#for the longest time time this was called Royal AU because it was a spin off of one of my Superhero AUs

[thermitetermite]

Hello all who remain!

It's been a while since I've posted here. School has kept me busy and I've kind of drifted from the superhero content I used to post here. However, I've returned (tentatively) because I've spent the last couple years focused on a new project I'd like to eventually publish. With great pleasure I'd like to present my passion project:

The Misadventures of Magehaven Academy

This story follows the adventures of 4 main characters navigating the world of Rembran, a world built off magic, royalty, and secrets that may best be kept secret.

At the center of this world is Magehaven, a kingdom college built for scholars and nobles. It's a place for heirs to forge alliances, 'spares' to find their place in society, and talented mages to make a name for themselves. A cast of colorful characters grace these halls, looking to drive themselves and their kingdoms to success.

This story features:

In-depth world building with unique kingdoms, cultures, and creatures. We have a whole magic vs technology plotline, plans to overthrow the ruling class, and seven officially recognized species! We also have the horrific monsters that are the reason for the uncanny valley effect (that totally have no deeper lore or plot implications).

A cast that explores the difference aspects of the world. How was today's political and social climate created by a century long war? Why is the Northeast completely barren and desolate? Why do we only have medium to small kingdoms that only specialize in one product/trade?

A fantasy genre with themes of comedy, adventure, and horror. There is magic, monsters, and a whole continent to discover! Big focus on food as well (as we look at the world through the eyes of our culinary track main character)

Character growth over the story! Many of my characters suffer. But it's ok they eventually get better (most of them). Character development comes in many forms, most of them painful.

Romance! We have slow burn acquaintances to best friends to lovers! We have tragic love! We have that one quiet couple that just stares at people but they are in love! We have both straight and queer couples (with Ace characters!). And if romance isn't your thing we also have our resident aromantic dwarf/avian duo who try to build a death ray!

Side characters you can love! Includes an assortment of chefs, a pride of nobles, a shoal of feral Mers, and apparently a lot of 'Romance alliance's members. All of them have dumb names like Cheddar Bon Cheesewich and Princess Buttermilk (actual side characters).

A few villains you can hate! Or love. I don't mind. However, I won't make it too obvious in the beginning so have fun during the first few installments!

If any of that interests you the feel free to stick around! I'll be posting about our main characters, the different kingdoms that feature in this story (the difference between staple and luxury kingdoms), and some of the species notes for humans, dwarves, fae, avians, etc.

For the main cast I will be releasing notes about 'Sweet', 'Resort', 'Stone', and 'Fae' (codenames prior to release because it's fun). If you have one you'd like to know about first answer in the poll below.

If anyone has any questions about the story or requests for what to be released feel free to ask!

Welcome to Magehaven!

[stay-midnight]

Royals. II

Hwang Hyunjin x Male Reader

W.C: 5.5K Words (😃)

Triggers: Explicit Smut, Mentions of Marriage, Mentions of Rejections/Stood up.

Things to be noted: Royalty AU, There’s some fluff at the aftercare, some angst too, Slight Seungmin x reader, Slight Jeonglix without context and Binsung with Han being a total flirt.

Kinks/Warnings: Top Hwang Hyunjin, Bottom Reader, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Edging, Degradation, Puppy Petname, There’s some drool-, Consensual, Safewords, Blowjobs (Reader receiving), Marks and Bruises, Slight Possessiveness, Aftercare (This is not a kink, it’s needed) Lubricated Sex, Unprotected Sex / No condoms (This is not promoting unprotected sex, use condoms irl !!), Palming, Slight Master Kink, Hyunjin has a big dick, Mouth Fingering, It’s so messy, Doggy Style and Hickeys (Lots of em)

a/n: Wowow, this is my longest fic yet and it’s a part 2 I— Anyways, I’m sorry for making you guys wait for so long for this~ HSHSHSHS, hopefully it’s good ! If I miss any warnings or triggers please inform me sksksk.

Hyunjin clenched his fist as he stared at the two princes laughing at the distance.

Why? He asks himself at why is he pressed about them, talking. Hyunjin wanted to rip the brown haired man away from you.

His jaw tightened in frustration in this feeling of his — was it jealousy? But he barely knew the guy in the first place, but noticing him at the corner of his eyes in the crowd at his speech makes his heart race.

He doesn’t believe in love in first sight — Heck, Hyunjin barely believes love exist. All those princesses were completely head over heels for him since he was young but never gave them attention as he knew that money or his looks is all they care about. It doesn’t sit right with him.

. . .

Hyunjin did nothing for the past thirty minutes but just stare at the face of the man who he seems attracted too.

He was also a bit salty at the fact that a prince was now giving head pats to you, he didn’t like that one bit. He accidentally let out a growl which did not stay unnoticed by his siblings.

“Jin?” A male voice snapped him out of his darkly clouded mind.

He snapped head towards the speaker, alarmed at the sudden call of his nickname, it was his older brother, the brother suddenly placed his arm on his shoulder, “You okay? You seemed distracted..—”

A laugh emerged from a woman near him,, her eyes twinkling with curiosity — Curious to why his brother, Hyunjin seemed a bit out of his head for a long time earlier.

“Yeji?” the eldest brother asked, turning his head slowly to her.

“What’s funny?” he continued, looking at her with a raised eyebrow, his lips frowning slightly.

“Nothing. Just wondering what’s gotten into Hyunjin...~ He was staring into the distance for a long time.” Yeji spoke, eyeing Hyunjin curiously — a hint of smirk playing at her lips.

Hyunjin froze.

“Uh, I was just watching what’s happening.” Hyunjin smiled as casual as he could, before grabbing the water from the near table to hydrate himself.

Yeji looked at him in question, not buying his response. “Whatever, birthday boy is being his boring self.” she shrugged off before standing up and going somewhere.

The eldest brother was very confused about what’s happening so he just sat back down and yawned.

“Hey! I’m older than you!” Hyunjin shouted before mumbling curses at her sister’s impudence before a bell suddenly rang.

. . .

The host stepped back upon the stage and bowed, “The ball will now begin, masks will be distributed in a little while, as requested by the prince — This will be a masquerade ball. Every one, enjoy your time at the palace !”

The male host smiled in content before leaving to the backstage.

You and Seungmin have been conversing for a while, unaware of the eyes that has been raking you from across the ball room.

. .

A lot of formally dressed occupants came out, holding stacks of differently designed half masks.

One of them suddenly approached you and handed you one. A white half mask, with gold lines and swirls remarkably designed by the maker.

The occupants handing out these masks have their own mask on also.

The giver of your mask had a smirk embedded on his lips before bowing.

You looked at Seungmin weirdly after that certain interaction with the masked guy, “Maybe just a creep?” he asks you in wonder.

You jabbed your elbow at him, “Don’t be silly, this is a castle. There is absolutely no way that someone without decency is here.”

“Hm, you never know Y/N.” he says in a serious tone making you stare at him in confusion before nodding.

. . .

Seungmin got his own mask — a dark blue colored one with sapphire crystals decorating the sides. He smiles at you before reaching for your hand, “Do you want to be my partner, Y/N?” he mumbles while you just nodded abruptly.

“Why me though? There’s many princesses out there?” you questioned suddenly, squeezing his hand pathetically.

“I have a more preference for men than women.” he stops and looks at you for any bad reactions before he continued;

“You seem fine and you’ve got good looks.” Seungmin complimented before taking you to the middle of the ball room where most people with partners are already gathered.

Slow and enchanting music started playing, the sensual melody was enough to calm your nerves and remove all thoughts of questioning Seungmin.

A hand was placed in your waist and in your shoulder, alerting you.... But, when you blink out of your own head, Seungmin was staring right at you with smile.

You placed your hands on his shoulder and waist as well, swaying through the music naturally.

While dancing you caught a glimpse through the crowd of a familiar red-head. He had a red half mask on with ruby crystals creating a spinning design on the eyes. A smirk formed his lips as he looked back at you, nodding twice. It was Jeongin dancing with a blonde haired man, his hair neatly sitting in a mullet. Felix.

You didn’t know if you wanted to curse him for leaving you or thank him for a new friend. You haven’t seen nor talked to Felix yet but maybe you will after this ceremony.

. . .

After dancing with Seungmin for a long while; a trumpet sounded which made you sigh as you look at Seungmin, knowing what it means.

Switch in partners.

“Good luck, Y/N~” he said with his signature cute smile that you’ve seen throughout the day.

You let out another sigh before gasping as someone took hold of your right wrist.

“Would you like to partner up with me?” A voice asked in a sexy voice, loosening the grip on your arm.

Swinging your head to the source of the attractive voice, you find yourself staring at a tall man with black hair — it was fairly long. He was wearing a black half mask adorned with dark flowers at the corners. He seems familiar, curiosity now took over your judgement as you nod courtly.

“May I ask for your name?” you looked at him, tilting your head to the side.

He looked up, thinking before looking back at you again with a smile, “Call me Hyun.” he breathed before taking your hand in his.

He then wrapped his other arm around your waist pulling you close to him. Chest to chest. You didn’t really mind because it was just a dance after all. Right?

You place your free hand on his shoulder, swaying to the music.

You stare up into his enticing eyes as if your were entranced by it. Slowly trailing your eyes to his big lips. Now you were extremely curious of what’s behind his mask. “From which kingdom are you?” You ask, mumbling your words.

His eyes peered down to your eyes in thought again, “I’ll answer all of your questions, when I get this mask off.” he whispers in your ear huskily causing you to shiver at his voice.

He didn’t come off to you suspicious or anything but his demeanor boasts arousal which wasn’t helping at the fact that you were slightly into his voice.

Okay maybe not slightly?—

. . .

Dancing across the ballroom and somehow not hitting any other partners was comforting since your own partner held you comfortably.

That is when you caught a familiar purple hair through the dancing figures, it was Changbin, dancing with....

Is that Han? You thought in shock as Changbin was practically being lead on by his partner. The partner suddenly lifted him up, princess style. Carrying him as if he was a feather.

Your partner noticed the constant staring just above his shoulder, “What is it?” he murmured to you, wanting to know what’s caught your attention. “Um, friends.”

He spun you around to get a good glimpse, suddenly a grin was evident on his face after you looked up at him staring into the distance — the direction you were looking at earlier.

No words spoken in between, he lifted you up, princess style — knocking the breath out of you, “Wha—”

You almost let out a shriek from being carried, “Put me down— oh my god, If you drop me, I fucking swear Hyun.” you hiss at him, wrapping your arms around his neck to keep yourself from falling.

“I won’t. Trust me.” he said as he carried you throughout the dance, you clutching him as if your life depended on it. Trust is not you have with a stranger, what the hell

. . .

Music stopped playing as the people stopped moving.

You sighed in pure relief, almost worried for your back to be broken. The man, named Hyun finally put you down and allowed you to take a breather.

“You still up for that offer of meeting me later to answer questions?” he asked smiling, to which you nodded in agreement. “Meet me at the gardens in 2 hours” He whispered to your ear, hot breath leaving his beautiful and sexy li—

“The royal gardens of the Hwangs?” You asked flushed from his teasing. The outside of this huge ballroom should be off-limits. “That isn’t allowed though right?” you took a small step back to reduce close proximity.

“I got permission from the Hwangs.”

You were a bit skeptical, “Well... If you say so...” you agreed nonetheless, not wanting to offend the other.

He nodded happily before walking away, waving his backhand at you.

You spot Felix at the corner and rushed over to him, wanting to talk to one of your best friends.

. . .

Atleast 2 hours had already passed and your energy was pretty much drained from conversing and watching Han flirt with Changbin or trying out Felix’s recommended shark meat. Jeongin was there too, pretty much being his evil self and saying stuff like: “Oooh, is it the Kim prince or that mystery guy, huh. Pick a lover, Y/N.”

Seungmin also kinda joined the friend group to with you introducing him to them, Jeongin had a mischievous smile during introduction and if you were to bury him 10 feet to the ground, you wouldn't mind. Ugh.

You realized that it was time to meet the masked man, so you excused your self from your friend group and sneakily rushed towards a door out of the room, remembering the structure of this place and where the garden is.

. . .

After some twist and turns in first floor hallway, you come face to face with a glass door, the sun that was setting was reflecting through it. You could see the tall and trimmed bushes outside as you step out. White roses were neatly sticking on the walls as the vines were all over it.

You hum as you walked around, “He didn’t exactly say where to meet him..” You scratched your head, trying to catch a shadow or a person. You eventually had to explore it a bit, sighing in annoyance as you saw a maze, “Hyun!” you shouted with all you could muster, knowing that most should be inside the party.

Birds fly out from tree at the heard noise...

Long minutes had already passed and not a single soul has been seen by your eyes.

You hung your head low and scanned the huge garden as a sigh escaped your lips, “Yeah... This is the worst.” you sulked slightly.

It’s worse to be stood up than rejected.. Atleast the person has the humility to show up when rejecting someone.

A shiver went through your spine as a cold gust of wind flew by, clutching your own arms. Disappointment was shown in your frown as you wanted to stay for a few minutes longer in hope.

. . .

You sighed, running your fingers over your scalp. As you were about to go inside, small footsteps were heard from the distance causing you to freeze in your steps and slowly turned your head to the miniscule noises.

A tall figure was walking towards you as you squinted your eyes to identify their face.

No way.. Is that...?

Fuck, it was the birthday boy — Prince Hwang Hyunjin, as if already admiring his face from earlier wasn’t enough, you had to see his pretty face again.

You were about to run inside when the Hwang shouted, “If you move, I will call the guards on you, Prince Y/N.”

Fuck.

Frozen dead in your tracks at his threat, you watched as he lurked closer, a hint of smirk dancing on those gorgeous lips.

“Prince Hyunjin, apologies but I thought someone was to meet me here..” you tried to reason out, hoping to not embarrass yourself any further by lying or trying to run.

You half-bowed to him, knowing that even though you were also a prince — He bears the name of Hwang, one of this continents, four largest kingdom.

As much as you wanted to keep your pride, it was disrespectful for a lower royal to not bow to a higher one.

He reached you and grasped your shoulder before pulling you up straight, he pulled you in by the waist causing a unintelligible sound to come out of your throat.

Familiar.

You looked at him, shocked, your mouth agape from the sudden distance change and his warmth. He held your waist tighter, pulling you impossibly closer.

Chest to chest.

Seeing your eyes he laughed, “So, what questions are you gonna ask?” he said, one of his eyebrow raised up in question.

Hyun.

. . . .

. . . .

“So, Prince Y/N. Care for hanging out with a Hwang?” He confidently asked with a smirk engraved on his lips, before he slowly reached and traced his thumb on your bottom lip. Relishing on the expressions you create.

Just a simple touch on your lips felt like a firestorm was raging inside, warmth spread across your body as heartstrings were pulled at his words.

. . .

“Sure...?” you whispered out unsure after a long silence as another gust of wind hit your back causing you to slightly shiver.

You still couldn't believe that he danced with you earlier, posing with a fake name. Though he said that it was because he didn't want to scare you off.

He was dangerous in a way, fooling with people on the higher end of the royal hierarchy is one dangerous feat.

But for some reason, you craved for his touch at this very moment, you didn’t know if it was because you maybe longed for him in that opening ceremony or that you barely have someone touch you intimately.

Hyunjin started feeling you up more while also undressing you with his eyes.

It started with light pecks to your jaw, transitioning into bodily touches like waist grabbing and slight groping. You were writhing because his touches — struggling to speak as every peck, every touch keeps your mind adrift away. You didn't even notice the bulge on your bottom garments starting to get noticeable.

“I—” you tried to catch your breath at his advances, “I d-dont think we should do this here, we might get caught..” you trailed off, tapping on his shoulder as a pleasured sigh left your mouth.

“Hm? So you want to do this? Here I thought, you were going to reject me.” He mumbles as he kissed your neck lightly.

“Don’t get the wrong idea, ah~ You are going to finish what you started..” You whispered out, moaning in the middle of the sentence when he suddenly palm your bulge with a bit of pressure.

He trailed his lips to your ears, “You’re a needy slut, huh? Don’t worry, I intend to finish what I started...~ And by the end of it? You’d want more of this.” He bit your earlobe while kneading your butt with his right hand.

You bit your lip, wanting to keep embarrassing noises from coming up your throat.

“We haven't even known each other that much, yet here you are. Presenting yourself to me like a whore.” he degraded with a smirk after pulling himself away from your ear.

You weren’t one to fuck around but Prince Hwang is one of a kind — extremely sexy and intoxicating.

You want more of him.

“Cat’s got your tongue, little pup?”

“Fuck, I don’t care — J-Just not here... Might get caught.” You hiss pathetically as he squeezed harder on your bulge, grinding into his hand.

“Hmm.. Okay.” he said, looking in to your eyes with his own bearing hints of burning lust. He took your hand, leading you back inside.

. . .

“Wouldn’t be people be worried, that you were gone from the party? And it’s your celebratio—” you breathed out as he pinned you to the wall suddenly, suprising you as you stare at him with wide eyes.

“I don’t care about that right now.. What I care about is you on my bed, all spread out and ready to be used by me, hmm?” he mumbles lowly, kissing you on the lips — with you yelping at the sudden warmth and softness on your lips.

You wrapped an arm around his neck while you pulled on his long hair with your free hand. He groaned against your mouth. “Room, Hyunjin— p-please..” you mumble against his lips, pulling away after a second.

After Hyunjin pulled away he opened a door at a short moment’s notice before grabbed you and pullled you in. You didn’t even manage to look at the room's structure or designs as he already started to remove articles of clothing from you one by one.

“You know, how hard it was — seeing you from the crowds earlier talking to another royal, one that flirted with you at best? Maybe I should remind him who you would belong to now huh?” he looked at your naked form, licking his lips before slowly pushed you towards and down the bed.

You moaned at his words, even though you know full well that Seungmin didn't flirt with you one bit but just talking about interest. His hint of possessiveness turned you on highly.

He slowly removed his royal wear, exposing his own milky skin, smiling at the way you examined his body with your mouth slightly watering at the mere sight of it, he was without a doubt one of the most — if not the sexiest man you’ve laid your eyes upon.

His eyes turned to one of the drawer of his nightstand, he reached over and took out a small vial. “What is that?” you ask, eyeing the vial suspiciously.

“It’s rose oil, to reduce the pain.” he answered, leaning down to press a small bite against your rib, laughing lowly when he heard your breath hitch.

He placed the vial, on the sheet — next to you.

“You know, I had doubted you with your fight with your own knight. Never thought that I would find you willing to spread your legs open for me.” He says, not holding back on his cockiness.

Which guiltily made your cock twitch to which he responded — by taking a hold of your throbbing length.

“My pup liked that huh?” He said a grin forming on his lips — teasing, riling you up more.

“Pathetic.” he said in a chilling tone — massaging your left pec with his free hand. He brushed a finger tip on your nipple, before he leaned down and bit a circle mark on your now puffy bud.

You bit your lip, holding off any sounds to not boost his already huge ego. Squirming underneath him, shallowly thrusting into his hand that was grasping your cock.

His own dick was hard too, you could feel it poking your thighs in the slightest, its tip barely brushing against your skin.

Hyunjin didn’t like the lack of sounds one bit, he used his now free hand to place it at your lip, you looked at him confused.

When your mouth suddenly opened, breathing against his fingers — he took the opportunity to insert his slender fingers in your mouth.

“Hold in your sounds again, and I’ll make you choke on my dick. Got that?” he threatened, eerily glaring at you — his eyes were burning holes into your own.

You nodded submissively, to which he then turned his head into your leaking and throbbing cock. He leaned down — taking your cock in his mouth, sucking earnestly and running his tongue on the veins at the side.

You thrusted up into his mouth — a mix of whining and whimpering against his fingers that he was shoving down your throat.

His teeth brushed a tiny bit against your sensitive head causing you to cry out, sounding muffled by his fingers.

“C-Close..” You gurgled against his digits, he removed his mouth instantly from your length, a trail of spit connecting his mouth from your slit, smirking at you.

You let out a whine and tried to close your legs but Hyunjin was faster, he immediately placed his knees between your legs, keeping it open and spread.

“Tsk, Sluts don’t get to cum.” he growled, “Especially pathetic ones like you.”

He slowly pulled out his fingers from your mouth, coated in your own spit coating around it. He wiped his fingers on your sheets.

He look down at you as if you were prey to him — a small cat in a lion’s den, his eyes were heavily clouded with lust. He was itching, excited to claim you and your body, especially since you were willingly serving to him yourself in a silver platter.

He flipped you on all fours so that he could have easier access to your entrance, He smiled seeing you in such a vulnerable state, “You want this?” he mumbles leaning down to mouth at your shoulder, you whimper pushing back against him as you felt his dripping and hard cock press against the side of your ass.

You nodded twice as an answer to his question, he gripped your hair tightly, pulling on it. “Answer me, pup.” he growled deeply.

“Y-Yes.... fuck me, my—” You cut yourself off with a moan as Hyunjin touched the head of your overstimulated cock roughly. “Your what, pup?”

Dizzy from pleasure, you said the first thing that popped into your mind, “M-Master?” you moaned shortly after as he squeezed your hardening length.

“Mm, I’m your master, and you’re my slutty puppy. Aren’t you?” he said in a teasing voice, removing his hand from your cock before he prodded at your rim with a dry thumb. Applying pressure but not enough to breach the soft skin.

You let out a whimper, pushing against his fingers multiple times like a bitch in heat.

It was pathetic really, at how much willing you just want to be fucked by him already, you wrapped your own hand around your leaking length to remove some pressure — only to be met by the harsh grip of Hyunjin’s palm, “Touch yourself and I’d make sure you won’t cum tonight for a second time.”

You whined at his words and slowly remove your hand as your pre-cum started to drip down and dirty the sheets.

He finally took the vial of rose oil that he sat aside, opening it with a pop sound — he poured a generous amount of it on his fingers before prodding your entrance with two fingers. “Say ‘Red’ if it gets too much, pup, okay?” he said, showing off a softer side of him.

You looked at him wide eyes at smiled lightly before nodding.

You let out a thrilled moan as two fingers, quickly made work to stretch you out, you saw his cock and it looked like it won't be an easy fit unless you get properly stretched.

. .

Two fingers slowly turned to four after awhile, increasing the sound you were making and decreasing Hyunjin’s patience. He just wanted to fuck you at this point on, but for safety of you — not yet.

Hyunjin was purposefully avoiding your prostate, he didn't want you to cum yet from his fingers especially since you were dripping a lot.

Hyunjin kept pumping his fingers inside of you, while also ravishing different parts of you, getting into work of marking every part he could find — from your shoulders down to your pretty thighs. Almost every mark is either a dark purple hue or bright red bite.

“I’m ready, fuck... Hwang just fuck me already.” you said impatiently at how long he dragged on the teasing. Hyunjin laughed at how vocal you now were, quite the contrast to the babbling mess you were earlier.

“Don’t be impatient.” he said, glaring at you and taking a firm grip on your ass, squeezing it tightly. You scoff at him, reaching back and sneakily taking ahold of his cock — it leaking slight pre-cum on it’s tip.

“Like you aren’t impatient.” you retorted back even with his fingers basically deep inside you.

He growled deeply and pulled his fingers out — you letting out a clear moan at the rough movement of his digits. Your hole clenched around nothing, it slightly gaping from being stretched around four of his fingers.

“Pups should learn their place.” he said coldly, getting the vial and pouring all of the remaining contents on his hand before slowly jerking himself off to slick up his dick.

.

You heard some shuffling before suddenly the air was knocked out of you, “Fuck. Fuck.” you chanted as Hyunjin moments ago fucked into you, his hands flew into your hips as he already started a harsh pace turning your mind hazy.

“You like this already, huh?” He mumbles, gripping your hips tighter, as he deeply thrusts into you. He was still avoiding your sensitive spot all this time.

“Such a good cocksleeve for me.” he hums with a smirk as he finally hit your prostate — known by you letting out the loudest moan yet.

Ah ah ah coming from your lips and his hips loudly slapping against your ass was the only thing you heard in the room, you were getting the best fuck of your life right here.

You could feel every vein — every ridge on his cock against your walls as he thrusts into you mercilessly, fucking the words out of you. It felt amazing and exciting at the same time.

Your body has given up trying to hoist itself up, so you collapse on the bed in a slumping position. He was still harshly gripping your hips, using your hole for his pleasure. You were whining against the sheets and messing it up with your drool. You were close as he hit your prostate a third time causing you to moan loudly.

“No more words to answer back, Y/N? Or are you already fucked that dumb?” he says, speeding up his pace, wanting to chase his release.

He was splitting you in half and you just nod slowly as your fists were squeezing the bedsheet, He let out a breathy laugh at that and continued his thrusts, relishing at your tired moans and pretty whines.

You pushed back against his thrusts, increasing the friction by alot.

He hit your prostate one last time and came undone untouched and without his permission. You moan loudly, barely getting muffled as you dig your head further into the pillow nearby. Your cock was getting milked for all it’s worth as he reached out to jerk you, wanting to make sure to get every last drop.

His thrusts were getting sloppier by the second, before moments later — he finally came with a groan, spilling himself into you and coating your walls with his white cum.

You whimpered as you felt him pull out, feeling some of the white substance drip into your thighs, “I-Inside, want you..” you mumble with him barely hearing it.

“Shh, I’ll clean you up first pup.” Hyunjin said, leaving and going into his bathroom to find a damp cloth.

While he left for the bathroom, you laid there on your chest — sighing.

What happened to the 'no fucking around' rule that you seem to follow, you promised yourself that ‘Y’ was the first and last. You rolled over to your side, wincing at how the cum drizzled out of your swollen hole. He had a lot of cum suprisingly.

. .

On a short moment’s notice, Hyunjin finally arrived to find you laying to your side, your eyes signaling that you were deep in thought.

“You okay? Did I go too hard?” He walked near you to which your eyes drifted to his face slowly to which you gave him a small smile.

“No.. I had fun time, thank you for taking good care of me, Prince Hyunjin.” you answered him, keeping the small smile before you turned to him.

He nods, “Just call me Hyunjin, no need for formality.” he moves closer to you, sitting down next to your back. He trailed the towel in his hand near your hole — removing the cum around your ring of muscles gently.

“One problem though...” you whispered, looking up at him with tired eyss before eyeing the bruises and marks on your body made by the dominant prince.

He grins sexily, “Keep it as a reminder to you ans to people who’d dare sleep with you.” He said, touching the marks softy after wiping your hole that was seeping with his cum.

You groaned in annoyance, “I’m serious, Hwang.” you shot back to him with an impatient glare. You click your tongue as no answer came out of his mouth.

He grabbed a small vial of ointment from his drawers to make sure your skin wouldn’t have any problems from his bruises and to make sure it would heal. He hummed while he applied it on the marks.

You sigh and allowed to treat you before he opened his lips to speak, “I’ll go over to your kingdom tomorrow.” he mumbles, wiping his hand on the sheet as he grabbed an underwear from his drawer.

You watched him put it on, looking away from him a bit shy, to which thank god that he didn't notice.

You looked up at him questioningly, “Hm? Why?” you tilted your head like a puppy to which he moved closer to pet you.

“I want your hand in marriage.” he said straightforwardly with a smile plastered in his face. He grabbed your chin making you look up at him, he leaned down and kissed you before you squeak embarrassingly.

You look at him dumbfounded and shocked beyond belief — your mouth hanging open with eyes wide, “Hwang, what? You’re going a bit too fast—”

He grabbed your hand suddenly and kissed the top of it before looking up at you, “Nothing’s too fast when I already like you and I want you.”

You groaned, knowing he won't let this go. Your parents should reject since they know that you’re not ready for marriage yet. Right? Hopefully, you prayed silently that your parents for once reject something so outrageous.

“We’ll talk about this tomorrow, I’m too tire—”

“HYUNJIN! IT’S TIME FOR YOUR END SPEECH, OH MY GOD, I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU LEFT YOUR OWN PARTY.” Someone with a female voice yelled while banging on the other side of the door. You froze at the sudden noise.

“Tch, my sister doesn’t know the meaning of staying calm half of the time.” he mumbles, brushing his hand across his long hair.

“I’ll come down in a few!” Hyunjin said loud enough for the lady give a last hit to the poor door before leaving.

He looked at you before grabbing his clothes from the party and slowly dressed himself up, “I’ll see you, Y/N.” he said after getting fully dressed, he looked back and winked at you before smiling a bright one.

You sigh as you get up from his bed and limped to collect your clothes around the room, sighing once more as you dressed yourself up. “Marriage... hm.” you were having troubling thoughts about this, sudden marriage proposal — especially with someone you just met like 3 hours ago.

“Time to go fetch the dumbass and leave, I wanna sleep.” You said annoyed, referring to that stupid knight of yours that went missing when the event started.

You look at the closet mirror and fixed your hair also trying to cover the visible marks but to no avail still failed to do so. You were gonna sneak out of here, and hopefully Hwang just forgets what he said earlier.

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Extended Scene

“Lino, I swear why do you look like a weirdo right now.” you said, looking at him with your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You were referring to how he looked like dumbstruck with love.

He hisses at you, “Shut up, why do you have hickeys then huh?” Minho answered you with another question as he looked over to you and rolled his eyes.

You huff, “I’m telling my parents that you were disrespecting me early in the party.”

He smirks and looks over to you with one of his eyebrows raised, “Then I guess you wouldn't mind what fun you did in the party, I mean with the limping and stuff.” he threatens back, chuckling.

“You little shi—”

[xxsanshinexx]

Like Cashmere and Velvet

Characters: Jeonghan x Female Reader

Genre/Warnings: Non Idol AU, Gambling, Cursing, I don’t think there is anything triggering

Words: 2,004

Summary: Jeonghan enjoyed the finer things in life. What Jeonghan could buy, Jeonghan would get. When you walk in he wonders if money can’t buy every fine thing in life. 

Fine things. He got everything fine his eyes laid on. He dressed in the finest silks and bathed in rose water. The shops he went to were only high end designer brands and he ate at only five star restaurants. There wasn’t a luxury Jeonghan had not explored. He was the epitome of what many human beings craved to be.

Jeonghan had draped himself over a velvet chase in the back corner of the elite gambling club. He sipped his wine and watched the men argue back and forth. It would be only a matter of minutes before he stepped in and claimed his prize. The pot was in the high hundred thousands at the moment but that wasn’t enough for him. He needed something a little higher to meet his standards.

He had made almost all of his money this way. The men in the casinos and bars never looked twice when Jeonghan took their money. They all believed he was just an excellent card player. If only they knew how good a con artist he was. Casinos were where he made a majority of his money but he sometimes made it with more questionable methods. He was not opposed to being an escort or a fake date, as long as it made him enough money.

“You’re telling me you’re not cheating!” Seungcheol, a main member of the secluded club, cried. He was always one for accusations but never once had he accused Jeonghan. Jeonghan assumed it was because he too had fallen for his charms and sultry looks.

“Get your head out of your ass Cheol,” Minghao, a gambler who’s skills Jeonghan admired, grumbled. Out of all the gamblers who were regulars at the club, Jeonghan was the most weary of Minghao. Minghao was always weary of everyone in the club and had once came close to exposing Jeonghan.

Junhui laughed at the pair arguing and checked, “You both act like such toddlers.”

“You’re one to talk Jun. You cry everytime you lose!” Mingyu yelled.

“He’s basically saying you cry every time we meet,” Minghao stated and looked at his cards.

Jeonghan listened to clinking of the chips against the table and decided the pot had been filled enough for him.

Letting out a yawn, Jeonghan spoke up, “You all are a bunch of bitches.”

“Ah Jeonghan!” Joshua laughed from behind the bar, “I forgot you were even here!”

“I was tired of listening to them whine,” Jeonghan remarked and ruffled his hair with one hand.

Minghao rolled his eyes and tossed several chips into the growing pile, “Your whining is right up their with Junhui’s”

“Or Seungkwan when he plays.” Junhui nodded in agreement and checked against the table again.

Jeonghan laughed and stood up from where he was laid, “I don’t believe anyone could beat Seungkwan’s complaining.”

“Last week you were very close to beating him for most annoying member,” Seungcheol remarked.

Jeonghan shook his head with a laugh and swaggered up to the table. It was so easy to gain their trust and to blend in. This place was his favorite because it meant he could make easy money. A high sum of easy money.

“Deal me in Hao,” Jeonghan stated as he plopped down in his usual chair. He was surprised no one ever bothered to switch spots. It was because of this that he could so easily win. The groups stupidity and blind trust in him was what kept his secret safe.

“Ah the God has awoken from his cat nap to come and kick our asses,” Minghao laughed and dealed him his cards. The boys were in good spirits and it made Jeonghan smile though the sum of money in the pot made his smile a little wider. They were very into gambling tonight.

Mingyu laughed and laid down a full house, “He’s going to have to try a little harder tonight.”

“And why is that?” Jeonghan questioned and watched as Mingyu collected the pot.

“There’s a newcomer tonight,” Seungcheol said and waited for the card to be laid down for the next round. “It’s rumor she’s never lost a match.”

“I’ve also heard a rumor that she is hot,” Junhui laughed and sipped on his burbon.

Jeonghan shook his head and watched as joker was laid down on the table. “Of course that is what you focus on Junhui.”

“Are you calling me shallow?”

“Yeah, that’s exactly what he’s calling you.” Minghao said and folded, sliding his dead cards towards the dealer.

Junhui cackled and checked, “Well you boys aren’t wrong.”

Jeonghan smiled and downed the rest of his wine, “And when is the mystery woman showing up?”

As if on cue, the doors to the closed off room were thrown open. All eyes turned to watch as a woman walked through the mahogany doors like she owned the place. Jeonghan would be lying if he didn’t think you were exquisite. Adorned in a velvet dress and the shiniest silver jewelry, he knew he wanted you along with the prize money.

“Hello boys,” you greeted in a sultry manner and Jeonghan smirked. His evening of conning had taken a delightful turn.

“I’m glad you could make it Y/N!” Joshua, the ever cheery bartender greeted and Y/N smiled back at him.

“You’ve told me such stories about this club.” you said and ran your eyes along the men at the table. When you met Jeonghan’s eyes they lingered for a second. “I had to see about it for myself.”

Jeonghan sent you a little smile that made people fall in love with him. Y/N flashed the exact same smile his way and made his heart stop. Even the most stoic of people would get flustered when he smiled at them like that.

“You talk a big game Y/N,” Junhui remarked and threw down a four of a kind, beating everyone out for the pot.

Y/N smirked and took the seat directly across from Jeonghan, a move no one else ever made. “I should. I’ve never lost a game and I don’t plan too.”

“Well neither have I.” Jeonghan said and watched for a reaction. The only thing he could notice was the way your eyes lit up with excitement.

“Then this should certainly be promising.” You said and grabbed the cards the dealer had handed you. Jeonghan watched as not a flicker of emotion washed over your features. Just from the way you held yourself he could tell you were someone of experience. Poker was a game skill but it was also a game of luck and Jeonghan knew exactly how to manipulate luck.

Minghao chuckled and folded, “You all are so cocky. It’s amusing.”

“What would you rather have?” You purred in his direction causing the usual stoic man to become shocked, “Do you want me to be shy? I could do shy.”

“I-er… no you’re fine.” Minghao muttered and Jeonghan laughed and laid down a straight flush.

“I like you Y/N. No one gets Hao this flustered,” He said and watched as you laid down your cards. A royal house, the only hand that could have beaten his own.

“I think you’ll be rather flustered at the end of this too,” You smiled sweetly and collected the earnings of the pot. The men around the table laughed and Jeonghan gave you an amused look in which you replied with a small smile. He knew exactly why you hadn’t lost.

The rounds went on and on. It was mainly back and forth between Jeonghan and you. Junhui was out within several rounds from playing too eagerly. Seungcheol was the next out as he had to leave and decided it would be best to go all in rather than let Junhui continue on for him. Mingyu was out soon after that. He stated it was no fun having only Jeonghan and you win all the pots. It was not like Mingyu was in the line to win either. Minghao had held out the longest but even he had run dry.

“This is it,” Minghao sighed and laid down a straight to which Y/N promptly laid down a flush.

“And the pot is mine,” Jeonghan chuckled and set a straight flush on the table. Minghao huffed and slid the rather large pot towards Jeonghan. Between you and him, there was a large sum of money. It just mattered who was more daring to fully secure it.

“How about this Jeonghan,” He loved the way his name rolled off your tongue, “How about an all in?”

Jeonghan smirked and took a sip of his wine, wondering what you were up too. “And why would I do that?”

“It’s late and I want to go home with my prize,” You said but there was a slight hint that you didn’t mean the money. Jeonghan took one look in your eyes and it had his mind spinning.

“Fine, all in.” He nodded and pushed his chips towards the center of the table. You smiled in a childish way and pushed all your chips to be in the center as well. The dealer at the head of the table handed out the cards and a smile appeared on both Jeonghan and yours face. The men around the table leaned forward, wondering what could get both of you so excited. Cards were laid out on the table one by one and Jeonghan watched delight trace over you features as you laid down your final hand.

“Well,” Jeonghan laughed and threw his cards onto the tabletop, “I’ll be damned.”

Your royal flush beat his straight flush and anything he had up his sleeve. It was obviously something you had been saving not just luck of the draw. No game ever ended like that.

“Good game Jeonghan. I’ve never met another player quite like you,” You smiled and gratefully accepted the cash the dealer was handing you. That much money could have paid for the new car Jeonghan wanted, but he believed there was a much better prize than a car. Jeonghan stood and gave you a little nod of appreciation.

“Neither have I,” He smirked and headed for the door. He snuck a glance back at you with a promise in his eyes that he knew you noticed. The casino was in full blast as he walked threw leisurely. The familiar smoke in the air filled his lungs as well as the tang of alcohol. His steps lead him to another secluded part of the casino, right besides the empty poker tables.

“You’re a rather good con man.” Your sultry voice poked through the loud atmosphere of the casino. He felt your hand sneak up the length of his arm and come to rest on his shoulder.

“You’re a rather great con woman.” He smirked and watched as you came into his view. A smile was on your face and he thought it was fantastic.

“I’ve only been at it for several years. I should be great at this point.” You remarked and he fully smiled slowly snaking an arm around your waist. He loved how alive you made him feel. It had only been a few hours but he had never felt this much energy, especially not with other lovers.

“I thought I was pretty great,” He said and leaned in so his forehead lightly touched yours.

Your eyes stared into his with a wild look, “But then I came a long.”

“But then you came along,” He repeated and looked down at your lips. He made sure it was obvious enough for you to notice. It was and you gave a little nod before he crashed his lips onto yours. The new passion you both had was evident throughout the kiss and it made him smile. Your kiss was just as he imagined it to be. In all his life Jeonghan had never felt something like this. He almost believed you were conning his heart. Jeonghan believed he could never find a finer thing than you.

[paintedface]

Intertwined

Prompt: Fairy Tale AU for @marvelous-fvcks ‘s 3k followers writing challenge, congratulations love!! (also I’m so so sorry that this was late!)

Summary: Working in the royal castle leaves no time to yourself, but at the castle’s busiest time, you meet someone in the market who, despite his charming mannerisms, hides things that you wish you could find out. Then suddenly, your worlds collide in a way you would’ve never expected. 

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 6128 words (woah this is the longest fic I’ve posted oops, but it’s prob one of my cutest)

Warnings: slight angst, too much fluff

Notes: Thank you to @buckys-fossil and @whyisbuckyso for beta-ing this fic, you guys rule <3 

"Mum? You here?" You ask, nudging the door open with your boot.

"At the back, love!" She calls, and you weave your way in between the benches with dozens of pots and pans brewing on stoves. Not to mention the other cooks sifting from workbench to workbench.

You hold your basket closer to your chest as you move up beside your mum.

"Hey mum, I got all the things you needed... is this their third banquet of the week?" You ask, as your mum gives you a wry smile.

"Yes, the royal family has a lot of guests this month, so expect a lot more trips to the village, darling." She says ruefully, but you shake your hair back, returning her smile.

"It's alright, I'm guessing they're trying to find a lady for the Prince, correct?" You set the basket down on the marble surface. You can't help the hint of jealousy that seeps into your voice, because you would love to live a life where you were with the Prince, not to mention the voices around the castle mentioning that he had the face of a god. You haven't seen him, but you have an imagination.

Your mum chuckles, before nodding. "The Prince apparently doesn't have the eye for the...ostentatious, does he, Daisy?" She turns to one of the younger cooks, and the cook's, Daisy's, eyes light up. She's the one that you talk to the most, because god, the reams of gossip that she gets out.

"You know Princess Natasha of the Romanova Kingdom?" Daisy asks you, leaning her elbow on the table.

"Yeah, the fiery redhead?" You respond, grinning.

"That one. She's not bad, she’s actually rather nice apparently, but her parents are absolutely awful. They boast about their wealth 24/7 and the Prince couldn't stand them to be his parents in law." Daisy says, smoothing down her apron.

You raise an eyebrow, but continue to help your mum chop up some vegetables. "And how long will this... selection process be going on for?"

"For however long he decides. It's only just started, so there'll be a lot more banquets to come." Jemma, one of your best friends, says, as she sidles into the conversation.

You roll your eyes in exasperation, snickering as Daisy chases Jemma around the kitchen for eating her pastry.

Working for the royal family wasn't so bad. You were provided with decent clothes, decent living quarters, and nobody necessarily treated you like dirt. Your childhood had lots of good memories, but you honestly couldn't imagine yourself living like this for your whole life. You didn't know when, or how you would get that change but you wanted, needed, it.

"Sorry! Coming through!" You apologise hastily, most of the townspeople ignoring you. You try to push past the crowds without shoving anyone over, what with you being the clumsiest person on this earth.

"Back again, Y/N?" Darcy asks, as you finally arrive at her store for the second time this day.

"Yeah, the royals are sure in demand. They're looking for a lady for the Prince." You explain, pointing to the things that you need, as you talk.

"I've heard of that, you'd be a great candidate." She grins, and you roll your eyes as you stack things into your basket.

“As if, I work in the kitchen. Wishful thinking, though.” You laugh, waving goodbye as she blows you a kiss. As you turn around, you run smack bang into somebody’s chest, a grunt coming from the other person and a gasp coming out of you as you both stumble backwards.

“Oh my god, I’m so so sorry!” You say profusely, and a slightly shaky chuckle rings out above you.

“That’s alright doll, it’s getting crowded here, I guess.” The stranger says, and before you know it, you’re getting pushed away from the clearing in the crowd, where you need to get to. You try to push past, so you can apologise to the person some more, but you’re not really getting anywhere. The stranger senses that you’re suffocating in the ocean of people, and takes your wrist gently, leaving you plenty of time to refuse his gesture, weaving through the crowds with absolute ease. He leads you out into the empty space of the market, where only a few people are lingering. You stop to catch your breath, before opening your mouth to begin apologising again.

“I know you’re gonna start saying sorry again, it was just a bump. Honestly, I’m surprised that you did say sorry, some people just walk right on by.” The man says, giving you a grin. And wow, that smile could light up the whole town. His blue eyes are bright, despite eyebags that lay beneath them like faint bruises. The rest of his face is just as beautiful, he’s fucking handsome. He has a few smudges on his cheek, and his brown hair is a little tousled, but otherwise, you would’ve mistaken him for a royal, with looks like that.

“I’m always worried that I’ll knock over an old grandma or something like that, and I’ll send them to their death.” You explain, still slightly flustered from the crowd and the fact that this man looks like a godsend.

He laughs loudly, his eyes sparkling, making him look even more youthful. “I didn’t catch your name, actually.” He says, stepping closer to you.

“I didn’t throw it.” You grin cheekily, and he raises an eyebrow, his smile widening.

“Well now you have. A beautiful girl like you must have a beautiful name.” He winks, and you can feel your heart thudding faster in your chest as you try to ignore the heat running up to your face.

“I’m Y/N and I work...” You’re about to say you work in the castle, when you pause. Whenever you tell people that you work there, it seems to intimidate them for some reason, and makes them think that you’re all high up, when in reality, you’re not. And you, by no means, want to scare off this stranger.

“I work as a spinner, on the other side of town.” You point to a cluster of buildings to the east of the market, and he looks over to them, nodding.

“What about you?” You ask, setting your basket down.

He rakes a hand through his hair, saying, “My name’s Bucky.” You let out a small giggle, cupping a hand over your mouth, and he snorts, before continuing, “I’m a blacksmith. More towards the west of this market. But I come here quite often, and I sometimes work at the castle as a weapons maker.”

“You do? That’s really cool!” You say enthusiastically, smiling warmly at him. He grins back at you, and he’s about to say something before a cluster of soldiers enter the clearing, clanging a bell. He spins around instantly, eyes narrowing a little. Is it your imagination, or does he look...scared of them? You used to be, but you knew that they’d never hurt you unless you did something wrong. You often have many a good conversation with them. They stop in the middle of the courtyard, one of them yelling, “The Prince has disappeared from his quarters! If you see him around the market, please tell any of the soldiers on guard!”

They move past, into the next section, and you turn back to Bucky. He’s regained his composure, and you’re guessing that something’s probably happened in the past to him, that made him wary of soldiers.

“Let’s hope nothing bad’s happened to him.” You say, tilting your head. Bucky wipes a smudge off his face and grins at you.

“Let’s hope not. I better go join in the search, I’m meant to be working at the castle today. I’ll see you around though, won’t I?” Bucky says, as he takes a few steps backwards.

You nod, picking up your basket again, not wanting him to leave, really.

“I’d like that. I’m here most days, at around this time.” You tell him, picking at the hem of your skirt.

His smile widens, and he bobs his head.

“I guess I’ll see you then, angel.” He chuckles, before he turns and jogs in the direction of the castle.

When he’s out of sight, you sigh, a dopey smile gracing your face. Not to mention the fact that he’s charming and handsome, he gave you a nickname that swears to make your heart rush. You decide to keep him to yourself, as you go up to the castle a while after he does, because no doubt, Jemma and Daisy would make fun of you relentlessly.

A DAY LATER

You have the uneasy feeling that somebody’s been following you around the market, and when you’ve stepped out of the crowd for a moment, you can hear footsteps behind you, that aren’t yours. You brace yourself, and turn around, your skirts falling around you.

“Damn it! I was planning on sneaking up on you!” Bucky whines, pouting at you as he comes closer to you. Your shoulders sink in relief that it’s only Bucky, and you giggle at his expression. He looks the same as he did a few days ago, and you wrap your arms around his waist. Suddenly, you pull back a little, worried if it was too forward, but he seems to get what you’re thinking, and pulls you back into a hug.

“How are you, angel?” He murmurs, stepping away and taking your hand, as you continue walking down the path. And god, why does every single touch of his have to make you want to scream? Especially the holding hands part.

“Still trying to calm down from the fact that you were the one that was following me around all morning.” You glare playfully at him and he chuckles, bumping shoulders with you.

“Come on, give me a break! It’s been a hectic week and I just need some fun.” He pouts, and you restrain yourself from kissing those soft lips, instead opting to lean closer towards him.

“Why, what’s been going on?” You ask curiously, trailing your fingers along the market stalls’ bright banners as you walk.

He shrugs, looking slightly uncomfortable. “Just...things, I guess. Work things.” It’s obvious that he’s hiding something, but you don’t want to push him into saying.

“Well then!” You say brightly, and he squeezes your hand, giving you a thankful look. “Shall we go look at the travelling musician? He’s come in from the next town, and apparently he’s amazing!”

You spend the rest of the afternoon wandering around, getting to know more about Bucky. He’s reserved when you ask him certain questions, but you don’t mind. You’ve been trying to keep up the lie that you’re a spinner, so you’re left fumbling on a few occasions. Otherwise, you find yourself developing more and more of a crush on him, as the day goes by.

THE NEXT WEEK

Plopping yourself down beside a table, you pull out your paper pad and scan the lines of your mum’s scrawled handwriting.

“Shit, I need to buy another box of grapes! And another box of strawberries! And...” Your shopping list is plucked from your hands and you let out a gasp, spinning around to see Bucky standing right behind you, dangling it between his thumb and forefinger. His smirk would’ve made your knees buckle, if you weren’t sitting down.

“Bucky, give it back!” You whine, adjusting your uncomfortable corset around your chest so you can cross your arms. You can see his eyes flick down before they lock back onto your face.

He leans forward, his breath tickling your cheeks, he’s that close. “Make me.” He murmurs, and you swear, that he’s trying to make you self implode.

You swallow thickly and you try to break the obvious tension by laughing nervously, stiffening more when he brushes his lips against your hair as he lets out a low chuckle.

Yep, he’s definitely trying to kill me.

“Don’t underestimate me, Buck.” You finally get out, knowing that you look extremely flustered and your threat is pretty pointless.

He laughs again, as he wipes a soot smudge off of his cheek and grabs your hand, pulling you up.

“I never did for a second, Y/N.” Bucky tells you, and you’re taken aback by the sincerity in his eyes, and at his kind smile.

You smile back shyly at him, and you stay like that for a moment, his gaze on you gentle and matching yours, making you feel like you’re the only two people in this town.

Breaking out of the moment a little, you pluck the shopping list from Bucky’s hand, saying, “I’ll take that and...”

You grab your basket and run down the path, laughing as Bucky yells, “You little sh-“ before running after you.

Three weeks soon past, since the day you first met Bucky. Despite the fact that he appears less frequently, you still cherish the sometimes short, but meaningful interactions. And you know, that you’re falling really hard for him. Every touch, every smile, every time his fucking mouth opens, you don’t know if you can imagine a future without him. He’s lingering in your thoughts almost every time your mind is left alone. The first week, he comes almost every day, appearing every time that you’re collecting food for a banquet. The second week, every second day, giving an apologetic smile that makes up for his absence the prior day. The third week, he only comes twice though he still finds a way to sweep you off your feet.

“Angel!” A voice calls from the other side of the courtyard and you almost drop your basket in delight.

“Bucky! I haven’t seen you in days!” You gasp, as he strides towards you and picks you up, twirling you around, paying mind to the basket still in your hand. His grin is blinding, though you can detect a hint of sadness behind it. His eyes look slightly more distant today than the other times you’ve seen him, but you push it to the back of your mind and hug him tighter.

“Sorry Y/N, I’ve been really busy, with...work and shit. I promise that you’ll be seeing me more often.” He winks, and you smile at him, kissing his nose.

His cheeks go a bright red behind the smudged tar in his skin, and you giggle, surprised at his reaction.

“That’s good.” You say softly, and he returns your smile, though once again, you can sense that he’s hiding something. It seems like he’s been hollowed out, his spirit taken from him.

You walk with him around the market once again, pointing out the new stalls that he missed. Gradually, he’s wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his side protectively, as if he’s possessive of you. It sends shivers up your spine, especially as he keeps ghosting his lips over your forehead. You don’t know how much more of his intimate actions you can take, but you don’t want to leave him. He stays with you till the sun sets, when you have to go back to the castle.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, right?” You ask, facing him as you stand at the beginning of the path to the castle.

He nods, resting a hand on your cheek. “Yeah, I will...” Once again, he sounds unsure of himself, wistful, but you don’t take any notice to it, instead hyperventilating at the fact that he’s this close. You could move forward an inch and you’d touch lips with his.

Heat is creeping up your neck, and you’re sure that he can tell, as he places his other hand on your face gently. He brushes a wisp of hair from your hair, smoothing out your skin with his thumb gently.

“I really like you, Y/N.” He says in a quiet voice, after a while, and you can feel your breath catch in your throat, heart skipping a beat.

“I-I really like you too, Buck.” You can’t tear your eyes away from his, and he rests his hand on the back of your neck.

“Is this alright?” He murmurs and you nod, flushing a little.

“More than alright.” You whisper, and then his mouth is on yours.

It sends sparks through your veins, sets a fire in your core as you pull him closer. You smile against his lips, shutting your eyes, letting him press forward. Desperation is clear in his actions, but not lust, it’s more like urgency, like he’s wanted to do this for a while. He runs his hands through your hair to bring you flush against his chest, murmuring sweet reassurances in your mouth. You finally pull apart, and rest your forehead against his. You think it’s your imagination, but his eyes look glossier, like there are tears forming. He blinks, and it’s gone, and you let out a breathless chuckle.

“Well...I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, right?” You beam, and he bobs his head slowly.

“Yeah, definitely. S-See you then, my love.” He gives you one last peck, and he disappears from sight quickly. You’re still slightly confused by his actions, but your mind is clouded by the fact that Bucky kissed you. And that’s all you can think about for the rest of the day, especially at night.

THE NEXT DAY

“Y/N, can you take these drinks to the throne room?” Jemma asks, and you spin around in surprise.

“But I’m on break for the rest of the day! And...and I’ve never been to the throne room! I’ll fall over and embarrass myself!” You say, hands trembling a little at the thought of being in the presence of the Prince and his final selection of Princesses.

Jemma whips you with a dish cloth and you yelp, glaring at her, before dissolving into a fit of giggles.

“Look, I have to finish up this cake, and it’s almost done, so... please? Plus, you’ll get to see the Prince! And his Royal Advisor!” She says, adding another chocolate drop to the base of the towering cake.

You sigh heavily, mumbling out a, “fine,” and you make sure you look presentable, in the oven’s reflection. Wipe the smudges off your face and push your hair back, you’re finally satisfied with how you look. You pick up the tray of drinks and frankly, they’re beautiful, the bubbles fizzing at the edges of the glass, and tiny ice cubes looking like damn crystals. You adjust the tray in your arms and walk out of the kitchen, moving through hallways and stairs till you reach the throne room.

The guards at the door of the throne room look you over, and mouth at you to try to keep down low, waving you in. You step into the room as quietly as possible, but your shoes still make soft clicks on the polished floor. You look down at your tray to seem as discreet as possible, making your way to the table beside the thrones.

Suddenly, you notice it’s gone quiet in the hall, the Prince having stopped talking. You feel heat rise to your cheeks and you hurriedly put the tray down. Looking up briefly, you offer the Royal Advisor a small smile, and he gives you one back. Which may be strange, considering your class, but he seems like a kind person. Clear baby blue eyes, blonde locks and, of course, wearing a prestigious looking uniform. He nods at you, and you turn to leave, but you’re halted by somebody clearing their throat loudly.

You turn around, and you realise it’s the Prince that stopped you, and your breath catches in your throat. What did you do wrong?

He stands up from the throne as soon as you face him, and your hands fly to your mouth, because holy shit, no.

He has the same face, except his complexion is paler in shock. One major difference, is that instead of village clothes, he’s dressed in the typical royal blazer and jodhpurs, along with a red velvet cape lined with fur and gold trim. Not to mention, the fucking real crown that sits on a slight angle on his brown locks.

Your heart is beating out of your chest, suddenly feeling extremely lightheaded, with his piercing blue eyes fixed on you. You've seen those eyes countless times, just yesterday, they were looking at you with a smile accompanying his lips.

"You," he says in a firm, deep voice, but you notice the quiver at the end of his word, "what's your name?"

You bend into a deep curtesy, trying to avoid eye contact with him as your trembling hands hold your skirts.

"I'm-I’m Y/N, I-I work in the castle." Out of the corner of your eye, you can see the Princesses whispering to one another, looking extremely confused. But you know that you're the most confused, because how can the stranger that you had fallen in love with in town, have the same face as His Royal Highness, Prince James?

He runs a hand through his silky brown hair, and you want nothing more than to run back to your room, before you embarrass yourself. But you feel frozen in position, biting your lip harshly.

A moment passes, before you hear his low, husky voice again. It’s quiet enough for only the two of you to hear.

"You didn't tell me you worked for the royal family." When you look up, you can see the hint of a smirk playing at the edges of his lips. It's irresistible and infectious, you can't help but start to smile a little as well.

"You didn't tell me you were in the royal family. I-I thought your name was Bucky." You respond tentatively, and you feel your cheeks warm when his grin widens.

"I may have forgotten that small detail, angel. And only my close friends know my nickname." He says, stepping closer. Your heart skips when you hear him call you ‘angel’ again, but when you look back over at the princesses, it only dampens your spirit. His cape drags behind him, and it’s a harsh reminder of who he really is, and how he deserves a princess, not you. It tears your heart in two when you realise that the stranger you met in the town, will be just a memory, you’ll never have that future you imagined.

"Buc-Prince James, you need to go choose who'll be your bride, and I need to go back to...back to..." You cut yourself off, swallowing down a sob, looking away. You can almost feel your heart sink in your chest.

His smile falters, as he looks over his shoulder at the now alert women, quickly rearranging their dresses.

"I guess I do..." He trails off and he runs his eyes along the princesses once more. You can see him linger obviously on one in the middle, a brunette. It pains you, to see him choose somebody else, but would he really have fallen in love with a servant?

He moves towards his Royal Advisor, Steven, and when he's occupied, you turn and run the other way. Your footsteps echo noisily and you know that Bucky's noticed that you've gone, yelling your name desperately as you push the throne room door open. The guards give you a weird look as you rush past them, but they don’t question it. You ignore his calls, blinking away the tears that are threatening to fall fast. Only then, when you're in the safety of your room, do you let yourself cry. It’s stupid, thinking that you could’ve been the one for the Prince, but it hurts nonetheless. It hurts even more when you know you’ve lost that thing that brought a smile to your face everyday, when he appeared by your side every time you walked the streets of the market.

After you’ve calmed yourself down, you muster up the courage to step out of your room. One of the younger waiting staff immediately comes up beside you, squealing, “Guess what! The Prince has chosen his bride!” She runs off, and you’re left staring as she leaves. Then it processes; he chose one of the Princesses. You blink back the onslaught of tears, hands trembling as you grip the threshold of your door. Staff waltz by, as they try to figure out which Princess he chose. It’s all you can hear, there’s not a moment of silence in the hallways.

You stay in your room.

A knock sounds on your door, and you look up.

"Mum, is that you? Or is it Daisy? Jemma?" You guess, swinging your legs over the edge of your bed.

You get no response, which is weird, considering that your mum would either tell you it's her, and Daisy and Jemma would be giggling like crazy. And there's nobody else that would really visit you, to be perfectly fair.

"Hello?" You ask again, smoothing your skirt down.

The door finally opens a little, and a familiar face appears in the crack.

"May I come in?" Bucky says, a small smile on his face, and you jump up instantly, feeling heat rise to your face once again.

"O-Of course, your highness." You sink into a deep curtesy, holding your skirts. His smile grows wider, as he moves closer to you. He takes your hand when you rise, and you take a proper look at him.

He's changed his outfit from a few hours ago, wearing a loose black shirt with intricate, gold embroidery on it. There's no doubt in your mind that it's real gold. And white pants, tucked into dark boots with gold buckles. No cape, not even a short one. You can tell that he’s more relaxed, more casual. His brown hair is styled slightly but some of his locks curl over his forehead.

"You don’t need to act that way around me, Y/N. The curtsying I mean, and the status you call me. You know," he says quietly, tilting your chin up with his index finger, "I'm still the same stranger you met in the village, three weeks ago."

“But you’re not, you’re a Prince, and I’m a kitchen worker. I-I thought you were a blacksmith, and I would’ve never invaded your privacy if I’d have known, I’m so sorry.” You manage to get out, trying to avoid his eyes.

“The reason why I was in disguise, was because I wanted to fit in, I didn’t want to be a Prince then, I wanted to be a real person.”

“I lied to you about being a spinner.”

“I figured.” He smirks, looking you up and down. You bite your lip harshly, your hands becoming clammy.

“Did you feel like you experienced being a ‘real person,’ as you say?” You say, trying to detract from the ever present pain in your heart. Your love is right in front of you, and you know that he’s going to tell you that he married a Princess, it’s only a matter of time.

“I did. I found that I could find true love on my own, without being forced to choose from a select group.” Before you can ask if he’s talking about you, he leans in and captures your lips in a kiss.

Despite your surprise, you let out a soft whimper and let him take over your senses, before you realise the situation.

You reluctantly pull away from the kiss, a bit too forcefully. His eyes widen, touching his lips, and you feel guilt rising up from your belly.

"Bucky, you can't kiss me when you just chose your bride! I love you, I really, really do, but... but it's wrong, neither you, nor I, can do that to her." Your voice decreases to a whisper, shamed that you want more of his kiss, and his touch.

His mouth parts slightly, but then a flicker of... realisation? It flashes across his eyes, and a gentle smile touches his face.

"W-why are you smiling?" You ask in confusion, sitting back down on the bed with a slight thump. He lets out a soft laugh, locking eyes with you.

"I'm smiling, because you don't realise that I chose you to be my wife."

"What the fuck?!" Your heart's racing, because no, no, this is some kind of joke, right? Princes simply don't marry peasant girls, that sort of thing only happens in books.

Bucky chuckles, running his hands up your sides, leaving tingles in their wake.

"I meant what I said. After you left the throne room, I dismissed all the Princesses. I told Stevie that I wanted you, and you alone." He explains, as you blink in confusion.

“But...but why me? You had all those beautiful princesses to choose from, and then you just met me in the market!” You say, hoping that you wouldn’t accidentally faint from the shock.

“To be perfectly fair, I met you before all of the princesses that were in the final round. I didn’t want to choose any of them, they had too many airs and graces, but Steve said that if you weren’t physically there in the room with the candidates for the final decisions, then I’d have to choose somebody else. I knew that there was no way that I’d be actually able to get you there, there were so many things that could’ve gone wrong.” 

“Believe me, I talked this all over with Steve, with all the knowledge I had on you, not knowing that some of it was fake. We went over every single possible decision, but it just couldn’t work. Though when you walked in, and said your name, I made an impulse choice.” He shrugs elegantly, crossing his arms slowly.

“But...”

“Y/N, please, don’t overthink it like I know you are, right now. I fell in love with you the moment you bumped into me, and everyone else was spoilt goods from then on. Over the weeks that we continued to meet, I knew it would shatter me to leave you. The kiss we had yesterday was real, I promise, but it felt like goodbye. I wanted to share what I felt for you, before I left you. But I kept my guard up, smiling and saying that I’d see you again in person when, in reality, I thought I wouldn’t.”

“I did say you’d see me more often, but you’d see me when I was making announcements from the palace, and the town would see. I couldn’t let you down, I couldn’t say I would never see you again, because then I’d feel like a monster if I saw your expression. If I just disappeared, then...I wouldn’t have to see your face when you realised that I couldn’t see you again. It was so selfish of me, I know, though here we are.” Bucky takes both of your hands, kissing each knuckle gently.

You begin to smile a little, still pinching yourself at random intervals to see if it’s all a dream, but it’s not.

“Hey look, my angel’s happy again.” He grins, resting his hand on your cheek, and you look away shyly.

Suddenly, a thought invades your mind and your smile fades. “A-are you even allowed to marry me? I’m...I’m a much lower class than you.”

He brings you closer slowly, moving his hand to run through your hair gently, brushing some stray locks off your face. It’s reminiscent of the first kiss you shared, and you realise that it was only yesterday. “There’s no laws that say I can’t.” He shrugs, and he lets out a gentle chuckle when he realises that you’ve thrown yourself onto him, clinging onto him tightly.

“So,” You look up in confusion as he breaks the silence, your eyes slightly red rimmed. “I didn’t actually propose properly.” Bucky gives you a sly smile and you giggle as he helps you up from his lap.

“You don’t have to, Buck, it’s-“

“Please?” He pouts, and how are you meant to resist his puppy dog expression? You nod, your cheeks hurting from smiling so much.

He gets off the bed, and props his knee up, bringing out a red velvet box from his back pocket.

“Bucky, you didn’t say that you actually got a ring!” You gasp, hands covering your mouth. Bucky just grins wider, and opens the box to reveal a simplistic, yet beautiful gold ring covered in tiny, tiny diamonds.

“Y/N Y/L/N...”

“How’d you find out my last name?”

“Will you do me the biggest honour in this entire world, marry me, and grace me with being my gorgeous wife for the rest of our lives?” He asks, his eyes bright as he knows your answer.

In response, you kiss him desperately, letting him slide the ring onto your finger with trembling hands. Tears slide down your face, as he deepens the kiss. It feels so much better knowing that Bucky doesn’t have the feeling of saying goodbye in his actions, because now, it feels like home.

NEXT MORNING

"I didn't see you all of last night, where were you?" Daisy asks, combing her curls with the tips of her fingers.

"Yeah," Jemma waltzes past you, holding a shiny, metal platter, "you missed our games night!"

Daisy steps towards you, her mouth brushing your ear. "And you never miss games night." Jemma and Daisy laugh, and you roll your eyes.

Shrugging as you pile a plate high with small cakes, you try to avoid the question so you can keep the surprise.

"I was feeling a bit ill, so I kept down low." You lie, putting some strawberries around the border of the plate.

"You alright now?" Jemma questions, coming up beside you and giving you a warm smile.

You nod, saying, "It was pretty shitty, stomach ache, plus a headache. Not ideal. Had to stay in bed for the rest of the night."

"And you know that's a lie." A voice says from the doorway, and everyone whips their head towards the door. Not to mention the hands flying to their gasping mouths, and Daisy stumbling back into you.

"Oh my god, your Royal Highness." She stutters, and you swear that she curtsies so deep that her knees are touching the ground. Everyone in the kitchen does the same, except for you. You cross your arms, raising an eyebrow at him, though you can't help but smile widely.

He grins back at you, saying, "aren't you going to curtsy for me as well?"

Before Daisy can yank you down, muttering, "curtsy, you idiot!" you move towards him.

"Not really, if you gave away my excuse to miss the blessed games night." You reply, dusting down your apron.

"But that excuse was a lie, Y/N, you weren't sick last night." He leans against the threshold, and you roll your eyes before jumping into his open arms.

"Oh shit." He laughs breathlessly as he tries to gain stability, letting you wrap your legs around his waist.

You kiss his lips gently, still in disbelief that you're able to do that, mumbling, "No swearing, Prince James."

From the corner of your eye, you can see Daisy, Jemma, not to mention the rest of the whole kitchen, staring at the two of you in shock. Jemma looks as if she's about to faint, her skin pale and her mouth gaping open like a goldfish. You can feel heat rise up to your face, burying your head in the crook of his neck as you giggle.

He presses his lips to the top of your head, murmuring, “You really are something else aren’t you, babydoll?”

“Shut up, you’re gonna make me blush.” You grumble into his skin, holding onto him tighter, as if he’s going to disappear at any moment.

You’re snapped out of the moment by Jemma whispering, “what the fuck,” and then promptly fainting.

After you revive Jemma in the health bay and explain everything to Daisy, who pounced on you the moment you were available, you’re finally back in your living quarters, the last time that you’ll be there. Your mum’s moving too, and she had the same reaction as Jemma, just much faster. She passed out within two seconds of you telling her, and Bucky had to catch her.

Bucky cuddles you from behind as you pack your belongings that are close to your heart, they’re the only ones you need. You smile as he kisses up your neck, a soft laugh escaping your lips.

“I really like you, Y/N.” He tells you after a moment of silence, cuddling you closer and kissing your forehead.

“I should hope so, because you’re marrying me...” You giggle as he snorts, stroking your hair. “I really like you too, Buck.”

“Good, cause you’re gonna be stuck with me for a long time, angel.”

After Note: Predictable ending? ;)

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