#HIM WITH THE BRAID SPECIFICALLY… urgh

[moshaeu]

an older vaniper wip that i’m bringing out because i needed something to post for fom rambling purposes LMAOO

[space--daemon]

day two of @roudiseshipweek: growth !! under the cut

also on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/61209589/chapters/156472543

“This is not happening.”

“Uh, I think it is?” Rudy asked more than said, looking down at himself. “But just to be sure, what is ‘it’?”

“Oh, you know what you’re doing,” Louise said, bending down to examine his shoes. “Hmm, they look normal.”

“They’re the same as the last time I saw you. Louise, are you mad I went on vacation with my mom? Because I asked when I was leaving and you specifically said you weren’t.”

She had said it in that classic Louise way, through gritted teeth. Of course she wasn’t mad that Rudy was leaving to go on a cruise for a whole month in the middle of their summer break! Of course she wasn’t jealous that he was going to see most of South America when she’d hardly ever been out of state! But when he’d called - his mom’s phone to her dad’s - Louise hadn’t seemed mad at all. In fact, she’d almost seemed happy, only yelling at Gene to get out of my room when he tried to cut into her story of how she and her siblings helped their Aunt Gayle break into her ex’s condo to steal back a letter she’d sent him while drunk. Perhaps it had been naive of Rudy to take that as forgiveness for abandoning her.

“What? No, obviously not. Switch places with me.”

He frowned, but obediently took her spot on the sidewalk. From here, he could see into the restaurant, where her siblings were braiding each other’s hair - or trying to, anyway. It was kinda hard to braid someone’s hair while they were braiding yours - a lot of arms. He caught Mr Belcher’s eye, who nodded before shooting a worried look at Mrs Belcher. Louise’s mom gave Rudy a feeble thumbs up and turned to talk to her husband.

“Huh,” Louise intoned darkly, frown deepening. “Sidewalk isn’t crooked.”

“…Nope. Are we gonna go inside?”

“Not yet.”

“Oh, okay. You wanna ride bikes? My dad has mine but he can bring it over.”

“Nah, I’m good,” Louise shot back with a grimace. “Hey, Rudes?”

“…Yeah?”

“Just relax, huh? Feels like you’re kinda tense, like maybe you’re holding yourself really tight or something?”

“Maybe a little? Because you’re being really weird?”

Louise finally met his eyes, squinting critically. He fought the urge to back away. (Louise would pounce on any sign of weakness.)

“Urgh! Fine!” She grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him into the restaurant.

“Oh, hey, Rudy!” Gene said, looking away from Tina and accidentally getting his hair pulled for his trouble.

“Hi.” Louise gripped his shoulders and positioned him to stand still.

“Stay there. Mom,” she demanded, “you know what to do.”

“Honey,” Mrs Belcher said, mild panic in her eyes, “it really doesn’t matter. You know that.”

“Mom!”

“Uh, what’s going…?”

Mr Belcher met Rudy’s eyes and shook his head, making a slicing motion across his neck. Behind him, he felt Louise’s back press against his. He fought the urge to move.

Louise’s mom sighed and came around the counter, menu in her hands.

“Louise,” Mr Belcher said, ducking into the kitchen slightly, “are you sure you want to do this?”

With the tone of a man at the gallows, Louise said, “I have to know.”

Louise’s mom placed the menu flat on Rudy’s head, and recognition suddenly shot through his synapses. Uh oh.

“Well,” she soothed, “with the ears…”

With a rustle, Louise tore the hat off. “Measure again.”

The menu slid from his head to Louise’s. Down to Louise’s. Oh no.

“Uh…” Mrs Belcher bit her lip. “I… I think Rudy might be kinda… taller?”

Louise said nothing. Rudy held his breath.

“Okay, definitely,” Mrs Belcher continued. “Rudy’s definitely taller.”

“How much?”

“Oh, I don’t have a tape measure-“

Louise handed her mom a ruler that Rudy recognised from Tina’s pencil case. “How. Much?”

The bell above the door rang and Teddy the handyman walked in.

“Hey, Bob- oh, I…”

“Get out, Teddy,” Mr Belcher warned just as Louise yelled,

“Get out, Teddy!”

“Uh, okay! I’ll be back… in a year.” The handyman ran away as Louise’s father murmured,

“We’re gonna have to call him when it’s safe.”

Mrs Belcher sighed and held the ruler up, sliding her hand onto Rudy’s head to read it.

“How much, Mother?” Louise intoned.

“…Trmunfles.”

“Mom!”

“Two inches, honey. I’m sorry!”

Rudy didn’t need his inhaler - and was a million times too frightened to reach for it either way - but took comfort in the weight of the holster on his hip.

Finally, Louise spoke.

“This is so unfair.” Rudy had expected anger, had been preparing for it. The sadness was a total surprise.

He turned to see Louise, hat in her hands, downcast expression on her face.

“What?”

She turned to him, sighing in frustration.

“I didn’t grow at all this summer. Gene grew an inch and a half, Tina pubed out and grew three inches, but I’m exactly as tall as I was in May. And like, who cares if Tina and Gene get taller? No offence, guys.”

“None taken,” Tina said.

“I’ll forgive you if you give me your dessert,” Gene shot back.

���Not happening. But they were already taller than me. Big whoop. But Rudy? If even you’ve beaten me, I’m gonna end up the shortest kid in school. I bet even Pocket-Sized Rudy’s taller when we go back.”

“No…” Her eyes started glistening and Rudy started to panic.

“And it’s dumb! I know it’s dumb! I just thought, I dunno… we’d be shorties together.”

“Oh.”

“Oh my baby!” Mrs Belcher choked, grabbing Louise by the waist and pulling her into a hug.

“We didn’t know you felt like that, Louise,” her dad said. “We all kinda thought you were mad Tina and Gene got new clothes.”

“And I love you this size,” her mom added. “You think I could pick up Gene or Tina anymore?”

“You could at least try!” Her son shot back.

“I wanna hold you as long as I can,” Mrs Belcher continued. “Maybe this is the universe giving me that.”

“Or it’s the universe realising we can’t afford three new sets of clothes in one summer. I mean, we can’t even really afford two,” her dad added.

“Besides,” Tina said, “I had my first growth spurt when I was ten. You can see my midriff in my fifth grade class photo.”

“Sexy!” Gene shouted.

“Gene.”

Louise bit her lip. “Okay. But if I’m not taller than Dad by the time I graduate, I’m cutting him down to size.”

“Oh my God.”

She turned to Rudy, pulling her hat back on. He breathed for what felt like the first time in minutes. “Did you… still wanna ride bikes?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, let’s go call your dad.” He followed her out of the restaurant up to the apartment.

“Cool. I’d ride on your bike, but I’m probably too tall for it.”

Louise stopped on the stairs and shot him a look. “…You get one.”

“Yup, no problem, lemme call my dad.”

[ai-katsuu]

Hans and Briar Rose (1/1)

story is made thanks to @oceanspray5​ and @hanadoesstuffbadly​ <3 i wanted to write a bit about them, specifically after they break their curses. to read about what happened previously see their backstory

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“Are you ready?”

Hans looked at the beautiful princess beside him. The small holes of sun rays hitting her face as the wall of bushes blocks her last path. 

Briar Rose nodded firmly, “I’m ready.” 

Hans took her hand and gently squeezed it. They both stepped forward and made their way through the bushes, outside the forest. 

Briar held her hand up to cover her face as fresh sunshine shone. Once her eyes had adjusted to the light she took in the sight. Beautiful green mountains with snowy white tips, grass so much greener than the grey ones in her forest, flowers that never bloomed back there, and a gentle breeze that lifted her braid midair. Briar let out a small gasp, which Hans noticed right away.

“I understand it’s been awhile, and it might be a little scary but-“ 

“AHHH!” she lifted her arms and screamed out of joy. 

Adrenaline completely took over her body. She ran barefooted across the cool grass, she did cartwheels near the lake, just in pure bliss that she was finally free. 

“Briar please, your dress-! And the river, you might fall!” Hans said with a light red face, unsure where to look as his gaze went back and forth checking on her to make sure she didn’t fall doing her cartwheels. 

Briar tumbled on the grass, laughing and giggling to herself as she sat up. She tried her best to fix her hair but it was practically useless by then. 

Finally, Hans caught up to her. “Briar...please..” he said trying to catch his breath, “I’m very happy as well but-“ 

“Oh Hans!” she suddenly jumped up and embraced him, tackling him down on the grass. Surprised by the sudden action, Hans could only widen his eyes, flustered, unsure where to put his hands. 

“I can’t believe it really worked! Thank you so much, I don’t even know what I could do to thank you!” she smiled down at him. As much time they spent together in the woods, she still managed to make him downright melt at the sight of her smile. 

He laughed a bit, “You sort of just broke my curse so we’re kinda good.” 

Briar giggled and placed a quick kiss on his forehead before running back around the field. Hans sat himself up as he smiled at her, his hand touching his forehead. Briar continued to explore the outside world while Hans followed her as she sprinted through the fields. She picked several flowers, swung around fruit trees, and even almost jumped in the lake before Hans just barely managed to stop her.

When she had finally calmed down the pair had found a small shaded area where Hans could cook them a quick lunch. Lying down on her stomach, resting her head on her hands, Briar swung her legs up and down as she watched Hans cook, eagerly awaiting the food in the pot. (Which Hans became used to at this point but he found it adorable.)

“Here you are,” he handed her a bowl of mushroom soup. “To your first meal outside of the forest!” he exclaimed. 

Briar giggled and took a sip of the meal. “Mmm, oh Hans, amazing as always!” she closed her eyes and savored the taste of a warm meal. Hans merely smiled, the usual pride in his chest whenever she ate his cooking. 

It’s like what his father used to say, ‘The secret in becoming a good chef is to meet a woman that will make you want to give all the food you make to her.’ 

Content with the results, he leaned back on the tree as he took a bite of his own meal. “So Bry, where are you going now?” Hans asked her. 

She suddenly stopped eating and looked up as in thought, “I..I haven’t really thought about that.” she said in realization. 

“If you want!” Hans spoke soon after, “You can join the rest of the group back in the White Castle! That’s where they mostly hang out and they’d be happy to have you.”

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand out of habit, “You think so?” 

Hans nodded, “I’d especially love to meet Gretel at least. Oh and they don’t even know my curse is broken, you should definitely be there for that.” he laughed. 

“Mm..yeah..” she looked sideways and took another bite of her food. 

Hans noticed her change in demeanor, “Are you okay?” he asked.

She nodded, “Yeah it’s just..I’m a little scared,” she admitted, “I’m sure they’re all lovely people but I don’t wanna make a fool of myself. I know you’ve told me all about them but I just wanna make a good first impression.” 

“Hey, hey,” Hans looked at her, “You have nothing to worry about, I of all people know you have a good heart. And although it takes a few years off my life to see it, you’re very spontaneous and active. You don’t have to worry about acting all royal there, being yourself is the best thing you could do.” he assured her.

Briar looked at him for a bit before breaking into a smile and stirring her soup, “Thanks, Hans.” They finished up their lunch and made their way back to King White’s castle. 

Hans looked at the large gates and thought for a bit. It would probably be too much to enter through the main gates, it would be better if they used the basement entrance, otherwise known as the triplets workshop. 

He opened the door, relieved that they had left it unlocked. “Wow, it’s really dark, can you see anything?” Briar moved around. 

“I don’t know, but be careful, the triplets have a lot of stuff here. Let me get the light switch.” he tried navigating his way through the room, careful not to bump or trip on anything. 

“Oh!” she lightly yelped as she stepped on something. 

“You okay?” Hans whipped his head around and rushed to her side.

“Yeah yeah,” she stood on one foot as her hand held her other. Hans steadied her balance. “I just stepped on something sharp, I should really get some shoes after thi-”

Flick

For the second time that day Briar’s eyes had to adjust to the changing light. Once her vision had cleared she saw several individuals sitting on chairs and couches on the far end of the room, all eyes staring at them. They seemed to have been in the middle of a snack meeting as there was food around the table. 

“Oh-uh” Hans stood up, suddenly unsure what to say.

“He brought the girl home, pay up.” Merlin nudged Arthur to which he groaned and gave him another bag of Dog Food. 

“Wait, you guys aren’t surprised? I’m human again!” he moved his hands up and down.

“You snuck out of the castle almost every day with a basket of food that was way too much for even you to eat. It was kind of obvious.” Jack traced the rim of his teacup with his pinky. 

“Yeah, you would always have this stupid smile on your face while cooking.” Goldie laughed. 

“W-what smile? I don’t smile!” he said stuttering and looking back and forth between them and Briar, clearly embarrassed.

“Don’t believe them, I wasn’t excited to see you. No I mean I was excited to see you but I never smiled while cooking, I mean who does that?”  he rambled on.

 “Urgh stop, you’re scaring her.” Gretel rolled her eyes and smiled. She was the first one to walk over and both took Briar’s hands with her own. 

“Hi, I’m-” 

“Gretel, right?” Briar shyly smiled, “Hans told me so much about his beloved sister.”  

Gretel looked taken aback and looked at her brother, “Beloved?” 

Hans frowned and averted gaze, “What..I don’t know what she’s talking about..” he mumbled. 

“Aww you do love me!” she beamed and ran towards her brother, head locking him like she used to do when they were kids. 

“Ow! Gret stop, I hate it when you do this!” 

“Oh don’t be such a weakling.” 

“I am not!” 

While the twins were busy wrestling on the far end of the room, Snow, Audrey, and Goldie got out of their seats and made their way towards the seemingly dainty girl. 

“You’re so pretty!”

“Oh, thank you, I-”

“What’s your name?” 

“Uhm..Briar Rose,” 

“No way I’ve heard about you so much! Where have you been this whole time?”

At Goldie's question, Hans poked his head up and pushed his sister off him (resulting in a small ‘ow’ from her) he quickly went to her side, putting his hands on her arms as he spoke to the girls, “You guys don’t have to ask. Bry is a lovely person, that’s all you need to know.” 

“Aww gross, you two have nicknames.” Peter Pan jokingly said while smirking.

“Hypocrite,” Kio mumbled before throwing a bag of Dog Food at his face.

“Snow White?” Hans called her, “do you think you girls could show Briar around the castle? Get to know her a bit.” 

Snow smiled, “Of course. C’mon Briar, there’s this really cool room we have I wanna show you!” she eagerly pulled her along. 

“Oh, alright,” she said, smiling a bit. Once the girls left the room Hans sat down with his friends, clearly exhausted.

“Alright, you did it!” Merlin threw him a bag of Dog Food, to which Hans gratefully accepted. 

“Looks like you’re the last one, sword boy.” Jack looked in Arthur’s direction. 

“Watch it, blondie.” 

“Are you really not going to tell us where she’s from though?” Noki asked. 

“It’s not really my story to tell,” he told them. 

“Well we’re very happy for you Hans!” Pino grinned and handed him a glass. “Looks like your cooking finally made its way to a woman's heart!”

Meanwhile Snow had brought the girls to the courtyard for some fresh air. “So what do you do for fun Briar?” Goldie asked. 

“Oh! Well…” she thought about making a good first impression by saying something elegant like her parents had taught her, but after what she’s been through with Hans she decided she no longer needed to do that. “I like to sword-fight!” she said. 

“No way really? Why don’t you show us? I’ll go against you!” Audrey beamed.

 She stretched her arm towards the fountain and the water came flowing to her hand, forming what looked like to be a thin sword. “I promise I won’t use any of my powers aside from this.” 

Briar, amazed by the magic, got excited and rapidly nodded her head. “Yeah, sure!”

Audrey had a lot of experience using her magic, her water made it easy to capture her enemies, and thus her battles ended quickly. But aside from her sword, she wasn’t supposed to use any magic, which unfortunately also meant that she didn’t have enough stamina to last her a full on sword fight. 

Panting as she held the fountain for support, she breathed out, “H-How..how are you not even sweating?” she looked at Briar. 

“C’mon, you can still last!” she shouted encouragingly. 

“Yeah no I really can’t…” she whispered tiredly. 

“What’s going on here?” the F7 and Peter walked in the courtyard.  

“You,” Audrey pointed her sword at Hans, then at Briar, “Your woman is crazy athletic, she’s not even tired.” Audrey breathed out. 

“Or you just have really bad stamina without your powers,” Peter flew and hovered above her. “you look like you're dying.” 

“Shut up, you're next.”

“I have to say,” Gretel walked up to her brother, “I’m a little surprised she broke your curse, she’s so...different from you.”

 Hans laughed as he gently pushed her. “Indeed she is.”

[yakocchi]

Be My Princess Social // Yakov Chernenkov, Season 1, Episode 1

// The Great Prince of the Country of Ice

o wats this, self-indulgent crap?? haha the joke is that all the translations i post are self-indulgent crap, thank you for coming to the press conference

This is going to be part of a translation of the Yakov Chernenkov route for the Be My Princess Social Platforms (GREE, Joshige, Eternal Kiss, etc.)

I figured this should be… relatively all right given that it seems like Voltage is done with BMP Social games forever in terms having English versions. tbh kinda surprised no one ever took the task of doing it. publicly at least? i searched a bit, found nothing. if someone already did it pls tell me lol  …..but i guess something like this is a stan’s job to do, right (ﾟ▽ﾟ*) 

idk, we’ll see how this goes… only did 1 ep as a test run to see if i feel like doing this rn lol this is lengthy endeavor

Image-heavy!! Please credit if you take any of it, thenk u (･ω･*)

Intro & Legend

This route is similar to Zain’s in that they wipe just about everything from the Paid version (the one with Sergei and the Anastasia backstory…lol that was wild thinking abt it) and start anew with the character. But Yakov is different from all the other BMP1 characters in that they also changed his personality almost completely. This is reflected in his profile when they change his blood type and age from the Paid version (B → O, 25 → 31)

If you’re familiar with the Social Zain route, you can kinda see through his bits how they changed him. A BMP fansite master describes him as “high-handed, but charismatic - a person with the character of a king” which sums it up better than anything I could ever think up

So I guess it would be a good idea to not carry over expectations from the Paid app route to this route because that’s just a recipe for disappointment lol. i know a lot of people like the Yakov from the Paid route, so I wanted to put that out there. It’s a shame bc that character is effectively “gone” but… the yakov i stan is the social one, so if that had to happen so my 2d man could come into existence…well…

thank u for ur sacrifice

➤ are my own commentary.

➢ are the choices that pop up. For the most part I have both (iirc I don’t have one near the end bc I forgot I was trying to pick the wrong ones on purpose lol). Note that all my wrong answers are from the original version’s text and thus they may have been changed for EK. Correct answers are labeled with ❆

➼ at the end of a line signals that the choice text has “ended” and it returns back to the general text. The general text resumes on the line that begins with a ➼. This is mostly just for organization on my part - the docs I type+format these on get very, very annoying to scroll through, so

Bolded dialogue reflect the screencaps.

I hope you enjoy some part of it! ( ´◡` ) Thanks for reading

Episode 1 // The Great Prince of the Country of Ice

➤ Interestingly, the original title they used for GREE and Joshige is The Cold, Rational Prince of Sanct Sybil Kingdom. I dunno why they would change it except maybe it was too long for the title card to look pretty lol

When I opened the door at the sound of the chime, there stood a man wearing a gentle smile on his face. Taking note of my presence, he places his hand to his breast and gracefully bows.

[Zain]: “You must be Miss Kara Go. I am Zain, the personal steward of Nobel Michel Castle.” [Zain]: “As promised, I have come to pick you up.” [Kara]: “Y-Yes. I am indeed Kara Go.” [Kara]: “To go out of your way to come here - thank you so much.” (Am I really… not just dreaming here?) Pulling a letter out from my pocket, I recall the events over the past few days that had led up to today.

I had torn the seal of a blank-white envelope that had no written return address, and my eyes widened in shock. “I want you to become an exclusive designer.” In the enclosed message - along with a bit of contact information, the end of the letter had been signed by Nobel the XIII, the lord of Nobel Michel Castle. (This must be some sort of mistake… A-Anyhow, I should try to verify it.) Thinking that, I call the contact number on the letter…

But, indeed - the letter was not a mistake, and they spoke to me about wanting to have a proper consultation about the position. I was told that Lord Nobel wanted some time to talk in-person with me, and eventually the promised day where I felt that my dreams were coming over the horizon… finally came. (Even when it’s finally here, in front of me of like this, I still can’t believe it…) [Zain]: “Thus, His Grace awaits. Let us depart.” [Kara]: “O-Okay…” With a spring to my step, I get onto the limousine with Zain.

(It would’ve never crossed my mind that I’d be going to Nobel Michel Castle for a second time.) (And on top of that, I’ve been called here in terms of being a designer of all things…) I was pretty nervous the time I had come here for Jean Pierre’s errand, but now I’m even more nervous compared to that day. I felt my heart noisily thumping as I waited for Lord Nobel, and eventually the parlor door opened.

[Zain]: “My Lady, we must deeply apologize.” [Zain]: “His Grace’s conference is going longer than expected, so it seems you will have to wait a few moments longer.” [Kara]: “I see…” [Zain]: “Since you took your most valued time to come here― Would you like to take a look around the castle gardens until the conference is over?” [Kara]: “Castle gardens… you say?” [Zain]: “Indeed. Several varieties of the rare flowers we raise are currently in bloom– so if it pleases you, I can guide you around.” (You don’t get the chance to tour the Nobel Castle gardens everyday.) [Kara]: “Then, if you may.” [Zain]: “Very well. Shall we go now?” With Zain as my guide, I get to visit the castle gardens.

[Kara]: “Wow… it’s absolutely stunning.” [Zain]: “Thank you. Everyone who visits these gardens tend to voice similar sentiments about it.” The courtyard stretched over a vast space, and it was a feast for the eyes even with a simple glance. (In a way, it’s as if I’ve been sucked into a fairy tale.) As Zain explained the parts and features within it, I was completely enamored by the beautiful garden― When an teenage boy clad in a butler’s uniform comes running to us from the castle.

[???]: “Zain! So this is where you were.” [Zain]: “…Theo, you are before a guest.” [Zain]: “I must apologize, My Lady.” [Zain]: “This is Theo, who is training in this castle as an apprentice steward.” The boy called Theo – at being scolded by Zain, straightened his posture accordingly.

➤ i can’t believe bmp2 stans denied us from having the wacky family sitcom a theo route would have smh my head bro

[Theo]: “…I am Theo.” [Kara]: “I’m Kara. Nice to meet you, Theo.” [Theo]: “M-Mhm…” Theo, whose face still held remnants of childlike youth, averted his eyes shyly. Then Zain, who had witnessed all of this, lightly presses the boy in a gentle tone. [Zain]: “Theo, did you have any matters to discuss with me?” [Theo]: “Ah-, right! I was sent by His Grace to relay this message to you.” [Theo]: “He urgently wants your input on something, so you gotta come to the conference room.” [Zain]: “His Grace does?” [Zain]: “But, right now…” His eyebrows knit together, as if troubled. With a smile I turn to him. [Kara]: “I’ll be all right by myself. Though while I wait, may I take a look around the garden?” [Zain]: “Yes, of course.” [Zain]: “I apologize for being unable to guide you around myself for now– but if you could meet with me afterwards…” [Zain]: “Can you wait just a moment?” [Kara]: “All right.” Sounding apologetic in his words, he then goes with Theo towards the castle. (Being the exclusive butler to Lord Nobel must be quite the busy job…) I thought about that as I took a stroll around the calm gardens, sunlight beaming… When―

[Man]: “Please, at least, once more– Please consider thinking about it…!” The cries of a man at his wits’ end cut through the silence of the courtyard. (Is something going on…?) Looking in the direction of the voice, I find three men standing from the other side of the building. The shouting from earlier seems to have come from a man who looked slightly older from other two, and said man also seemed to be desperately calling for something. [Man]: “…The state of the administration right now still is unstable.” [Man]: “If we act too carelessly, the balance of the three nations could collapse once more!” [???]: “…I have long past made a decision.” The words that had answered the aggravated man were bound to a terribly icy voice. As this man stood with his back facing me, I was unable to see his face; but from pitch alone he seemed to be a young man. With his long, platinum-blond hair having been pleated into a single braid, he silently rebuffs the rage of the older one.

[???]: “Even if you did indeed manage to chase me all the way here― Decisions are not something to turn back from.” [???]: “That is all that need be said, so I shall leave first.” [Man]: “…Yakov–Sir, why are you this impatient?!” [Man]: “It can't be that you don’t realize that now is a crucial time for the country, is it…?!”  In pure exasperation, the older man grabs onto the man called Yakov. But in doing so, a man in a butler’s uniform that had stood across from him swiftly yanks the man off.

[Butler]: “What are you thinking in that head of yours, grabbing onto someone of his (Yakov’s) status?” [Butler]: “Even if you get imprisoned for disrespecting the state, this is an inexcusable situation you’ve found yourself in.”

➤ so the term he uses is specifically for lèse-majesté, which is the fancy term for insulting the ruling sovereign, monarchy, ruling state, etc. etc. but i didn’t want to just throw in that term bc i felt like it’s not… very common? idk i feel like the bmp mc wouldn’t know what that is granted i guess you could do the galaxy brain take and be like “she doesn’t know what that term is and that’s why she couldn’t piece together that yakov is royalty” 

[Man]: “Urgh…!”   The older man was then pinned to the ground, and as his arms were confined behind his back, he groans in pain. The moment I see the expression on his face, a cry spills out from my lips.

[Kara]: “Ah…!” [Yakov]: “…!” Hearing my voice, the platinum-blond man whips his head around. 

His eyes, peeking out from behind his long bangs and deep blue like the sea, then sharply leveled at me. [Yakov]: “…What is your business?” [Kara]: “Uh…”

(What should I answer with?) Menacingly asked to speak, I…

➢ I’m unable to say anything. ➢ “He’s in pain.” ❆

➢ I’m unable to say anything. (This person… has an awfully intimidating air to him.) Unable to say anything particularly impactful, I only turn my eyes to the man held to the ground. ➼

➢ “He’s in pain.” [Kara]: “I don’t know what’s going on here, but you’ve gone too far… He’s in pain.” [Yuri]: “Of course. It’s only natural for it to hurt when you’re bound down like this.” The man in the butler’s uniform answers me with a smile plastered on his face. (What the-… He’s smiling, but it’s honestly quite frightening-) [Kara]: “B-But… if you end up injuring him, that’d be terrible, no…?!” While paralyzed with fear, I managed to raise my voice at him. ➼ 

➼ With that, the platinum-blond man shifts his eyes to the man in the butler’s uniform. [Yakov]: “―Yuri, release him.” [Yuri]: “…” At his words, the one called Yuri immediately relinquishes his hold.

➤ Yuri’s name might actually be Urey, as one of Ivan’s Birthday Event routes note how Ivan’s wolf Urey and butler Yuri have the same name (by coincidence). But the JPN version always spells it as Yuri so I’m just used to it. Not that you should really be taking the app’s romanization as official though given they have stuff like “Lewis” (Louis), “Jean” (Jan), and the occasional “Robert” for Roberto ( ´_ゝ｀) 

As the older man staggers back up from the ground, the blond man speaks to the two of them. [Yakov]: “Do not start trouble in the castle grounds of other kingdoms.” [Yakov]: “ ―Regarding what happened here today, I shall overlook it this time. Good?” [Yuri]: “Understood.” [Man]: “…My sincere apologies.” As the two men lower their heads, the man called Yakov then directs his piercing gaze towards me.

[Yakov]: “Forget what you just saw and heard here. Not a word to anyone.” With only those words to me, he leaves with the other two following behind him. (That “Yakov” person, and “Yuri” too… what terrifying people.) Alone in the garden, I was completely petrified to the spot from the overwhelming pressure those men had left me with.

[Theo]: “―Miss Kara, here is where His Grace’s been hanging o– awaiting your presence, rather.” Afterwards, Lord Nobel’s conference had ended and Theo had come to take me to him. While heading to the parlor where His Grace was waiting, Theo’s innocent self causes a smile to crack my features. [Kara]: “Just ‘Kara’ is fine, Theo. On that note, you don’t have to speak so formally with me.” [Theo]: “Uh- But…” [Kara]: “I’ll be more at ease and less nervous that way.” [Kara]: “Besides, I’m in a similar situation as you.” [Theo]: “‘Similar’?” [Kara]: “I’m only a rookie designer.” [Kara]: “So like how you’re an apprentice butler, it’s kind of a similar position.” [Theo]: “Gotcha…” At my explanation, Theo, apparently happy about some part of it, breaks into a smile. [Theo]: “…I get you. Then- When we’re together like this, I’ll be sure to do it.” [Theo]: “Since only super-distinguished people ever come to this castle, I get pretty stressed out.” [Kara]: “Hehe, I’m feeling the same too. Just entering this castle makes me anxious.”

[Theo]: “Right?! Lord Nobel and Zain treat me really well so it’s all right for now, but…” Theo wore a smile that was quite fitting for a young boy like himself. Calmed by his pure sincerity, I enter the reception room.

[Theo]: “…Your Grace, I have brought Miss Kara Go.” [Nobel]: “Thank you for your hard work.” [Nobel]: “Kara, sorry for making you have to wait on me when I was the one who called you up here.” Lord Nobel wears a merry smile on his face as he kindly welcomes me. I bow my head down in gratitude. [Kara]: “I am, indeed, Kara Go.” [Kara]: “Thank you for inviting me to such a meeting.” [Nobel]: “You don’t have to greet me so formally,”  [Nobel]: “as the truth still stands that I was the one who summoned you today. I just wanted to talk with ya about something.” [Nobel]: “―So, Kara, do you know of the country of Sanct Sybil?” [Kara]: “Yes. I’m only knowledgeable with news and info that’s been reported to the public, but…”

Sanctis, Sybil, Versurk― Those three countries had united into one, and the resulting nation is apparently called “Sanct Sybil” from what I’ve heard. With this as my sole knowledge of the country, Lord Nobel speeds up the conversation.

[Nobel]: “Then I’ll cut to the chase.” [Nobel]: “The truth is that Sanct Sybil is planning to join the Nobel Michel Alliance.” [Nobel]: “As they’re still a new nation, they’re searching for talent both inside and outside the country.” [Nobel]: “In pursuit of capable individuals, the prince of Sanct Sybil has come to me for some guidance, so…” Cutting his own words short, a smile then markedly graces his features.

[Nobel]: “Kara, you are to be the exclusive designer of Sanct Sybil Castle.” [Nobel]: “I thought that I’d like to go see you work there.” [Kara]: “Uh-…” (I’m… going to be the exclusive designer… for a royal castle?!)

[Nobel]: “Besides yourself, I’ve been in talks with other talented folks in all sorts of industries.” [Nobel]: “It’s only the designer position that’s yet to be decided.” [Nobel]: “I personally wanted to recommend you, but… what do you think?” [Kara]: “Um… I’m truly grateful to be able to have this conversation with you, but…” [Kara]: “Since I’m still new to this, I don’t have any achievements to show for anything.” [Kara]: ���Knowing that, why did you call on me for this…?” I can’t hide my own utter confusion from his sudden invitation. Voicing my bewildered thoughts with that question, the corners of his lips quirk up into a smile.

[Nobel]: “I learned about you through a list I asked from Jean Pierre.” Lord Nobel, upon consulting with the prince of Sanct Sybil, requested Jean Pierre to produce a list of designers with promising futures. (Jean Pierre himself put me on that list…) [Nobel]: “Certainly, you don’t have any prior accolades… but within the multitude of applicants, I saw your design sketches,” [Nobel]: “and I was considerably charmed by them.” [Nobel]: “I grew delighted just from simply looking at that design.” [Nobel]: “And for that reason I wish to bring you to Sanct Sybil, a nation newly born into this world.” [Nobel]: “I think that a person full of zeal like yourself is necessary for such a place.”   [Kara]: “Your Grace…” [Nobel]: “By all means, please consider it for me.” (I’m simply unworthy to be having this sort of discussion…)

At Lord Nobel’s invitation, I…

➢ “Give me some time.” ❆ ➢ “If it is all right with the other party…”

➢ "Give me some time.” Having heard all of this from Lord Nobel so far, the feeling of wanting to give it a shot comes to me. (But…) [Kara]: “…Could you give me a bit of time to think about it?” [Nobel]: ”Of course. You should go ponder it a great deal before coming to a decision.”  ➼

➢ “If it is all right with the other party…” [Kara]: “If it is all right with the other party, I feel that I would like to accept this offer.” [Kara]: “However…” There’s an uneasy feeling in my heart about it, and my words drift off. Then Lord Nobel, as if he understood my thoughts nods his head once. [Nobel]: “It’s all right if you don’t rush yourself to a decision.”  ➼

➼ [Nobel]: “Can you give Zain an answer a few days from now?” [Kara]: “Understood.” Putting my answer on hold for a moment, I depart Nobel Castle.

(The chance to be the exclusive designer for a royal castle won’t ever come by me again, but…) (While Jean Pierre is having a hard time, I can’t just leave him like this.) Turning down the offer to be dropped off at my apartment, I head towards the office of Jean Pierre.

[Jean Pierre]: “Oh my, is that ma petite?” [Kara]: “Pierre!” Not expecting to meet him like this, I’m surprised to see him here. As if he had sensed something about me, he smiles.

[Jean Pierre]: “…With a face like that, looks like you got something to talk about, hmm?” [Jean Pierre]: “Instead of standing around outside to chat, please just come on in.”

Pierre unlocks the door to his office and I come inside. [Jean Pierre]: “You somehow came all the way here… Could it be that you had talked with Lord Nobel?” [Kara]: “…Yes.” [Kara]: “I received an invitation to work as the exclusive designer of Sanct Sybil Castle.” [Kara]: “But for someone like me, who has no experience nor achievements, to take up such a grand job is…”  [Kara]: “I don’t really have the confidence that I can do something like that.” [Kara]: “And on top of that, I want to be further taught by you…”

[Jean Pierre]: “What are you saying?! Is this not a good thing? This is your big chance!” He looks at me with a serious expression. [Jean Pierre]: “In that list I submitted to Lord Nobel, there were also designers that had prior achievements.” [Jean Pierre]: “Despite that, I was convinced that you would be the one to be chosen.” [Kara]: “Why… is that?” [Jean Pierre]: “From your designs, I feel this power to them.” [Jean Pierre]: “There are some parts that are rough around the edges, but there’s this energy, one that can completely transform people, hidden within!” [Jean Pierre]: “Lord Nobel definitely sensed that too, I bet.” [Kara]: “Ah…” (Thinking about it, Lord Nobel did say something along those lines…) (He said that the designs- from simply looking at them, he grew delighted…)

[Jean Pierre]: “Please believe in yourself.” [Jean Pierre]: “I, as well as His Grace, would never recommend someone who we’d feel couldn’t do the job.”  [Jean Pierre]: “I believe in your potential, ma petite.” [Kara]: “Pierre…” Even though he himself is in a difficult position, he’s so firmly supporting me in this. With my heart overwhelmed with such emotion that I couldn’t speak, Jean Pierre smiles. [Jean Pierre]: “I’m also going to use this moment as a source of encouragement for myself, as I plan to work hard as a designer once more.” [Jean Pierre]: “One day, no doubt in my mind― the offices of Jean Pierre will be restored!” [Jean Pierre]: “And that’s why, ma petite… without worrying about these offices, please just go and try what you want to try.” [Kara]: “…Thank you!” (I can’t let this chance from Jean Pierre and Lord Nobel just pass me by.) Urged on by Jean Pierre, a smile appears on my face as my chest is enveloped in this determination. 

―That night. Resolute in accepting the offer of exclusive designer, I contact Zain as soon as I return to the apartment. [Kara]: “Concerning the aforementioned position of Sanct Sybil’s designer… I think that I will accept the invitation.” [Zain]: “Thank you very much. I think that His Grace will be quite pleased to hear that.” In a soft tone - As if thinking for a moment, Zain continues to speak. [Zain]: “If I can be honest with you, the prince of Sanct Sybil himself is actually coming to stay at the castle for official business.” [Zain]: “Normally, we would hold your interview over at Sanct Sybil, but…” [Zain]: “Since the prince will be coming over, how about you two introduce each other here at Nobel Castle instead?” (Is that so?) (Even if Lord Nobel is recommending me, it could become a situation where the prince of Sanct Sybil is not too impressed by me.) [Kara]: “I see… If you could reserve some time for that, that’d be great.” [Zain]: “Then, I shall make the proper arrangements and contact you again.” And with that, it was decided that I would meet the prince of Sanct Sybil.

A few days later―

I’ve been called to Nobel Castle once more. While having a spot of tea with Lord Nobel and Theo, I bow my head again. [Kara]: “―Thank you for granting me an opportunity like this.” [Nobel]: “Ohohoho.” [Nobel]: “At any rate.. you’ve become quite resolute about this.” [Kara]: “…Yes. Your Grace has given me words of immense appreciation, and Jean Pierre has also encouraged me.” [Kara]: “I think, as a designer, I want to take advantage of these chances given to me.”  (But… with no achievements of my own, I wonder if the Prince will approve of me…) Anxiety running through my heart, Lord Nobel smiles while stroking his beard. [Nobel]: “I also have hopes for you, Miss Kara.” [Nobel]: “I believe that, surely, the prince of Sanct Sybil will indeed require your power.” [Kara]: “Thank you…!” When I beam at Lord Nobel’s kind words, Theo then cuts into the conversation.

[Theo]: “So Kara… really is a designer, huh.”

[Theo]: “But… if it were possible, I was hoping that you’d become the designer for this castle.” [Kara]: “Hehe, thank you.” [Kara]: “I think that I definitely wouldn’t be able to be the designer for Nobel Michel, but I hope one day I’ll be able to make clothes for you, Theo.” Replying to Theo with a smile, Lord Nobel watches us with a gentle look on face. [Nobel]: “Ho ho, looks like you two have become quite close.” [Nobel]: “As I thought, Kara, you seem to have this charm that just mellows out everything around you.” He laughed heartily when there came a knock on the door. [Zain]: “Please excuse the interruption,”

[Zain]: “For I have brought Prince Yakov of Sanct Sybil.” 

➤ “op are u just making excuses to post caps of zain as much as possible” perhaps PERHAPS if im gonna need to break down the blobs of text, zain is nice to look at

(Ah…) I get up from my chair, and face the doorway nervously.  But at the next moment, my eyes instinctively open wide. (That, person…) The figures that followed behind Zain were two men I was familiar with― 

The platinum-blond man with the air of intimidating beauty, and the man in the butler uniform who had worn a smile on his face― 

The people I had witnessed in the courtyard days before.

[Prince Yakov]: “―As I have heard that you have found a candidate for the designer position, I have come.” [Prince Yakov]: “Your Grace, I give you my humble gratitude for granting my request.” [Kara]: “Eh…” [Prince Yakov]: “…” I inadvertently let out a small cry of surprise, and the Prince finally meets my eyes. For a split second his eyes had widened, but almost immediately after it shifts into a sharp gaze. (A person like him is the prince of Sanct Sybil, of all things…)

Steeped in the shocking reality of it all, I stare dumbfounded at Prince Yakov―

➤ now part of me was thinking, do people really need all the screencaps of when he makes the -_- face but honestly him doing the -_- face for half of his portraits on this route is part of the experience

To be continued…

(Letter)

➤ so uh this might be a crapshoot in terms of placement bc there’s diff letters based on the special story you choose, and also i forget where the last few letters go loool but that won’t be a problem until later

From: Yakov Title: (untitled)

…So you are the designer recommended by Lord Nobel? If you come to my country, you will be treated to the finest hospitality. Therefore you should not ponder over unnecessary matters and just bring yourself here. Good?

―Yakov

holy fucc idk why this is more tiring to translate than other stuff. maybe bc this is a slow route where we have exposition and non-romantic chara development we have to tread thru first. also lol translating the bmp writers’ style seems like more work? vs stuff like cybird? idk it’s hard to explain.  i’m not a super big fan of what i have rn…. in fact i’m like wtf what is this incomprehensible garbage i made... but i’m too tired to do revisions rn…… aye… but i’ll definitely look over it again in attempt to give it more clarity+readability so yea. there’s nothing’s “wrong” in terms of the literal meaning per se - it’s more like i’d like to make it flow better and actually follow grammar rules instead of cheating with dashes and line breaks hahaaa 

anyway guess ill see u at the next part when (if?) i bother to do it. hrmmm i should try to make the chunks larger given that this story is 15 eps + 3 special stories (with ~3 variations for each story) + epilogue but fuuu ill get there when i get there

Next Episode…

“If you wish to hear of my tastes - you will have to ask me in a more alluring voice.”

yea thats rite im hitting u with the azn drama cliffhanger. well now i have to do this translation or else this would be mean….. this is a psychological effort to get me to not leave this unfinished

Again, thanks for reading!

[jae-canikeepyou]

| dimples | j.jh

pairing: jaehyun x fem!reader genre: fluff + elite!au a/n: i wanted to try something new. idk if this is even good lolz. i went too extra with the names hahaha. you’ll know what i mean. ;) this is probably the longest i’ve written so far. enjoy reading~

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“i don’t want to go!” you sighed onto your pillow as she opened the blinds of your window. the sunlight irritated you where it meant it was the morning of the formal event.

“whether you like it or not, you have to go as you are representing the company! you’re the director’s child!” your assistant, sua said so sternly, she had to pull the covers and shivers went down your spine.

“it’s cold! and it’s still early!” you gave a tantrum, your hands wandered the bed for the blanket fabric.

“c’mon get your bum off the bed! the makeover preparation takes longer than the travel time.” sua tapped your shoulders.

you sat up with no intentions of fixing your hair, eyes glared at your assistant. she crossed her arms seeing the state of you, not so lady-like for the only daughter of five.

“it’s a masquerade party for young adults, sons and daughters of the top companies will be there. and your brothers thought you needed a refresher from the hectic semester.” she held your hand to get off the bed.

a click of a tongue made sua think your brothers decided something without your consent, again. they knew you hadn’t been living the life of a normal college student. and of course, being an only daughter had people’s eyes on you since you had started to walk.

your four brothers were all working, handling different sections and departments of the company. the fourth brother being seven years older than you while the others before him were a year apart from each other. a huge age gap, so you were protected most of the time.

mistaken as your bodyguards throughout middle and high school, but really they planned to beat up any boy who attempted to approach you. as mentioned earlier, they were ‘protecting’ you, when you were currently eighteen.

“dance? oh it’s going to be so boring. i’d rather stay home and eat ice-cream.” you brushed your teeth.

“miss y/n, would you rather want your brothers be escorting and guarding you all night?” she asked, making your ears perk up at the possible actions your brothers might do.

“no thank you, sua. i’m old enough to be handling myself.” you slipped into your slippers.

sua opened the door and together you headed down to the kitchen where breakfast was ready. your groggy self walked lazily when your brother were all dressed up for work— suited up, strong perfume and permed hair. they saw you still in pj’s and chuckled at the fact you had no efforts in trying to be lady-like on normal basis, except for school and other meetings.

“our little sister seems to be excited for the dance tonight.” eunjae sipped his coffee, the oldest son.

“who said i was going?!” you spat as you raised and rested your legs onto your chair. “and for the record i know you’re the one who put my name onto the list.”

“well y/n, it’s a must for all sons and daughters of-”

“of the top leading companies of the country.” you cut him off as you completed his sentence.

“mother had prepared your outfit.” the second son seungjae added, as he fixed his tie.

“already?” you munched on your toast.

“i think it will look great on you, bub.” minjae rubbed your already messy hair.

“our y/n’s having her first formal dance~” hanjae lifted you from the chair, spinning you around while you kicked repetitively, hoping your fourth brother would bring you down.

“let go! i’ll puke on you! mleh-” you complained.

“not on my new suit y/n!” hanjae still spun until he passed your body to your father.

“father! tell them to stop messing around!” you pouted, your father pecked you on the forehead.

“well i agree with them! you missed the senior prom last year.” he laughed as he sat down. “all the more reason why they’re happy for you.”

“it’s not like it’s my wedding.” you rolled your eyes with arms crossed.

“hm they’ll be more happy by then!” he placed you down.

“father! you-” you balled your fists. your father made a face by which your brothers copied him. “urgh! i’m going back to my room!”

a gentle hand tapped on your shoulders, later wrapping around them. the soles of your feet went to a halt. the person who was stern yet lenient at the same time, your mother’s presence had always made you feel like a child again. “never mind them, my dear y/n. they don’t show it, but they love you lots.”

you sighed. your mother cupped your face to bring you a kiss on the forehead. “if they actually do they better stop treating me like i’m eight.”

“maybe we will treat you like eighteen when we see you in the gown.” they said simultaneously.

“whatever.”

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the night came quicker than most days and before you knew it, you were sitting in a limousine. your childhood friends had spotted your limo arriving late. they were gesturing you to come out and in for the queue. at the entrance, every attendee had their attire all in glamour, like always.

you rummaged the insides of your purse, looking for that one item— the mask. gladly the event was a masquerade party. not like you didn’t want anyone to recognize you. but as mentioned, eyes were on you, so you had a certain reputation to them.

you later stood with your childhood friends and giggled at their jokes they made. “y/n, glad you could make it this time.” mirae hugged your waist.

“ah well. what choice do i have when my brothers signed me up?” you puckered your lips.

jaehyun along with his friends sat at a table by the staircase, where young ladies soon came to his view. he saw a specific girl who wore a backless red mermaid gown. her hair bunned perfectly to one side where braids aligned with it. strands of curls dangled by her temples and her gold mask brought attention. the classical music had softened, bringing to a pause.

“what kind of party is this?” ten threw a menu page to the table. “i’m starting to get bored. entertainment needed.”

“regret coming here?” mark shrugged. ten mumbled about he could’ve stayed home for a movie marathon.

“got your eyes on anyone yet?” taeyong asked his friends.

“ladies here are all pretty tonight, even with masks.” johnny interrupted the boys, where he noticed jaehyun staring into space. he looked to where he was staring to, only to have his eyes at ladies on the top of the staircase.

jaehyun’s lips agape when you and your friends walked to the food table. he thought your golden mask brought out the light in your eyes, something he couldn’t look away from. when the dance floor slowly got occupied, he already knew who to dance with. the only thing was, how he would initiate.

his friends saw him not paying any attention to their conversation, let alone knowing that they were even with him. his bitten lips showed how nervous he was. by that johnny and the others knew, jaehyun found a crush. they nudged at each other, doing few rounds of rock paper scissors to see if the boy would get flustered when they brought it up.

mark licked his lips and shook his hands, as if he were to spar in a boxing arena. he walked to jaehyun and asked if he had eyes on someone. “bet you it’s one of them at the food table.”

jaehyun slightly flinched, not that mark had noticed. but his ears told him the answer. “i wanna dance with her.”

“then go.” johnny appeared from behind. “it’s the girl in red right? go get her before i do.” he teased.

mirae pulled your hands when the force made your legs walk to the dance floor. you insisted on stay at the food table, but she said it wasn’t the only thing you came here for. as you gave in, the music changed to a much slower pace. the couples around you had partners, and mirae later was asked by a guy to dance.

oh how you felt awkward and stupid at the same time standing there as you looked for way to exit. the crowd was getting closer and heck you felt dizzy at the movements even at dimmed lighting. “can i have this dance?” a boy asked and you turned around.

he looked decent, smart and boy his smile radiated sunshine even at night. his black mask appeared like universe where his eyes twinkled like stars. behind the mask you already knew he was that handsome. “is it alright?” he asked.

“oh.” you gasped. “of course it’s alright.”

he bowed and held your gloved hands, bringing your left to rest on his shoulders. “phew. i thought you would refuse.”

you smiled at his assumption. who would refuse to a gentleman anyway? “i would appear a snob if i do.”

“really?” he chuckled and his pearly whites made you feel.. giddy. “you’re too pretty to be a snob. but anyway, glad you didn’t refuse because i’ve been bombarded with asks for a dance by the ladies.”

you looked from left to right as you tried to spot the ladies he told you about. realizing this, he leaned in closer to where his lips were centimeters away from your ears. “at your 9 o’clock.” he whispered.

ladies of your age glared at you with daggers, like you have stolen their beloved. “i see. i could tell why they would ask you.”

he raised his brows in question to your statement. “i guess you’ve been quite the magnet in this event tonight.” your eyes shone that jaehyun stared at them.

his lips agape and he blinked his eyes several times like dust had entered them before he looked at you again. “there must be something wrong with my eyes.”

“i have some eye drops if you wa-” you were cut off despite showing a hint of worry.

“i can’t seem to take them off you.”

you jutted your lips, holding a smile where it definitely sent butterflies to your stomach. pick-up line huh, smooth. was he up for a battle? he was trying to flirt with you, and you weren’t the person to back down a battle.

he twirled you around and switched hand postures, still swaying and stepping to the ever slow rhythm. “i told you how you were quite a magnet tonight, right?”

“yes you did. what about it-” jaehyun asked, but you cut him off almost immediately.

“you sure are attracting me too.”

jaehyun’s small smile was enough for you to know he was hit by it. he tried to hold back a sloppy grin before eventually giving up. “that was good. but did you know that you owe me a drink?” he whispered into your ears again.

your slight giggle made jaehyun smile, the anticipation in you grew. “i dropped mine earlier when i saw you at the staircase.”

“oh wow.” you fanned yourself, true to the fact you did blush. “is it hot in here or is it you?”

“i guess it’s me.” his hands that held your waist went a little lower, pulling you closer from the actual distance.

“you’ve got a way with your words huh?” you smirked.

“i do, but yours pulled my heartstrings.” he leaned in to where he bent down, leveling his face to yours.

he kissed you on the cheek and you swore the butterflies inside fluttered more than usual. bold move, but little did you know he felt the same too.

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“so you just forgot after you passed out in the limo?” ayeon asked you, leaning onto her arm that supported her chin.

“i didn’t forget. why would i? i loved the feeling.” you hugged your pillow.

the sun wasn’t up yet and there you were with ayeon and mirae, they chose to sleep over at your place after you had shots of who knew how many. ayeon eyed you, still suspicious of your answer. “what? i really did.”

“ooh y/n’s in love.” mirae teased.

“what’s his name then?” ayeon asked, making you flinch and up on your toes.

“agh we were so busy flirting with pick-up lines that i forgot to ask!” you plopped onto your bed, whining like a child who’d want a giant lollipop.

huge laughter from the two made you feel unaccomplished, or maybe you were just overthinking. you wore you fluffy slippers as you went down the stairs for breakfast. they soon followed and continued to tease you.

“it’s okay if you don’t know his name!” mirae said. “you must remember how he looked like!”

“pfft. as if. we were wearing masks last night and y/n passed out before we all took off the masks at the end of the party.” ayeon laughed as she took a toast from the counter.

gosh they weren’t helping you at all.

“anything else you noticed about him? suit? facial features?” mirae asked.

that question alone made you wonder and thought hard to the point your head had already reached the surface of the table. you tried to remember. he had a black suit, red bow tie and brown hair. his smiles to your pick-up lines were the only ones stuck in your mind.

wait. there was something else.

“dimples..” you murmured.

“what?” they asked simultaneously.

“he had dimples! oh my gosh! he did!” you squealed and rushed up to your bedroom, typing away words at a social media platform under a hashtag of the event last night. maybe there had been photos of him that might’ve reveal his name.

the two puffed breaths as the entered your room. “you sure you can track this guy there?”

you scrolled down several images, columns of selfies and aesthetic areas of the event hall. none of them seemed to catch your eye, more of, he hadn’t popped up in any of the pictures you passed by. “nope.” you popped your lips. “help me here.”

“wow i’ve never seen y/n so interested besides studying and.. studying.” ayeon said, earning a hit on the head by you.

“let her be since she’s so into dimples.” mirae cackled, eyes following at the speed of your mouse scrolling. “stop! he’s the guy i danced with. his name’s johnny.” she pointed at the screen.

“okay, not what i was looking for..” your voice getting impatient.

“no but i remember he tagged along with dimples.” her tone convinced you. “check his profile.”

you did as you were told, and the words slowly came into you when you clicked onto a certain picture he was tagged in.

“jaehyun.” his name escaped your lips, sending the same fluttering butterflies into your stomach.

“hey, y/n.” mirae snapped her fingers in from of you. “did i tell you johnny and i exchanged numbers?”

you turned to her with flushed cheeks and you knew you wanted to meet dimples again.

“y/n’s crush’s name is jaehyun?” one of your brothers yelled from the hallway. “oh dudes you hear? he’s a ‘jae’!” “whoops aren’t all jae’s handsome?” “y/n! just so you know we’re lowkey implying we’re handsome too!” “we approve of him!”

“stop eavesdropping you twerps!” you yelled.

should you greet him with another pick-up line when you see him? who cares?

you knew you’ll meet jaehyun again.

a/n: yes lol i had to include this mood board just bc,, jaehyun looks hot *shys away* hahaha :p

[soullessfeline-blog]

Princess Charming and Kaynderella // AU

Pairing: Zoe/Kayn (Zoyn)

Rated: PG13 (Following content contains profanity)

Source of Characters: League of Legends 

Alternative Link: ao3

|Note: His name is just “Kayn” not Kaynderella in case you’re confused, it’s just the title.|

The party’s opening ceremony ended just when the sun is entirely set, now it’s time for the real party to begin.

The princess yawned in boredom, “finally! The introduction, and speech are all done. That was hella boring, no one even caught my eye. I guess I’ll observe for now.” Zoe said and relaxed her back. She might just jump around and trample all over everybody’s business but it’s too crowded for her to do so. Almost half of the night, all she did was sit down on her throne, while guests will invite her for a dance.

On the other hand, no one noticed that a scheming thief has entered the palace. He is dressed in a formal suit after all, makes him a non-suspicous looking guy in that attire. He blends in the crowd perfectly, he looks like someone who comes from one of the royalties. Splendid hair, charming—yet not-so-charming to the point everyone will eye on him—you can just say he’s not that perfect looking although he doesn’t look like a bad guy at all. Though he wasn’t even invited! His name wasn’t on the guest’s list, he couldn’t also enter without being called out from the lists, now how did he even enter the palace? Such a strategic guy.

The thief acts like he’s nobody’s business, trying to be lowkey as he keeps peeping on a certain someone. Nonchalantly observing, without anyone noticing his doings; except for the princess who is also observing no one but the crowd.

The princess will gladly dance from time to time— if not she’ll just look at the crowd, though this time she politely declined. Because someone caught her eye in the mere flock of people, and she’d rather watch him subtly for a moment. She waited no more, deciding to make an approach.

“Hello there! Name is Zoe, a.k.a. Princess Charming,” The princess sneaked behind and poked the guy’s shoulder as he flinched and looked at the girl’s way, then looking back at the princess’ throne.

“Wait... what? You were just...” His voice turned the volume down on its own, “sitting there.”

“Yes, I know. I was like a ninja huh? Just like you.” She said and winked.

“How much do you know?” He said and stepped back, he had his guard down but putting it back up.

“How much you asked? As much that you want to steal something?” She answered with a bit of a tone that puts it into a question, fixing her crown on her head. Which is what the thief was eyeing on for a while now. “But not that much I guess, I don’t even know your name! Do you mind if you tell me?”

“Yes, I mind. You’re gonne tell on me and get me locked up, I’m not that dumb.”

“I guess you are that dumb...” she laughed, “because I won’t tell anyone about you sneaking in here and trying to steal something. I was paying attention to everyone who gets their name called. I didn’t see you walk down the aisle.”

“How can I be sure that you won’t tell anyone? You are funny, thinking you are that smart. I shall flee-”

“And name your mission as failed? Your dad will be so disappointed at you.” Zoe sighed as a sign of mockery.

The thief took a deep breath to keep himself composed and speaks, “why do you care?”

“Aren’t you even honored to be talking to the princess herself? Try to be... I don’t know? Polite, even a little bit? Oh well, but I have an offer for you! How about we play a little game?” She started walking backwards, “I’ll let you get what you want—and I won’t tell anyone that’s a promise—but you have to chase and get it from me.”

Ah, she started running.

Though no one even noticed, no one even cared.

The thief sighed, “how did she even know about my father? Just how much did she know? How did she figure out that I was after that? Was I that obvious? Can I even take her promise seriously? Why should I play her stupid game?” He rained himself with questions, knowing that they won’t be answered by themselves. “It’s a do or die I guess, rather than my father being disappointed at me.”

He started sprinting through the terrace, as he jumped off landing on the lower ground hall, “perfect.” He commented and smirked, his pace began to get faster, from a sprint to a run, he noticed that the hall is empty and no one would see him. Therefore, he started running after the uncanny princess, who he just saw walking aimlessly in that specific hall. “Now let’s get this over with, and get that damn thing off her.”

“Not so fast cutie!” She said and dodged as she looked back at him. “I never thought you would really take that offer, I’m surprised!”

“Urgh!” He wasn’t that enraged, but that surprised him, she was able to dodge him.

“You’re as fleet-footed as your father, I see. I better level up my game then.” Zoe giggled, running away from him as she entered rooms.

“Cutie? Was that a fucking compliment? Ew.” He shook his head in disgust, going back to his target; chasing after her. “This damn palace sure is huge, a lot of doors like a goddamn puzzle.”

“Having a trouble finding me?” Zoe giggled teasingly as she showed up behind from one of the doors.

“You little-”

“Ehem,” she fake coughed, “manners pretty boy.”

“Pretty boy? Are you insulting me?! I’m not up to your annoying little game.”

“Then why are you still chasing me?” They started running again.

“Just give me the goddamn thing if you are aware of what it is.” He hissed.

“Aw, there’s no fun in that if I just give you what you want in an instant! Are you out of your mind?” Zoe asked without even turning her face back to look at the thief who is still chasing after her.

“Are you?” He returned the question.

“No, just bored! The party is lame, eugh!”

“Aren’t you the princess? Why don’t you do something to make it less boring?” He asked as he jumped through the fence following the princess, leading them outside to the garden.

“Because it will be improper of me, duh?” She rolled her eyes even though he won’t be able to see it.

“What kind of fun are you even thinking of?”

“Well... this maybe? I don’t know but anything with competitions, challenges and... explosion!” Zoe laughed menacingly, “it’s a joke... the explosion part.”

“How about I make your head explode instead? And see if it’s anything fun? Because this? This thing, chasing you or whatever is nowhere near fun.”

“For you, it might not be fun. This is fun for me though!-- Heh, as expected of you, make my head explode huh?” She laughed it off, no trace of fear in her voice.

“That doesn’t scare you? And as expected of me? What do you even know about me?”

She stopped from running and finally looked at his way, saying “That—doesn’t concern you,”  with her tongue out and eyes winked.

“Finally, gonna be in my grasp-” His speech was cut off as the princess just smiled at him. “Wait... is this some trap or some sort?”

“What? Of course not! I made a promise, didn’t I?”

“Then why did you stop from running? Oh, perhaps you’re finally at your limit and giving up now.” He guessed.

“Wrong!” She grinned innocently, “I just wanted to see how you look up close once more.”

“W-wha--” Heat rising up at the thief’s face as he stood still in front of her, body froze from the sudden turn of events, “n-no, you’re trying to remember my face so you can get me caught the next day— that’s right!”

“What crazy assumptions are you getting in your head? Your third hunch might be more accurate, plus you even blushed!” She teased, reading from his facial expressions, she thought that the flustered thief was thinking more and still has a third guess.

“S-shut up!”

“Your third hunch was... you think, that I was thinking your face is fairly attractive, right?”

“What? No?... No.”

“Well you’re right about that, that’s my reason.” The princess chuckled not minding his dishonest answer, as she examined his face once more, but now closely.

“Hah?! I just said no!” He said in denial, moving his face away from hers.

“That scar on your face, around your eyes... it actually looks good on you, as if it is something meaningful.” She grabbed his hand, “and your hand... it has some sort of burn, though your hand gives me some kind of... comfort—was it?”

The thief pulled his hand away, “w-what are you blabbering about? You’re insane!”

“And you’re funny, I’m just admiring you, you know? You should be honored. Cool braid by the way, braid me sometimes, 'kay?” She went off running again, going back inside the palace.

“Dammit! She was already in front of me, why didn’t I just grab it?” He talked to himself as he covered his cheeks with his palms, feeling the warmth of his face. He isn’t tired yet but he feels some kind-of fatigue, overwhelmed and all. So instead of running, he just walked slowly as a little rest. “She’s a little fast too, I can’t even pull her longass hair.”

He quietly peeked in each room to see where she’s hiding, but someone poked at his back again, making him flinched. “Hey!” He looked back, finally he found the princess, rather the princess found him.

“You got tired huh?” She asked.

“No, I still have full energy but... this is just lame. And even if my time is also up, I couldn’t care anymore less.”

“You must be faking...”

“Faking or not, there’s no much time and I have to be back before midnight.” He sighed, “I’ll be fleeing, see you never, princess.”

The thief started to walk out, but she called him, “wait! Was it really boring for you?”

“Not really, I guess you can just say I got tired of your shit.” He said without looking back.

“Please stop walking for a second!” And so he did, still not looking back, instead she walked around his fit body to face him.

“What now?” He said looking down at the princess, with dead eyes.

“Yeesh, lighten up will you?” Zoe grabbed his hand as she placed something on it, not allowing him to see, hence she closed his hand on her own. “Also, don’t ever say never.” She winked at him again, finally walking away but before she does, she gave his back a slight tap.

He glanced back to her direction, noticing that her crown isn’t on her head, but it’s hanging on her pocket without the gem in it. Thus, he opened his hand, only to see the missing gem that was on her crown, now laying on his own hand. His lips formed a little smile on its own accord. “So she did know I needed the gem and not just the crown huh? What a keen lady.”

He decided to walk back home, as he put the gem securely in his pocket. But he felt a piece of paper in his mere pocket, “what’s this? I don’t remember putting something in here.” He pulled out the paper, and uncrampled it.

Hi Kayn! Just a little letter from the dear princess! That gem you have in your hand is nothing but a replica, hehe. It completely doesn’t have any value. Sorry for tricking you but maybe you want to attend my next upcoming party and give you a little something? Something real this time of course! As a reward for keeping everything fun for me. Please don’t be mad at me! You’re absolutely invited to every party that I will be hosting in the future. You’re damn attractive by the way.

Sincerely yours,

Princess Charming, Zoe ♥

Kayn opened his hand once again, looking at the gem. “No value huh? You gave this to me— the princess did; ergo, replica or not, there’s a value- wait, what the fuck am I saying?” He shook the thought off his head, he decided to keep the gem though, putting it and the letter back to his pocket. “Might as well attend...”

“But wow, she was able to slip the letter in my pocket like thin air, that girl really doesn’t stop from surprising me... dammit here I am again talking to myself like crazy.” Kayn scratched his head trying to knock off those silly thoughts. “That trickster... how am I still not mad from getting tricked? Was it because she called me attractive? No, that doesn’t make sense, why did I even think of that as a possibility? Ugh!”

“Who called you what?” That deep voice made Kayn jump and throw all of the thoughts away. Not even aware that he’s already near his place.

“Z- Zed... father, haha! I- uh,” Kayn panicked.

“Hold that thought, I told you it’s not necessary to call me father, considering I am not even your real father. Anyway, did you get the gem?”

Kayn took a long pause, hesitant on answering. “No... I’m sorry.”

“Eh, whatever, you tried.” Zed let it pass, he didn’t show any sign of disappointed.

“Why?”

“I found an alternative way to seal the book while you were away, so it’s fine, I can just do that instead. Just go back inside and go to bed.” Zed ordered, “it’s already late.”

“Then why did I have to get it before midnight? Weren’t you in a hurry?”

“Eh? No, I am not in a hurry, boy. I just didn’t want you to stay up any more late. Now hurry up and go to bed.” Zed calmly answered, Kayn did as he says.

"Going back to that letter, it says Hi Kayn— weird, how did she know my name? Does she know all along?... She really was trying to fool me huh,” Kayn went back into talking to himself as soon as he entered his room. “Nevertheless,” he continued as he placed the letter and the semi-precious stone in his so-called treasure box, “she may have tricked me, but I’m not gonna lie, I did have fun for a moment.” He hid the box where no one else could’ve guessed.

“Heh. It was such a pleasure, Zoe.” That was Kayn’s last words as he entirely drifted off to sleep.

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Okay so I promised a bunch of pics from ScotFest 2018, and I’ve been stuck posting from my phone for the last two days so - sorry for the delay, but here we go with the good stuff.  It’s long, but stay with me, you’re gonna enjoy this mad trip.

First, let me say this.

FUUUUUCCCCCCCKK.  I knew I was gonna be having McClary flashbacks the whole time but it started out ridiculous and just got worse as the day went on.

The moment we pulled up the first thing that stepped into view was a dude in an anarchy tee shirt with a kilt and Docs and long black hair strutting down the sidewalk.  If Chem!Tom was Scottish...oh wait a sec, didn’t he say at some point that he was a bit, on his mother’s side?  Works for me.  So anyway, we arrive at ScotFest and walk the long way to the shuttle bus pick-up with a bunch of kilted guys and an elderly couple dressed in ancient clan clothing (they looked awesome).  And before we even get off the bus at the festival grounds, we’re blasted with bagpipe music as a full regalia marching pipe band parades past the entrance.  Something smells REALLY.GOOD. and off to the left of the entrance is a field where two Mol-pups are chasing sheep around while their shepherd whistles commands loud enough to split your head open.  Yep, McClary flashbacks, right off the bat.  And big Scottish athletes are throwing things that don’t look like they were meant to be thrown, though the biggest and most impressive athletes on the field are the females who are using pitchforks to hurl big bags of sand backwards over their shoulders over a bar that’s about 20 feet above their heads.�� Big is looking at me like “What the hell, mom??” so I tell him the ancient Scots were farmers and they made games and competitions out of their farm chores.  He’s like “No, I mean why are you breathing so hard?”

No comment.  Did I mention that the females were really impressive?  Good start to the day.

So we move on past the games into the main festival area and everywhere are man-knees.  I’ve never really paid much attention to man-knees before, but to be honest they’re kinda...hot.  I don’t even know why.  And there were so many of them...hundreds and hundreds of man-knees on open display, it’s almost like I shouldn’t be looking but they’re RIGHT THERE all over the damn place and I feel like a pervert scamming peeks.  And calves.  Man calves.  Not normally a fan, but there were some good ones on display.

The first thing we did was hit the tribal music tent and it was over for me before it even got good and started...because on the stage inside the tribal music tent was THIS Scottish god:

Don’t worry, the picture quality will get better.  So we settle in to enjoy the music and this guy is eating up the stage and spanking the shit out of that drum, and then he starts blowing on a flippin’ didgeridoo (yeah, a nine foot long Australian horn, don’t ask me why but omg that man’s lung power was making the ground rumble under our feet and all I could think was how that skill might carry over, if you know what I mean).

Suddenly I’m really interested in nine foot horns.

A really cool thing about hitting the afternoon shows was the fact that you could go right up to the side of the stage and nobody cared.  So I did.

Physically painful, let me tell ya.  I could just almost look up his skirt.

That horn is vibrating the ground where I’m standing and I’m actually relieved when he switches back to the drum because all that vibration has shifted my panties about two inches to the left and it’s getting uncomfortable.  The drum isn’t much better though, and neither is the view from where I’m standing - he’s a big stout bull and I’m three feet away from him while he beats that drum to a whimpering death.  I could reach out and tickle his bare knee if I felt like getting divorced.

So I go back and sit with my guys again and he starts doing this:

KNEES.  I mentioned man-knees before, didn’t I?  Well here, have a pair.  I’ll post a video later of what he did to this poor little drum, and to his own thick neck - because I can’t even describe it, and you know words are my thing.  He played his freaking adam’s apple or something, I don’t even know.

There were actually two other musicians on the stage with him, but I sort of forgot they were there.

There were also lots of adorable father/son kilted combos present - and yep, a bagpiper rounds out the onstage trio.  But again...man knees.  The ones on the left specifically.

So the show ends after a lot of insane drumming, war cries, didgeridoo blowing, bagpiping, and a really nasty little ditty about a girl who’s been touched so much she’s smooth as a stairway bannister (followed by an anthem to an unhealthy relationship that proclaimed “I’d rather be drunk a thousand years than be sober one minute with you”).  Nice, guys.

As soon as their set is over we leave the tent to go wander around, but most everyone else stays because it is as hot as the freaking surface of the sun on this day and the tent is like an oasis on Mars - which means when the band comes out to let the next band hit the stage, we’re pretty much alone outside with the bull and his two stagemates (sorry backup drummer and bagpiper, you guys were awesome and I loved you but didgeridoo guy vibrated my panties two inches to the left, you know how it is).

Anyway, we’re outside at the merch tent and Husband is buying something and I look up and nearly slam bodily into this:

Drummer/didgeridoo guy.  I vaguely recall yelling to Husband during the deafening noise of the show that he looked like Aquaman, and when I end up face to face with him it’s confirmed.  I think it’s the cranky eyebrow.

I also get to ogle the piper’s bagpipes up close and personal, which was hard to do as didgeridoo guy - whose name is CJ - is standing right behind me while I ooh and ahh over this weird thing, and he’s laughing at me for reasons unknown:

Maybe it was the stupid comment I made about squeezing the bag?

And then the three of them pose for a pic:

Goobers.  At this point Little walks up to them and they all sort of huddle around him and start laughing (Little has light-blindness and has to wear special shades outside so he was half blind and I think he rammed right into the guy with the hat), so I hand my phone to Husband and go to get him.  When I get close, didgeridoo guy puts an arm the size of a tree trunk around me and hugs me up next to him while the other two are tickling Little.  Husband starts snapping pics with my phone, but no, I’m not sharing them because 1) my face, 2) Little’s face, 3) shellshock at being touched by this stud ox without having initiated it myself, and 4) the look on my face clearly says MY PANTIES ARE CROOKED AND HIS SWEAT IS SOAKING THROUGH MY SHIRT AND PHEROMONES PEOPLE OMG PHEROMONES I’M IN PAIN HELP I MAY BE PREGNANT

Yeah, he was drenched in sweat from jumping all over that damn stage schlepping a drum that probably weighed more than me.  My hand was on his back and it came away soaked.  You can consider that a euphemism if you want, it works both ways.

Also - red boots.  Urgh.  And then he goes like this:

Boy was solid as a whiskey barrel, let me tell you.  We came back later to listen to another band and he was out there again, and the girls from the face painting tent had lured him over and braided his hair.  He looked flippin cute.  And by cute I mean Jesus Wept.

So before this turns into an exclusive didgeridoo guy fest (too late, yeah I know) let’s move along to this fine specimen that I found at the blacksmith tent:

Ladies and gentlemen, meet King McClary’s work kilt.

Dude was nice from the front too:

Definitely an Auchinleck, for those of you familiar with The McClary Chronicles.  Check out the tattoo.  And he was making maille battle armor, which I got to touch.  It didn’t shift my panties quite as hard as the drums did, but there was definitely a quiver.

This guy was at the tent next door to the armor tent, making I dunno, bong pipes or something and he was hilarious:

And then there was this guy, listening to ballads in the historical folk music tent and looking all angsty and authentic, like his love just died of a fever and his crop failed so he joined a ships’ crew to find his fortune in a faraway land but the damn boat sank fifteen feet from shore and now he’s just fucking stuck in Scotland and contemplating becoming a villain:

And he was glaring at my child, I don’t know why.  Prissy prick.  I was hoping to see his dick but he was so anal he tucked his kilt under his ass from the front.  Definitely a villain.

After a couple of teary ballads about wailing winds and failed crops or whatever, I dunno, I wasn’t listening because I was too involved in trying to see Prissy Prick’s ballsack, we wander over to the Highland Dance competition and walk in on this:

We’re in there for all of about twelve seconds before Big starts giggling, then Little starts giggling, then I start giggling.  We promptly leave the Highland Dance competition tent, because these girls really worked hard and I don’t want to get arrested for being a dick.

We go watch the Mol-pups chase the sheep around, because nobody cares if you disrupt the proceedings in the middle of a field full of sheep.

And then we watch some more of the Highland Games, in which guys threw stuff while making the best faces I’ve seen since that time Husband wanted to try setting the mirror next to the bed:

Yeah, we giggled.

After that we went back to listen to some more music, because damn.  Scottish rock is da bomb.  Heard a punk band that Husband immediately fell in love with, so I guess we’re evensies on the lusting after Scottish musicians thing now:

Dude on the bagpipes grinned like that through the whole set, I think he was puffing something out of one of those tubes.

And then we walked out into the big freaking middle of about four billion of these:

Noisy effers.  And they don’t stop for anybody - we literally had to jump out of the way because when they paused in front of us, they went into this formation thing and backed up right into where we were standing.  Had to grab Little and yank him up off the ground before he was trampled by some dude wearing a dress and giving an octopus a blow job.

Turned to look at a woman sitting next to us a little later and watched her pull a dagger out of her sock and shine it on her kilt like she was getting ready to go assassinate someone in the crowd.  We left soon after, so I didn’t get to see it go down.  I hope it wasn’t the didgeridoo player, he was cute AF.

All in all it was an 11/12 day, marred only by the outrageous heat and the fact that I’ve been off my supplements and medications for a week in prep for surgery on Tuesday, so I was exhausted and my blood’s gone back to being water again.  We didn’t stay as long as we would have otherwise, but we had fun and experienced a lot of weirdness - I ate haggis on accident, Husband sat down with a plate and I thought it was meatloaf (it was good and I didn’t die, so bonus) - and I got to spend the day surrounded by all the clans that tried to assassinate Thomas The Fucking Marauder.

We’ll be going again next year.  Husband is a descendant of one of the border clans, so he’s heavy into this...and of course you all know what my connection is to it :)

Let me leave you with a picture of a guy about to bullrush a scarecrow.  I don’t know why, I didn’t ask.  Scotland’s weird, ya’ll.