#got7 royalty au

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Boxed Chocolates

Pairing: Prince!Mark x Queen!Reader Genre: Royalty AU Rating: G Summary: Mark brings you those chocolates you like. Word Count: 0.8k Warnings: Minor character death mentioned.

Since your dad had died, nothing had been the same.

You despised it all. The people, the duties, the crown. The way they all carried on, as if losing a loved one wasn’t a big deal. As if you weren’t all alone now. Left to live a miserable life of politics, misogyny, and outrageous expectations. Heavy is the crown, indeed.

A knock on your door pulled you from your journal. “Come in.”

A maid poked her head inside. “I’ve brought the dresses Miss Ella called for.” Oh, right. The fittings for the coronation.

“Bring them in, please.” You put your pen down and pushed away from the desk. “Thank you, Dosie.”

She bowed and pushed the door open, revealing the large rack with an array of fabric. As she pushed it into the room, she added, “And you have a visitor, the prince.”

Anyone else would take offense to being announced like that, as an afterthought, but Dosie understood your feelings about rushing the ceremony. You rose to your feet. “Then I’ll go deal with him first. Pick out a dress to start with, will you?”

The prince, “Just Mark” as he preferred, was a fairly quiet fellow full of mischief and wisdom. Your father had introduced you two shortly before announcing his illness and formally declaring you his successor. The reason was clear as day: you needed someone to help you rule the kingdom. However, Mark had yet to propose. His focus hovered between making sure you were as happy as someone grieving could be and stirring up trouble.

“There you are.” Mark met you halfway as you entered the room, taking your hand and guiding you right back out. “I have treats!”

“What kind of treats?” You wondered, matching his cover whisper.

“Remember when we first met and my parents brought those fancy chocolates with the soft nougat inside?”

Your face lit up. “Yes! They were so delicious.”

“Guess who found out who made them.” He pulled a box from behind his back.

“Mark, you’re a godsend!” You hugged him, excitement bubbling up inside you for the first time since your father’s death.

“I know.” He grinned, clearly pleased with himself. “Now come on, let’s go try them out.”

You followed him out of the castle and down to the gardens, where he had set up a small picnic. There were blankets laid out on the grass, and he had brought a basket filled with sandwiches and fruit.

“I thought we could use some fresh air,” he said as he spread out the blanket. “And some good food, of course.”

You smiled gratefully, sitting down next to him. The sun was just starting to set, casting a warm golden glow over everything. It was peaceful here, away from the chaos of the castle.

You took a sandwich and bit into it, the flavors exploding in your mouth. “This is amazing.”

“I know a good sandwich when I taste one.” Mark winked at you. “So, can I be honest with you?”

You groaned, “No. Not you too.”

“I know, and I’m sorry. I couldn’t think of a better way to broach the subject.” He picked at the blanket. “They’re pushing me to announce my intentions. I know you’re not ready, and I’ve told them as much, but they won’t shut up about it.”

You took another chocolate. “So, you want me to do something about it?”

He shook his head. “Actually no. I just need your permission to speak for the two of us.” He looked you in the eyes, resolute and firm as he continued speaking, “We’ll marry, but not right away. I want you to have time to heal a little. I intend to relocate here with you and I can assume my duties without you needing to be bothered with anything until you’re ready to.”

“That-that’s actually great.” You swallowed and sat up a little straighter. “I mean, it works for me. Everything’s just so…overwhelming right now. I could use some time to myself.”

He smiled, teeth sparkling in the sunset. “That’s what I was hoping to hear. So,” he dug into his pocket and pulled out a velvet box. “Of course, you’ll need this.” He opened it revealing an elaborate ring. “Will you allow me the pleasure of sneaking you away for chocolates and fighting off those pesky councilmen for the rest of my life?” He leaned in with a mischievous grin. “There’ll be lots of troublemaking, I promise.”

Despite the tears threatening to fall, you found yourself laughing. “Oh, thank God. I wouldn’t have you if you didn’t bring the mischief.” You dabbed at your eyes with a smile. “There’s no one else I’d rather have by my side.”

[nixtape-foryou]

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The Savage King by inyournightmares97 (17.0k)★★ || Royalty AU || The whispers heard through the grapevine say that King Jinyoung is a savage. But perhaps a man who is feared by all, still has many fears of his own.

[prettynxsty]

hello, you lil naughty hoes, i decided to update the list of stuff that will be coming to you at some point in this lifetime. Under the cut!

Noxious pt 2

Top Dog pt 2

Frills pt 2 aka the prequel

Quaint Spaces (at some fuckin point)

Protection Afforded (at some fuckin point)

Taehyung- he didn’t know he liked roses until…

Wonho 2x: foodplay fic + incubus slut

Kevin Moon: fic involving milk lol all you need to know is milk

Jungkook: somnophilia fic

Mystic realism pussyboy series (i aint telling u who, but its a lot)

Kevin Moon: flogging

SKZ Jisung 3x: you just wanna make him cream sometimes + cowboy + hybrid themes

Huening Kai: plantboy fic

TBZ Sunwoo: hard domming him

Skz Changbin: lol... you'll see...

Bts Jin: hybrid themes

got7 yugyeom: mythical/mystical au

winner mino: royalty???

[cherryeol04]

Looking for RP Partner

💖Intro💖

 Hello wonderful people! 👋

I'm looking for some roleplay partners. I don't really have a limit on how many I want to take in or anything, so if you're interested, then let me know in the dms! But before you message me, please kindly read the following notes about me and what I'm looking for. Even if you don't meet all the criteria, I'm more than willing to give you a chance! Though age is a hard requirement that has to be met! Anything with a * next to it is a requirement I’m looking for in a partner.

Most, if not all roleplays will be NSFW

Yes, it'll have some spicy times in it, but it's mostly deemed NSFW because of the themes I like to write.

Dark themes, triggering situations, adult content - everything, of course, will be preplanned with long discussions of triggering topics, hard limits and such.

🔞 Partners must be at least 19+!🔞*

My style is 3rd pov, past tense.

I’m looking for someone who also does 3rd pov, past tense, but I will also accept present tense as well!

Semi to Literate*

I love long replies and I do enjoy giving them as well. However, I understand that sometimes you can't always give long responses, and that's okay too. I just ask no one-liners

Currently looking for MxM pairings and plots!*

I do not stick to one plot!

This just means I'm open to having more than one plot going with many different face claims. So if you would like to plot a pirate au with Hongjoong from Ateez and a wolf au with Chanyeol from EXO, I'm the person for you!

Currently there is no limit for the amount of plots I will do with one person.

I control more than one character

This is different from god-modding

This just means that in our plot, I can (and prefer) to control more than one character. So while my main face claim may be Chan from Stray Kids, I may also play Felix and Seungmin to add a little more substance and character development to the plot. 

While I would like for you to also have more than one character, I don’t expect it of you if you’re not comfortable with it. 

With regards to NPCs (the barista working at the café they visit, or the random people they meet along the way), either one of us can control them at any time as long as it’s to move the plot along.

Preferred platforms:

Line

Discord

As of right now, I think that's everything. Again, if you're interested, pm me! If you have any questions, also pm me!!

⚜ OC Information ⚜

Age: 25+

Time zone: -5 EST

Work Schedule: Mon-Fri 8-5

Replies may be sporadic throughout the week, with the majority of replies coming in the evening time.

Weekends will bring more replies, unless I have plans with friends/family or I’m on call for work

My face claims are never set. So if you're looking for a specific person, please review the list of face claims I rp and let me know. Otherwise I'll base my face claims on what the plot is.

❣ Preferred Plots, Themes & Genres ❣

Fantasy Au

Omegaverse AU / Wolf Au / ABO Au

Fluff, Romance, Humor

Horror

Dystopian AU

Post-Apocalyptic AU

Academy Au

Boss/Employee AU

College/University AU

Disney Movie AU

Mafia/Gang Au

Magic AU

Pirates AU

Royalty AU

Soulmate AU

Mythology

Tropes:

Arranged Marriage

Class Difference

Exes to Lovers

Fake/Pretend Relationships

First’s (date, kiss, ect.)

Forbidden Love

Male Pregnancy

Polyamory

String of Fate

💫 Face Claims 💫

*There is no specific faceclaim I want at the moment. Most of my face claims will be male. Looking for more Stray Kids plots!!!*** The 🌸 next to the name indicates my preferred face claim from that group.**

EXO

Chanyeol

Baekhyun🌸

Cen

Suho

Sehun

GOT7

Mark🌸

Yugyeom

Nu’est

Minhyun

Ren🌸

Stray Kids

Chan

Hyunjin

Jisung🌸

Seungmin

Minho

Vixx

N🌸

Hongbin

Hyuk

🖋 Writing Samples 🖋

OC Character - Kayden Park

Kayden was overjoyed. He hadn’t thought tulips would grow at this time of the year, but entering the garden he found a wide variety of them, pristine and in full bloom. They were the one flower that Kayden had really hoped would grow because after he read what their meanings were, he knew almost instantly who he wanted to give them to.

Specifically the red tulips.

Some might say he falls too easily and others might say he loves too hard. But in reality, Kayden couldn’t control who he was or how he felt about people. When he found someone he liked, he became attached to them, trying to be as close as possible while nurturing their growing relationship - whatever it might be. Even if that person got on his nerves all the time, or they ended up doing things that very honestly scared him, ending a relationship just wasn’t in Kayden’s vocabulary.

Red tulips symbolize true love, or a soulmate. Kayden had a specific person in mind and while he wouldn’t say it was true love - hell Atreyu could barely stand him in a good - he did think the other was his soulmate. Despite their ups and downs and the multitude of times he was locked out of the dorm and left to fend for himself for the night, Kayden knew that what he had with Atreyu was special - indescribable even.

And while he couldn’t find the words, he knew the flowers would do the best job. So after carefully plucking five of the tulips, he handed back inside and to his room where he had left his roommate. Atreyu had been in one of his moods again, refusing to speak to Kayden, so hopefully the flowers would double as something to cheer him up.

“Atreyu~!” he sang happily as he opened the door, hoping he hadn’t disturbed the other but knowing he probably did. He braced himself to be hit with a pillow or something, even a “go away” in his harsh and icy tone. But when he got no greeting in return, Kayden took a moment to actually look around the room.

It was empty.

And not just in a way that said Atreyu left to go mope somewhere. It was truly empty. The smile on his face slowly fell as he stepped into the room. His bed was made, but it lacked a lived-in feel - as if a maid had come in and just fixed the bed to make it look presentable. The nightstand next to the bed was barren, everything Atreyu had kept there gone.

Kayden didn’t want to jump to conclusions but his mind was already racing. He crossed the space quickly and yanked open the drawers. Barren. Turning, he moved to the closet next and opened it. Nothing. Everything that had belonged to Atreyu was gone.

He was gone.

As Kayden stood there, reality slowly came crashing down as he realized he was alone. No note. No text. No goodbye. He clenched the tulips tightly in his hand before releasing them and letting them drop to the floor.

Stupid.

He had been so stupid and this is what he got.

Silently, Kayden walked over to his bed and sat down on it gingerly, eyes staring blankly ahead.

Alone.

No matter what he did, he was always going to be alone.

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ABO AU - Chan, Jisung, Seungmin, Changbin

Jisung laughed and nodded, pulling back some from the other. “Tonight…supposedly.” He said and shrugged. “But my body has been weird lately, so it may hold off another day. I hope it does cause I wanna be able to spend time with you. It’s been so long.”

Jisung had honestly missed the omega. He hadn’t seen Hyunjin since the night of the attack. The last thing Jisung could recall was rolling on top of Hyunjin to protect him from the blade before calling for help. Chan had told him already that if it weren’t for him, Hyunjin probably would have ended up dying. 

So if that meant Jisung suffered from nightmares and a sore side (with a near death experience of his own), then so be it. It was worth it. 

He grunted when Felix suddenly tackled them both, hugging them tightly. “Yeah! What Lixie said.” He said and whined. “Felix, my side.” He hissed softly. 

Chan watched the three, smiling fondly. He walked over and patted Felix’s head gently. “Come in Lix, be careful with them.” He said gently. “They’re both still healing.” 

Seungmin peeked his head out of the kitchen before hiding once more, afraid to face Hyunjin. He felt so guilty still for turning his back on the omega so fast. Things from that had been hectic, chaotic. Feelings were hurt, people were hurt and Seungmin may have chosen the wrong side. 

He still fully believed how things were handled was inexcusable and that was mostly on Chan’s part but knowing the other was Hyunjin’s soulmate and seeing first hand what a soulmate bond looked like through Jisung and Minho, Seungmin sort of understood where everyone was coming from. It couldn’t be helped, the attraction.

He wanted to apologize for being such an ass but he was afraid Hyunjin wouldn’t accept it. He didn’t want to cause discourse in the pack because the others seemed so hellbent on getting Hyunjin in the pack and they were happy. He would be happy too, he just wasn’t sure if Hyunjin would be happy around him. 

Meanwhile, Changbin made his exit from the kitchen and smiled. “We’ll looky here.” He called. “Chan really did bring us a present.” He teased. 

If you have made this far down, thank you so much!!! If you're interested at all in rping, please send me a dm or an ask! I'm looking for long term partners to create beautiful worlds together! 💖

[callmedanquixote]

❥ N A V I G A T I O N

❥ Hello! You can call me DanOh

❥ She / her | 26 | Spanish & English | Ace

❥ INFJ | Sagittarius 🏹 | Wiccan

❥ Who I stan?

SEVENTEEN, WAYV, SUPER JUNIOR, THE BOYZ, DPR, GOT7, SF9, MONSTA X, EXO, NU'EST, ATEEZ, NCT.

Maybe I don't write specifically about all those groups but you can find the members as characters in some of my fics.

❥ I'm a slooow writer because I have a work that leaves me drain a lot during weekdays and I also struggle with bipolar disorder on a daily basis so I ask for your patience pls 🙏💖

❥ I will finish all my current and future works. I'm kinda slow cause I write in spanish first and then in english. And sometimes when I don't feel like it's a perfect work I tend to rewrite it a couple more times.

❥ So, yeah. This blog is basically made for me to write all the shitty cliché stuff that I love with the people I like. If you like the stories I write, thank u so much. I hope I can give you a little time of entertainment. 🌸

Masterlist

Last work: Blooming even in the shadows - Chapter 2

Currently working in:

✧ A reverse harem with magic, royalty and our beautiful 96 line (Wonwoo, Kun, Doyoung, Changkyun and Sangyeon) - Completing plot ideas

✧ A creepy(?), sick and questionable story in a mental facility with DPR Ian, Wonwoo and Mingyu. - Writing. Maybe (I really hope so) out in november.

✧ A super cliché college au, friends to lovers, with the beautiful Editor in Chief of the newspaper Doyoung. - Making a list of situations for the plot

✧ A marriage of convenience au, with a lot of juicy drama with Kun and Doyoung. - Rewriting ideas to complete the plot so I can rewrite the chapters I already had.

✧ Rich people, chaebol life, kinda enemies to lovers, with Wonwoo, Mingyu and Jun. - Completing (rewriting) plot ideas.

✧ Soulmate au, lots of drama, angsty but I only write happy endings so don't worry too much, with Kun. - Finding time to write this story. I have the complete sketch but I need to give it shape.

✧ Blooming even in the shadows: My Hogwarts/The Boyz series that I absolutely will finish one day hehe. I just need to catch up with my old chapters and with my plot ideas so I can continue the story well. And I'm trying to reduce the chapters so I'll finish it faster.

[catboy-jaebeom]

y'all are gonna hate me for being stupidly neat in titling and organizing my fics, but I'm also hating y'all a little because I have so many wips I did not wish to be reminded of ajfsdlkgjdflgd

[ KPop ] Leader Swap Omegaverse Fic

[ KPop ] So We Will Be Royalty

[ KPop ] Time Loop Fic 1 — 7 Carnations & 7 Lilies — When Time & My Heart Stood Still

[ KPop ] Time Loop Fic 2 — Orchids & Daisies

Any Other Way 2 — These Trees Bear Fruit In Spring

Those Days In Toronto — Or The Inevitability Of Moving On

ZODIAC & How We Learned To Function

[ KPop ] Poly!Hyeong Line — All End's Beginning

[ KPop ] Rainbow7 — Zero Times Two Is Still Zero

[ KPop ] Like A Zoo — Marriage Proposals (?)

[ KPop ] GOT7 Avengers

[ KPop ] Youngjae/Mingi Prom Date

[ KPop ] Marigolds & Forget-Me-Nots

[ KPop ] Neck-Lace

trustfund baby CEO AU

boulder wall

sick(ly) are the ones who love the most

[ MoM ] Cracked

Foxes In March

[ Spooktober ] Always Watches

[ Spooktober ] Foul Feast

[ Spooktober ] Rural Ritual

Daw, Yakuza Favourite

[ Atomic Blonde & RE ] Under The Neon Lights, All Cats Are Gray

[ KPop ] Fangs & Stakes & So Much Blood — The Year You Taught Me How To Grieve

[ Atomic Blonde ] Poppies, Lilacs & Forget-Me-Nots

[ Shadowhunters ] In The Wake Of Decisions Chapter 5

[ Shadowhunters ] A Piece In Three Parts

Ice Cream Bar

[ KPop ] Body Snatcher Fic

Otherworldy Normal

[ KPop ] In The Drift & Under The Stage Lights

you asked for this, etc aklfjsdklgsg

I am v politely tagging @syster19 @wordycerty and @snowflyjoeee ( but only if you want to, obvsly!! ) and also @twigsnbones @klutenpetter in case you have some wips lying around. also anyone else who sees this!! love you all!! ♥

WIP Game

Rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have wips.

Thank you for the tag, @ato-the-bean!  I’m off to the airport soon so maybe this will give me inspiration if any asks come in before I loose internet.

The Call of Destruction

The Immortal Academic

Twin Tales Book 3 part 1

Twin Tales Book 3 part 2

Menw

Chapter 20 - rewrite

I don’t actually have a lot of different WIPs, but here we are. I’m happy to talk about all of them and give a snippet.

Tagging: @castillon02 @mistbornhero @the-astro-ace @arel-o-imladris @ares-uprising @stinastar

[kpoppwriter]

Blue orchids

❧ Genre: royalty au

❧ Warnings: n/a

❧ A/N: gotta throw a royalty au in here

Send me a fic title and I'll write a drabble showing you what type of fic I'd make!!

Every year you got sent a blue orchid. It's always so beautiful and elegant. You put it in the same spot every year, replacing the one you received the year prior. It was sent in a plain vase with a gold ribbon tied in a bow around it. No note or card was sent with it but you always knew who it was from.

Im Jaebeom. Prince Jaebeom as most people knew him.

You used to work at the palace as a florist and gardener. The two of you met by chance while you were trimming the roses in the courtyard. You were quite intimidated by him at first - he had quite the reputation of being cold and rude but you soon found out that was just rumors. He spent more time in the courtyard and more the with you. You ended up falling for him. Hard. But he was a prince and you were a florist.

You left the palace after sometime an opened up your own flower shop. Just a cute little place down by the town bakery. It was small but it was yours. Jaebeom knew about your shop but never dared to visit. Not after the announcement of his engagement anyway. He just settled on sending you blue orchids once a year. It gave him the tiniest bit of comfort knowing he could show you he still loved you despite not being able to properly show you.

It really hurt when the orchids stopped coming.

[3raaaachachacha]

4:47 pm

Kim Yugyeom x female reader / 646 words / angst / smut

Warnings: unprotected sex

Disclaimer: contains 18+ content; minors do not interact

~ royalty au ~

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“Your highness,” You moaned as you did your best to control the noise level, while your secret lover sucked on the spot right under your earlobe just as he entered you, “Someone might see us.”

“So what?” He scoffed, “I could care less love,” He hissed as he continued to suck on your flesh, being sure to leave a mark for others to see. You moaned out louder than anticipated when his hips snapped faster against yours, a wide smirk situated across his face. The noises you made boosted his already high ego, loving the thrill of being caught by someone roaming the castle. 

“I want everyone to know that you are mine,” He mumbled against your skin, increasing the speed of his thrusts, while eyeing the way his length just disappeared inside you, “You’re mine and only mine.”

This wasn't the first time your crowned prince had called you in for a good time. It was a regular occurrence for the two of you, but something did feel off. He was being more rough like he was mad. You couldn’t help but wince at his size, the way it was stretching you out. Your fingers made sure to latch into his locks for some kind of leverage.

“Y-your Highness,” You stuttered weakly, but was immediately cut off.

“My parents want me to marry,” He groaned as he thrusted incredibly deep that time, “But I will simply not allow that to happen. I told them I'm in love with someone else.”

You gasped at his words. As much as you truly loved him, if anyone found out, you’d be killed in an instant. You went to speak up and voice your concerns, but that soon disappeared as your prince’s thrusts intensified further, pushing you close to your climax. You did your best to swallow your moans, to keep you as quiet as possible, but he seemed to have different plans.

“Don’t be shy my love,” He smirked, placing a hand firmly on your throat, but not strong enough to hurt you, “You can be loud now,” He told you before continuing his thrusts, latching his lips onto your collarbones, “Let me hear you. Let everyone hear you.”

That was when you knew it was over for you, you mumbled a quick profanity as you wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck to get closer to his sweaty, but intoxicating frame. The knot in your stomach finally released at the same time as your lovers and the two of you were a moaning, shaking mess in each others arms. You laid there breathlessly, doing your best to regain your composure until he spoke up.

“Run away with me?” He blurted out, still trying to regain his breath to which you could only laugh at.

“Don’t be silly, sir. That can never happen,” You replied bluntly before getting up and attempting to put your dreadful corset back on.

“I am not being silly Y/N. I am being truthful,” He replied as he pulled your corset out of your hands and pushed you against him, hands roaming your body yet again, “Run away with me, so we can be together. Miss Y/N, please.”

“Your highness,” You began sternly, “We are not compatible. You are the crown prince and I am your handmaiden. You are better off without me and-,”

He cut you off before you could finish, “But I love you. I love you and I want to be with you. I am willing to give my throne up for you.”

“I can’t let you do that, your highness. I can’t let you put yourself in danger, put me in danger,” With that, you quickly changed before exiting the room in a rush.

If times were different, this could be justifiable. In these times, your safety wasn’t something you wanted to risk for love. 

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- Admin 🌶️

[citylights-ah]

"Take a seat, love. You must be famished."

One could hardly deny the king of his request. Being summoned in his presence was seen as a novelty to anyone of your stature. Anyone but you. Not after the history you'd shared with the unattainable man in front of you. His eyes staring into the depths of your soul.

How long had it been since you'd stared into his eyes without a clue of who he was? His birthright? Those eyes that were currently keeping you captive under his scrutinising gaze.

You traced the rim of the chair before you, before sitting down. The cushions moulding to your shape. Slowly you picked up, the glass before you and took a sip.

"To what do I owe this pleasure, my king?"

He leaned in, never breaking eye contact with you. "Formalities are hardly necessary between us, y/n."

"I hardly think that's the case, my king."

Sighing in exasperation, he pleaded, "Y/n, please."

You gulped, setting down the half full glass on the primed table in front of you. "My king... this isn't right. I shouldnt be here. You have duties and responsibilities-"

"And what of my heart? Do I not have a duty to rule with all of my heart?"

Flabbergasted, "But-that- .... what are you saying?"

"Sweetheart, you know what I'm saying. But I'll say it just for you."

He stood up abruptly and came towards you, his knees leaning on the floor before tou. "Jackson-My King, what are you-"

He placed his finger to your lips, stopping you from utterly another word. He clasped your hand his, radiating warmth and filling you with nerves. "To you I've never been just your king. I am Jackson, first and foremost. And that's all I want to be to you. You've made me a better man, and I can't spend my life searching the world for meaning, when I've already found it."

You gasped, unable to comprehend the words you were hearing.

For the first time since you'd arrived, he fumbled, biting his lip. "You mean ... everything to me. You helped me when no one else did. You gave me a home when the world was falling apart. The finery, the stature, none of it ... has any meaning. The people do. Providing for them and their families, creating a nation that we're proud of... You taught me that. How could I complete erase you from my mind when you're in every action I take?"

Stunned, you found yourself staring at your clasped hands in his palms. This was highly inappropriate, but you could hardly bring yourself to move. You raised your eyes and met his piercing gaze once more.

"What I'm asking of you isn't easy. Your path won't be easy with me. I am ... not the most easiest man to deal with. You'll have a role to play too in this world. A burden I should never ask of you... but I'm selfish love. Though I can never give you a normal life, I vow to you I will give you all of me, and do my best to provide for you. To support you on every step of this journey together. So, what do you say sweetheart? Would you consider being mine?"

[jacksons-goddess-gaia]

Medieval Jackson AU Teaser

“I pledge my sword and swear my undying loyalty to Her Highness, from this day until all days end.”

“One of these days my brothers friendship will not save you from your impudence.” you warned him but the knight merely grinned.

“I would risk a thousand swords to see but a smile grace your lips my Princess.” he responded moving to the rail and reaching up to place his hand upon one of the railings stone bars.

“Your princess?” heat flushed to your cheeks as you leaned against the railing to admire him, ignoring the jeers of his men still practicing upon the field. Grateful for Mark turning their attention back to their swordsmanship.

“I am your knight does that not make you mine?” he teased brown eyes sparkling in the light of the sun.

“My if that is true then I would belong to Sir Mark, and Sir Bambam.” you feigned being surprised straightening up and stepping away from him Jackson's smile fell away jealousy clear in his clenched jaw before he grinned again hands seizing the railing and vaulting up it onto the hallway to stand before you giving you a much better view of his muscled form through the gaping neck of his simple white linen poet shirt. He didn’t miss the way your eyes took him in or the blush upon your cheeks as he pulled a rose from seemingly thin air.

“But as your personal knight and guard, I am yours in a way that none of them could hope to contest. As you are my one and only lady, right Milady?” he asked softly extending the rose to you as you stepped back under his advance until your back touched the wall his tall lithe form nearly brushing yours as you slowly took the rose his molten brown eyes causing your heart to thunder in your chest. Words failing you for a moment as his lips turned up in a small smoldering grin. “Princess?”

“I don’t know if my brother would approve of his friend teasing his sister.” you rebutted finally as his broad hands landing on the cold castle wall on either side of your head. His perfect face drawing near to yours.

“Do you believe my words half hearted Princess?” he asked softly the warmth of his breath on your cheek sending a shiver down your back. 

“I believe you have a reputation for never taking your advances seriously,” you reminded him of of his half hearted attempts at wooing others before you which you had seen with your own eyes. And his many declarations of not needing to court or settle down yet in his quest to become the knight marshall and general under my brother. “and that you enjoy seeing me flustered.”

“Do you think I would risk your brother my friend the kings wrath for chasing his baby sisters heart insincerely?” he whispered drawing away just enough that you could see his expression, face devoid of its usual teasing smile, intelligent brown eyes free of any lie as he stared down into yours.

[kpopfanfictrash]

The 7th Prince (XI)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / GOT7

Rating: PG

Word Count: 4,809

Genre: Royalty!AU

Summary: A land under a curse. Seven mysterious princes. A decision that will make or break the Kingdom. (idea from this post here, by@cyjsgirl)

As you sit there, lost in your own thoughts, you wonder what this means. Youngjae, born with magic. Jinyoung, exhibiting signs now. The power he speaks of sounds like prophecy. But if that’s so – a chill crosses your spine. You can’t help but think of his premonition. You, wrapped in shadow. Consumed by the night.

When you think about this, there’s only one person who comes to mind.

Mark.

Over the next few days, things lose steam. The momentum gained during the Council meeting slows, the air of Morsus rife with the mixed tension of politics and favors. Duo decides they no longer support an attack, not unless their commerce tax is approved. Quattor refuses to give in though, since the tax would further hurt their annual grain sales. And so on, and so forth, until you’re about ready to collapse with exhaustion. 

You do collapse at night, burying your head in your pillows and falling asleep. You don’t know how your parents do it, day in and day out. Don’t know how the other rulers do it, either. Each morning is the same – the same meetings, the same conversations, the same concerns. Always a new crisis to solve, never anything to set aside until tomorrow. Everything life or death – each problem has a person's face and the weight of their problems is now your own. 

After the masquerade, you spend one day in bed. Only one, thanks to Youngjae’s healing - but since that night, you haven’t had a moment’s rest. Yugyeom sat beside you the day you rested, watching you regain your strength.

The second he entered your room, you threw back your covers. “Yugyeom,” you gasped, before he wrapped his arms tight about you. Hugging you quickly before letting go, sinking into the chair Youngjae vacated. 

Your brother’s gaze traveled your face, making sure you were okay before leaning over to punch you in the arm. “What the hell, Y/N,” he ground out, pushing hands into his hair. “You scared the hell out of everyone.”

“It wasn’t my fault!” you protested, though it kind of was. You were the one who left the ball, you were the one following Mark. “I’m sorry,” you amended, somewhat guiltily.

Yugyeom looked at you for a long moment before he sighed. “Apology accepted. So,” he said, barely able to keep from smiling. “Magic. Y/N – magic.”

You spread your fingertips over your comforter and nodded. “Youngjae has magic,” you said, then looked up at him – curious. “Did you know?”

Yugyeom shook his head. “No. I wish I had. I – ah,” Yugyeom covered his face with both hands. “You’re going to be so mad,” he mumbled. “So mad, that I didn’t tell you.”

At this, you squinted. “You can’t just say that and not tell me, Gyeom-ah. So go on, get it over with.”

Yugyeom peeked from between his fingers. “Well,” he sighed, sitting up. “You know Bambam. You know how he’s uh, connected?”

That put it lightly. Bambam possessed the unique talent of reading other people – of taking one look and knowing their exact motivation, that amount to trust them and what questions to ask. It was a gift. Nodding mutely, you kept your gaze on your brother.

“Well,” Yugyeom flushed. “For the past year or so, Bambam has been turning his network of people into a sort of… community.”

“Community?” You weren’t sure who, or even what Yugyeom meant by this. “For what? For whom?”

“For,” Yugyeom hesitated. “Well, magic.”

Your eyes widened. Not at the action itself – Bambam always had a big heart, it didn’t surprise you, him starting something like this. No, what was surprising was that they kept it secret. Kept it a secret from you. It was confusing, since you’d hardly heard Yugyeom mention magic before – let alone hint that he knew about it. Yet there he was – the leader and mastermind behind some secret, underground society.

“I don’t understand,” you said, brow furrowed – and Yugyeom explained.

They called it the Knot. It began about a year back, when Bambam met a girl. She lived in Quinque, was the daughter of a cook in the palace kitchens. Bambam noticed her because of the sparks. Literal sparks – he was walking home from Senary one night and saw bursts of light bouncing over hedges. Bambam paused, approached – and nearly got his eyebrows burnt off, in the process. 

Her name was Nicole, and she was magic. Both figuratively and literally, to Bambam. As he fell, he witnessed firsthand the discrimination. The constant fear she lived with. Nicole existed in terror, that the wrong person would find out what she was, what she had. More than that, she was scared of losing control, of the the power she held. 

Bambam decided to help. 

“You know Bambam,” Yugyeom expressed your thoughts out loud. “He’s always had a certain talent for truthfulness, for discerning the reality of things. It’s why he’s so skilled with his information – he wanted to use his talents to start an underground network. At first it was small,” Yugyeom confessed. “It was just Bambam, myself and a few others. But now – it’s more.” Yugyeom’s smile was uncontainable. “Anyone who sympathizes with magic can come to the Knot. Magic didn’t disappear, Y/N – it just went underground.”

You listened to all this, eyes wide. “You didn’t think to tell me?” you asked, more than a little hurt by this. “I could have helped – could have assisted! I,” you hesitated then, unsure if you would have. Before you met Mark, you’re ashamed to say you thought magic more trouble than it’s worth.

Yugyeom reached out for you, grasping both hands in his. “I’m sorry,” he looked into your eyes. “I tried to tell you, a few times – but didn’t think you’d understand. Didn’t think you’d agree. With your birthday coming and the Council meetings,” Yugyeom sighed, trailed into silence. “I didn’t want to add to your problems.”

“You’re my brother,” you snorted, nudging his shoulder. “You’re always a problem.”

Yugyeom offered you a smile. “I’m telling you now,” he said quietly. “I want – I need your help. I think,” Yugyeom paused, searching your expression. “I think this could change the war.”

You just blinked, as his words sunk in. Searching for a retort, finding none. You should have seen this before, should have noticed. This was the witch’s main advantage, after all: her magic. The one front you could not and would not prepare for, the one aspect you always lost. If the witch decided to ride into battle, who would stop her? 

If you have magic, though – here, you inhaled, the sound of it sharp. “Gyeom,” you grinned, grip tightening. “I think it’s a brilliant idea.”

Yugyeom smiled back. “Yeah?” He seemed sheepish, though earlier he was resplendent. “You don’t think it’s too... out there?”

You nodded. “Oh, it’s definitely out there. I think it’ll be hard to change the Council’s opinions,” you frowned.

“It will be,” Yugyeom agreed, leaning back to rest his chin on his hands. “But then – think of how many city-states magic touches.”

You fell silent, considering this. It’s true – there were many. 

“There’s Quattor,” Yugyeom ticked the name off his finger. “Obviously, since Youngjae is magical. Quattor is also more magic-friendly than the other city-states. Many moved there, after the curse took effect. Imagine if we had all their spell-castors, on our side.”

You nodded. You could see it then – you did see it. “Right. Then our parents,” you nodded, looking at Yugyeom. “They know Youngjae, they let him heal me. I think they’d be open to magic as well.”

“Right.” Yugyeom raised his second finger. “So, there’s Senary and Quattor. Kingdoms across the sea trade in magic, I think we could convince Duo based on that. Throw in Quinque, because of Bambam,” Yugyeom lifted two more fingers. “And that’s four of the seven.”

“Tribus,” you added, watching Yugyeom frown. “Add Tribus to your list.”

“Tribus?“ Yugyeom paused. “Y/N, I know he’s your best friend but – Jinyoung? You really think he would agree to use magic?”

“I think he would,” you said to him softly, and Yugyeom shrugged.

“Okay,” he sighed. “You know him better than I. Add Tribus.”

The rest of the day you spent in careful conversation, struggling to figure out what next. Yugyeom appeared relaxed, for the first time in a long time. It made you think about all the times he stopped himself from explaining. All those times he offered vague information, never revealing his true source. It was Bambam, sure – but more than that, it was the Knot.

Now it’s your turn to help. That’s what you think about, dressing yourself this evening. Tugging on long, silken gloves which go to your elbows. Not to protect yourself from magic (or others from yours), but because those in attendance might want to stay anonymous. Yugyeom tells you that some of Bambam’s parties are just that – parties. Some though, are something else entirely. They’re smokescreens, frivolity which distract from their true purpose. 

This party you tonight, is one of the latter. You’ll be attending aware of the danger, of the magic which lurks within. Yugyeom left the castle earlier than you, needing to be one of the first people there. Jinyoung is your date tonight, instead. You haven’t forgotten about your promise to him – you’ll help find answers for him, and this seems the best place to look. A gathering of magical individuals.

Jinyoung meets you at Senary’s palace, dressed entirely in black. He blends into the night sky, with his star-kissed skin and ebony hair. Holding out his arm while you walk down the steps. “You sure you don’t want to take my carriage?” he asks, looking over his shoulder. “It’s not a problem, Stanley just went in to chat with the other drivers.”

You shake your head as you continue. “It’s not far to Quinque,” you explain, all the while leaving out the true reason. When you leave, you plan on making a detour. Plan on leaving without Jinyoung, convincing him to return to Tribus alone. 

You refuse another day, another night to go by without speaking with Mark. If you must, you’ll walk the entirety of Senary. The entirety of Septum. All the god-damned city-states if necessary, because this game has gone on long enough. After the masquerade, Mark owes an explanation. He needs to explain who he is, what he wants – and why the hell he keeps trying to see you. Never mind the fact that you also keep trying to see him.

You need to know how Mark feels.

Gripping Jinyoung’s arm tighter, you wind your way through the darkened path to Quinque. Bambam doesn’t answer the door himself, a servant takes your coats instead, gesturing down the long hall. The décor of the palace has changed, now dressed in ruby and gold, the color of sunset and gemstones. 

Entering the same room as before, you descend this time with Jinyoung. You’re grateful, for Jinyoung beside you. Grateful for the way he supports you, because far too many gazes turn your way when you enter. Your dress trails behind you – you falter, realizing the hostility in their eyes. These are people pushed aside their entire lives, broken and told that they’re wrong, told that they’re bad.

All by the monarchies. You move forward slowly, certain these people know you’ve never cared. Or - not that you didn’t care, you just never thought about them. Worse, in some ways. You thought magic dangerous, which it is. Life is dangerous, though. Shame clouds your thoughts, enough so you can’t look people directly in their eyes.

It’s only when Bambam steps forward that you relax. Hand falling from Jinyoung’s arm, you stop when Bambam bows. “Y/N,” he smiles. “Thank you for coming.” Turning questioningly to the rest of the party, Bambam arches a brow. “Why did the music stop – is this a request for me to sing? Gladly!” Bambam crows, dramatically flicking his hair as he walks away.

At the bottom of the staircase stands a girl – she laughs, extending a hand towards Bambam. Wrist completely bare sliding her hand into his. Bambam doesn’t flinch, smiling while grasping her tight. They move until reaching the musicians and when they start up again, Jinyoung touches your arm. “Should we find Youngjae?” he murmurs, already scanning the crowd. 

You nod, trying to keep your sense of composure. The lights above are dim, muted and golden. Ruby wine adorns the tables, and people mingle and talk in all corners. As you walk forward, you note the difference in atmosphere from the last party. That one had an air of mystery, of enchantment – the dark promise of night, unspoken lure of shadows.

This is something else, entirely. People are talking more than dancing, and there’s a sense of purpose in the air. You remember Yugyeom saying these parties were held for celebration, yes – but also for networking. They’re for magic users to meet their own, to seek out counsel and guidance of others. With formal training outlawed, users are mostly left to their own accord. Left to discover their talents for themselves – a thing which sometimes ends well, sometimes not. 

That’s why these parties exist, though. They’re opportunities for magic users to interact, to discuss. To learn and grow, which is when you realize – these people aren’t just discussing magic, they’re using it. Sparks dance through the breeze overhead. Somewhere to one side, a woman waves her hand and the wine in her glass twists with snake-like movements. Light slides over curves in mid-air, and the guy standing next to her seems impressed.

Then he waves a hand, and all the liquid splashes unceremoniously back into her cup. 

Jinyoung’s eyes widen. His expression is tinged with something like awe and – more. Curiosity. You recognize this expression, having seen it often throughout childhood. You should have known Jinyoung would love something like this. Magic, though intangible, does exist. It exists, which means it can be studied – Jinyoung has always loved a challenge.

He moves forward, arm breaking from yours to lean forward. Very gently, he taps the woman on the shoulder. “Excuse me,” Jinyoung asks politely – always politely, – waiting until she turns around. “Could you show me how you did that?”

The woman seems surprised, glancing up at his crown. “What kind of magic do you have, Prince of Tribus?” she asks, glancing at Jinyoung’s hand upon her sleeve. “What brings you here tonight?” 

Jinyoung raises both shoulders, lets them fall. “That’s what I’m trying to find out.”

The woman looks at him, her interest piqued. She nods, wine from her glass lifting once more. “I command the elements,” she says, smiling. “Water, to be exact.”

Jinyoung’s eyes widen. “May I?” he asks, and she nods. 

Jinyoung’s index finger breaks through the stream of wine and you turn to scan the room. You’re searching for Youngjae, though you don’t see him. Bambam said he’d reach out to the Prince of Quattor, said he’d extend an invitation – but you aren’t certain Youngjae will come. Just as you’re starting to fear he wouldn’t, your gaze lands on an unexpected form.

Jaebum is slouched against the wall. His arms firmly crossed while scanning the crowd – sword hanging from his waist. A hood half-covers his expression, but his profile is clear. Turning away, you see Jinyoung still engrossed in his conversation. Assuming he’ll be occupied for some time, you leave without him. Moving through the crowded hall to Jaebum.

When you reach the Prince of Unum, you lean next to him. “Hi,” you greet, glancing sideways.

He doesn’t look at you. “You’re alright,” Jaebum observes, taking a sip from his wine. “Thank god.”

You nod. “Yes,” you agree, turning to look at him. “Thank you, for telling Jackson to bring me to Youngjae.”

Jaebum doesn’t react, though he inclines his head. “You’re welcome,” he allows. When he looks at you, his gaze is dark, harsher than he usually is. “Youngjae is my best friend, Y/N. He doesn’t want his secret known.”

“I know,” you say softly, understanding the meaning. “I promise I won’t tell.”

Jaebum stares for a long moment. “Good.” He lifts his wine then, taking a long sip. “I’ve been thinking about what you said,” he confesses, frown deepening.

You arch your brows. “Oh? Which part?”

“You asked how I knew that I loved her,” Jaebum explains gently, and you don’t need to ask who he means. 

Some of the noise in the room fades, when you face him. “How did you?” you ask, suddenly curious. 

Jaebum lowers his glass. “If I had been given the choice, I don’t know I would have picked Katherine.”

Your eyebrows arch higher. “No?” That’s not what you expected.

Jaebum smiles, shaking his head. “No. If you’d asked me to write my ideal person – it would have been nothing like her. But,” he shakes his head. “That’s not love. People don’t exist to be lived on paper. You want someone who challenges you, someone who makes you stronger, someone to give you strength and courage. Someone who, when the rest of the world turns it’s back – they fight alongside you.”

You think he’s done then, think he’s run out of words – but then Jaebum’s gaze lifts, lightening.

“It’s the person you look for,” he says quietly. “Even when you know they aren’t there, they can’t possibly be there – but still, you look. You can talk to them for hours, it feels like minutes. It’s not something to describe,” Jaebum says, voice catching. “It’s something you feel.”

You realize then, that you’re staring. Staring, because Jaebum’s words, his expression are things you’ve only felt for one other. “Jaebum,” you start – but stop, spotting familiar blonde hair. “Youngjae!” you blurt, waving him over.

He sees you and waves back, smile wide making his way through the crowd. Youngjae is dressed simply, white shirt over plain trousers. He stops beside Jaebum and grins, clapping him once on the shoulder. “So,” Youngjae glances around. “This is the secret underworld of magic?”

Jaebum looks at Youngjae’s hand on his shoulder – completely bare. Jaebum starts. “Youngjae! No glove, at last. A historic moment. Wine?” Jaebum offers, holding out his half-drunk glass.

Youngjae’s pays no attention to this, hand reaching to touch the leaves of a nearby plant. He watches them brighten beneath his fingertips. “Yes,” Youngjae muses, trying to hide his smile. “I have to say, oddly satisfying.”

Jinyoung appears, close enough that your shoulders brush. “Jinyoungie,” you grin, and he winces.

“Prince Jaebum,” Jinyoung bows. “Prince Youngjae. Please to make your acquaintance.”

To your surprise, Youngjae arches a brow. “We’ve met at least ten times before, Jinyoung. Call me Youngjae.” 

A flicker of a smile crosses Jinyoung’s lips. “Alright, then. Youngjae.”

Jaebum shifts, moving away from the wall. “Well met, Jinyoung.”

Jinyoung’s gaze moves to the Prince of Unum. “Well met.”

When you cough, all heads turn your way. “Youngjae,” you nudge Jinyoung in the side. “I think Jinyoung has some things to ask you.”

Now it’s Youngjae’s who looks curious, grabbing a glass of wine from a passing server. “Oh?”

Jinyoung swallows. He stands frozen, until your hand closes around his own. Jaebum’s eyes lower to the movement. “Y/N explained,” Jinyoung starts, hesitant. “She said you know things about magic. She said magic is born, not made and that you have magic from the time of conception. Is that true?”

Youngjae nods, his gesture slight. “As far as I know, yes.”

Jinyoung licks his lips, suddenly dry. “If someone were to exhibit magical tendencies, at a later point in time. It would be strange, no?”

Youngjae stares at him, tilting his head. “I’m afraid I don’t understand what you’re asking.”

Looking your way, Jinyoung straightens. He turns back to Youngjae and declares, “I think I’m developing magic.”

Jaebum frowns. “Developing?” He looks at Youngjae. “Is that possible?”

“I don’t know,” Youngjae shrugs. “I’ve never heard of such a thing.” 

Jinyoung deflates, just slightly. “Ah. Then… perhaps it’s just my imagination.”

Youngjae lets out a low laugh. “I doubt it,” his gaze roams the room. “Usually when people have daydreams, they imagine themselves in possession of something they truly want.”

“Just out of curiosity,” Jaebum interrupts, gaze unmoving from Jinyoung. “What kind of magic do you think that you have?”

Jinyoung’s gaze finds the Prince of Unum’s. “What kind?”

Jaebum nods. “What kind.”

There’s a slight challenge to his words, and Jinyoung blinks. “I see things,” he mutters, defensive. “People, places – I see them before they happen. Or maybe after? It’s hard to tell, occasionally,” Jinyoung pauses, shaking his head

“What does it feel like?” he asks, automatic.

Both you and Youngjae look at Jaebum. “What? Why?” Youngjae frowns.

Jaebum doesn’t look away. “Before your premonitions,” his words are slow, struggling. “What does it feel like?”

Jinyoung pauses, just a moment. “The air chills,” he confesses. “It feels like I’m drowning. Like I have no form, no substance – then I snap back to the moment and feel weaker. My body tires, and I see things.”

Jaebum’s eyes narrow, though Youngjae speaks next. “That’s not – quite what my magic feels like,” he frowns. “I feel weaker after my use, but the energy comes from within. What you just described sounds as though it’s coming from someplace else.”

Jaebum exhales, the sound shaky. “I,” he looks into his drink. Pausing, which both Jinyoung and Youngjae stare. “I,” the Prince of Unum shakes his head, refusing to meet their gazes, “I experience something similar.”

Now it’s your turn to look surprised, your hand dropping from Jinyoung’s arm. “You … what?” you ask, alarmed.

Jaebum falls silent. “When I go into battle,” he admits. “When I’m facing insurmountable odds. Something just... comes over me. It’s indescribable,” he admits, gaze flicking upwards. “Although Jinyoung did a good job describing it. I feel weaker but somehow – I force outcomes to happen.”

“You… what?” Youngjae just stares. “That sounds like will. The power of will. It’s very rare.”

Jaebum’s gaze skims sideways. “Maybe? I don’t know,” his voice is flat. “It’s not something I can control, I always assumed I was imagining things. But,” he hesitates, looking at Jinyoung. “If you experience something similar.” 

Jinyoung stares back, an odd expression on his face. “Maybe we’re not crazy.”

Jaebum nods, just once before he looks your way. 

“No,” you say, before he can ask. “I’ve never experienced something similar. Nothing like what you, nor Youngjae said. I don’t think I have magic.”

“I don’t know enough to answer,” Youngjae interrupts, drawing your attention. “I don’t understand what’s happening, but if you both experience the same thing, then yes – I doubt you’re crazy, Jinyoung.”

Jinyoung’s face softens, if only slightly. “I suppose it makes sense,” he admits. “It would be strange indeed, for Jaebum and I to share the same hallucination.”

The two exchange a look, moment broken when Bambam enters the circle. “I see you’ve met,” he grins, cocking an eyebrow. “Youngjae – you’re wanted in the next room. I think we may have found someone else with healing power.” 

At Jaebum’s surprise, Youngjae shrugs. “I told Bambam.” He looks excitedly sideways. “Another healer? Where?” Seeming to remember your prior conversation, he adds, “I have a mentor. In Quattor. He taught me everything I know - granted, that’s not much. He knows more though, he might be able to offer explanation.”

Jaebum nods, needing no more. “Let’s meet the man.”

Jinyoung exhales, then nods as well. “Fine. I’ll do until then,” he adds, eyes alright. “There has to be something in Tribus’ libraries, something on curses and magic.”

Youngjae looks as though he wants to say more – but then Yugyeom appears. “Did you tell Youngjae?” he asks Bambam and, upon seeing the entire circle – his eyes widen. “Y/N! What do you think of the Knot?”

Looking up, you realize you haven’t thought about it much. You’ve been fairly focused on Jinyoung and the others. So concentrated on them, you barely had time to think about where you fit in. How you can use all this. 

Glancing around – you see it. You see Bambam’s vision, Yugyeom’s vision. This dream of having people come together – magic on the side of good, not evil.

“Where have they been?” you murmur, gaze returning to Bambam. “Since the curse, what have they been doing?”

Bambam’s smile falters. “They’ve been in hiding,” he explains quietly. “Nicole said once, Morsus was the stronghold of magic. People came from all over to study in Quattor, in Tribus,” he glances at Jinyoung. “When the war began, people didn’t know who to trust. The witch was powerful within the magical community. Many magicians went with her, she was banished. It’s why her army is so powerful. It’s not just her, but all her spell casters – some of whom are the most knowledgeable of the age. We lost much,” Bambam admits, looking down. “By banishing magic, we lost not just its resources but the people. The people, and their knowledge.”

Jinyoung straightens, motion minuscule. You know that he’s angry – not at Bambam, but at the idea of ignorance. Jinyoung loves learning. Loves to understand, loves to grow and thrive and change things. For knowledge like that to be discarded – he must be livid. 

“That’s terrible,” Jinyoung’s gaze hardens. “It should not be allowed.” Bambam’s gaze meets his. “Jinyoung,” he says carefully. “I didn’t think you’d feel like this.”

Jinyoung, at least, has the decency to look embarrassed. “I might not have,” he admits, words slow. “Were I not exhibiting magic tendencies myself.”

When you look at Jaebum, he remains silent. Merely takes a step back and sips from his wine. From what you know of him, you imagine Jaebum wouldn’t want to divulge until he’s ready. Jinyoung’s story likely shocked Jaebum into admitting the truth – but Jaebum is a general. A soldier. He can’t be keen on admitting what he likely sees as a weakness.

Bambam looks surprised by Jinyoung’s admission; even your brother takes a step forward. Yugyeom reaches for Jinyoung, touches his shoulder. “If you like,” he says, nodding, “We can try to find people you can talk to.”

Jinyoung glances at Youngjae. “I think I’d like to hold out, at least for a little while.”

Youngjae nods, knowing he wants to meet his mentor. “That’s fine.” 

“Do you want to stay here awhile longer?” you ask, looking at Jinyoung.

“I think I’d like to explore,” he nods, glancing at Bambam. “If that works?”

It’s as he’s speaking, that someone taps Yugyeom on the shoulder. Your brother turns, and you notice for the first time that Youngjae and Jaebum are deep in conversation. “Yes,” you shoo Jinyoung away. “You go. I’ll get Yugyeom to take me home later.”

Jinyoung grins, looks at Bambam. “Let’s go.” 

Bambam nods. “Yes?” he says to Jinyoung, tilting his head to one side.

For the first time, you see Bambam isn’t holding a drink. His hair is clean-cut, clothes a darker shade than usual. He holds himself confidently, staring over the crowd and you realize how much he’s grown. He’s still like a brother to you, but now you realize he and Yugyeom are no longer little. They’ve made this place, pulled these people together and your heart swells with pride, looking out at the room.

Jinyoung looks to Bambam. “Who should I meet?”

Bambam raises his eyebrows. “Follow me.”

You watch the two of them leave, watch them go but as he passes – Jinyoung suddenly tenses. Eyes drifting sideways, unfocused and faltering.

“Jinyoung?” you reach out, alarmed.

He turns suddenly, eyes refocusing, hands clasping yours. “Y/N,” he breathes, voice low. “I – how do you plan on getting home?”

You look back at him, surprised. “I don’t know,” you confess. “Yugyeom came here in a carriage, I think.”

Jinyoung’s grip relaxes and he looks to your brother, nodding. “Ah. That should be fine, I think.” Frowning, he continues to survey you.

“Jinyoung,” you lean forward, so no one else hears. “Did you have another vision?”

Jinyoung blinks, then exhales. “I don’t know,” he confesses. “It’s too unclear, too dark. I saw you, definitely you – in Senary?” Jinyoung queries, frowning. “There were shadows though, Y/N. I could barely see.”

Before he can say more than this, Bambam appears. Doubling back when he realizes Jinyoung hasn’t followed. “Jinyoung?” he glances from you to him. “Are you still up for this?”

Jinyoung nods, eyes not moving. “Go home with Yugyeom,” he instructs, releasing your arm. “Promise?”

You nod, struggling to think of a response. “Okay,” you nod – well-aware you’re lying.

Jinyoung nods, disappearing after Bambam. When you look sideways, Youngjae and Jaebum are deep in conversation. Yugyeom speaks to the same woman who interrupted and no one watches you. Slowly, you step backwards.

Continuing on, until reaching a curve in the wall. You slip beyond this. Hurrying down a stone-damp hallway, glancing over your shoulder as you leave. You’ve known your way around Quinque’s castle since the time you could walk. You know the in’s and out’s, know this path will lead past the kitchens. It exits into the gardens – which lead you back to Senary.

Rather than deter you, Jinyoung’s words have given you hope. 

Tonight, you find your shadows.

Tonight, you find Mark. 

And tonight, he tells you. Everything.

[Master List]

[steamingramyun]

crowns and caramel lattes - mark tuan royalty au. (part 1)

honestly it’s soft mark hours for me all day every day so let’s just get this party started.

 everyone knows about prince mark…he’s handsome, and has a beautiful smile. the only unusual thing about him is that he’s so quiet and rarely seen by the public.

hardly involved with the media, but there’ll always be the occasional report and pictures of him with various kids in the children’s hospital or at the animal shelter.

he’d moved out of the palace the day he turned 20. it got a bit too much, and he really wanted to live his own life as much as he could- no servants, no chefs and no maids waiting on him 24/7. he just wanted independence. 

so he went to live in a more quiet part of town, in his own apartment. he came back to the palace often for dinners to catch up with his family, though. 

sometimes the palace employees would see him with his horse when he came back to visit, smiling at her and brushing her coat if he wasn’t riding.

or he’d be in the library, studying a particular topic for his upcoming exams with his tutor, whom he’s started with when his parents had decided that university would be too public for someone of his status.

but his favorite place, no doubt about it, was the corner of his room he’d set aside for recording. he’d spend hours mixing tracks, writing lyrics and playing around on his keyboard. music was what he wanted to do, music was his passion.

but then again, nobody knew that, did they? he wasn’t really one to be public.

then there’s you. college student, nothing too special other than the fact that you loved beautiful smells. they enthralled you, made you want to learn more.

maybe that’s why you chose to be a barista as your regular job, and despite the fact that you get yelled at about wrong orders almost daily, you loved the smell of cream and coffee wafting around in the air.

and then one lucky day you’re just casually taking people’s orders and ringing up their bills, you’ve just thanked your last customer.

it’s a lazy weekday afternoon, not many customers in this part of town, and it’s usually quiet this time of the day.

you’ve looked down for a second to grab your marker off the floor, it’s fallen down and rolled under the counter to the customer’s side.

but right when you’re about to grab it you see someone else’s hand close around it, and their fingers brush yours. the first thing that really hits you, though, is the beautiful, beautiful scent of warm vanilla.

there’s this stranger standing in front of you, holding your marker out to you and looking at you expectantly.

and you can’t help but be a little stunned because this isn’t just any stranger, he’s one of the most attractive strangers you’ve seen in a while

and although the bottom portion of his face was covered by a black mask, his hair fell perfectly down his forehead and ever slightly into his eyes.

and the way he was staring at you through this lashes-

it was enough to make your heart rate rise just a little.

even though he looked totally effortless.

he wore a simple outfit, just a plain black sweater over jeans and sneakers, with a long coat to provide cover from the chilly autumn wind that would soon turn into winter snows.

and it took you a second to regain control over your brain, to get it to stop internally going “he’s gorgeous he’s gorgeous he’s gorgeous,”

 when you finally zone back in twenty seconds later, he’s still holding your pen out, eyebrows knitted together in mild confusion at your actions.

you then blush a totally new shade of crimson, before taking it from him shyly.

“thanks,“ you say softly, making eye contact with him for a brief second.

but his eyes- they’re attractive in every way possible- they sparkle in the gold sunlight filtering through the café windows.

and you’re almost held prisoner by his gaze even after he nods and says it’s no problem.

all this happens within a minute, but you’re still in a daze when you walk back around behind the counter, and then you realize that you have a job to do

so you smile despite your embarrassment, and look up to him and ask, "so, what would you like to have today?”

and he orders a caramel latte, soy milk because he’s lactose intolerant, he jokingly adds.

and you don’t know what JOKE CLOWN goes into your brain but before you can stop yourself you go, “yeah, milk makes me shit too,”

and you go redder than you ever knew you could go when he makes confused eye contact with you, but the biggest shock comes when he starts giggling.

this boy didn’t laugh, he downright giggled, one of the most interesting yet attractive laughs you’d ever heard. it sounded like tinkling bells, and it only intrigued you more.

you decided not to embarrass yourself with any more of your less than intelligent remarks, though, and asked for an initial or a name.

“yi-en,” he replied, before thanking you and moving to the end of the counter for collection.

and you’re left in confusion but also a desire to learn more about this mysterious boy.

he can’t have been much older than you, he looked like he was in his early 20s from what you could see and what you’d heard of his voice. it sounded mature, but also had a touch of youth to it.

considering his quick actions earlier too, he must’ve been athletic as well.

you really knew nothing about him, whoever he was.

but you wanted to see him again, and every part of you hoped that he’d come back. 

[bb-bambam]

jaebeom holding jinyoung's hand Like he's a prince I literally only see that kind of hand hold with royalty idk seems like.. i've ceased to function..I just-

it's because jinyoung IS jaebeom's prince and we all know it 😔

[whatsgyu]

(royalty! au) in which you and jackson are childhood best friends [ words: 684 | au bin ]

"Jia er! Jia er!"

You could see your best friend wave his hands in the air as he runs towards you, stepping on the flowers of your very spacious garden in the process. It was evident that he was already drenched in sweat, his proper (and most definitely expensive) clothing losing its charm.

But you were only kids, and kids do not care about two hundred-hectare gardens or of pricey clothing spun with gold. No, it is only each other that you care about.

You started to approach him as well, closing the distance between you. As soon as he was near, you jump towards him to receive him with a big hug. Jia er, or Prince Jackson as they call him, catches you in his small, and rather frail arms, but spins you around at least twice, nonetheless.

It has only been the summer before since you have last seen him, yet you’ve always mentioned his name to your mother.

"Will Jia er come today? Oh mother, I don't want to study etiquette and manners and which spoons do I need to use! They're all spoons anyways! Can't Jia er come, mother? Oh please, oh please! I promise I'll sleep during nap time!"

For it is because that minutes seem like hours, and months seem like years to children your age, that you have already missed your only friend so dearly. Seeing that this made you upset, your mother simply couldn't refuse and invited Jackson and his mother to come over to the palace, your palace, to stay the week.

"Jackson, I've missed you so, so, so, so much! You don't know how long I've sat by the big glass windows, waiting for your carriage to come!"

You told him this as you break away from his embrace, with no shame, only with pure honesty, even closing your eyes for emphasis.

He laughed at this, a playful tune in your ear, and answered back in a reprimanding manner.

"I told you, it's Jia er! Call me Jia er! Only my bestest of friends call me that!"

You roll your eyes and nod your head grudgingly.

"I know, I kn--"

"Also, no, you don't!" He interrupted you, shaking his head vigorously. "I missed you moooore! More than all the flowers in your very, very, big garden!"

He says this as he spreads his arms wide, pertaining to your surroundings. You gasp at his proclamation, now paying attention to the colors around you. You were at loss for words. There was no way you can outdo that, can you?

"That's unfair! Our garden is so big!"

"That's the point you dummy! I missed you that much!"

You frown at him and folded your arms in disagreement.

"But I want to miss you more!"

"That's not the point!"

"You just said it was!"

Jackson opened his mouth to retort back, but having thought about what you had said, changed his response.

"Oh, you're right."

"See?!"

"Okay, okay, I was wrong! I'm sorry!"

"It's fine," you reassure him, and concluded your fight, but not before adding, "But I still missed you more!"

He sighs exaggeratedly, and huffs. He puts his hands on his hips and quirks his eyebrows in a rather hilarious way, that would've made you laugh if you weren't to bothered by the current dilemma.

"Okay, what about this? Let's just shake on it and agree that we missed each other the same. Agree?"

Jackson holds out his hand to you, and smiles with his famous grin. If you were a bit older, you would've noticed the sparkles in his eyes as well, shimmering as he looks at you fondly.

But seven year olds do not care about romance and have yet to know what the word crush truly feels, so you only smile at him in return and take his hand in yours, giving it one, neat shake.

"Okay!" You declare, "We missed each other the same!"

Upon your agreement, his smile breaks into a toothy grin, exposing his missing tooth. You erupt in laughter and point at it, and Jackson starts to chase you around the garden for doing so.

° ° °

[inyournightmares97]

NOBLESSE OBLIGE Masterlist

Privilege entails Responsibility. Royal blood unites seven men in the Kingdom of Gaudium as they attempt to balance their duties and desires. Honor and benevolence are always expected from persons of noble birth; but is it worth dedicating your entire life to the service of a kingdom? Perhaps power is not meant for everyone. 

1. FELIX CULPA: Mark Tuan

(Part 1)  (Part 2)  (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) Ongoing

Crown Prince Mark never desired to rule. It was too much of a burden, too much effort to make for people who showed such little gratitude. When he is sent to the neighboring kingdom of Castellum, he meets a woman who would sacrifice her life for her kingdom and wonders: what is it that truly motivates men? Is it power? Or love? Perhaps neither. 

(Other members’ descriptions coming soon)

[kpoppwriter]

GOT7 as Princes

❧ Anon asked: hi! i know this is a lot to do but could i request got7 as princes? for each of the members? there's no rush to post it if you are gonna do all of the members (but if i could request, it would be Jackson) :)

❧ A/N: ok so this is a royalty au where they’re all princes from the same kingdom. I wanted to make that clear so these descriptions would make a bit more sense lol 

~※ Main Masterlist ※~

Mark - The One That’s Not From Here

Mark isn’t from this kingdom originally but he lives here. He’s kind of the adoptive son of the King. He’s known as the foreigner even though there are other princes that are foreigners. Even though he’s the oldest and technically the one that would take the throne, he gave that up since he didn’t feel it was fair to the other princes. He’d much rather not have that responsibility anyway.  

Jaebeom - The One That Will Be King

Since he’s the next oldest, Jaebeom will be King once the King steps down from the throne (or dies whatever happens first). Even if he wasn’t the next in line, many people think he’s the best candidate for King. He’s smart and knows how to lead. Many people like him as well so of course he’d be a good candidate (even though some people think one of the other princes should be King). 

Jackson - The One That Everyone Knows

Everyone knows Jackson. Everyone in the kingdom has a Jackson story. He loves going into the kingdom and mingling with the people. He finds royal life a bit stifling at times and would much rather be free. He loves getting to know new people - which is helpful at royal parties when trying to make new connections but he’d rather be getting to know the people of the kingdom. 

Jinyoung - The One That Should Be King

All royals know Jinyoung. He’s spent years making connections with other kingdoms and studying all about the nearby kingdom, as well as his own. He’s very well educated and it shows. Everyone knows how hard he works and studies, which is why some people think he should be King. Some people think he’s a little...stuck up though - that he’s too involved with royals and not the little people. 

Youngjae - The One That Everyone Loves

Like Jackson, everyone has a Youngjae story. You can ask anyone in the kingdom and they’ll tell you how kind and fun Youngjae is. He’d much rather be amongst the townspeople than in the palace. Because he’s younger, many people just let him have fun since they know he may never take the throne (unless all the older princes pass up the opportunity/die).

BamBam - The One That’s A Free Spirit

BamBam has a bit of reputation throughout the kingdom, as well as in others. He’s a bit of a flirt and loves to break the unspoken rules royals have to follow. He really only breaks rules because he doesn’t like how restricting they are. He wants to be able to live his life how he decides, not how the King decides. Sometimes he sneaks out of the palace really late at night just to rebel. 

Yugyeom - The One That Doesn’t Care 

When I say Yugyeom doesn’t care, I mean he doesn’t care that he’s a prince. He tries to live his life as normally as possible (which is a little difficult when you live in a fucking palace). He doesn’t care for all the rules and such but no one really pays that much mind since he’s the youngest. They just let him live his life. He also likes to sneak out with BamBam sometimes.