#he's more based off a pierrot instead of a jester

[bagelwizard]

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“the golden year of the golden mask: part 2″ [ateez: ???]

genre: FLUFF + hints of angst + fairy tale + reverse harem + female reader

ficstyle: bulletpoints + mini series? + [LONG INTRO] [PART 2]

prompt: Cinderella with a twist - Everyone was invited to your royal masquerade for the New Year; it was just an excuse for your father the king to find you a suitor. He wanted you to find someone who you are compatible with, hence the masquerade. Little did you know, you’d find love…. and little did you know that, love was closer than you thought…

note: I’ve had this idea for the longest time and I finally got to write it + hope you all enjoyed it 

the masked boy drew a deep breath before making his way over to you

but he immediately turned away when he saw you take the arm of your father

how was he suppose to take you away from the most powerful man in the country?

you saw the masked boy pacing back and forth; quickly looking away as soon as he made eye contact with you

you could tell he wasn’t a royalty based on his suit

but something about him was still fairly charming

maybe it was his perfect smile that he hasn’t shown yet 

or it was his deep eyes that glimmered every time the light hit his iris 

you excused yourself from your father and pushed past through all the obvious fancy suits 

“good evening..” you peeped your head around to catch the eyes of your admirer 

“g-good evening, princess...” his voice trembles; his voice sounded familiar 

he tries not to notice that all attention is on him since you went out of your way to talk to HIM, out of everyone else in the room

“th-this is a good song..” he points to the band of musicians 

you giggle at his statement, “is that your “subtle” way of asking me for a dance?”

the boy furrowed his brows behind his mask; asking himself why he’s making a fool of himself 

but he had to follow through

he placed his gloved hand out for you to take, “princess.. would you care to dance with someone like me?”

you took his hand; even through the gloves, his hands were warm 

“I’d love to dance with someone like you..” you whispered soft enough, only for him to hear 

you were blown away by him strong physique which was a contrast from nervous speech earlier 

the longer you danced with him, the more you saw his smile 

and it was probably the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen 

and you were so sure that you knew this masked boy 

the boy was hoping that you wouldn’t be able to feel his pulse through his gloves 

he was hoping that you didn’t know how madly in love he was with you, ever since he met you 

but that was no way he could ever be with you

he wasn’t royalty or rich 

if given the chance, he’d do anything and everything to make you happy, wasn’t that enough?

the moment the song ended, you were swept away by another man

the masked boy bowed his head and slipped passed the crowd

his backside was disappearing as he got farther and farther away

you tried to excuse yourself but you had a line of suitors trying to ask for your hand for a dance or for your hand in marriage 

it took you ages to get away from them 

you had to find that boy you had your first dance with 

but all you could remember was his deep eyes, his beautiful smile and his black velvet mask embellished with a tear-shaped jewel under his left eye 

you saw you saw a figure with the same backside as your admirer 

your heels were clacking through the moonlit path until you got the entrance of your greenhouse 

there he was looking around the greenhouse; it was brightly lit with fairy lights 

the whole time he was looking around the greenhouse asking himself if this was what heaven looked like; and then he saw you

“princess-”

“beautiful, isn’t it?” you smiled as you looked around the greenhouse yourselves

“this place was given by the late queen.. you must miss her a lot...” he murmurs as he walks closer to you

“I do.. this is my favorite place in the whole entire kingdom, makes me feel like I’m still with her..” 

this was going like any normal conversation he had with you 

he almost forgot that there was a mask between his real identity and you 

was he going to reveal his true self to you?

he walks around with you with the sound of muffled band playing inside the castle 

until he finds the flower that he’s looking for 

you watch him carefully clip a single aster flower

“do you know what an aster symbolizes?” you asked as he hands it over to you

“patience and elegance..” you smiled at his knowledge of flowers 

“aster comes from the Greek word for star... princess, you are the brightest star that ever existed, no one in this world is as elegant as you are.. and I know that there’s a man out there just waiting to make you the happiest woman in the world.. I could only wish that I was that man..” 

you could feel butterflies throughout every part of your body 

he was truly one of a kind

you could say that it was love at first sight, even though you couldn’t see all of his face

that was when you noticed the space between you two getting smaller

his hand was placed on one side of your cheek

you turned your face towards the fireworks exploding into the air as the bell rung; it was New Year

he gently turns your face to face him, “princess.. do I have the permission to kiss you?”

you answered by locking your lips onto his plush lips 

you ran your fingers up to take off his mask

one of your maids came to get you, “milady, the king has an announcement to wrap up the ball..”

“alright, we’ll-”

you turned to see the masked boy gone

“you were in here with someone, milady?” 

you smiled as you looked down at the mask that was left your hands, “tell my father I won’t be going back to the ball...”

“you met someone, milady?”

“I did..”

“judging by your smile, he really has you starstruck, milady~” 

“you think?” you cupped your face to feel yourself blushing 

“would it be rude of me to ask how he caught your attention, milady?”

you held the mask tightly to your chest as you replayed the whole night word for word 

you had the mask in your hand the whole night 

wondering who your mystery prince was; you took those thoughts right into your satin pillows as you lulled to sleep 

you were awaken by your father who was throwing a baby tantrum about last night, “I was going to tell everyone that I found the perfect suitor for you! he’s a prince from-”

“I found someone last night, father,” you interrupted him 

the king’s tantrum subsided and you peaked his curiosity, “who might this, gentleman, be?” 

you reached over to the black velvet mask, “I have no idea.. but I will find him..”

your maid bent down to the king’s ear to explain what you meant by what you said 

giving you time to recall all the features of your midnight mystery man

before your father could say anything, you shot out of bed 

you burst open your heavy doors; a thud followed 

“it’s you!”

you bent down to caresses the King’s jester’s forehead

“are you alright, Hongjoong?” your eyes were filled with worry 

Hongjoong didn’t have the courage to look up at you; his status wouldn’t allow him to

last night was the only night where he could be who he truly was instead of who he pretended to be

“this mask is yours.. isn’t it?” you placed the mask in his hands, “why did you run away last night?”

“I’m not royalty and I can’t contribute to this country with riches.. I’m not talented or skilled or strong... I can’t ask for your hand in marriage-”

“but did you mean by what you said last night? that you could be that man who could make me happy?”

Hongjoong took your hands into his, he was prepared for anything that was going to happen after what he was going to say, “I would make you happiest girl in the world, even if I’m not the one putting a ring on your finger..” 

the King was listening to everything on the other side of the door; ugly sobbing as quietly as he could as the maid offered him tissue after tissue 

it reminded him of how he married his late-wife

days after New Years were filled with getting to know Hongjoong 

he truly knew how to make you happy 

everyone who were interested in you backed off, because they knew that they probably couldn’t make you as happy as Hongjoong did 

Hongjoong soon became known as the pierrot who became king

but titles meant nothing to him, when he had you 

because he was human before his status and you taught him that 

“cheers to our new life,” you clinked your glass against Hongjoong’s glass

“cheers to our happiness,” he smiles 

End.

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Like my friend Siobahn over at @coulrostudies I studied Coulrology (though not to the extent they have, having only my bachelors in the field), and I have worked with multiple breeds of clowns (both 'pet' and 'meat' breeds) throughout most of my life, and hope to be of some assistance in the community purely based on experience.

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