lap and into another heated kiss. Without the barrier from the clothing, the skin to skin sent your mind into a frenzy and it made you throb in anticipation. You mimic what he did to you and dragged your teeth across his bottom lip, earning a deep groan from him. He breaks the kiss and once again lets his lips travel to your neck. He trails the kisses up your jaw and bites your earlobe.

"Would you like for me to fuck you so hard you forget your own name?", his breath is warm against your ear and you were sure you made a wet spot in his lap.

"Please, I need you. I can't take this anymore." You could feel him grow harder beneath you when your begging came out more like whines. He roughly pulls back on your hair, exposing your neck to him and he doesn't miss the chance to suck harshly and almost leave hickeys behind. You moan and grind your hips on him, making him curse under his breath. "Please Kyungsoo, I need you. You make me feel so good, I want you so badly."

He stops his attacks and lifts you off his lap to throw you back onto the bed. He hovers over you staring into your eyes deeply. "Are you sure you want to continue? We don't have to."

You were past the point of questioning if you wanted him anymore and you weren't going to pass up the opportunity after getting this far. You wanted your first time to be with someone you chose and right now that was him. "My heart would never forgive me if I said no and I'm not one to not give it what it wants."

He smiles and kisses you once more, "I'll go slow my love, I'll take care of you." He eases his way inch by inch, making sure to give you time to adjust to his size; constantly watching your face for any signs of discomfort.

He was stagnant, not minding that you took your time to get comfortable. You were thankful it didn’t hurt as much as everyone made it seem but knowing the circumstances in which you were doing it, only made it feel like the punishment would be stronger.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer. "Kyungsoo...I want to feel you now."

His pace started slow and steady, ensuring you didn't feel any pain even though you gave him the okay. When you lifted your hips to meet his thrusts, that was all it took for him to speed up. His rhythm is relentless, but you didn't want it any other way. The feeling was beyond words and if there was a way to pause time in this moment you would have done so.

"Look at me while I fuck you. Close your eyes and I'll stop" he says, holding the back of your head so you could look at him. Keeping your eyes open was easier said than done when they closed every time he thrust back in. Every moan you tried to hold back, forced its way past your lips. "Let me hear them, let me hear how I make you feel."

He tried to keep it together, but the way you were clenching around him, he wasn't going to last much longer. It all felt like a dream and it started when he walked through your door. He didn't plan on this but hearing you moan his name before he knocked and seeing the way your fingers glistened when they wrapped around the door only corrupted his thoughts.

"This pussy is mine, tell me it's mine. Tell me you want me to fuck you like this forever."

The combination of him fucking you so deeply and the way he spoke to you made your head spin and you knew your orgasm was approaching for the second time tonight.

"It’s all yours Kyungsoo! Fuck me like this forever, make me yours forever!"

You didn't think it was possible, but his thrusts felt deeper and harder. His head went down to your chest and he sucked a red spot in a place that only he’d know. The blood rushing to that area had him thirsting for more and before he let his teeth break the threshold, your walls fluttered around him violently.

You were sure you saw stars, your legs shaking. It took a few more thrusts from him before he pulled out and finished on your stomach.

Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

It was a close call at most or perhaps it was a sign that he was letting his guard down too much. You were pushing him to the edge of insanity so much so that the side of him he spent so much of his life trying to hide was easing its way to the forefront. If he wanted you to trust him, he could never let you know of the real him.

"That was the best feeling I’ve ever had in my life." It came out almost monotonously but you had no strength to put more feeling behind it.

He smiles and reaches to your bedside table for anything to clean the both of you off. In contrast to how he was a few minutes ago, he was extremely gentle as he wiped the mess you created. Watching him made your heart flutter, more than it did when you were with Jongin. Oh no, Jongin. He hadn't crossed your mind since your walk in the garden with him earlier. The guilt came flooding in and it made you feel sick to your stomach. You were supposed to be marrying Jongin, not Kyungsoo and now with what you've done, you feel like you've ruined your chances of that ever happening.

Kyungsoo notices the shift in your mood and pulls you into a hug. "What's wrong my love? What is weighing heavily on your mind?" he asks, placing a kiss to the crown of your head and small strokes to your back.

"What about Jongin? How will I ever marry him after what we've done tonight?"

He stops rubbing your back, making you look up at him. "I will not be informing him of what happened tonight. It doesn't matter who you marry, you're mine for as long as we live."

You push yourself off of him, "How would that even be possible? I cannot have these relationships coincide."

"He doesn't have to know, and he won't. I can't let you go now that I have you. I want you and I will always want you till the day I die." He cups your face in his hands. "Even if I have to wait 100 years, I will never stop loving you."

Spending this night with Kyungsoo made you unsure of what you wanted, but you definitely weren't sure if what you wanted was Jongin anymore. You wanted to marry him but thinking of being able to have Kyungsoo whenever you wanted him made your heart beat with excitement. The thought made you feel like a whore, but you never meant for any of this to happen. Kyungsoo was irresistible and thinking back on it, he was also very sweet and caring. There was no way you could marry Jongin and be with Kyungsoo, without him or anyone else in your castle finding out about it. All of it was too confusing but for now you wanted Kyungsoo as much as you wanted to marry Jongin, you just wish there was a way to make both things work.

The following day Jongin was stuck to you like velcro which you didn't hate but him being around meant that Kyungsoo was around too. You couldn't help but feel guilty and now there was no reversing it. You didn't regret your night with Kyungsoo but it only complicated things more. Every touch or glance in your direction from Jongin never went unnoticed by him, and he watched you like an animal would stalk its prey. The eye contact was another thing. Each time your eyes met his, it was like reliving your moments with him in your bedroom. You felt your face and body heat up and you prayed the blush didn't show on your cheeks.

It also didn’t help that he looked extra good today. Instead of a blouse, he wore a black vest over a white button down, a single chain accentuating the breast pocket. It fit him so nicely and complimented his wide shoulders.

Jongin sits up in his seat and leaned over the table, resting his head in his hand. "I'm going to go horseback riding, would you care to join me Princess?"

"Sure, I would love to. I haven't been riding in some time though so my skills may not be to your liking."

"Ah well, you can ride on my horse with me if that is best. I wouldn't want you to feel as though you're a burden, even though you truly wouldn't be."

You nod in agreement although you weren't really sure what you just agreed to with feeling Kyungsoo's eyes piercing the back of your skull. It drove him crazy to be this close to you and not be able to touch you. After last night he wasn't sure how he would live without you and tolerate seeing you with another man. Jongin didn't know how good he had it, he could walk around with you freely and not be judged. That's what Kyungsoo wanted, you all to himself. You were his, not the property of a prince. He reluctantly followed the both of you outside and awaited his next order.

“Kyungsoo, do you mind helping the Princess with her boots while I go get my things? I want her to be as comfortable as possible.”

He bows his head lightly and grabs the boots to put on your feet. You take a seat on the small bench between the tall, green hedges that lined most of the garden. He kneels on one knee in front of you and places your foot on top of his thigh. Jongin was barely out of eyesight when he lifts your dress high on your legs. You shoot him a shocked look when you feel him pepper kisses up your inner thigh.

“K-kyungsoo, w-what are you doing? Someone will see…” you try to push his head away before you lost yourself in the feeling. He didn’t take heed to your warning and nipped at the soft skin, letting a moan rip through you. He keeps his eyes on you the entire time. His dick can’t help but twitch watching the way you try to keep your composure and with knowing how easily you can both be caught at any second. He wastes no time to push your thighs further apart while dragging his nails down your other leg.

“P-please, not now. Not here.” was all you could manage to say while trying to stay coherent. You wanted to scold him for being so bold but every time you felt his mouth get closer and closer to your clothed heat, all thoughts of reprimanding him left your head.

You look down to see his eyes on you and seeing him so content between your legs did something to you. He hooks his fingers around the fabric of your panties and pulls them to the side to give himself better access. He licks long and achingly slow stripes through your folds. You had lost the battle of trying to keep yourself together and already had one hand tangled in his hair.

You bit down on your other fist to hush the sound of you moaning but the more he ate you out, the louder you became. As if he knew you wouldn’t be able to control your volume, he slips a finger inside and curls it upwards, hitting the spot that made you weak. At this point you were riding his mouth with the way your hips bucked up against his face. He added another finger and sped up the thrusts. He switched between sucking on your clit and fucking you with his fingers. You were so close now that you could taste it, however he suddenly halted his movements and quickly slipped on both of your boots. You open your mouth to protest but he gives you a look that kept your lips pressed together tightly. He fixed your dress and licked his lips to rid himself of any evidence that he just had his face nestled between your legs.

Jongin returns mere seconds later with a saddle nuzzled under his arm. “Are you okay Princess, you look a bit flushed? Are you feeling under the weather?”

Embarrassing was an understatement and knowing you were in a noticeably messy state, brightened the blush on your cheeks. “No no, I’m alright. Perhaps I should start wearing more sunscreen?”

Your answer seemed to satisfy him as he offered his hand to you to lead you toward the stables. You look back at Kyungsoo who bows as Jongin takes you further away.

Jongin had frequented the palace enough to have claimed one of the horses as his own. It was a beautiful black Friesian horse he named Trophy. When you entered the stable, the horse began to whinny seemingly knowing of Jongin’s presence. He offered it pats and rubs over its head and body before placing the saddle on its back. Making sure it’s secure before hopping on the horse and grabbing your hand, letting you sit in front of him so that he had complete control.

You were practically sitting in his lap with how close he was. You thought you would be behind him and find security in holding onto his waist, but the tables were turned and his arms rested on either side of you as he held onto the reins.

“Are you comfortable Princess?” he looks from around you, almost resting his head on your shoulder. It made your heart flutter and in the moment you wanted to turn your head and lock your lips with his.

“Yes, thank you. Are you comfortable as well?” You heard the smile in his voice when he agreed to your question.

“Please let me know if you need me to slow down or if you’re ready to return.” And with that he snapped the reins and the horse was off, slowly walking out of the stable.

For the remainder of the ride you couldn’t help but notice how good of a horseback rider Jongin was. Every move that he made was precise and calculated and it was like the horse was made just for him. The more the horse picked up speed the more Jongin would rut against you from the force of the gallop. The constant friction was starting to turn you on and you could only imagine what went through his mind behind you.

Although wanting to turn around and straddle him, you were having fun. Horseback riding used to be one of your favorite pastimes and now you wonder why you ever stopped. It was the adrenaline that came from the speed and the wind that blew through your hair that made you feel like you could do it all day. He made Trophy come to a halt and you took a look at your surroundings. It was an area that you’ve never seen before and you questioned whether you were still within the kingdom walls.

“Oh my, this is breathtaking! This doesn’t even feel like home.”

“But it is, it’s just very far away from the palace. I learned about this place while out on a ride and it’s been my favorite to visit ever since. I can bring you here often if you’d like?”

You nodded and he helped you off the horse. It was like a mini oasis within this small forest. The trees were all covered in fresh blooms, a waterfall flowed down into a midsized pond which held some of the clearest water you’ve ever seen.

“Do you like swimming Princess? We can take a quick dip before returning.”

You quickly nodded and a smile lit up his face. He took your hand and lead you closer to the edge of the pond. He began unbuttoning his sky blue blouse and pulled it over his head, revealing his toned abs. You knew he was fit but never knew just how sculpted his body was. Seeing him like this made your insides stir, not dismissing how you finished undressing him with your eyes. He guided you into the water slowly and never took his eyes off you. The water sloshed around you both as you moved further in, your dress already soaked from your waist down. He let go of your hand to give you more freedom and you immediately submerged yourself to drench your entire body.

When you came up, you playfully swatted some water on him causing him to chuckle and mimic the action. The splash fight continued for a few minutes before you both grew tired of clearing the dripping water from your faces. He swam closer to you and grabbed you by the waist. He looked down at you, a mixture of love and lust in his eyes. Looking at you for a few seconds more, he dipped down and placed his lips on yours. His lips were soft and he moved them in such a rhythmic manner, much more innocently than Kyungsoo. You bring your hands up to cup the back of his neck and deepen the kiss.

He pulled you into him some more and slid his tongue over yours, earning a moan from you. He kept one hand on the small of your back and the other rested on the back of your head as he kissed you hungrily. He broke the kiss, chest heaving and lips red.

“I love you” he says as if he couldn’t contain the words in his mouth. He looks at you scared as if he had made a mistake saying it to you.

“I-I love you too Jongin.” You didn’t lie when you said it back. You’ve known him for some time now and being on edge waiting for his proposal further proved just how much you cared for him. The problem now was you found yourself falling in love with Kyungsoo too which was for lack of better words, insensitive.

“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me and I can’t wait to make you my wife.”

It was like an arrow shot through your heart as he finished his sentence. Here he was pouring his heart out to you and last night you tangled bodies with his servant whom he trusts. Your conscience scolded you and you wanted to clutch your chest to stop the pain.

“We should start heading back now, the sun will set soon.” he says already adjusting the equipment on the stallion.

Thankfully you sat in front of him so he wouldn't question the tears that streamed down your cheeks. Guilt was hitting you hard, wishing you never made the mistake but not regretting your time with his right hand man.

Kyungsoo is already waiting when you and Jongin return from the stables, his face stoic but his eyes told a different story.

“Please grab the Princess a towel so she may dry herself off, we wouldn’t want her to catch a cold. I shall be inside doing the same.” Jongin walks up to you and kisses your forehead. “I had a great time today and I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”

You exchange smiles before he walks away and turn your attention to Kyungsoo whose face is twisted.

“You smell like him. Too much like him.”

"What? How?" You looked down, grabbing the closest piece of your dress to see what he smelled on you, yet to your senses you only smelled wet.

Ignoring your question, he picks a towel up from the glass table and pulls you in by your waist. Your hands fall onto his chest and he begins by drying your hair. “Why are you so wet? What did you do with him? You can see right through your dress!”

He wasn’t lying, your dress stuck to you like paint so nothing was left to the imagination. Your nipples poked and prodded their way through the material.

“We went swimming…”

Visibly annoyed, he rolled his eyes and continued drying the rest of you. The sky was already beginning to get darker with the sun declining, but it seemed darker than it should have. Large drops of rain started to fall from above instantly darkening spots on the concrete path. You look up and open your hands to catch a few. You really should get inside before your immune system gave up on you.

“I’m going to go inside.” You go to walk away but he grabs your wrist and pulls you back toward him, catching you again by the waist.

“I'm sorry but I can't help being jealous. If you can’t handle being with me, at least don’t make it so hard for me to stay away from you. You’re driving me crazy, I can’t live without you.”

It was confusing. How could your heart love someone you’ve only known for less than a week? And it was starting to become more so than the person you’ve known for 3 months. How were you to solve this matter when there was no logical answer; always concluding with one or the other?

"I-I don't know what to say."

"Say you love me. Love me forever."

His lips brush gently against yours, once again weakening your knees. You gently shove him away.

"I want to...but you know I can't."

"Hm, I understand. It's best you go in now, you've been out here long enough." He bows slightly and walks away from you. His heart ached, all he wanted was to be able to love you without consequence. He's never hated his life so much than he did now.

"Oh to be reborn again as something other than a peasant" he thinks. Better yet, to be reborn as Jongin would satisfy him the most. All he wanted was you, all he needed was you and knowing he couldn't have you had him torn between anger and sadness. He was becoming desperate now, willing to do any and everything to split you two apart. He hated that he was so weak for you, for being so unlike himself. Tomorrow was the last day of their stay and he was aware of the plans Jongin had with you.

A proposal. A promise of a union between two parties. "In sickness and in health; till death do us part", he would have to hear you say those words and see you seal them with a kiss. It would be torture but he wasn't blessed with royalty nor in a different body and this would be his punishment for letting things get so far with you.

It was late and you have long since been dry. Having taken too many sips from the glass of water next to you, it was best to make a quick trip to the bathroom before you got too comfortable in bed. A single candle in its holder dimly lit your way, your feet slapping against the cold marble flooring. Someone clears their throat softly next to you making you almost drop the candle.

"I'm sorry if I startled you princess." Jongin walks up to you, face illuminating in the small light. "W-would you like to spend the night with me? Tomorrow is my last day with you and I would love if I at least got the chance to share my bed with my future wife."

Admittedly taken aback by his request, you would miss him when he was gone and didn't get much time with him with your mind so preoccupied.

"Everyone is asleep so they won't notice."

You followed him after using the bathroom. You had never been in his room before, let alone any of the guest rooms so seeing how different everything looked made you feel like you already lived together.

He grabbed your hand and guided you to the bed and let you climb in.

"Goodnight my love, tomorrow will be a great day" he says kissing your cheek before turning over with his back pressed against yours.

You laid awake too many thoughts going through your mind to settle into relaxation. Based off of what he said, he was sure to propose tomorrow. It excited you, the thought of being a wife but also his wife. You've waited long enough to get to this point and backing down because of some new feelings would not get in your way. This was a test, you thought, and although you've failed most of it, you were going to make the rest count.

There was a shift in weight behind you and now Jongin no longer had his back pressed against yours. There was something hard pressed against your ass, you knowing what it was almost immediately. He snakes an arm around your waist and pulls you closer making his hard on settle in the crevice of your behind. You grabbed his hand that draped over your midsection and gave it a squeeze, letting him know he could continue.

He kissed his way down from your ear to your shoulder. He rolled you onto your back and hovered above you. The moonlight lit the room just enough so he could see your expression. It felt different, being under him versus being under Kyungsoo. It was like darkness and light, Jongin being the latter.

His hand ran down the sides of your body, taking his time to admire every inch. The gentle touches leaving lingering tingles on your skin. He moved back up to caress your face and finally leaned down to put his lips on yours. After kissing you earlier, he knew he wanted another, not being able to wait for the wedding day. Your lips were soft and he loved how your nose would brush his ever so slightly.

You were like a painting in his eyes, each brushstroke carefully placed to form your very image. But something changed in the way you looked at him since his stay. He had his doubts but seeing his close companion look at you the way he did, he knew there was something there. Not something like he had with you, something so much more mature and unadulterated.

He wasn’t going to let his fear obstruct his goal, he was going to marry the love of his life even if your heart leaned more toward Kyungsoo. He took this opportunity to pour his feelings into his actions and he hoped they would properly relay the message.

His hand reached under your night dress and brushed between your folds through the fabric. You bit your lip as he watched your changing expressions.

“Feels good?” He pressed down a bit harder and quickly swiped over your clit.

You nodded and reached down to massage his dick. It felt thick and warm in your hand and his eyes threatened to close from your ministrations. He discarded you of your undergarments and playfully teased your pussy. He wanted to see just how far he could go before you begged him for more. You reached under his pajamas and released his achingly hard dick from its restraints. He hissed as the cold air kissed the tip making him leak more precum.

He finally let a finger dip inside your cave and he quickly added another when he felt just how wet you were. His dick twitched in your hand. To think he would be able to fuck you whenever he wanted had him already making plans for babies.

You stroked him with both hands now, precum making it easier for your hands to glide over him. One hand reached down to cup his balls and gently roll them while the other fisted closer to the head. He was bucking into your hand, dick growing more sensitive by the second.

His fingers already started to speed up to get you closer to your climax as well. You were both breathing heavily and moaning, falling weak to the work you put into each other. His fingers curled up and hit your sweet spot making your back arch off the bed. Your hands sped up the more his did and your orgasms were approaching quickly.

“Fuck, I’m so close please don’t stop”, he pleaded with you adding his thumb on your clit to speed up the process.

Your words dissolved into the air above you as your vision started to close in. You writhed under his touch and chased your high.

“Oh fuck I’m gonna cum, please tell me you’re close” his fingers were thrusting sloppily but he felt your walls tighten, giving him the motivation he needed to push through.

Your stomach balled into a knot ready to snap and when he came down to suck on your collarbone, you moaned loudly as your climax spilled over. You squirted all over his already sensitive dick and he couldn’t hold back the cum that spurted out onto your chest and stomach.

You winced at the emptiness when he removed his fingers. His hair stuck to his forehead, face flushed red. He dropped down next to you, both of your chests heaving.

“Thank you for making this night special, I’m sorry if it didn’t live up to your expectations.”

You felt sad that he thought that way, not really knowing what made his self esteem so low. You look over at him excited to tell him how much you loved it but his eyes were already closed. You rolled over and pressed a kiss to his temple and rested your head on his chest, sleep coming to claim you as well.

You woke up in a daze, unable to tell how much time had passed. You had to get back to your room before morning came, not needing anyone to find you anywhere else. Jongin’s arm wrapped around your torso and his face nuzzled in your neck--you were stuck. You eased your way out of his grasp and tiptoed toward the door, looking back to make sure he didn't stir awake. You took a deep breath before twisting the knob as quietly as possible. The real mission would be getting to your room and not being spotted by anyone. The floor was cold and you wished you wore socks or at least something on your feet. You ran lightly and as quickly as possible with your arms being the only things that kept you warm.

You passed by a room and heard shuffling on the other side so you moved as fast as your feet would allow.

"What are you doing?"

You stopped in your tracks when you heard the voice. You knew who it belonged to and didn't have the confidence to face him. You slowly turned on your heels and saw Kyungsoo standing in the doorway of his room. He barely wore anything so his body was on full display.

"You frightened me, I'm just going back to my room."

He cocked an eyebrow upwards and stepped passed the threshold of the door.

"Going back?" He knew exactly what you meant but he didn't want to accept that Jongin would be ballsy enough to get you caught in the morning just because he wanted more time with you. Yet he knew he'd do the same especially since his heart was already starting to break into pieces knowing he wouldn't see you for a while after tomorrow. This was unacceptable and borderline unfair. “If you can enjoy getting wet with him, stay and get wet with me.”

Your mouth was dry and you truly had nothing to say. He had a way with his words that turned you into a puddle. You stared at him trying to think of something that would make him let you off the hook. He walked over and stared down at you. He leaned in to kiss you softly, conveying a different feeling than he usually does. His hand comes up to rest on the back of your head, tilting his to gain advantage. He pulls back and look at you.

"Don't leave me to deal with these feelings by myself. If I have to live with you being with him, then just for tonight let me be the only one you think of."

How could you say no? After tomorrow, you would have to act like your feelings for him didn't exist. As hard as that would be, unless you wanted to be executed for adultery, it was all you could do. He escorted you to his room and shut the door, being extra careful to lock it. You followed him to the edge of the bed, watching how he removed the rest of his clothing slowly, making sure your eyes never left him. Your eyes were everywhere, from his face, his chest, all the way down to his hardening length. He cupped your face and dragged his hands down to your neck, then to cup your breasts.

He slowly pulled the straps of your nightie down and left open mouthed kisses on any inch of skin that became exposed. Stopping at your nipples, he made sure to suck and massage them before continuing his journey down your body. Soon the gown reached your pelvic bones and he wasted no time in hooking a finger under the waistband of your panties to pull them down with the rest of the material. You were both now completely naked, skin basking in the candlelight. He pulled you onto the bed with him and sat against the headboard making you straddle his lap.

This time you didn't wait for him to make a move and kissed him with your hands linked behind his neck. His hands were all over you massaging circles into the flesh. Tongues wrapped around each other like a waltz, a work of team effort. Your body called for oxygen, the kiss becoming too intense but neither of you cared enough to let go. You took initiative to stop the kiss before it snatched the last breath in your lungs.

"Ride me." he pressed down on your hips as he ground up against your core.

You let out a shaky breath as you leaned forward on your knees and aligned your hole with the head of his dick. The stretch as you gradually eased your way down was magnificent and he bit his lip as he watched your face contort from the pleasure. The more you bounced on top of him the less he could control his sounds. The squelching noise that came from your bodies clashing only added to the vulgar sounds that filled the room. He ran a hand up your back and grabbed a handful of your hair. He tugged at it roughly and sucked and licked on the vulnerable skin on your neck. His other hand came around to grab your ass, digging his nails in and spreading it so your pussy opened more.

Your head was spinning, so much overstimulation, you knew you wouldn't last much longer. His strokes were getting sloppier indicating he was just as close.

"Fuck-I love you so much" he said through grunts. He knew what he wanted to do next based off of your response. If he were to get over you, he'd have to expose his true self even if that meant scaring you away.

"I love you too Kyungsoo~" your mouth hung open and you moaned his name, toes curling from your impending orgasm. You needed just a little more to push you over the edge.

He took that as a sign to carry out his plan. He let the lust consume him fully, baring his fangs, sinking them into your neck and not letting up on the animalistic pace he set. It was painful but it mixed so deliciously with how he rolled his hips into you. Your eyes rolled back and your body tensed up. It's what has your orgasm hitting you like a train, vision turning white. The feeling was incredible even though as you came down from your high, you can't tell what just happened.

Just the image of you in this moment could make him cum, but that combined with the taste of your blood was heaven sent. He had never had anything like it. So fresh, sweet and pure. He never thought living his fantasy would play out so soon but your reaction was even more surprising. He didn't count on you enjoying it and wanted to use it as an escape route, but here he was drowning in the sight of you cumming all over him which lead to his own orgasm. He sucked in a breath, abs contracting as he painted your walls white.

You looked down at him and couldn’t believe the astonishing sight. He looked beautiful, dashing red eyes and canines sharper than a knife. As the few drops of blood trickled from the side of his mouth, everything all made sense now. The strange man you've come to fall in love with these past few days was a vampire. It’s why he carried such a mysterious aura, why he smelled so ethereal, why his presence was so lethal.

He had you speechless and now he was even more scared awaiting your next words. He licked the remaining drops from his lips, eyes wide. “Please say something.” His eyes searched your face for anything but he couldn’t decipher your expression.

“Kyungsoo…you’re beautiful. I-I don’t know what else to say.”

Tears brimmed his eyes knowing you didn’t hate him for who he was. Though now, his ploy of using this to get over you fell through and he had nothing left to try. Truthfully he wasn’t going to try. He loved you deeply and if he had to live with you married to someone else, he would take whatever he could get. You were his forever, he would never allow himself to love anyone else. He hated that he fought for the top spot with Jongin but the heart wants what it wants and as you said to him before he wasn’t going to not give it what it wanted.

Lying to yourself wasn’t an option anymore. You thought you would be scared seeing him in his true form, but it added so much depth to his character that you couldn’t help but be attracted. You knew now that life without Kyungsoo would throw you into a deep depression. You needed him like your organs needed blood.

Morning came and you felt your eyes had only been closed for 5 minutes. When they finally opened you quickly processed that you weren’t where you were supposed to be. There was a loud knock on the door and you looked at Kyungsoo’s sleeping form next to you. Another knock woke him up and he quickly threw the blanket over you and told you to stay quiet and lay down. He put on whatever clothing he discarded last night and shuffled over to the door.

“Oh, sorry to wake you but I’m looking for the Princess, she’s not in her room and I wondered if you knew where she was but it looks like you haven’t left your room this morning.”

You heard Vivian’s voice from under the cover and cursed under your breath. You swore you would make it back to your room last night and ended up staying with the man you definitely shouldn’t be caught with.

“I will be out momentarily and I will help you look for her. Perhaps she is outside or in another area of the castle.” Kyungsoo made up an excuse as fast as his mind could conjure and shooed Vivian away. He returned to you after he closed the door and removed the blanket from your head. “They’re looking for you, you know what today is.”

You got up and gathered all your clothes before making your way to your bathroom unseen with Kyungsoo’s help. He left your room after kissing your forehead and going to tell Vivian that he “found you”.

What a way to start off your proposal day. You’re just glad that Jongin wasn’t the one running around the castle in search for you. Vivian came knocking on the bathroom door a few minutes later.

“Why didn’t I think to check here first?” She says tapping a finger to her lips when you opened the door. “Your father has requested you meet him downstairs in 10 minutes, so we need to hurry.”

After much preparation in so little time, you made your way down to the main hall to see both of your parents, Jongin and Kyungsoo standing there. You knew what this meant and it had your nerves jumping. After such a long wait, you were finally here at the end goal, something you thought to be so far away. Jongin and Kyungsoo bowed when you reached the bottom of the stairs, a big smile plastered over Jongin’s face.

“As you know, Prince Jongin has been coming to spend his hours with us over a long period of time in hopes that he would one day ask for your hand in marriage. Today he would like to go forward with that and make you his wife so long as you should accept.”

A lump formed in your throat as your father spoke. Tears fought to leave your eyes but you held them back as much as you could.

Jongin went and bowed slightly in front of your parents. “Your highness, if you would please allow me to take your daughter as my wife and protect her with my all as her husband.”

Your parents nodded their head, your mother also fighting the urge to cry. You quickly glance at Kyungsoo whose eyes were watching you. You both knew of what you had to do and would have to deal with it for the rest of your lives. So when Jongin stepped in front of you, you knew what came next.

“Princess…will you accept my proposal and spend the rest of your life with me as my wife?” He looks over at Kyungsoo before continuing. “You will have free reign to do whatever you please as long as you promise to never let your love fade.”

You gasped softly, no longer able to contain the tears. This whole time he knew of your feelings for Kyungsoo but wouldn’t let his feelings for you dissipate. You turned such a happy moment into something sorrowful unbeknownst to the onlookers.

“I accept your proposal Jongin and you have my word.”

Cheers erupted all around you and Jongin pulled you into a hug, him too letting tears fall onto his cheeks.

Your fate was sealed, destined to marry the man of your dreams while you got the dick wet of another. There was no turning back, especially not with the child brewing in your womb belonging to the man you snuck and spent your last night single with. You would have to face the burden of it all one day but as for now, you mentally crossed off today; the day you longed so earnestly for.

[therogueflame]

The Bronze Reign Chapter 1 - Opening Move

Hi babies,

I wrote like a madman last night bc my sleepy meds dont work (AFTER TWO DAYS MIND YOU!!!!), and finished the final draft of the first chapter. I've wanted to write a big story for a while, and so I birthed this from my womb. In this universe, rhaenyra is replaced by vysaria. I know I might get some comments that "this is just rhaenyra's arc!!!1!!11" but I. do not care. this is for me. and some things are different. love you goodbye :)

✨My Masterlist✨

🖊️ My AO3 🖊️

Summary: With tragedy casting a shadow over the Red Keep, Vysaria Targaryen walks a path only she can take. In the training yard, she finds neither comfort nor sympathy, but something else entirely.

WC: 3.0k

Warnings: 18+, Childbirth Trauma/Death, Grief & Mourning, Mild Violence, Slow Burn, Daemon Targaryen

No pairings in like great detail I guess

MDNI!

King’s Landing, 112 AC

The Red Keep reeked of incense and sweat.

It had burned through the night, thick coils of fragrant smoke curling from bronze censers placed outside the Queen’s chambers, meant to ward off death, to cleanse the air of its rot.But the gods had not listened. The castle had held its breath as Queen Aemma Arryn labored through the darkness, through the long hours of the morning, her cries rising and falling like the tide. No amount of incense could mask the smell of blood and agony, no number of whispered prayers could soften the sharp, gasping sobs of a woman who had suffered this pain too many times before.

It was not the first time the castle had fallen into such a hush. Not the first time Vysaria had heard the sound of her mother’s suffering bleeding through the heavy oak doors of her chambers. Not the first time she had waited—as still and silent as the statues in the godswood—for the maesters to emerge with solemn faces and tired eyes, bearing either the news of life or death. This time, there had been no screams of a newborn, no triumphant wails of a babe gasping its first breath. Only the shuffling of feet, the rustling of linen, the low murmur of voices speaking in tones so carefully measured they might as well have been silent.

"The Queen’s body is spent," one of the maesters had muttered.

"She will bear no more children."

That was what the court would remember.

Not the dead babe, swaddled in linen, nor the weeping of the ladies-in-waiting, nor even the Queen’s grief-stricken exhaustion. There would be no second son. No spare. No boy to sit the Iron Throne after her father.

Only her.

Vysaria had not wept. She had sat at her mother’s bedside as dawn crept through the high windows, casting light over the tangled sheets, over the pale, sweat-dampened skin of the woman who had borne her. Aemma Arryn had always been delicate, her beauty a thing of air and light, with pale hair and soft blue eyes, a figure carved from ice and sky.

But today, she looked so small. Her body had been wrung dry, her breath barely more than a whisper, her fingers thin and cold where they gripped Vysaria’s hand.

"You are all I have," Aemma had whispered, voice hoarse and weary.

Vysaria had said nothing, only tightened her grip, smoothing her thumb over the back of her mother’s hand. There were no words to give. Aemma had drifted into restless sleep soon after, but Vysaria had stayed, listening to the ragged sound of her mother’s breathing, watching the weak rise and fall of her chest.She had stayed as long as she could bear it.Then she had left.

The air in the castle felt thick with expectation, like the moments after a storm, when the ground is still damp and the sky hangs low and heavy. The corridors had not yet filled with mourners, but the castle was already shifting—adjusting to the new truth. Servants moved with careful steps, keeping their voices low, their faces turned away, as if fearing that even glancing in the princess’s direction might bring misfortune upon them. The noblewomen who had gathered outside Aemma’s chambers did not try to speak to her.

Neither did her father.

Viserys had not left Aemma’s side since the night before. He had barely spoken in the hours since the babe had been lost, his grief a quiet, smoldering thing. He had always been a man who felt deeply but spoke little of his burdens, a trait Vysaria had inherited. And so she had not sought him out.

She did not want the quiet sympathy of the court, nor the empty words of lords who had never truly accepted the idea of a ruling queen. She did not want to endure the watchful eyes of the council, of men who would already be calculating, scheming, measuring her worth against what they had lost. Instead, she walked. Not to the Sept, where the noblewomen whispered their prayers. Not to her father’s solar, where the weight of the realm sat heavy on his shoulders. Instead, she let her feet carry her away from the halls of mourning and into the light of the training yard.

The training yard was alive with movement and sound, a stark contrast to the hushed, grieving halls of the Red Keep. Here, the weight of expectation did not sit so heavily on the air. The clashing of steel, the grunts of exertion, the steady bark of the master-at-arms giving instruction. It was a different kind of rhythm, one that did not falter for grief, nor bow for mourning. The court may have lowered its voice, but the men in the yard still fought, still bled, still moved forward.

The moment Vysaria stepped past the stone archway, heads turned. Not all at once, not with the obvious deference they showed her father, but she felt the shift.

Guardsmen stilled mid-motion, squires paused in their duties, knights flicked their gazes toward her before hurriedly turning away. Some held curiosity in their eyes, others wariness, but none of them stopped what they were doing. She was not unwelcome here, not truly. But neither did she belong.

Not in the way he did.

Daemon Targaryen moved through the yard like a creature born of its dust and steel, comfortable in the thick air of sweat and exertion. He stood at the center of it all, bare-armed, his silver hair damp at the nape, his leathers unfastened at the throat, a blade in his grip as he circled his opponent, a knight young and eager but already faltering. Daemon fought not like a knight, but like a man who had never once doubted his own strength. The boy came at him, blade raised, and Daemon parried the strike with the kind of effort that suggested he was barely paying attention. His smirk flickered, sharp and dangerous, before he shifted his stance, knocking his opponent off balance with a single sharp turn of his wrist. The knight staggered. Daemon caught the moment like a vulture spotting weakness. He pressed forward, quick and deliberate, forcing the young man back with a series of effortless, punishing strikes.

It was not a duel. It was a lesson.

And then, with a flick of his blade and a cruel tilt of his smile, Daemon sent the boy’s sword clattering to the dirt. The knight sucked in a sharp breath, face flushed with exertion, defeat written into every line of his body. Daemon only smirked. "Next time, try not to look so desperate."

The boy stiffened but wisely said nothing. He gave a quick, stiff bow and retreated, swordless, breathless, and utterly dismissed. It was then that Daemon turned. For a moment, he simply looked at her, dark amusement flickering in his violet gaze.Vysaria remained still, chin tilted, letting the moment stretch just long enough before she spoke.

"You should be gentler with them."

Daemon exhaled sharply, a laugh barely hidden beneath his breath. He wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, watching her with interest now, not just amusement.

"If I were gentler," he drawled, "they would learn nothing."

The knight he had beaten scrambled away, muttering under his breath.

Vysaria let out a quiet laugh. "You enjoy terrifying them."

"Of course I do." Daemon stretched lazily, rolling his shoulders. "Why else would I bother?"

She arched a brow. "To teach them, perhaps?"

"They are not my students," he said simply, stepping toward her. "I am not their master."

She met his gaze as he approached, as he invaded the space between them without hesitation.

Daemon had never been a man who knew restraint.

"Then what are they to you?" she asked.

His smirk deepened. "Entertainment."

Vysaria hummed, tilting her head slightly. "Shouldn’t you be offering my mother your sympathies instead?"

Daemon scoffed, too close now, though she did not step away.

"Your mother does not want my sympathies," he said. "Nor would she welcome them."

"That is true," Vysaria admitted.

A pause.

The air between them was charged, something unspoken curling around them, weaving through the dust and heat of the yard. She could feel the weight of eyes upon her, from knights, squires, and onlookers, but none dared interrupt. Daemon studied her, the teasing edge to his expression fading just slightly.

"And you?" he asked, voice lower now. "Do you want sympathies?"

Vysaria let out a breath of laughter. "From you? No."

His smirk returned, sharper this time. "Then why are you here, little niece?"

Little niece.

A familiar phrase, one he had used many times before, always spoken with something like amusement, like possession, like promise. She did not answer him right away. She had not come to the yard with intention, had not planned to seek him out, and yet, here she was. She stepped toward him now, slow and unhurried, her fingers grazing along the pommel of a nearby practice sword.

"Do you wish me gone, uncle?"

"Never."

The word was soft, but firm.

Vysaria smiled. "Then perhaps I simply wished for company that does not expect me to weep."

Daemon tilted his head, his gaze flickering over her with that same unreadable expression. "You have always been stronger than them."

"That is what they fear," she murmured.

"That is what they should fear," he corrected.

The morning sun cast sharp shadows across his features, the light glinting in his eyes.

She had always known Daemon was dangerous.Had always known she should keep her distance. And yet, she never did. His gaze flickered to her hand, the way her fingers idly traced the hilt of a sword. His smirk deepened.

"Do you intend to fight me, little niece?"

"Would you be afraid if I did?"

Daemon laughed, low and delighted. "Not afraid. But I would enjoy it."

Her smile did not falter. "Then you should spar with me."

He lifted a brow. "Have you been training in secret?"

"No," she admitted. "But I have watched. And I am a quick learner."

"Is that so?"

She did not reply. Instead, she reached for a blade, testing its weight in her hand.Daemon watched her with something new in his eyes.Not just amusement.Something closer to curiosity. She did not raise the sword. Not yet .Instead, she turned it over in her palm, running her thumb along the hilt.

"Or," she mused, glancing back at him, "perhaps there is somewhere with shade. The morning has been long, and I find I am not yet done with your company."

His smirk widened.

"Come," he said, plucking the sword from her hands with casual ease. "The terrace is cooler. I will have wine brought."

She hesitated, then nodded. And with that, they stepped away from the training yard, the clang of steel and shouted commands fading behind them. Unseen eyes followed their departure, some out of curiosity, others out of quiet speculation.

The Red Keep was vast, but Vysaria knew its paths well, where the stones were worn smooth by centuries of footsteps and where the corridors twisted away from the prying eyes of courtiers. She and Daemon walked in silence, their steps measured, neither in a hurry nor lingering.

It was only when they emerged onto the terrace, high above the sprawl of the city, that the hush between them settled into something else. Beyond the walls of the Red Keep, King’s Landing stretched beneath the midday sun, its streets teeming with merchants and common folk, carts rattling over cobblestones, and the distant hum of voices rising and falling like the tide. The Blackwater Bay shimmered in the distance, an endless stretch of blue where ships drifted toward the docks, their sails snapping in the wind. Here, away from the weight of duty and expectation, the world felt vast, open—untouched by the whispers of courtiers and the ever-watchful eyes of the court.

The terrace was shaded by heavy crimson awnings, the heat of the day tempered by the occasional sea breeze curling through the open archways. A table had already been set with a pitcher of chilled wine and two goblets, no doubt arranged by Daemon. By the time they arrived, he was already reaching for the pitcher, pouring himself a drink with practiced ease. As Vysaria stepped forward, he lifted the goblet to his lips, watching her over the rim with that ever-present glint of amusement in his eyes.

"You lingered in the training yard longer than usual," he observed, filling the second cup before sliding it toward her.

Vysaria took it without hesitation, lifting it to her lips but not yet drinking. "And you enjoyed making a spectacle of yourself, as usual."

Daemon smirked. "If I am to be watched, I might as well be admired."

She did drink then, the cool wine sliding down her throat, sharp and crisp. The heat of the training yard had settled into her skin, a dull, lingering warmth, and the shade of the terrace was a welcome relief. Daemon settled into one of the carved chairs, stretching lazily, one arm draped over the back. He looked pleased with himself, the way he always did when he knew eyes had been on him.

But he was watching her too closely now, his amusement tinged with something else.

"You did not come just to watch me fight," he said.

Vysaria tilted her head. "Did I not?"

"If you had," Daemon mused, "you would have joined me sooner. Instead, you lingered at the edge of the yard, watching, waiting." He tapped a finger against the rim of his goblet. "You were thinking."

"I often think, Uncle. It is a dreadful habit of mine."

"And what occupied your mind so heavily this time?"

She could have lied.

Could have offered some clever remark, some polite deflection. But she did not.

"The court," she said instead, swirling the wine in her cup. "How they look at me now. What they whisper."

Daemon exhaled, long and slow, before setting his goblet down. "And what is it they whisper, little niece?"

She leaned against the table, eyes flicking toward the city beyond. "That I am my mother’s only child. That I will bear no brother to secure my claim." A pause. "That I must wed wisely."

Daemon said nothing at first, only watching her.

And then, "They are right."

Vysaria’s gaze snapped back to him, sharp.

Daemon did not flinch. "You must wed wisely. The court will not wait long before they begin pressing names upon your father. They will dress it in concern and loyalty, but make no mistake, they will want a husband who bends easily, one they can control through you."

She held his gaze. "You think me so easily controlled?"

He let out a soft, dangerous laugh. "Not at all. But there are men in that court who do. And worse, there are those who will not care for control." His voice lowered, his smirk fading just slightly. "They will only care for power."

Her fingers curled around the goblet. "A husband to rule through me, or a husband to rule over me."

"Exactly."

She exhaled slowly, tilting her head back against the stone chair, the weight of it all pressing against her spine.The truth of it had always been there, waiting for her to acknowledge it.She had always known that her fate was not truly her own.That her father loved her, yes, but love would not stop him from choosing what was best for the realm. That the lords of Westeros did not care for who she was, only for what she could offer them. Alysanne Targaryen had been the last ruling queen, but she had ruled beside Jaehaerys, a man the realm had loved and obeyed. Vysaria had no such man. Not yet.

"You think my father will listen to their suggestions?" she asked after a moment.

Daemon smirked. "Viserys is not as blind as they believe him to be. He will know that who you wed will shape your reign. He will not choose lightly."

"But he will choose."

Daemon studied her, something unreadable flickering in his eyes.

"Unless you choose first."

The words settled between them, lingering, thick and heavy.

Vysaria did not look away.

She could hear the meaning beneath his voice, could feel the weight of the air between them shift. Daemon had never been subtle. And yet, this moment was different. A dangerous line stood between them, a line neither of them had yet crossed. But gods, it was so close now. She let the silence stretch a moment longer before she finally spoke.

"I suppose I must be careful, then," she said, swirling the wine in her cup. "Lest I find myself promised to some weak-blooded lordling before I have had the chance to refuse."

Daemon laughed, but there was something sharper beneath it. "That would be a tragedy indeed."

She lifted her goblet to her lips, watching him over the rim. "I suppose you shall have to remain close, Uncle. To ensure that I make no poor choices."

His eyes gleamed. "Oh, I intend to."

She set the goblet down, tapping a single finger against the rim. A slow, knowing gesture. His smirk deepened. She rose to her feet, stretching out her arms slightly before turning toward the open archway. "The day is still long. I must return to my mother soon."

Daemon leaned back in his chair, watching her movements with that same sharp gaze. "Of course."

She stepped toward the exit, but before she passed through, she glanced over her shoulder.

"Enjoy the rest of your wine, Uncle."

And then, without waiting for his response, she left.

Daemon did not move for a long while.Then, finally, he picked up his goblet once more, swirling the wine before taking a slow, deliberate sip.The taste lingered.

Much like her.

[lovxrly]

𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘹𝘳𝘭𝘺'𝘴 𝐰𝐞𝐛𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐬

ׂ╰┈➤ my taste, for reference:

: ̗̀➛ dislikes: love triangles, reverse harems, extreme slow burns, enemies to lovers : ̗̀➛ female lead pining after male lead > the inverse : ̗̀➛ favorite tropes: opposites attract, second chances, ugly duckling/mistreated mc, arranged marriage, revenge

disclaimer: some are 18+ and include questionable dynamics/not all depict healthy relationships (par for the course w romance unfortunately)

-ˏˋ⋆ family/child mc ⋆ˊˎ-

​I SHALL MASTER THIS FAMILY good plot and character development, smart mc and very nice art. THE MALE LEAD'S LITTLE LION DAUGHTER goofy + cute, no need to use your brain while reading. MOTHERS CONTRACT MARRIAGE​ beautiful art, mc is the daughter of a woman who has regressed after being abusive towards mc in their her life, well written from the pov of a naive child. THE ARCHDUKES ADOPTED SAINT​ lots of sibling/family dynamics, interesting plot. MY GENTLY RAISED BEAST sweet read, cute art. I FAILED TO DIVORCE MY HUSBAND frustrating and codependent at times but an overall interesting read. BEING LOVED FOR THE FIRST TIME adorable. lots of family dynamics and super cute art. CAN WE BECOME FAMILY interesting plot. BORN A PRINCESS very cute, the mc's resistance gets a bit frustrating but is understandable and adds to the character and plot progression as opposed to just drawing it out. THE BABY PRISONER IN THE WINTER CASTLE frustrating plot but still a cute read REBORN AS A CHARACTER THAT NEVER EXISTED super interesting plot, mc can be frustrating at times but is mostly understandable. THE VILLAIN'S PRECIOUS DAUGHTER not the deepest read but still interesting, mc is fairly smart ​THE WORLD WITHOUT MY SISTER WHO EVERYONE LOVED stunning art, novel is better but that's to be expected. I ADOPTED A VILLAINOUS DAD another cute read. I'M WORRIED THAT MY BROTHER IS TOO GENTLE didn't expect to like this as much as i did. BABY PRINCESS THROUGH THE STATUS WINDOW simple but good, a comfort read for me. ADOPTED BY A MURDEROUS DUKE FAMILY another interesting read.

-ˏˋ⋆ adult couples ⋆ˊˎ-

「 historical 」 FOR MY DERELICT FAVORITE so funny, lots of cringe but makes me audibly laugh often so i let it slide. fun plot, a bit existential at times. one of my all time favs. WHAT IT MEANS TO BE YOU not the darkest but still dark romance, great character development, very cute ending. PLEASE, MARRY ME AGAIN HUSBAND! love, love, love. some plots holes and corny at times but so fluffy. very likeable characters, another fav. HOW TO GET MY HUSBAND ON MY SIDEI THOUGHT IT'S A COMMON POSSESSION so so so so good. highly recommend. female lead is ignorant at times but we let it slide. i don't usually like stories with games/systems however it's executed well. novel is better but still - highly recommend. MARRIAGE OF CONVENIENCEKARINA'S LAST DAYS beautiful. overlooked female lead + regretful family, one of my favs.​ HOW TO HIDE THE EMPEROR'S CHILDFATHER, I DON'T WANT THIS MARRIAGEI PICKED UP THE SECOND MALE LEAD AFTER THE ENDING frustrating at times but has an interesting plot, lots of drama. VALIA, TRIBUTE TO SHUDEN LUCIA​ THE VILLAINESS NEEDS HER TYRANT i am in love with this story. HONEY, I'M GOING ON STRIKE gets a bit convoluted as it goes on but still a fun read. ​THE VILLAINESS CAPTURED THE GRAND DUKE THE MALE LEAD'S NEPHEW LIKES ME SO MUCH MY BELOVED OPPRESSOR dark romance done well. hard find. I'VE BECOME A TRUE VILLAINESS I BECAME THE TYRANTS SECRETARY I HAVE NO HEALTHI HAVE BECOME THE HERO'S RIVAL makes me oddly emotional. I GOT MARRIED TO A VILLAIN ROYAL MARRIAGE I BECAME THE MOTHER OF THE BLOODY MALE LEAD highly, highly recommend. female lead has a good brain. I WILL SURRENDER MY POSITION AS THE EMPRESS MY HUSBAND WHO HATES ME HAS LOST HIS MEMORIES pure angst, enjoy reading when i want my heart stomped on. THE MALE LEAD MONSTER LIVES UNDER MY BED​ VIRTUES OF THE VILLAINESS a classic 2 me THE PROBLEMATIC PRINCE the title does not lie. male lead is an asshole, female lead is naive but refreshingly self aware. beautiful art as well. THE POSSESSIVE TYRANT AND HIS SLEEPY CAT cute read, doesn't require much brain usage A FLOWERY PATH FOR THE DEVASTATED MALE LEAD I WAS THE REAL OWNER OF ELHEIM I SAW THE FUTURE WITH THE KILLER GRAND DUKE WILL MY DOTING HUSBAND LOVE ME AGAIN? not very well placed but still wonderful if you enjoy established relationships. +:ꔫ:+ 「 modern 」 A FRIENDSHIP SO IMPURE​ absolutely lovely. unique art and a very satisfying epilogue. MARRY MY HUSBANDA DEMON'S WISH fun read. THORNS OF WARMTH one of my favs, love the art and characters. wish it was updated more. often. THERE MUST BE HAPPY ENDINGS

-ˏˋ⋆ stories i actively dislike ⋆ˊˎ-

UNDER THE OAK TREE DON'T GRAB ONTO THE BROKEN BRANCH I THOUGHT I DIDN'T HAVE LONG TO LIVE SICKLY HUSBAND'S CONTRACTUAL WIFE TO THOSE WHO LONG FOR MY DESTRUCTION THE VILLAINESS LIVES TWICE

[ladylamrian]

Lamrian's Sleeping Beauty 🌹

Female Main Character: Alexis (Alex)

Pairing: F!MC×NikRyder

Summary: Once upon a Fairytale...

Word Count: 3.1 K words

Rating: General (Fairytale AU, Fluff)

Warnings: none

-> My complete Nightbound Masterlist <-

Choices Nightbound Taglist: @lilyoffandoms ; @secretaryunpaid ; @blackcatkita ; @infactnoimmasitinthemiddle ; @mikaelsrose ; @peonierose ; @jdstar88 ; @hopelessromantic1352 ; @tessa-liam ; @mxdanni ; @mariemarieohcontrary ; @rosepetals1 ; @stars-are-within-me ; @dutifullynuttywitch ; @artbyalz ; @bri1234 ; @loreofyore ; @choicesficwriterscreations ; @choicesjanuary2025 [Prompt: First Kiss / First Love / First relationship]

Comments via Reblog wholeheartedly welcome

Author's note: Inspired by Disney The Sleeping Beauty 🌹👑

Once upon a time, in a kingdom not so far away lived Elric, the King of Lamrian. The fae king fell in love with a beautiful human named Jacqueline.

One night, as the moonlight filtered through the castle windows, King Elric found himself immersed in a dream filled with shimmering light. In this ethereal vision, an elderly woman behind a veil and golden eyes with a powerful voice. She promised him that soon, the couple would be blessed with a precious little miracle, filling their lives with joy and wonder.

The very next day, the king's lover, Jacqueline found out that she was expecting. The couple rejoiced they couldn't believe it. It was a dream come true.

Months went by and everything was going perfectly. Jacqueline's body was strong, the baby was healthy. Everyone in the kingdom was excited. The day finally came, and the child was born. A beautiful baby girl with silvery hair was presented. The new parents were so overjoyed that tears of joy filled their eyes.

They named her Alexis, and from that moment on, she filled their lives with joy and warmth. Her presence was a radiant light that brought them together, and they loved her deeply, pouring all their hearts into nurturing and cherishing her.

Yet, one fae stood in opposition to the arrival of Princess Alexis... Her young stepbrother, Tialo. Consumed by jealousy, he plotted to ensure that the princess would never experience happiness, determined to preserve his status as the sole heir to King Elric.

"I will not accept this child into my family, just as I refuse to accept Jacqueline as your romantic partner, father. That bastard child will never know love," Tialo, the cursed fae child, asserted firmly.

"Tialo, you're my son. How could you do this me and Jacqueline?!! Even your mother, Thalissa openly welcomed her."

"Yes, my son. We're family now. Let's welcome the newborn together.", Tialo's mother, Lady Thalissa wished.

With a surge of anger, the jealous boy suddenly appeared in the darkened sky, his figure silhouetted against a backdrop of roiling black clouds. Jagged bolts of lightning illuminated his face, casting eerie shadows that danced across his features. The air crackled with tension as the storm brewed around him, thunder rumbling like an angry beast. Below, the king and his partner stood transfixed, their expressions a mix of horror and disbelief, as they witnessed the manifestation of the boy's jealousy, an unstoppable force of nature threatening to unleash chaos upon them.

He hovered above the guests, his face twisted with malice.

"I curse this child on this day," he boomed, "When she touches a spinning wheel on her 25th birthday, she will prick her finger and fall into a sleep-like death..."

Elric, Jaqueline and everyone else shaked in fear. How could they stop this curse and protect the child?

Suddenly an old, wise lady appeared who was known as The Fate. She had watched everything in silence, and now it was her turn to speak.

"I cannot undo the curse," she said, "But I can modify it. The princess will prick her finger on a spinning wheel, but she will not die. She will fall into a sleep-like death until her true love's kiss."

The father and mother were are little relieved now when they heard the new twist in the curse. They could keep their daughter safe. They could keep her away from spinning wheels. At least, that's what they thought...

"No matter what you do," the Fate informed, "The princess will prick her finger on a spinning wheel. But don't despair, for there will be a way for you to protect her. When the princess turns 25, the curse will come true. On her 25th birthday, you must isolate her in a tower. With no spinning wheels to be found, she will be safe."

Elric and Jacqueline didn't want to imprison their daughter, but they saw no other choice. The Fate's advice seemed the only way to keep their beloved Alexis safe.

And with that, there was a decision made. They ordered that all spinning wheels be burned and hidden. On the eve before her 25th birthday, the princess would be brought to a high tower in the middle of the forest, far away from the kingdom.

"This is for the best," the king tried to console himself. "We will keep Alexis safe and the curse will be broken when she meets her true love."

"But Elric, that's ridiculous. Do you really believe in the Fate? There is no way she will meet her true love just like this."

"Jacqueline, my love. I truly understand your worry, and it breaks my heart to see my shining star away from us. We'll find a way, but for now, this seems to be the safest step. Do not worry, Lady Thalissa and the other fae will take care and protect our Alexis there."

But Tialo was not happy. Despite the king's best efforts, he watched closely from the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to strike. He bided his time, knowing that the curse was still in effect. All he had to do was be patient and wait for Alex's 25th birthday.

As the years passed, Princess Alexis grew up in the tower, unaware of the world outside of the curse laid upon her. She lived a simple life, entertained by stories and the presence of a group of fae who had taken care of her since her birth.

"Garrus, I'm heading outside for a little walk. I'll be back soon.", the young girl called out.

The princess went on a stroll in the woods. There she met a handsome stranger who caught her interest. She stood a few meters safely away from him and couldn't stop daydreaming. He was young and muscular with an athletic body, and his blonde hair whipped back.

"Wow, he looks so good."

Eventually, the young man noticed her presence and called for attention.

"Hey!"

"Oh... Hello. I was about to leave.", she apologized as her cheeks turned into a soft pink shade.

"No, wait. Please don't leave. And don't apologize. I was just curious and... I was interested to know your name.", he nervously confessed.

"Oh?"

"Is there a name to put on your lovely face?", the mysterious man asked as he started to feel attracted towards the beautiful, young woman in front of him.

"Alexis. But you can call me Alex. What about you?"

"Nik. Nik Ryder."

Nik studied Alex for a moment and admired her slender figure, her beautiful eyes, and her rosy lips until their gazes met again. There was an awkward pause. It was as if the air around them was charged, and for some reason, all the noise from the outside felt distant. He broke eye contact to look down at her and he couldn't help an amused smile.

"May I ask why were you looking at me like that before?"

"Oh, sorry. I just... I haven't met many people outside yet. Especially men. But you seem quite interesting." she tried to explain without letting him know how attractive she found him.

The man seemed surprised, but also very pleased by her words. He smiled while taking another step closer so they were now standing only a few inches apart. She didn't move away from him, and both stared into her eyes.

"And I find you very lovely, Alex.", he dared to confess. The man always had difficulties to show his feelings, but she seemed special.

With a little time, the young couple got to know each other very well and spent some time together. They went for a stroll, listened to each other's stories, and then decided to play hide and seek.

"Come and find me, Nik."

"Gotcha.", he called as he sneaked from behind her, which made her first gasp and then giggle.

Her laughter and smile filled his heart. If only this moment would last forever. They spend the rest of the day outside enjoying themselves.

On the day before Alex's 25th birthday, her parents visited her tower, their hearts full of anxiety. They had done everything they could to keep her safe, but they knew the curse was still out there, perhaps waiting to strike.

As the night approached, the parents said their goodbyes to their daughter, hoping this wouldn't be the last time they would see her. They left, the tower became quiet, and the princess went to sleep, unaware that the next day would change her life forever.

As the sun crept below the horizon, The evil watched from the shadows. Tonight was the night. All the pieces were falling into place.

Dark magic was in the air. The evil stepbrother knew that everything was going to plan, and couldn't wait to reap the reward.

The sky darkened, and the moon rose high. It was the eve of Alex's 25th birthday. The time had come. Tialo revealed himself in the night. A dark shadow with an evil smile.

He approached the tower, his green eyes fixed on the top, where the princess slept unknowingly. After all these years, this was his chance to make the prophecy and his curse come true...

"This was going to be too easy...", he sneered.

He entered the room silently, his footsteps barely making a sound. The jealous boy crept towards the sleeping princess, feeling the curse tingling at his fingertips.

As the moonlit shone through the window, the evil fae stood over Alex. The princess slept, unaware of the danger lurking close by.

Tialo smiled, savoring the moment. He looked at the spinning wheel at the corner of the room and approached it. His eyes gleamed in the moonlight as he prepared to put his wicked plan into action. The boy gently touched the smooth wood of the spinning wheel. His long fingers traced the sharp metal spindle, and he could feel the magic of the curse coursing through it.

With a sly smile, the fae touched it and the wheel came to life. It whirled around in the pale light, spinning fast and with an almost sinister hum. The hum grew louder as the wheels picked up speed. Alex stirred in her sleep, but she remained blissfully unaware of what was taking place. The spinning wheel spun faster and faster, the metal spindle a silver flash in the dim light. The fae watched the smirk still on his face, waiting for the right moment to strike. The spindle whirled, spinning with a deadly grace. The young fae leaned in a sick grin on her face. The tip of the spindle spun in a blur, getting closer and closer to the bed. The room was quiet, almost holding its breath. Even the hum of the spinning wheel seemed to pause. Only inches away from the sleeping child. The one who cursed the princess watched with anticipation, his eyes narrowed. This was it. After all these years, the curse would finally be fulfilled.

As blood fell from Alex’s finger to the spinning wheel below, the room seemed to hold its breath. The villain's grin grew wider as his revenge finally achieved.

"Yes. Yes!! Yes!!!! Finally..."

Then, in an instant, the curse took effect. Alex, as if under a spell, began to fall. Her body slumped, falling into a sleep like death.

"This will be your life for an eternity, halfling," the fae sneered. "And there's nothing anyone can do to save you."

He left the room, his wicked work was done. The curse was fulfilled, and Alex was doomed to sleep until her true love's kiss awoke her. But would true love ever find her?

And so, the young lady stayed in the tower, asleep in a deep enchantment. The king and queen, devastated by the curse and could do nothing to wake her. The evil had won, and all they could do now was hope and pray.

The years passed, and the legend of the sleeping princess spread far and wide. People spoke of her beauty, the curse, and the hope that one day, true love would find her.

Yet, despite the curse, there was a glimmer of hope. Tales of a hero, the Prince of Swords who would journey through the treacherous lands. This prince, they said, would not be deterred by evil forces. He would fight through dangerous challenges and creatures to get to the princess and break the curse.

With the hero's journey through the harsh lands, he eventually reached the tower. There, against all odds, he was able to climb up to the sleeping beauty's room. There he finally discovered the sleeping princess. Her beauty untouched by the years. He approached her bed, a mix of nervousness.

"Damn, the sleeping princess is Alex??! God, she's still hella beautiful. Just like the last time I saw her."

The young man closed his eyes, his lips a mere inch away from the hers.

"Hmmm, only a true love's kiss can wake her. Could I be the one? Even if not, a try is worth it. I just hope she'll awake soon. Nobody deserves this. If I find that bastard who did this..."

Taking a deep breath to calm down, Nik closed the distance between him and the sleeping beauty. When his lips touched Alex's in a gentle, tender kiss, it seemed like time freezed and the world seemed to hold its breath. For a moment, nothing happened, but then, slowly, slowly her eyelashes fluttered open.

"Holy light, did I just...?"

The princess stirred, her gaze slowly focusing on the stranger before her. She blinked, disoriented and still confused.

"Huh?"

"Hey, it's me. Nik. We met in the woods. It's been so long.

"Nik? Nik Ryder?"

"Jesus, you remember me!! Yeah, it's me. I'm lucky we meet again. And I kinda missed you, Alex.", Nik shyly confessed as he gently stroked her silvery hair.

He helped the young princess sit up, supporting her as she adjusted to being awake again after so many years. She gazed around, taking in her surroundings.

"And how long have I been asleep?"

The man held her hand, his voice gentle.

"Many years. I heard about the curse but never thought it would be you. You've been asleep for a very long time, but you're finally awake now. The curse is broken, and you're free."

"Curse? How did the curse break?"

Nik smiled softly, his silvery-blue eyes never leaving hers.

"With a kiss. Only a true love's kiss. It broke the curse and awakened you from your deep slumber, my lady."

"True love? Did you kiss me?"

"Yeah, sorry. I... I think I have fallen in love with you, Alex. I never thought that I would ever feel that way or even be capable of breaking the curse. But since that day I met you in the woods, I couldn't think about anything or anyone else than you. I love you, Alex. Princess or not, you're the one."

"My beauty comes from my fae genes, I guess. And I feel the same about you since the beginning. I love you too, Nik. Love at first sight."

"Really? But you're royalty and I'm no fancy prince or noble. Just an ordinary guy."

"True love can make anything possible, Nik. Like breaking this curse. And I want only you, my love."

Nik and Alex watched each other as the love between them grew stronger with every passing moment.

"And now..." the prince said, bringing Alex's hand to his lips and kissing it gently, "It is time for us to live our lives together, free from the shadows of curses and despair."

When the young man and the princess approached the kingdom, the word spread like wildfire that the princess had been rescued from her magical slumber. As the young couple reached the gates, the people gathered and their faces filled with joy and wonder at the sight of their awakened princess.

King Elric and Jacqueline streamed tears of happiness down their faces and rushed to embrace their beloved daughter. They held her tight, their voices filled with relief and gratitude.

"Our daughter," the king said, his voice choked with emotion. "Our beautiful daughter is awake. We thought we'd never see you again."

"Father, Mother...", she sobbed.

"Our dear child," she whispered. "You have no idea how much we have missed you, how much we have wept for you. But now, you're awake, and you're here with us, safe and sound."

"Nik saved me."

The parents discovered the mysterious man a few feet away and their expressions filled with sincere gratitude.

"We owe you a debt of gratitude, young man," the king said, his voice filled with appreciation. "You brought my child back. You have rescued our daughter from her cursed sleep. How can we ever thank you?"

"No thanks are necessary, your Majesties," he said. "I did what I had to do to break the curse and awaken the princess. Seeing her free and reunited with you is enough for me."

Princess Alexis rushed towards her hero to kiss him. The man was taken aback for a moment, his cheeks flushing a faint pink.

"Uh... Princess..." he stuttered, a mixture of surprise and joy on his face.

"Sorry, I just... um, wanted to thank you," she said, her eyes sparkling. "For everything you've done. For rescuing me from that cursed sleep."

Nik, still a bit thrown off guard, managed to compose himself and smiled gently at the princess.

"There's no need for thanks," he said. "I'm just glad I was able to help, to break the curse and bring you back to your family. And... to you."

The princess smiled back, her heart fluttering with a newfound affection for the brave man who saved her. The king and his wife looked on, their faces filled with warmth and happiness at the budding love between their daughter and her rescuer.

The kingdom rejoiced at the return of their awakened princess. A grand celebration was held, with music, dancing, and feasting. The streets were filled with laughter and joy as the people celebrated the end of the curse and the beginning of a new, brighter era. Amidst the festivities, Nik and Princess Alexis found themselves stealing glances at each other, both of them unable to deny the growing attraction between them.

It took some courage for the young lady until she joined him to ask for a dance.

"Nik, may I have this dance with you?"

"I'm actually a bit rusty and not that good at dancing. But I'll make an exception, gorgeous," he answered happily, offering her his hand. "It would be my honor to dance with you, Princess."

"Thank you, Nik. Call me by my name and don't worry... I won't let you fall."

As they took their positions on the dance floor, Nik gently took Alex's hand in his. The warmth of their touch sends a jolt of electricity through them both. The music swirled around them, and they began to move in sync, their bodies flowing together as they waltzed across the dance floor.

"Okay, Krom, you know that never happened, right?", Nik criticized Krom's rewrite of the Sleeping Beauty.

A group of friends gathered together in Garrus's bar in New Orleans, called the Graveyard Shift, to wind up, have drinks, and chat. Tonight, Krom, their stone troll friend, was sharing his new written work with his companions who he considered as his heroes and his inspiration. His last work was "Beauty & Beast".

"Well, I love your story. You even mentioned me, Krom darling.", Garrus praised the stone troll before planting a quick kiss on his gray, stony cheek, which slightly turned into a soft shade of pink.

"Don't listen to Nik, Krom. I enjoyed your story. You made me a happy princess with a cute love story between me and Nik. And my mom living happily together with my father. I love it!", Alex encouraged him.

"But it never happened like this, rook. Tialo is younger than you."

"Woah, stop. Krom did nothing wrong. Yes, Tialo is younger than me, but he was already born before me. He's a fae, and fae alter differently and more slowly than humans. Which makes me older than him. A little complicated, I know."

"But Alex, the story..."

"Hey, Krom is the writer. Let him get creative and write whatever he wants. Come on, he even made you the hero of the story.", Alex argued with his boyfriend while she cuddled further for a hug.

"Well, true. If there won't be any stories of my failures, this man has nothing to worry about. But no publishing, cuz I have a reputation to hold. Or at least change the names.", the hunter requested which Krom would have agreed anyways.

The stone troll wrote a few such stories about the group, which were never meant for the public. Only for him and his beloved friends. Only for them and none other. With love.

Why Alex and Nik in the Sleeping Beauty? 🌹

Since birth Princess Aurora from Disney - The Sleeping Beauty and my Nightbound Main Character, Alex were seperated from their royal family and later, found out the truth of their parents and social status at their birthday. And then... they found true love.

Like Aurora, Alex loves the nature and its animals. She might be only a half-fae but she is still a fae, and fae are bound by nature.

Aurora and Alex live in a world full of magic and their lovers fight evil creatures. They would do anything for their beloved, even risk their lifes. And these men even united her with her family.

[fioreofthemarch]

Finding Her - Chapter 19

Link makes notes, takes photos and keeps time on his quest across Hyrule, in the hopes of finding Zelda and staying sane until he does. [ Previous | Next | First | AO3 ]

Log date: 17:35. 9th month, 18th day 104AC Location: Lookout Landing, Emergency Shelter  Weather: Overcast, drizzle 

Arm hurts, really hurts. A Yiga got me there. In a bad way, but getting better. 

Don’t know where to start or where to end. It’s Autumn already, but it was Summer yesterday. Talk of a Blood Moon soon. Or did that already happen? Head’s swimming. Losing my grip a little and then suddenly I’m

Upstairs, in the loft, dozing. Zelda’s downstairs. Where’s the flour? she asks, I want to bake something. It’s been over a hundred years! So we try but I’m a better cook than a baker and she’s a culinary mad scientist. No measuring cups, no recipes, just vibes. We’re sitting on the floor waiting for the cake to bake, flour everywhere, and then she’s on my lap, then her lips are on mine, then her apron is gone along with the rest of our clothes, and when I wake up in bed next to her, there’s still flour in her hair. 

Was that yesterday or the day before? Trying to hold on. Time flowing through me like air out a window. If I reach out I can catch moments in my palm: Standing with Scorpis under a sunshade, waiting for the rain to pass. He’s telling me it’s a family legend that his great-grandfather was a Knight, like me. Then I’m with Jerrin, getting my bandages changed. She says it’s a miracle I survived, or perhaps the Goddess’ idea of a joke. Then Muzu is insisting we train the soldiers harder, but Slergo and Offrak say people are already working their guts off. Gralens hands me the latest edition of the Lucky Clover Gazette. Buliara and Harth take inventory of my gear and weapons. Mubs reads me a letter from Garini, who says hi. 

I’m here. I’m trying to be here. They’re saying the Sages are on their way to Lookout Landing. They say victory is near. But all I wanted was her, and that future only half-dreamed. The one where we have a house on a hill and it’s being renovated to add a library. Zelda’s downstairs, reviewing the plans over a cup of tea, and I’m upstairs, in the loft, checking on the baby. He was a winter-born child, like me, so he’s strong. There’s a cake in the oven. And it’s a good one.

A photograph of the kitchen in the Emergency Shelter. It’s quite orderly, as though someone has recently given it a tidy, though some jars of flour, sugar, milk and yeast are still out of place. There is a fire crackling below the stove.

Caption: Does she prefer vanilla or chocolate icing? I should know this…

---

Log date: 19:34. 9th month, 21st day 104AC Location: Passeri Greenbelt, Hyrule Field   Weather: Partly cloudy 

Cool morning. Trees are going red now. Rode out with the Monster Control Crew at noon. There’s a camp nearby that they hit once every few weeks, but each time it gets rebuilt a little closer to Lookout Landing. We prayed at the Goddess Statue before we left. Paya is here now, leading the services. As the hours tick down, all round the clock, people pray. 

The Sages arrived two days ago. Impa and Robbie not long after that. Here to give every last Message Medallion a service, Robbie said, while Impa handed Josha a stack of ancient texts to translate. Then, an emergency meeting with the Sages. They’re fidgeting, they’ve heard the rumours. Purah starts saying something but I stop her. They won’t believe the truth from anyone but me. Don’t know what I said, only that I tried to think of how Zelda would tell them, if she were in my place. 

Felt like all hell broke loose after. Gasps, cries, bowed heads, furious tears and vows of vengeance. All that anger and grief is a torch to a powder keg. Suddenly Purah is saying we march at dawn, tomorrow we avenge our Princess and destroy the Demon King! And I’m standing there unable to breathe because I realise I'm not ready. I can’t face him yet and I don’t know why. And I’m trying to think of how to say that without freaking everyone out, because your hero isn’t exactly meant to have second thoughts… when it’s Josha who saves me one final time. 

‘You can’t go!’ she cries. She grabs some ancient book and flips through the pages, pointing to what looks like a lunar chart, with a bright red circle at its centre. ‘There is a Blood Moon tomorrow! If it happens while you’re down in the Depths, it could be a disaster!’ 

More whispers. A bit of back and forth. Purah brushes her off as paranoid, but then the Sheikah gather around a couple calendars and do a few calculations, and in the end, the attack is called off. 

So Ganondorf got himself another day, and so did I. Can’t delay forever but… there’s just something not settled in me yet. When we win this, everyone else’s lives go back to normal. 

But what about mine? 

A photograph of the night sky, clear as glass and only broken up by the pinprick lights from distant stars. Low above the horizon, almost pulsating, is a huge, crimson moon. 

Caption: She was right, the little rebel. 

---

Log date: 10:00. 9th month, 22nd day 104AC Location: Sanidin Park Ruins, Hyrule Ridge Weather: Fine 

They’ll have realised I left by now. I put a note on my pillow promising to come back by sun-down. Have to keep moving in case they send scouts after me. 

Not abandoning them. Would never dream of it. But I promised myself to chase every lead and this last one is for me. 

Read through the Lucky Clover Gazette this morning and a headline on page 8 caught my eye. WINGED WRITER HANGS UP HIS FLYING GOGGLES. Penn? He’s leaving the Gazette? He told me that Traysi loved his work. I have a great all-weather climbing set to show for it. 

Might be stalling. Might not. Just want to figure this one out. Penn was looking for Zelda too, after all. And maybe searching for something else along the way – a reason to wake up each morning, get back on the trail, and soar long… 

He deserves to know what happened, or at least for someone to thank him for his hard work. Or maybe I just want to see a friendly face, before the end of it all. 

A photograph of the said Lucky Glover Gazette article, held up for the camera, the greenery of Hyrule Field just visible in the background. There is an illustration of Penn literally hanging up his goggles, with a pantomimed look of resignation on his face. 

Caption: You can take the man out of the newspaper… 

---

Log date: 15:50. 9th month, 22nd day 104AC Location: Great Sky Island, Central Hyrule Archipelago  Weather: Clear

I found Penn on Washa’s Bluff, in a gazebo where an old friend and I sat once. Kass would sing until the sun went down, and as thanks I’d make us both dinner. His songs still carry on the wind if you know how to listen. They’re the songs of the land, after all. 

We talked for a long time. I told Penn we made a great team, that his leads were invaluable, and that chasing them down kept me on my toes. Sure, we didn’t find Zelda, but we told the stories of her people and should be proud of that. He said he’s still leaving the paper no matter my flattery. Spoke about having lost his touch, that his instincts were gone. A reporter without instincts is like a Knight without a sword. It didn’t help when he noticed that I did, in fact, have my sword back. 

‘Don’t worry about me, partner,’ Penn said. ‘I’ll get back in the air, someday.’

But I was worried. I didn’t want Penn to lose hope… I didn’t want to lose hope. And in that moment, it felt like waking up. Like surfacing from beneath deep waters. I wanted to be alive. I wanted to live a good life. I knew I still did, even without her, even with all the pain.

So I said to him that maybe wanting to be better is its own instinct. Maybe trying to find something or someone or some meaning to it all is what keeps us going. And maybe we don’t have to do any of that alone. Penn sat with that for a long time, and then pulled out his notebook.

‘Would you want to write a column for the Gazette?’ he asked. ‘Our readers would love it. I’ll edit it, of course.’ How could I say no? We shook on it then and there. So much for his sabbatical.

It’s nearly time. I bid Penn farewell, then came here. Wondered — if I could choose how to spend one last afternoon, what would I do? The answer was easy, though it took a little while to coax Zelda to join me. But now we’re here and we’re ready: for a nap, with the sun on our backs, and nothing else but us and the quiet moments we can still share. 

I miss you, Zelda, even though you’re right here. I miss you more than I could ever say. But I’m going to keep on living. I’m going to live enough life for the both of us. I think it’s what you might have wanted. 

If nothing else, I consider it a duty. What is a Knight, if not a devotee to his lady? 

A photograph of the Light Dragon, coiled around a hollow tree stump that sits atop one of the atolls of the Great Sky Island. Three Korok wind-fans are placed in front of her snout – a makeshift lure, and apparently a successful one. On her mane is Link, resting comfortably on her hair. Together, they doze. 

Caption: You deserve all the rest in the world. 

---

Audio log transcription date: 104.09.24  Time: 9 minutes 45 seconds.

LNK | 08:00 Gloom’s Approach in sight. All units report. Vanguard?

MIN | 08:00 We will lead the charge. 

YNB | 08:00 Launching on your command, Link!   

LNK | 08:01 Flank? 

RIJ | 08:01 Static charging as we speak.

TLN | 08:01 With some guidance. Arrows ready. Any monsters down there won’t know what hit ‘em.

LNK | 08:01 And rearguard? 

SDN | 08:02 I am here. If you are hit, fall back to me. 

LNK | 08:02 Last not but least, intel? 

JSH | 08:02 Reporting in. We’re here to help from Lookout Landing, however we can! 

LNK | 08:04 Alright, listen to me. Zelda gave us everything she had for this, but she also gave me an order: protect you all. If anything happens, you get yourselves out. Everybody lives, do you understand me?

MIN | 08:04 Link… 

TLN | 08:04 What about you?

SDN | 08:04 Zelda would not want you to throw yourself at death!  

LNK | 08:05 That’s not happening, not when I have her power right here with me.

RIJ | 08:05 Then give us your orders Link.

YNB | 08:05 We’ll do whatever you say. 

LNK | 08:05 Fight smart, hit hard. Don’t touch any Gloom, keep your Sundelions in reach. As soon as we have a visual on Ganondorf, we do whatever it takes to finish the job. Clear? 

[All answer: ‘Clear’]

LNK | 08:06 And whatever happens… I’m glad to have spent this time with you.

RIJ | 08:06 Likewise, Link.

MIN | 08:07 Yes, it has been an honour. 

TLN | 08:07 We’ll finish this together! 

SDN | 08:07 For the Princess!

YNB | 08:08 For Zelda!  

LNK | 08:08 For Zelda. Any last words? Josha? 

JSH | 08:09 Nothing at the moment, but the further underground you go, the weaker your signal will be. I’m going to disable a few processes to conserve power, like the audio transcription. Let’s hope we don’t need it.

LNK | 08:09 You heard her. Make it count. Or at least live to tell the tale.

LNK | 08:10 Okay, heading in. See you on the other side.

[justanotherfanfolks]

Twisted Wonderland Main Story Scattered Thoughts (Prologue Chapter 9-12)

Time for something new, baby! Hello villain statues! Someone ready to get scorched at some point? Grim doesn’t know them, my poor Disney heart. ACE! ACE! ACE! BUDDY I’VE BEEN WAITING TO SEE YOU! You know, Queenie looks kind of chill in the statue. Okay, funny story, when I first saw Riddle he was always talking about having peoples’ heads if they broke the rules. I hadn’t seen what his unique magic was, so I thought he was genuinely threatening to decapitate people. Grim: She’d decaptiate people? That’s messed up! Ace: Cool, right? I’m a big fan of hers! Oh my gosh, ACE! Pick better idols. Wait they think she was kind all the time? Uhhhhhh… Ah, Grim’s already calling Yuu his hench-human. Ace called Yuu’s name weird. RIP. Ace is the lorekeepr! He’s just explaining everyone, cool! “Earn it through hard work and elaborate scheme” sure Acey, let’s call it that. Hyena equality! This is why Ruggie vibes with the dude. The twisted views of these villains is so interesting! Except they were genuinely bad. History must have been massively rewritten in their favor. Yet the heroes are still considered heroes. Weird. I take it everyone just heard Ursula’s song and went “Oh yeah, she loved helping people!” Yeah, helping them help herself. Grim wants to follow in her footsteps. Grim is hungry for lore. Me too, this is so interesting! Heh, staff. First TWST joke I ever saw was someone saying how you’ll see a TWST character and you’d find out they were twisted from Jafar’s staff. I mean Epel is the poison apple, so they were not wrong. Hang on, hang on, hang on. Scalding Sands event discussed the beautiful relationship between a princess and a street rat (Jasmine and Aladdin). But Jafar is praised for exposing a guy pretending to be a prince to get closer to the princess. It’s like people split the stories in half and made sure no one made the connections! He used the lamp to become sultan, no one questioning how? Or mentioning how he went crazy with power, became a genie, got stuck in the lamp, and rocketed into the cave of wonders? Ace, we’re calling doing whatever it takes to stay the most beautiful dedication? Dedication. Do you know what she did? Homegirl’s statue is literally holding the apple she tried to murder her stepdaughter with! And she’s good at making poison you say, put the pieces together child! “I gotta respect the hustle” He’s a fan boy through and through for these 7! Okay, I will say Ace is spitting straight facts for Hades. I mean, the guy really got the short end of the stick. MALEFICENT! Yes, she’s cool, please continue Ace! The whiplash! Ace no! He really started up a conversation only to turn around and use it as an insult. Oh, that’s it? Next chapter now, I'm invested!

Wait, is that a battle? A BATTLE? THE BOYS ARE FIGHTING! The music died. Chaos music! He’s laughing so much! Wait, how does he know they are janitors? Ah- hey I know who they are! For some reason Yuu doesn’t, come on Yuu! Ace: I just wanted to have some audacity, so byeee! Grim no! Grim! It’s not worth! Explodey head? Oh, he’s insulting his hair! But I like his hair. Wind boy! Oh, hello NPCs. Such boys. Yuu, of couse wind magic is a thing! I’m embarrassed to be shadowing you right now. Ooo, battle time. OH BATTLE EXPLANATION! I really should have played the main story earlier, I’ve been winging this for months! Ah, Duo Magic my beloved! 5000 too? Ace, buddy. I will end you with my cards. AHHHH, THE STATUE! THAT’S HOW THEY DID IT! ACE IS MORTIFIED! Grim: You should have let me burn you to a crisp! Ah, another Crowley jumpscare! So they burn a statue, and then when Deuce joins they party they break a chandelier. The Chaos Quartet is going to be crazy. Actually, how does Crowley catch people? Yuu’s getting blamed to, RIP. 100 WINDOWS, OH MY GOSH! Ooo, more gems!

Oh, those were timeskips! Ace is flaking. Talking Painting! I didn’t know we got to meet those! I remember Rosalia from Cater’s vignette. The painting is using Wonderland logic. Hm, I didn’t have that much to say.

Yay! New Twistune! I have all the event ones so far, but a new one for the main story excites me! Hall of Mirrors! I love how the gates look different! Grim jumpscare! I don’t know who ro root for. Fair is fair, but I think Grim is out for blood. DEUCE! DEUCEY! MY BOY! Deuce, that’s a lot of ideas you got there… can you even execute that? Maybe tackle him? Wait! WAIT! Is it caldron time? AHHHHH YES I LOVE HIS CAULDRONS! Ace, you alive buddy? Oh, they about to get exposed to Deuce. I wonder when Riddle found out they burned the Queen of Hearts statue. I mean, it’s his counterpart. Oh Deuce, stick with them long enough and you’ll get in trouble, too. Who is he, Ace. He’s Juice. “Don’t you remember your own classmate?” Deuce, there’s like 26 people per class and it’s the first day, how would he? And he doesn’t remember either! Ah, the start of the most iconic TWST Duo. Move over Ramshackle Duo, Adeuce has been united. Good point, where did Grim go? Grim wanted to shirk responsibility too! Y’all are so fake! JUICE! I love that joke so much! Deuce didn’t sign up for this. “Useless janitor friend” yikes, sorry Yuu. Oh yeah, the Twistune! I forgot already! …Two rows of green notes. I’ve done blue and red notes, but two green notes? MMMM, let’s see how this goes. Oh, this music is also a bop! Juice! Oh I love it already! Oh, that did seem as bad as I thought it would be. Adeuce really be sharing that braincell! How can they be so in sync and yet not in sync at all? Gems! Oh love this game, this is a really good Prologue!

[planet-never-ever]

Character Tropes

Faun

Adorable Abomination: An ancient entity from the stars who wields magic beyond anything else in the galaxy… and he looks like a kid wearing a onesie.

Ambiguously Human: No one, not even Faun himself, knows what he really is.

Ambiguous Innocence: Faun is an eternal child, and Kids Are Cruel, so naturally, he can be quite cruel himself.

Cosmic Entity: A child of an unknown species neither human nor god, though he is godlike.

Cosmic Power: He's a celestial being from the cosmos with powerful magic that can alter reality. This is how he was able to create Planet Never-Ever.

Fantasy Aliens: He's a child from the stars with magical abilities that make him godlike compared to the magical creatures on Never-Ever, acting as a sort of Fantasy-twist on Clarke's Third Law applied to most Science Fiction aliens.

Goo-Goo-Godlike: While he is a Time Abyss, Faun is still a young child. His clothes also bear a similarity to a onesie just to reinforce that childishness.

Immortal Immaturity: Faun will never be able to mature.

In the Hood: His onesie includes a hood.

Jerk with a Heart of Gold: He's often a lousy friend, but he's also often a true friend. He is a little boy, after all.

Kids Are Cruel: He often comes across as a Sociopathic Hero; he's utterly self-centered, he often lacks empathy and he thinks dangerous situations are great fun — but he's not malicious, he's immature and has an immature sense of right and wrong.

Lack of Empathy: While not actively malicious, Faun's childlike mentality means that he doesn't really grasp the concept that other people have feelings or wellbeing that matter. He's not interested in harming people for his own sake, but he's unconcerned with how parents must feel upon having their children seemingly disappear.

Mysterious Past: Not much is known about his past.

The Omnipotent: Faun has unlimited powers, including creating and terraforming an entire planet to be a haven for children.

Really 700 Years Old: He's been a child for countless centuries, and will be a child forever.

Youthful Freckles: Has these in the shape of stars.

Bebe

The Baby of the Bunch: Compared to the other permanent inhabitants of Never-Ever, Bebe is the one who more or less acts like a coddled 9 to 10-year-old.

Girlish Pigtails: She ties her hair into pigtails to emphasize her childishness.

Kiddie Kid: She's seen as hyperactive, childish and immature even for a perpetual ten-year-old.

Sweet Tooth: Apropos for her childish nature; in the Land of Sweets she stuffs an entire slice of cake whole into her mouth.

Little Sammi

Living Toys: A doll who acts more like a small child.

Womanchild: Looks like an eighteen-year-old, yet acts like a little kid. Justified since she's a living doll.

The Queen of Sweets

Food-Based Superpowers: She has magical control over candy.

Joisey: Despite being the ruler of a realm made of candy, she has a blatant New Jersey accent.

Mad Artist: The Queen writes her own songs and is a decent singer and keyboard player.

The Ringmaster King

Benevolent Boss: He treats the performers rather well.

Bunny-Ears Lawyer: For all of his eccentricities, he is genuinely capable of inventing engaging acts.

Classy Cane: His sports a gold top to show his status as the ringmaster.

Cloudcuckoolander: He is quite… out there to say the least, being Fun Personified pushed to the absolute extreme.

Fun Personified: He's as much of the jovial, wacky, fun-loving kid he makes himself out to be.

Large Ham: He's got a whole circus to chew through.

The Mermaid Princess

Attack of the 50-Foot Whatever: The Mermaid Princess is gigantic in comparison to the regular-sized merkids. Subverted in that, while she is a formidable force to be reckoned with, she's a genuinely good friend.

BFS: The Princess's weapon is an enormous sword which only she can lift.

Boyish Short Hair: She has short blue hair, befitting her tomboyish personality.

Curtains Match the Window: Blue hair, eyes and tail!

Healing Hands: Has this ability.

Innocent Blue Eyes: They reflect her childlike innocence. She has a traditional "Warrior Heroine" mindset, and she admires Faun as the ideal role model.

Jerk with a Heart of Gold: Although she can be rather brash and temperamental, the Mermaid Princess is a charismatic and friendly person who is fun to be around, and deeply cares about her friends, even warming toward the Gloomkeeper.

Meaningful Name: The Princess's real name is Celia von Tchaikovsky, after the composer Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky.

Our Mermaids Are Different: The Princess and the other merkids live around Merfolk Island, being beautiful for their young age. The Princess also wears armor made from giant clamshells, with her sword also bringing into mind the image of Melusines.

Plucky Girl: She is an upbeat and positive young mermaid.

Swashbuckler: Her sword, her armor, habitat and her disposition all invoke this image.

Symbol Motif Clothing: The Princess wears a heart-shaped high collar and the fin of her mermaid tail is also shaped like a heart.

Third Eye: On her knight's helmet. Appropriately enough for a merkid, it makes the helmet look more like a deep-sea diving helm than a typical armor helmet.

The Fairies

Our Fairies Are Different: They're Winged Humanoids who have their own separate language, their speech sounding like the chirping of crickets to normal humans.

The Imaginary Friends

Not-So-Imaginary Friend: They were imaginary until their creators outgrew them, at which point they became tuplas on Never-Ever, now living in the Garden of Dreams.

The Dream Birds

Amplified Animal Aptitude: They are pretty smart for birds, and know how to identify nightmares.

Beware the Silly Ones: The Dream Birds look like goofy-looking colorful lanky birds, but they're smarter than they look and aren't afraid to attack and devour nightmares.

Cute, but Cacophonic: They sound like something awful's happening to a parrot.

Gentle Giant: If you're a child, imaginary friend or natural inhabitant of the planet, played straight. If you're a nightmare, averted.

Esmeralda

Cool Big Sis: To the younger kids, as she loves to tell them stories and is willing to give them advice.

Plucky Girl: She's certainly optimistic.

The Gloomkeeper

Ambiguously Human: Like Faun, nobody knows whether or not she's even human. If the Gloomkeeper knows what she herself is, she's not telling.

The Captain: Commands over the mutant toys and the bottled ship they live in.

Glasgow Grin: Subverted. She has markings at the corners of her mouth, giving the illusion of this.

Icy Blue Eyes: Has these, which really accentuate her pupils.

Monster Clown: The apparent theme of her appearance. Her face also has markings on her mouth in the shape of a smile.

Mythical Motifs: Unicorns. The Gloomkeeper wears a unicorn horn on her head, and she has a pair of porcelain hooves she walks around on.

Non-Standard Character Design: Most residents of Never-Ever do not often come off as quadrupedal like the Gloomkeeper does.

Space Pirates: She runs a crew of cobbled-together toys in a giant ship in a bottle.

Vocal Dissonance: For a girl with such a monstrous appearance, she's got a soft voice.

The Mockingwyrm

Animal Nemesis: To the Gloomkeeper, being content to simply pull some absurd moves to mess with her.

Ridiculously Cute Critter: She is adorable.

Voice Changeling: Can only speak in copied voices, but prefers a slightly more immature version of the Gloomkeeper's voice.

Pete Patchwerk

The Fool: Pete isn't very bright. In fact, in a strange way he seems to have an Ambiguous Innocence about him; sure, he'll happily join in on the debauchery of his crewmates, but he treats it all as being in good fun.

Friend to All Children: He's easygoing, good-natured, and well-liked among the planet's community.

Sycophantic Servant: He has nothing but reverence and praise for the Gloomkeeper in public and private, though not without some snarky bits.

The Children of Never-Ever

Abusive Parents: The reason why some kids chose to never return to Earth.

Adorkable: Nicky is this.

Adorably Precocious Child: Some kids are this.

Circus Brat: Those who get recruited by the Ringmaster King to join the Amazing Soaring Circus.

Class Clown: What some of them were before Never-Ever.

Conveniently an Orphan: Some of the children are this, hence their decision to stay permanently.

Deadpan Snarker: Some kids, like Sara and Fisk, show shades of this.

Free-Range Children: It is a planet that only allows children, after all.

Heartwarming Orphan: Many kids who chose to stay there are orphaned.

Identical Twin ID Tag: Hugo and Herman's eye colors. Hugo has orange eyes and Herman has blue.

Innocent Blue Eyes: Some of the kids have these.

It's All About Me: Duncan tends to be a bit self centered sometimes.

I Warned You: A common refrain on Mina's part.

Jerk with a Heart of Gold: Sara's bossy, she's egotistical, she's short-tempered, and she'll always come through for her friends.

Hugo and Herman are also known for causing trouble, but they will always be loyal to those who are in need.

Keet: Most of them, especially Bruno and Ben, are excitable and full of energy.

Lonely Rich Kid: Mina, more so when she first arrived on Never-Ever before the other kids got to know her.

Nice Guy/Girl: Many kids on Never-Ever are this.

Nightmare Fetishists: Hugo and Herman enjoy scary movies.

Pajama-Clad Heroes: Some of the kids came to Never-Ever in their pajamas.

Parental Issues: Most of them have issues with one or both of their parents, driving them to run away to Never-Ever.

Parental Neglect: Another reason why some choose to stay permanently on Never-Ever.

Pink Means Feminine: Played straight with many girls, but subverted with Shona; While she does wear pink, she is quite tomboyish. Ginger could also count as a subversion, being a Girly Girl with a Tomboy Streak.

The Runaway: Many (or technically, all) of the children count.