#i will admit that he now looks as if he’s going through a fairy princess transformation

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knight of roses

🌙 starring. Jeong Jaehyun x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. The Knight of Roses looks so beautiful as he says his piece, and the idea that he’s already committed to you is one that makes your heart race in your chest. He’s so beautiful- and you’ve tried to deny it for too long. You hate being the girl who falls for the same man that everyone else has their eye on, and Jaehyun has no lack of suitors, especially in court. However, you suppose there’s always legitimacy in the looks of a man who has captured the hearts of many.

tw/cw. Unprotected sex, virgin!reader, first time, dirty talk, praise, power imbalance, Jaehyun unties her stupidly royal corset, armor removal, hand job, pussy eating, fingering, stretching out, multiple reader orgasms, etc… I pet names: (hers) princess.

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 9.1k 

🍭 aus. Fantasy au, fairy au, royal au, knight!Jaehyun, princess!y/n, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. So this is a fae au, but that’s more the kingdom fantasy side than any overt faerie wings or powers- Jaehyun’s hair is naturally pink, and Yuta has white hair, so that’s going to be the extent of the faerie aesthetic in this- I just wanted to do something royal, and I wanted a unique kingdom set up :) 

Prologue:

Tourneys of this caliber are unusual. The northern reaches that expand through the Winter kingdom, as well as the Fall lands in the West, are known for their bad weather, not for their celebrations. While the Spring Royals host events, it’s with little regularity. No, this kind of lengthy drinking and fighting fest is a uniquely Summer type of pride and joy. 

It’s the Summer Kingdom’s Prince John’s birthday, and only a princely celebration could merit the expense of this sort of event. 

All the royals, from all four reaches, are here, as well as a host of knights from all sorts of families. Everyone is intent on proving themselves, but none more so than the Princes Yuta from the North, and Doyoung from the West. 

The Winter Prince has a reputation for upholding the traits of his house. He’s fierce, white-haired, and hardened from the cold temperatures and unforgiving terrain he was made in.

The Fall Prince carries some of those more ‘Northern’ aspects, however, where Yuta is more brazen, Doyoung is regal in every sense of the word. His motions are calculated, his blade as sharp as his eyes.

They’re both formidable fighters as the tourney day drags on, however, another favourite has emerged in the past two days that has shocked everyone. ‘The Knight of Roses’ they call him, in reference to the emblem on his chest plate, a man from a lesser house in the Eastern lands.

With pretty pink locks, this Jeong Jaehyun has stolen the hearts of many, however, you’re not so easily swayed, and your brother, John, knows it.

“Who will you be giving your favour to?” Johnny asks, leaning on his watching throne to get closer to you in the royal box where your family sits to watch the tourney.

“I’m not sure yet,” you admit, although, your gaze shifts to Prince Yuta as he pulls on his black dragon helm. 

“Don’t even think about it,” Johnny grins. “Yuta is a savage. You don’t want him to get any ideas.”

“Ideas?” you counter with a smirk.

“First it’s your favour he asks for, then it’s your hand,” Johnny points out.

“I’m too young to marry,” you insist. “Maybe I’ll never take a husband.”

Johnny sighs. It’s a well-known fact within your close family that you don’t want to adhere to political protocols. You have a wildness in your heart, and your mother has always attributed it to a touch of winter that had coldened her family line many years ago. 

“But if you must, it can’t be Yuta,” Johnny says firmly. “The North might be exciting now, but summer and winter don’t mix well. You might think of yourself as a savage, with your sword-wielding, and your dislike for ‘things befit of a princess,’ but you’re still too sweet for a man like him, believe me on that.”

Your lips pull tight, and you refuse to respond, focusing your attention on the tourney as the announcer begins to read out the names of competitors.

Yuta is one of the first, as is his right as a royal, and he approaches the elevated stand you’re sitting on. “I’m hoping for a favor, from the princess,” he says loudly, holding out his joust.

You stand, holding a small garland of wildflowers picked from the King’s wood. “Good luck, Prince Yuta,” you call, leaning over the rail to toss your favor onto his joust.

Yuta nods respectfully, and you’re taken by his striking eyes.

You go back to sit with your brother and he lets out an annoyed sound, but doesn’t pester you further.

Soon, the final tournament, the last of three days, is beginning.

You’re glued to your seat for all of it, eyes fixed on the commotion as rider after rider is bested. The royals hold their own, but once again, the Knight of Roses shows off his skills with a joust, defeating Prince Doyoung in the semi-finals.

You feel, as Yuta and Jaehyun size each other up, that the victor should be obvious, you’d given him your favour after all- however, the day ends with your bet not paying off.

The Knight of Roses finishes on top, and as you and your brother leave to head to the final departing feast, Johnny pulls you close. “That Jaehyun guy is no joke,” he muses. “I want him in my court.”

One:

“In light of our mother and father going to The Bright Lands,” your brother sighs as he’s fitted into his coronation robe, “I think it’s best you finally get a proper bodyguard.”

“Jungwoo is doing the job just fine,” you muse, fingers clicking on your glass of wine while numerous maids fuss over the future king. 

“Jungwoo is my guard,” Johnny corrects. “And now that I’m about to be correnated, I want him back. He was a loan.”

“A loan,” you laugh. 

“I knew you wouldn’t agree to a new guard, but in an hour, I’ll be your king, so you’re going to make this easy on me, okay?”

You roll your eyes, but you don’t protest. “And who are you planning on assigning to baby sit me?”

“The Knight of Roses.”

Your heart skips a beat.

It’s been five years since Johnny recruited Jaehyun to come to your palace and train. Five years of you seeing the pink-haired man work at becoming an even better swordsman. Part of you had assumed that Jaehyun would step into the role of Johnny’s protector, not your own.

“I don’t need him,” you say.

“Yes, you do,” Johnny sighs. “Trust me, I think you’ll like his style of protection.”

With one last flair of his furred robe, Johnny turns to the door, and it’s clear the conversation is over.

The two of you exit his royal chambers, and you’re immediately flanked by guards. Jaehyun falls into step right behind you, and you do your best to ignore him as you make your way to the grand hall.

The Knight of Roses sticks to your side the entire ceremony, and it’s hard to focus on your brother with this pretty, pink-haired man practically breathing down your neck.

You’re ready for some alone time as the coronation closes. Tonight marks the eve of a three-day celebration to solidify the start of your brother’s reign, and you know you’ll have many duties in the coming seventy-two hours. You can skip the feast, especially while Johnny is swarmed in the great hall at the dining table.

As you slip away, you’re cognisant of the spring shadow following you. He’s silent, and you appreciate that as you make your way to your room. Once in the safety of your bed chamber, Jaehyun waits outside respectfully.

Two handmaidens join you, and they’re a little shocked at your request to be helped with putting on the armor your father had gifted to you three years ago. He’d known at that time that there was no way of squashing your wild heart, so he’d made sure you’d have the proper gear to protect yourself if you decided to live dangerously.

You exit your room fully adorned in royal armor. It’s similar to your elder brother’s, all golden, and stamped with the Summer house’s royal sunshine mark.

Jaehyun continues to say nothing, continues to shadow you as you make your way down to the courtyard and into the King’s wood. 

It wouldn’t be ‘becoming’ for you to practice swordsmanship where others could see you, so your father had made a training section of sorts for you a short way into the treeline, in a clearing where you’ve since spent many hours.

You expect Jaehyun to continue his silent streak as you approach a practice dummy, expect him to sit back and watch you the way Jungwoo always has- but as you ready your first blow, Jaehyun speaks his first words. “Do you come train here often, Princess?”

You pause, turning to look at your spring shadow. “Excuse me?”

“This practice site, is it yours?”

“Yes,” you respond, striking the practice dummy, “it’s mine.” You hear something of a scoff- or maybe a smile, and you turn to find the pink-haired man grinning. “What?”

“King John said you’re an unusual girl, but I never expected this.”

“Sorry to ruin your expectations,” you sigh, lining yourself up to take another hit at your training dummy.

“Has anyone ever given you any formal training, Princess?” Jaehyun asks next, stepping toward you.

“Johnny has tried to teach me a few times,” you confess.

“Are you open to pointers, Princess?” 

You let out a deep sigh. “My last guard would simply watch.”

Jaehyun nods, looking down at the ground. It’s clear he’s going to drop this, that he’s taken your response as a rejection. You’re his Princess, he won’t question you, and you kind of like it. But, at the same time, as you begin to hack at the dummy, you wonder what Jaehyun might be able to provide for you that Jungwoo couldn’t, or maybe wouldn’t. 

The Knight Of Roses has proven himself, and his swordsmanship, many times over. There are worse people you could accept constructive criticism from.

“Fine,” you sigh. “What am I doing wrong?”

Two:

You’re elated from your impromptu training session with Jaehyun. After allowing him to teach you a few tips, you’d sparred for an hour or so before he’d insisted it would be a good idea to go back to the banquet. So here you are, all tightened in your gown and corset, your heart racing every time you think of how much you’ve just learned from your new protector.

Your brother is seated next to you, and as the dinner commotion quiets down a little, he leans closer to you. “How are you feeling?”

“Good.”

Johnny scoffs at your one-word response, his eyes shifting to the guard behind you, to the great hall full of people there to celebrate his coronation. “How do you feel about the familiar faces here tonight?”

You sigh, knowing who he means. Prince Doyoung and Prince Yuta are seated at their royal tables, one poised, the other relaxed and holding a cup of wine between his fingers.

“We just had a royal wedding,” you muse, looking at Johnny’s new wife as she sits on his left. 

“And as much as I like the Spring King, I don’t need Taeyond as a brother-in-law twice over,” Johnny agrees. “I remember a few years ago, you had an eye on Prince Yuta.” 

“That was a few years ago.”

Johnny nods, and he looks contemplative for a few seconds. “I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to do. You’re a summer child, but there’s always been an untamable side to you.”

“I appreciate that.”

“However,” Johnny lifts his fingers to his lips, leaning his elbow on his large chair. “I would like for you to dance with a few people tonight.”

“And what would be the point in that?” you counter.

Johnny shrugs. “Fun? Intrinsic value? Because your older brother, and King, wants to see you smile?”

“I doubt many of these men could make me smile.” 

Jaehyun is close behind you, and he listens to this exchange, a smug grin working it’s way onto his face. As familiar as he is with Johnny, it’s clear your brother doesn’t know very much about you. If he wishes to see you smile, he just has to see you with a sword in your hand.

The Knight of Roses has always thought you were beautiful, but seeing you dressed in full royal armor, wielding a blade- he’d realized that was your element. You’re happiest while battling, unladylike sweat dripping from your brow, eyes fixed on your task, the smell of deep concentration practically wafting off of you. 

Jaehyun would be lying if he said he wasn’t affected by the small training session that had just taken place. He wasn’t sure how to gauge what your relationship as princess and guard would be like, but now- if tonight was any suggestion of what’s to come- he thinks this might suit him just perfectly.

The feast is cleared away by servants, and large tables are pushed to the sides of the great hall to make way for dancing. 

Jaehyun shifts on his feet as he watches, holding his breath at what’s to come.

He’s not surprised when Prince Yuta approaches the royal table. 

“King John, Princess,” he nods, his gaze lingering on you, “I was wondering if I might have this dance.”

For something of a winter savage, Prince Yuta can be surprisingly well-mannered when he wants to be, and it’s no shock when you stand to your feet, allowing the man from the North to pull you to the dance floor.

Each kingdom has its own color scheme. While Fall is depicted with bronze and blue, Jaehyun’s own kingdom sports rose gold and green. Yuta however, is silver and black, and it is starkly contrasted by your gold and white dress. The two of you stick out like a sore thumb on the great hall floor, and there are many eyes that watch you humour the prince from the North with a dance.

Jaehyun has his opinions about this potential union, but he’ll keep them to himself.

Three:

It’s the second day of Johnny’s coronation celebration. The Summer equinox is approaching tomorrow, and the days are long. The sun is hot, and it makes you sweat in your suit of armor as you and Jaehyun train by the lake in the King’s Wood.

There had been a tourney today, and you’d slipped away from the crowds to find a spare hour or two before the nightly banquet. You’re aware that you’ve been sparring for some time already, and the summer heat is making you exhausted faster than you’d anticipated.

With a sigh, you let your sword fall to your side, and your guard immediately mirrors the movement. “I think I’m done for the day,” you muse.

“As you wish, Princess,” Jaehyun nods. 

You pull off one of your armored gloves as you move closer to the rocky shore of the lake. “Come sit with me.” 

Jaehyun nods again, following you.

He’s quick to unclip his rose gold and green embroidered cape, setting it along the rocks for you to sit on. You and Jaehyun have found a way to communicate with motions more so than words, and you nod a thank you to him as you get seated. 

You release a sigh as you continue to take off parts of your armor, relieved by the coolness that washes over your skin after being cooped up for an hour.

“I have something to ask you,” you tell him.

“Whatever you need, Princess.”

He’s still standing, and you sigh. “Sit.” Jaehyun does as he’s told. “I’m sure you noticed me dancing with Prince Yuta last night.”

“I think it’s safe to say everyone noticed,” Jaehyun nods.

“I know what is expected of me as a princess, and I guess I’m wondering what your feelings are on love and marriage?”

Jaehyun looks out at the lake, and he’s quiet for a moment while you assess him. 

“I don’t have the same pressures that you do when it comes to marriage,” Jaehyun admits. “I’m your guard, my only duty- my only commitment, is protecting you, and even though it’s only been two days, I think I can be content with that.”

The Knight of Roses looks so beautiful as he says his piece, and the idea that he’s already committed to you is one that makes your heart race in your chest. He’s so beautiful- and you’ve tried to deny it for too long. You hate being the girl who falls for the same man that everyone else has their eye on, and Jaehyun has no lack of suitors, especially in court. However, you suppose there’s always legitimacy in the looks of a man who has captured the hearts of many.

“Thank you for saying that,” you nod finally. 

“How about you, Princess? If I might ask… what are you thinking about your future?”

“My brother says he won’t pressure me, so for now, I think I’ll just lean on that,” you admit, letting out a sigh. “For now, I want to be free.”

You stand up abruptly, and Jaehyun is quick to his feet as well, looking at you with a question in his eyes.

“Help me take my armour off,” you tell him. “I’m going for a swim.”

“Excuse me, Princess?” Jaehyun freezes, and you can see a hint of pink blossoming on his skin.

“I’m going for a swim,” you repeat. “I want to be one with the water. It’s good for your muscles after training.”

“But- you have nothing to wear-”

“So I’ll wear nothing,” you say simply. “We’re in my brother’s King’s Wood, no one will come here, only royals can, and every royal has been drinking since this morning. We’re alone, and I wish to be free.” 

Jaehyun lets out a breath. “Respectfully, Princess, I don’t think this is a good idea.” Regardless of his words, Jaehyun begins to help you take off your armor.

You’re wearing a white shirt and pants beneath your metal plating, and Jaehyun’s gentle as he helps undress you. When it comes down to the final layers, Jaehyun bows his head and turns around, giving you privacy to get naked on the banks of the lake.

You find it comical how respectful he is, and you kind of love it as you strip completely and step into the water. The summer heat has made the temperature seasonably warm, so it feels lovely on your skin as you wade in.

Once shoulder deep, you begin to swim, and when you turn back to the shore, you find Jaehyun watching you.

He’s standing there, guardian you from afar.

You know there’s no way he would join you, so you don’t bother to ask. Instead, you just enjoy the water, allowing your muscles to relax, your body decompressing. 

Once you’ve had your fill, you begin to swim back to shore- and that’s when you notice motion in the treeline.

Jaehyun is quick to turn around, and you watch as Prince Yuta stalks onto the beach, taking one look at your guard, and then at you in the water. 

“What is this?” Yuta asks loudly.

“The Princess wanted to go for a swim,” Jaehyun responds calmly.

You can see Yuta’s gaze shift to your pile of clothes, and even from a distance, you note the change in his expression.

“And you let her go for a swim?” The Prince from the North growls. 

“I don’t let my Princess do anything, that’s not my job,” Jaehyun retorts.

“Your job is to protect her. Her body, her virtue as a princess- Do you have any idea what future suitors might think if they were to find out about this?!” Yuta is yelling now, and it sets your teeth on edge.

This is one of the first times you’ve seen his brash, hot-headed winter features in a situation outside of a tourney, and you’re beginning to see what your brother has always meant when he said Yuta wouldn’t be good for you.

“If my future suitors are so pigheaded that they judge a swim in the lake in my brother’s King’s Wood, then they aren’t good suitors to begin with,” you yell back. “Maybe I never want to get married! And I won’t marry any man just because he’s royal or it’s expected!”

Yuta stares at you in shock, lips parting then closing again- it’s clear he’s at a loss for words. Finally, with a scoff, he turns and leaves, a flurry of black and silver as he gets back on his horse, disappearing into the trees.

Jaehyun’s shoulders relax when the Prince departs, and he turns to look at you in the water. He doesn’t say anything, but you get the feeling that he’d wished you’d stayed out of the altercation.

“Are you almost done in there, Princess?” he calls.

“Uh huh.”

“I’ll grab a blanket from my horse,” Jaehyun announces, swiftly turning. 

He comes back with the blanket, and you watch Jaehyun close his eyes as he holds it outstretched for you. You wade back to the bank, cognizant of your nakedness as you allow yourself to approach your guard.

You take the blanket from him, wrapping it around your body to dry yourself. 

His eyes are still closed. Jaehyun is so pure- you’re little Knight of Roses. 

“How, may I ask, are you protecting me if you can’t see?” you ask.

“I’m listening to the forest,” Jaehyun responds softly. 

You admire his beautiful face, and you can’t help but lean forward, slowly closing the distance between the two of you, testing his ability to sense things-

Jaehyun takes a step back, brows furrowing. “What are you doing?”

“Just testing you,” you muse, leaning back and taking a breath. “I’ll put my clothes back on now, then you can help me with my armor before we go back.”

You hope Yuta hasn’t made a scene about all of this, but only time will tell. 

Four:

Jaehyun supposes he’s getting used to the sight of you dancing with other princes, and it’s easy for him to ignore the feeling bubbling inside of him, his mind wandering to what had just happened an hour ago at the lake.

“Jaehyun,” Johnny’s voice drags the knight away from his watch. The King makes a motion for Jaehyun to lean closer, so he does. “I heard something happened in the King’s Wood.”

“What did you hear, your highness?” Jaehyun asks.

“The Prince from the North came to talk to me, he gave me a warning about my favorite knight stealing the virtue of my sister.” 

Jaehyun’s skin runs cold. “You Highness- nothing happened, on my life, on my honor- your sister wanted to go for a swim, I kept my eyes shut-”

“I never doubted you,” Johnny interrupts, waving his hand. “Although, I do see the way you two look at each other… I don’t want to force my sister into anything, let alone a loveless marriage.”

Jaehyun considers his King’s words. It almost sounds like Johnny is giving Jaehyun permission to court you. 

“Anyways, I trust you.” Johnny leans back in his chair. “There’s a reason I chose you to be her protector, and what is a husband if not the ultimate protector?” 

Jaehyun wonders if he’s something of a knight in shining armour to you, roses and all.

“I appreciate what you’ve said, your Highness,” Jaehyun nods, and they both shift their gazes back to the dance floor where you’re wrapped up in Prince Doyoung.

It’s clear to Jaehyun that the smile on your face is fake. He’s seen your real smile, when you’re wielding a blade. You haven’t been faking it with Jaehyun, and he hasn’t been faking it with you.

“Jungwoo?” Johnny’s voice disrupts Jaehyun’s thoughts. “If you wouldn’t mind cutting in with my sister, it looks like Lord JYP is about to ask her to dance, and he’s much too old for her. I think she deserves a savior.”

Five:

You focus on your breath, trying to anticipate Jaehyun’s movements. He’s hard to read, even though you’ve done your best to recougnize his tells. The Knight of Roses might put his weight onto his left foot, only to lunge from the right.

He’s very adept at this, and you think you must have gotten better in these past few days at swordsmanship than you have since you picked up a sword.

You’re entirely focused on Jaehyun, so focused, that when he suddenly pauses, you don’t know what’s happening. That’s when you feel a presence behind you, and you swing to find the Fall Prince standing there.

“So this is where you run off to every day,” Doyoung muses, sizing you up. “You’re quite good with a sword, Princess.”

“Thank you,” you nod, a little shocked that he’s praising such a non lady like pass time. 

“Your brother, the King, told me where I might find you,” the Prince explains. “I’ve come with an offer.”

Your heart sinks in your chest, and your gaze shifts to Jaehyun. He’s looking at the ground, doing his best to be respectful of this royal exchange while still manning his post.

“I’ve noticed Prince Yuta’s interest in you,” Doyoung starts, “and I’m civilized enough, even as a man from the Eastern reaches, to know that no summer girl should be thrown to those Northern wolves. A union of the Fall or Spring kingdoms would be better suited for you, and since your brother just married into the Spring’s royal line, I feel as if I might be the next best option for you.”

You swallow thickly. There’s a “No” that bubbles along the back of your tongue, willing to be let out- but despite your distaste for political things, you’ve been trained well enough to know not to be so blunt with the Fall Prince.

“Thank you for your offer,” you say curtly. “I’ll have to consider your proposal. I can’t make any decisions without first discussing them with my King.”

Doyoung nods. “I understand. Thank you for your time, Princess.” He reaches for your hand next, and you allow him to bring your armoured fingers to his lips.

You watch as Doyoung leaves, and once he’s gone, you let out a deep breath.

“Are you alright, Princess?” Jaehyun asks.

“Just flustered,” you admit. “I’m impressed by his confidence to ask for my hand like that. I’ve always liked a man who knows what he wants... I might be a princess who swings her sword and swims naked and free- but I’m still just a girl who wants to be pursued, to be wanted- for more than just a political alliance.”

Six:

It’s been such a short time that Jaehyun’s been guarding you, but already, you’ve opened up to him numerous times. He’s beginning to understand you, and his feelings for you have been growing in a way he could have never imagined.

He can’t get the thought of what you’d said about being courted out of his head.

You want to be pursued, to be wanted- for more than your name, your title, your family- You want something real, and as much as Jaehyun’s never wanted to admit it to himself, he’s wanted the same.

He’s had hundreds of women throw themselves at him at this point- but they always liked him for his exterior, nothing more. 

The two of you are like different sides of the same coin. Wanted, admired- you for your rank, and him for his looks. It’s a difficult way to go through life, to feel like you’re never truly being seen.

But Jaehyun sees you, the real you, the you that you only show in your vulnerable moments. As fearsome as you think you are when you’re wielding your sword, there’s a side of you that is also open to being taught new things, and the ferocity in your approach to protecting yourself is more than admirable to the Knight of Roses.

He’s deep in thought, but his eyes never leave you as you dance around the great hall for the final night of the celebration, an endless line of suitors waiting for a turn at the Summer Princess.

There���s a flash of bronze, and Prince Doyoung catches Jaehyun’s gaze. The regal man from the West is cutting through the crowd, side stepping the line as is his right as a royal. 

There’s no doubt in Jaehyun’s mind as to what Doyoung wants to discuss as he cuts into your dance, and your guard sees the micromovements in your brow, the twitch of your lips as your smile momentarily falters.

Even so, you accept the prince’s offer of a dance, and Jaehyun broods while he watches.

Was it not just yesterday that King John asked Jungwoo to step in between you and a high born for a dance?

Jaehyun’s gaze shifts to the King, and something inside of him snaps. 

It’s the Knight of Roses’ duty to protect you, and maybe he’s let this farce of a party drag out too long. John won’t be mad at him for finally stepping in, of that, Jaehyun is certain as he steps down from his post.

People part to allow the armoured knight to pass, and Jaehyun can hear the blood rushing to his ears as he closes the distance between himself and you.

He stops just a foot short of you and the Prince, both of you looking at him with questioning eyes.

“May I cut in?” Jaehyun asks, and he’s pleased that his voice sounds more confident than he feels.

“I-” Doyoung opens his mouth, but you’re quick to cut him off, “You may.” 

There’s a clear anger in the Fall Prince’s expression as he reluctantly relinquishes you to your guard, and there’s a curious arch of your brow as Jaehyun takes you in his arms.

“What was that about?” you ask, once Doyoung has retreated.

“I thought you looked like you needed to be saved.”

“Is that what you’re doing?” you question with a grin. “Saving me?”

“It’s my duty, Princess.”

You narrow your eyes at him, and then you laugh. “Maybe you’re just jealous. Are you jealous, my good knight?”

Jaehyun tries to act innocent, to pretend the idea is stupid, but his scoff lacks conviction, and it’s clear you both know it.

“There’s something I have to tell you-” Jaehyun starts, but you cut him off in very much the same way you had the Prince just seconds ago. 

“Not here, not now, not with all of these eyes,” you whisper. “I thank you for saving me from this dance, I think the night ends here for me.”

Jaehyun nods, releasing you and stepping back respectfully.

You turn to head back up to your King, and Jaehyun follows three steps back.

“John,” you say, skipping the formalities for your older brother, “I’ve grown tired, and I’d like to go back to my room.”

“As you wish,” Johnny brushes it off, his gaze fixed on the great hall infront of him.

“Please tell Prince Doyoung that I reject his offer of marriage,” you continue, and this draws the attention of the King. “Would you let him know that I’d like to stay in the Summer Kingdom, at least for a little while longer, before I make any big decisions.” 

John looks between you and Jaehyun, who averts his eyes. “If that’s what you want.”

“It is.” You look so determined, so powerful as you stare down at your older brother, and in that moment, Jaehyun is proud of you. He’s proud of how much you’ve grown in the years since he first came to your Summer court- proud of the way you’re obviously following your own heart now that your brother is on the throne and allows it.

However, something tells Jaehyun that even if Johnny wasn’t so supportive of you, you’d still be making waves for yourself.

“I’ll talk with Doyoung,” John says finally. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” You curtsey for your king, and then you’re swiftly leaving the great hall with your knight closely behind you. 

The walk to your quarters feels dualistically long and short at the same time. Jaehyun’s mind is running a thousand miles per minute, and his heart is racing like it only does when he’s fighting.

He stops just outside your room, and you look back at him. “Well? Aren’t you coming inside?”

“I-”

“Come.” You leave no room for argument, and Jaehyun nods before stepping after you, closing the door.

“Well?” you ask, heading to your nightstand to pour yourself a chalice of water. “What did you want to say to me?”

“Hmm?”

“Just now, when you cut into my dance with the Fall Prince, it looked like you had something important to tell me.”

In the heat of the moment, seeing you with Doyoung had spurred something inside of Jaehyun, but now, in the privacy of your quarters, the Knight of Roses feels tongue tied. 

“Princess-” Jaehyun swallows thickly, and you set down your cup to move closer to him.

He can’t meet your gaze, so he looks at the floor, and he watches as you reach out to take his hand.

“Talk to me,” you plead, your voice near a whisper.

Jaehyun looks up at you.

Gods, you’re so beautiful. He likes you in your armour, but the dress you’d chosen for the final evening of your brother’s coronation celebration is truly ethereal, and Jaehyun thinks he may have never seen a prettier sight in all of his life.

Your gaze shifts to his lips, and Jaehyun’s breath catches. 

You move closer- like you had at the lake yesterday-

There’s a knock on your door, and Jaehyun practically jumps out of his armor. He tears his hand away from you, turning toward the intrusion as one of your ladies in waiting steps into the room.

“I’ve come to help the princess remove her gown for bed,” your maid announces.

“Yes, thank you,” you sigh. 

The maid looks to Jaehyun next. “Marcus Lee is also outside, to relieve you of your position for the night, Sir Jeong.” 

“Right.” Jaehyun nods, swallowing the lump in his throat. “Goodnight, Princess, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Goodnight, good knight,” you bow your head.

It almost pains Jaehyun to walk away, but he has to. He steps outside of your bedroom, joining the knight who takes care of your watch while Jaehyun gets his rest.

Mark nods to Jaehyun, and Jaehyun returns the motion, not saying a word as he sets off toward his own room.

The Knight of Roses’ skin is practically buzzing, a fire raging inside of him. He thinks of all the things he’s wanted to say, all the things he’s wanted to do- 

You’d been so close to kissing him, and Jaehyun can feel it. 

When he gets back to his quarters, Jaehyun is quick to tear his armor off, the metal feeling constricting and like a furnace against his heated skin.

He falls into bed with a huff of exasperation, the thought of your lips never leaving his mind. 

Seven:

There had been a huge morning going away party, in which you and Johnny said goodbye to everyone who had come to celebrate his birthday. You’d been doing your duty, and you and Jaehyun have yet to discuss last night. When you’re finally alone and head back to your room, you turn to your Knight of Roses expectantly, waiting for him to break the ice.

“Would you like to train today?” he asks in the doorway to your bedroom. 

“Get in here,” you instruct. “We’re finishing our conversation from last night.”

With a nod, Jaehyun closes your door behind him, standing awkwardly a few meters away from you with his head bowed.

“Well?” you ask expectantly. 

The knight takes a deep breath. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” you urge. “What you’re feeling. Tell me that last night, if we hadn’t been interrupted, you would have kissed me the way I’ve been wanting to kiss you.”

Jaehyun’s eyes meet yours, and you see his expression break a little. “I talked with the King,” he starts, and you let out an exasperated sigh, not knowing what this has to do with anything. “He told me that he doesn’t want to push you into a loveless marriage, and then he noted that we look at each other the same way-”

“How do we look at each other?” you ask, wanting to hear him say it.

You watch him swallow thickly. “We look at each other like we care about each other. I know I care about you, more deeply than I ever thought I would- and in such a short time-”

“It has been a short time that you’ve been my guard,” you agree, “however, you’ve been in court for five years. It’s not like we’re strangers. I feel as if I already know you. I’m comfortable with you, and I’m not comfortable with many people, Jaehyun.”

Your knight nods, staying quiet.

“I care about you,” you confirm. “I care about you too.”

He looks up at you hopefully, and you have the sense that he’s waiting for you to elaborate.

“I’ve had these feelings, these longings-” you try to explain, clutching at your chest, where your heart is beating rapidly at the thought of how this might change your relationship. “But I have worries too.”

“Worries, Princess?” he inquires.

“It’s just… this power imbalance,” you motion between the two of you. “I’m your Princess, and you’re my Knight- I’d hate for you to grow to resent me as my protector if we were to ever take this leap.”

“I could never resent you,” he promises, words softening. “Princess- Never.”

“Never?” you repeat, stepping closer to him.

Jaehyun shakes your head. “I admire you, more than I’ve ever admired anyone. You’re a princess, but you don’t let your title define you. You are so singular- in the best of ways.”

“Keep telling me sweet nothings,” you whisper, reaching out to play with the belt that holds his sword.

“I’ve never met someone like you, man or woman,” Jaehyun tells you, his breath hot on your face as he looks down at you. “You’re so fierce, yet there’s a softness to you too- a softness I don’t think you want to show many people.”

You look up to meet his gaze. “You think so?”

“Yes, Princess.” Jaehyun nods solemnly. “I want you to feel safe enough to show me that soft side. Want for you to feel safe and know that I’ll always protect you, all of you.”

You cup his cheek, and Jaehyun leans into the touch, his eyes closing as he lets out a shaky breath.

“Kiss me,” you tell him.

“You’re a princess,” Jaehyun sighs. “Prince Yuta was right about not tarnishing your virtue-”

“Well, if you ask me to marry you, and I say yes, then my virtue is yours regardless of whether you take it now, or on our wedding night,” you point out.

Jaehyun opens his eyes, and you can see his resolve faltering. You can see him crumbling for you, and it’s a dazzling sight. This strong knight, breaking.

“I don’t have a ring,” he whispers.

“I don’t care about a ring.”

“We’ve not known each other intimately for very long.”

“My mother met my father on their wedding night, for royals, it’s not uncommon to meet your betrothed until you’re at the alter.” 

“Are you sure you want this, Princess?”

“My Knight, my dear, sweet Knight,” you move closer, until your lips are just an inch away from his own, “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life.”

Jaehyun kisses you then, his arms wrapping tightly around you. He’s all hard metal, but his lips are soft. You’re sure he knows that this is your first time kissing a man, and he’s gentle as he wordlessly guides you through it. His tongue strokes your bottom lip and you hesitantly open up for him, allowing him deeper.

You mewl as he lifts you off the ground, carrying you toward your bed.

“You’re sure?” Jaehyun asks again, setting you down.

“Make love to me, Jaehyun, your Princess commands it.”

Jaehyun lets out a laugh, and his smile lights up his entire face. “Should we worry about a maid coming in to check on you?”

“They’ll just assume I’m off in the King’s Wood somewhere,” you tell him, fingers going to the fastenings on his armour. “Once I get this metal off of you, we can close the blinds on my four poster bed, a little more privacy that way.”

“Whatever you say, Princess,” Jaehyun nods, lips attaching to yours again as you work to undress him.

You’re not generally accustomed to undressing yourself, let alone others, and it’s clear that you’re struggling. “Here,” Jaehyun gently takes your hands, placing them by your sides. “Let me do the work.”

You sit down on the bed, watching as he expertly removes his armor. 

Soon he’s just in his under armour white shirt and pants, and you reach out to remove those next-

“Your turn, Princess,” Jaehyun tells you, gently pushing your hands away again.

“My turn?” You cock a brow before rolling onto your stomach. “Hope you're good with laces,” you grin, baring the corsetted back of your gown to him. 

Jaehyun laughs. “I think I’ll manage, Princess.”

“You better.”

Jaehyun’s shaky fingers find the laces, and he undoes the top bow carefully. Then he slowly begins to tug on each section, gently working his way down your back to open you up for him. You can feel his breath on your shoulders, and there’s something so erotic about it. He’s unwrapping you, his perfect little Princess present. 

“You’re sure about this?” Jaehyun asks again, pressing a kiss to the nape of your neck, sending a tingle down your spine.

“Please stop asking me that,” you breathe, practically writhing under his touch.

“Is that a command, Princess?”

“Yes.” 

Jaehyun chuckles, returning to his task as he gets the last of your corset undone. You hold the front of your dress close to your chest as you sit up, facing him. The sleeves are falling off your shoulders, and you look up at the knight, curious to see his expression.

Your guard looks stunned, and then he says, “Wait, I never officially asked you to be my wife.”

“I thought that was a given,” you admit.

Jaehyun gets down onto one knee. “Princess, would you do me the great honour, and make me the happiest man in all four kingdoms-”

“Yes, Jaehyun, yes, I’ll marry you.” You press your lips to his and he kisses you desperately, his hands balling up in the thick fabric of your skirt.

“I want to taste you,” Jaehyun whispers.

“What?”

“I’ll talk you through everything,” The Knight of Roses promises. “You trust me, right?”

“I trust you,” you confirm.

Jaehyun presses one last chaste kiss to your lips before moving down to your throat. You love the feeling of it, and you throw your head back, moaning. You love the way he’s taking his time with you, his mouth descending. He ghosts his attention across your chest, and then, he gets onto his knees on the floor.

You watch him curiously as Jaehyun lifts up your skirt. “Lay back for me, Princess.” 

You do as you’re told, gingerly relaxing back against the bed as Jaehyun pushes your dress even higher to your hips. 

His breath fans across your core, and you wiggle desperately. The Knight of Roses hooks his fingers in your panties, dragging them down your legs.

“If you want me to stop-”

“Just do it Jae,” you whisper. “Do whatever you want.”

He doesn’t say anything else, his lips teasing up your inner thighs.

Your pussy is throbbing like it’s never throbbed before. You’ve touched yourself a handful of times, but nothing has ever felt like this.

“I’m gonna marry you,” Jaehyun tells you, pressing a kiss to your clit that has your toes curling deliciously. “You’re going to be my wife.”

You can only moan as he licks a stripe of your pussy, teasing his tongue around the sensitive bud. Your hands bunch up in the blanket on your bed, and you writhe beneath Jaehyun’s motions, prompting him to press a hand to your hips to keep you pinned.

He licks at you for a while, working you up, before his lips suction around your clit again, applying more pressure and stimulus than before.

“Oh my Gods-” you groan. 

Jaehyun returns your sound with one of his own, and the vibrations make you dizzy.

You can feel something building in the pit of your stomach- you’re not sure what it is, exactly, only that it feels amazing. 

Your moans are getting pitchier, and Jaehyun sucks harder on your clit-

That’s when the tension in your tummy snaps, and all of the sudden, summer waves are washing over you. It’s a pleasure unlike any you’ve felt- and it takes your breath away as you gasp and moan in the sanctity of your bedroom.

You quite literally see stars, your eyes clenched shut as Jaehyun continues his motions, keeping you on that pleasure cloud until you can’t take it anymore.

“Jae-” you whimper, pushing at his head.

He’s quick to draw back, and you open your eyes to see him looking up at you, licking his lips. “Was that good, Princess?”

“That was amazing,” you tell him.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he warns, rubbing his fingers through your wet pussy lips. “I’m going to stretch you out now.”

You can only whimper at his words.

“Relax for me, Princess, I’ve got you.” 

You lean back against the bed again, trying to breathe deeply as he begins to push his pointer finger into your wet hole. The feeling is foreign, but not unpleasant. In fact, as he begins to thrust his digit, it begins to feel heavenly. 

Gods, your inner walls have never been stroked like this- 

“You’re so wet, Princess,” Jaehyun muses. “Are you ready for another finger?”

“Yes,” you moan, eager to please him.

Jaehyun’s mouth returns to your clit, and he gently pushes a second finger into you. You groan at the feeling, your walls stretching to accommodate him.

“So tight for me,” Jaehyun tells you. “So perfect.”

You mewl, hips pushing toward his hand as he begins to curl his fingers inside of you. 

He works you open, and you can feel yourself relaxing more and more by the second. His mouth finds your clit again, and that sensation in your tummy returns.

You close your eyes, enjoying everything Jaehyun is giving you. 

“I think you’re going to cum again,” Jaehyun says, lips ghosting past your clit. “You going to cum for me, Princess?”

“Mmmm, yes, Jae,” you whimper, ready to agree to anything he asks of you.

His mouth suctions around your sensitive bud, and he sucks lewdly, triggering the release that’s becoming all to familiar.

You squeal with delight, reaching down to tangle your fingers in his soft hair as your high overtakes you again. Your pussy is throbbing desperately, body alive with a sensitivity you’ve never felt.

This is what heaven must feel like, you decide, as you writhe beneath the Knight of Roses, reveling in the way he’s taking care of you. You’ve always wanted someone to love you for more than your royal status, but this feeling of being worshiped is something you could get used to. 

When the sensation is over, Jaehyun pulls away again, and you take a shuddery breath. 

“I’m going to take your dress off now, Princess,” Jaehyun tells you, and you feel like a loved up, limp doll as he undresses you slowly, pressing soft kisses all along your body.

You’re fully naked for him, and you don’t feel an ounce of shame. 

Jaehyun’s eyes betray his feelings, and you can tell he’s as hopelessly in love with you as you are with him. There’s a connection here, one neither of you had admitted, but now that you have-

This is your person, and he’s going to be your person, forever. 

Your Knight of Roses begins to undress, and you can’t help the greedy way in which your eyes devour each piece of newly exposed flesh. 

He’s so perfect- his abs especially- or wait, no, just, everything. 

You feel shy for the first time when you take a peek at his cock, your skin heating with embarrassment. 

“It’s okay,” Jaehyun assures you. “I’ll go slow with you, Princess, I promise.”

“Come here,” you prompt him, crawling up to your pillows so you can be in the centre of your large four poster bed.

You watch Jaehyun draw the blinds, allowing you some inkling of privacy before he returns between your thighs.

He’s already rock hard, and you can’t help but reach out and touch him, stroking him gently while Jaehyun releases a groan of pleasure. 

The Knight of Roses leans over you, pressing his elbows into the bed while his lips meet yours.

You let go of his cock in favour of tangling your fingers into his hair, deepening the kiss.

His length teases your pussy, bumping by your clit as he begins to slowly rock his hips. 

“Are you-”

“Yes, I’m sure,” you groan. “Jaehyun-”

“As you wish, Princess,” he tells you, kissing you again before grabbing the base of his cock, lining it up with your pussy.

He teases the tip inside of you, and you groan at the stretch. Jaehyun pauses, allowing you to get used to his size a little before pushing more inside your aching core.

He’s very gentle, his mouth hot on your throat, a welcome distraction as he opens you up for himself the way no man ever has before.

Finally, he’s fully sheathed inside of you, and he releases a groan. “You’re squeezing me so tight, Princess-”

“Sorry-”

“No, it’s a good thing,” he assures you. “Feels good.”

“Good,” you grin, drawing his lips to your own.

You kiss him fiercely, getting lost in the feeling as he begins to move, slowly rocking in and out of your core.

The sensation of his cock along your inner walls turns pleasurable quickly, and soon you’re moaning against his lips. 

Jaehyun’s hand finds yours, and he links your fingers as he makes love to you. 

That tension is building in the pit of your stomach again, and you whimper. “I think- I think I’m close again,” you warn him.

“Want you to cum for me, then I can cum too,” he tells you, releasing your hand so he can bring his thumb to your clit.

You’re so sensitive from two orgasms that the brush of his digit across your bud has you mewling, grabbing at the sheets desperately. “Jaehyun-”

“I know, I’m here, I’ve got you,” he promises. 

You open your eyes, gazing up at your new lover, your protector, your future husband.

You’re overwhelmed by a feeling of complete joy, and it fills your entire being as he works you closer and closer to the edge, fucking you harder-

“Jae, I’m gonna-”

“Let go for me,” he whispers, nuzzling into your neck. “Let go for me, Princess, I’ll take care of you.”

With a whine, you release the tension in your abdomen, and for the third time tonight, your high washes over you.

You gasp, back arching, pressing your breasts up toward his chest.

Jaehyun groans deeply, hips unrelenting, fucking you through the feeling.

As your orgasm subsides, Jaehyun pulls out of you, pumping his cock as he coats your abdomen in his own release.

He lets out curse words under his breath, head bowed, eyes focused on the mess he’s making. You lay there, keeping still and watching in awe at the beautiful man in front of you.

Finally, Jaehyun lets out a grunt, his motion stopping. 

He’s breathing heavily, you both are. Then, Jaehyun runs a hand through his hair. “Let me find something to clean you up with.”

He stumbles out of the bed, and it’s the first time you’ve seen him not fully composed. You love the effect you have on him, and you lay there, in a state of complete bliss.

Jaehyun returns with a wash cloth, and he cleans the cum off your skin.

“I’ll get dressed, and when I leave, I’ll find your maid. I’ll let her know you want a bath,” Jaehyun explains.

“A bath sounds really nice,” you admit, feeling sleepy.

“I know, Princess.” Jaehyun kisses you one last time, and you lazily watch him put his clothes and armor back on.

Part of you hates to see him go, but you’re exhausted, and after your maids come in to help you with a bath, you fall into a deep, love filled slumber. 

Eight:

Jaehyun knows he’s doing the right thing as he approaches the King’s quarters. 

Jungwoo and Haechan are outside, standing guard, and they nod to their fellow knight as he passes through, knocking on the door.

The King’s authoritative voice calls a, “Come in!” and with a deep breath, Jaehyun enters.

“Didn’t expect to see you tonight,” Johnny admits, looking up from his book at the Knight of Roses.

“I have news,” Jaehyun says, his throat dry already.

“Let’s hear it.” Johnny leans back in his chair, eyeing Jaehyun suspiciously.

“Well.” The Knight lets out a deep breath. “The Princess and I-” His voice cracks, and it makes Jaehyun look at the floor. 

“Are you two engaged now, or what?”

Johnny’s question makes Jaehyun’s eyes rise again. 

“It’s about time,” Johnny continues. “You know, our family has always loved you. Even before you were officially my sister’s guard, there was something there. My mother could see it. She left her engagement ring before she went away with my father, I guess she always figured that one day, you could give it to her daughter.”

The King stands, going to his bedside table, where he pulls out a tiny box. 

“Here,” Johnny says, holding it out to Jaehyun. “Give this to her.”

“I-” Jaehyun doesn’t even know what to say. “I couldn’t possibly accept this-”

“You can, and you will, your King demands it,” Johnny teases. “You know, the whole ‘sending Doyoung to ask my sister to marry him’ thing was just a ploy to get you to act on your feelings, but I never imagined it would happen this fast.”

“You orchestrated this?” Jaehyun asks in shock.

“Of course. My sister always had this weird thing about ending up in a wild Kingdom, the North, or the West- I wanted to show her that she’d do better with someone from our own kind of land, someone more peaceful, less headstrong, that sort of thing.” Johnny sighs, forcing the small engagement ring box into Jaehyun’s hands. “She’s a summer girl, and everyone knows Summer works best with one of their own, or someone from the Spring Kingdom. All I’ve ever wanted for her was happiness, and I think she can attain that with you. You have my blessing, Jaehyun, don’t mess this up.”

Jaehyun nods. 

He won’t mess this up. There’s no way he would ever intentionally hurt you. The Knight of Roses will guard you with his life, as your husband, and your ultimate protector.

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looks of a princess ~ eleventh doctor;doctor who

word count: 3736

request?: no

description: after travelling to medieval times, a flirtatious king takes interest in the doctor’s companion, and the doctor is a little jealous

pairing: eleventh doctor x female!reader

warnings: swearing, jealousy, use of y/n

masterlist (one, two, three)

“I hate when you don’t tell me where we’re going,” (Y/N) muttered as the TARDIS lurched again. “I always feel like I need to prepare for whatever is going to happen.”

“You don’t need to prepare for anything this time,” the Doctor insisted. “Just let me surprise you, we’ll have fun!”

“Remember last time you said you would surprise me with fun? We ended up surrounded by Daleks and narrowly escaping their attacks.”

The Doctor moved away from the controls and cupped (Y/N)’s face. “This one will be a fun surprise. I promise.”

He kissed the top of her head, then went back to the controls. (Y/N) wanted to argue further, but she knew there was no use. The Doctor had a very different definition of “fun” than most, and it was nearly impossible to convince him when he was wrong. And she had to admit, the Doctor never went looking for trouble. Trouble just found him. Besides all that, it was also just impossible to argue with the Doctor when he was showing her affection, which they were both well aware of.

She braced as the TARDIS began making a noise that indicated they would be landing soon. As usual, the TARDIS landed with a rough thud and would’ve thrown the two of them to the ground if they hadn’t been prepared. The Doctor was smiling his big, goofy smile as he rushed to the door and threw it open with a flourish. (Y/N) looked around him at where they were supposed to be. “A forest?”

The Doctor stepped out of the TARDIS and looked around. “I could’ve swore I had our coordinates to land at the castle.”

(Y/N) stopped in her tracks and looked at him. “Castle?! You were planning to crash land in front of a castle?!”

“Well, I wasn’t planning to crash land. But, the surprise is ruined now, so yes. I brought up back to medieval times so you could see a real castle, and real knights. Maybe even a king or a queen.”

She walked over and wrapped her arms around his neck. “That’s so sweet, if not a little scary because I’m sure we would’ve been thrown into a dungeon if we crashed that close to the castle.”

The Doctor chuckled and put his arms around her waist. he was pulling her in for a kiss when they both heard something. They paused to listen. It sounded like heavy thumping against the ground, slowly getting louder and closer. They were pulling away from each other just as a group of men in metal suits of amour, some riding horses, broke through the trees and into the clearing where (Y/N) and the Doctor landed.

Knights.

Knights with pointy weapons aimed at them.

The Doctor pulled (Y/N) close to him, protectively. “Gentlemen, we mean no harm.”

“Who are you?” the lead knight demanded.

“I am the Doctor. This is my...associate, (Y/N).”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes. Years of dating (exactly how many years was still a bit wonky because of timey wimey stuff), and the Doctor was still weird about calling her his girlfriend.

“We’ve come to visit your beautiful land,” the Doctor explained.

“We heard sounds like an explosion,” the knight said, eying the two of them suspiciously.

“That was just...our...carriage?”

The knights shared a look before the lead said, “You’re coming with us to the king.”

Two knights tried to approach to take them, but they assured the knights they’d come willingly. (Y/N) bit her tongue to keep in an “I told you so”. She knew this wasn’t what the Doctor had planned, but it really did just prove her point that there was never an uneventful tried with him.

The two of them were marched to a castle that wasn’t too far from where they had landed. (Y/N) marveled at it as they got closer. It looked exactly like the castles from fairy tales and medieval shows and movies. It was huge with a moat around it. The drawbridge lowered as they got closer, someone obviously watching for their arrival. The group led the two inside, but only three knights ended up bringing them to the king.

He was a younger looking man, surprisingly. (Y/N) was assuming he was going to be an old man, but he was close to her age, and quite handsome. He looked down at them as they approached. When they stopped, he was still watching them, expectantly. It took the Doctor a moment to realize what he was waiting for. “Oh! Bow!”

They moved simultaneously to bow.

“Who are you?” asked the king.

“I am the Doctor, this is (Y/N).”

He raised an eyebrow. “You are a doctor?”

“Well, no. It’s like a...um...a stage name!” The king still looked suspicious. The Doctor turned to (Y/N) as if looking for backup, but she looked just as confused. “We are traveling...magicians. That’s why we have such funny looking clothes, and the loud noise you heard before. We were, um, practicing a trick! Went a bit wrong. We sincerely apologize.”

The king’s gaze turned to (Y/N). His expression seemed to soften greatly when he did, which definitely did not go unnoticed by the Doctor.

“Is this true, my lady?” he asked. “Are you two magicians?”

She nodded quickly.

“We were traveling to see your lovely castle,” the Doctor explained.

The flattery seemed to work, on top of the presence of a beautiful lady, the Doctor was sure.

The king stood from his throne. “It seems there has been a misunderstanding, then. I would like to apologize and offer you both lodgings in the castle for the night.”

The Doctor looked over at (Y/N). Her eyes were shining with excitement at the offer. As much as he wanted to say no and leave, he couldn’t when she looked like that. He plastered on a smile and agreed. The answer delighted the king, who stepped down from his throne to shake their hands. He grasped (Y/N)’s hand very warmly. Even she seemed startled by the gesture.

“My name is King Harold Evergreen,” he said, to both of them but definitely mainly to (Y/N). “I am honored to have you both here.”

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(Y/N) was still marveling at everything hours later. They were shown to the room they would be staying in, which was huge as well. She only got glimpses of the halls and other rooms as they were guided to their room, but King Harold promised an actual tour later on. (Y/N) felt like she was living in a fairytale.

The Doctor, however, was not taken with everything. He had been at first, until they had met the king, and until the king started to show clear interest in (Y/N).

There hadn’t been many times when the Doctor felt such strong feelings of jealousy. Mainly because he never expected for any of his companions to be around for long. Something always happened that made him lose his companions eventually. He always told himself not to get too close or else he’d end up hurt again, and every time he was right. But (Y/N) had stuck around. He let himself get close; he let himself fall in love. And she was still here with him years later.

So, yeah, he didn’t love that a king was taking interest in the woman he loved.

(Y/N) looked over at him. While she was taking it all in, he was sat on the bed with an expression that could only be classified as a pout. She giggled and moved towards the bed. She climbed onto it - literally since the bed was so high up.

“Geez, you could fit, like, ten people in this,” she said. When the Doctor didn’t so much as crack a smile, she poked his side. “Awe, what’s wrong? I thought you wanted to see the castle.”

“I did,” he said. “But now we’ve seen it, and I think we should leave.”

“We can leave in the morning. When will we get the chance to stay in a castle again?”

“We could try again in a few years, when King Harold already has a wife.”

He muttered it, but (Y/N) heard it. An amused smile crossed on her face as she moved closer to him.

“Is someone jealous?” she asked.

The Doctor scoffed. “No, of course not.”

“No, totally. You’re just here literally pouting and being broody because that’s what you do. Of course.” She sat next to him and leaned in so her shoulder was touching his shoulder. “You don’t need to be jealous, you know. We won’t be here for long anyways, and I’m sure his interest in me is just because I am a woman he hasn’t met yet. I’m sure he’s already betrothed to marry someone.”

“Not all kingdoms did betrothals. There were plenty of instances in history where the king was allowed to court whatever woman he wanted and propose to her.”

“Then I’m sure that’s what he’s already done. From what little I know of history, kings his age are supposed to be popping out heirs by now. He probably has a fiancée, and the second we leave he’ll have forgotten about me completely.”

A knock came at the door. (Y/N) got up from the bed and went to open it. Stood there was one of the castle’s maidens with something large in her hands. She curtsied to them both, which caused them to share a look that was a mixture of confusion and amusement.

“Hello, lady (Y/N),” the young woman said. “King Harold has requested I bring this to you. He says he would like for you to wear it when you join him for dinner tonight.”

She passed the object she was holding to (Y/N). As (Y/N) took it, she realized it was a dress. A big, poofy, princess looking dress. If the fabric had been blue or yellow, it would have looked exactly like Cinderella or Belle’s dress. Before (Y/N) could ask anything, the maiden had left. (Y/N) nudged the door closed with her foot and turned back to the Doctor, who looked positively fuming.

“He’ll forget about you completely, hm?” he said.

There was no arguing this time. He had sent her a beautiful gown, and made sure she knew he expected to see her at dinner, but there was no mention of the Doctor joining them. Of course, he was going to anyways, but it was hard to ignore the fact that King Harold was making it very clear that while the Doctor was a guest of the castle, (Y/N) was his guest.

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(Y/N) almost refused to wear the dress, but the Doctor convinced her it would be best to put it on.

“You don’t want to offend him in his own castle,” he reminded her.

Upon seeing her in the dress, the Doctor was able to set aside his jealousy for a moment. She looked absolutely beautiful in it; like a princess. Even though she was trying to hide her delight for the sake of the Doctor’s feelings, he could see that she was ecstatic to be wearing something so beautiful.

He took her hands in his and pulled her close to him. “You look wonderful, my love.”

She beamed at him. “Thank you. Do you think we’d be able to sneak this out tomorrow morning?”

The Doctor chuckled and leaned down to kiss her. While he would rather not carry around the reminder of another man trying to woo her, if (Y/N) wanted to keep the dress, he would make sure they kept it.

Another knock came at the door. (Y/N) moved to answer it again, expecting it to be another maiden. She was surprised to see King Harold stood there instead.

“Your highness,” she said, quickly bowing before she could forget herself.

“No need for that,” King Harold told her. “You are here as my guest. No more need for formalities. I just came to see if you got the present I sent for you.” His eyes wandered over her in a way that made the Doctor’s hands curl into fists. “I see I have gotten my answer.”

“Yes, it’s very lovely. Thank you so much.”

“I’m glad it fit. We have so much clothes laying around the castle from former kings and queens, I was sure there would be something to fit you.”

(Y/N)’s eyes went wide. “This...this belonged to...to a queen?”

“My great grandmother, in fact. The first woman to rule the kingdom on her own. She was near the end of her reign before she met my grandfather, a widower with four children. She married him and took in my grandfather and his siblings.”

It was a lot to process. She was wearing the gown of a former queen. A queen who ruled the country on her own, at a time where that was likely unheard of. She knew the dress had to belong to someone in the castle, but she never even entertained the idea that it belonged to one of King Harold’s ancestors.

She wanted to turn and face the Doctor to share her disbelief with him, but King Harold offered her an arm before she could. “Shall I give you that tour I promised? Dinner will be ready soon, but there is plenty to see between here and the dining hall.”

(Y/N) wasn’t thinking when she accepted the king’s arm. But the Doctor certainly was. He glared at their connected arms as King Harold led (Y/N) from the room. Neither of them had invited the Doctor to come along, but he did anyways. He wasn’t about to leave the two of them alone when it was very clear that King Harold had intentions to make (Y/N) stay in the castle forever.

The king was right in saying there was plenty to see between their room and the dining hall alone. Every hallways was lined with portraits of King Harold’s ancestors. There were official portraits of the rulers themselves, then family portraits of them with their spouses and children. There were many of just the children as well, some looking very professional and some that were obviously painted while the children were at play. King Harold made sure to stop at the pictures of him with his parents.

“I am an only child,” he told (Y/N). “It was very rare. My father had seven siblings himself. And it did not happen due to a lack of trying. Many say that my parents were just not lucky enough to be blessed with a big family.”

There were a number of more health related explanations on the tip of (Y/N)’s tongue, but she knew that was all modern stuff that the king would never understand now.

They finally made it to the dining hall. Just like everything else in the castle, it was a giant room. Probably just as big as the throne room they had been brought into when they first arrived. The table was big enough to seat at least a dozen people, and there was a large stone fireplace set up behind one of the heads of the table - King Harold’s seat, if (Y/N) had to guess. The table was set just for the three of them, with (Y/N) and the Doctor seated across from each other, King Harold in the middle at the head.

I suppose that’s better than being seated on the other end, the Doctor thought to himself.

They took their seats as food was brought into the room. (Y/N) had some struggles to sit, but finally figured out how to arrange the poof of her dress so she could sit comfortably without it being up in her face.

“Are we the only ones dining?” she asked.

“We are the only ones here, besides my staff,” the king responded.

“Your parents aren’t here? Or...or a wife?”

King Harold let out a booming laugh. “No, my parents no longer live here since my father stepped down from being king. That is another rarity, but I would much prefer them to step back and enjoy their older years as opposed to running themselves to death like other rulers usually do. And there is no queen currently. I had yet to pick someone to be my betrothed.”

(Y/N) glanced up at the Doctor. They both noticed King Harold’s choice of word: had.

The meal went on in silence. Or rather, in silence from (Y/N) and the Doctor. King Harold spoke plenty about himself and the history of the land. (Y/N) listened politely, while the Doctor continued to stab at his food.

“Tell me, how does one get into the business of magic?” Harold asked after a while. “It cannot be a profitable line of work for the two of you.”

“Oh...um...” (Y/N) started, trying to come up with a convincible story. “I believe it was the Doctor first who found out he was able to do small tricks. He...well, he met me and I was intrigued enough to follow him in his...journeys.”

The Doctor looked up at (Y/N) and they shared a small smile.

“Yes, but is it truly a fulfilling life?” King Harold asked again.

“I believe so. I have traveled to so many wonderful places that I never would’ve gotten to experience had I not met the Doctor,” (Y/N) said. Quickly she added, “And doing magic, of course. That’s...that’s always...fulfilling.”

“But do you believe you could be happy doing something else? Something more than being the assistant to a traveling magician?”

(Y/N) didn’t like where this was going.

When she didn’t speak, King Harold continued. “See, I have been looking for many years for someone to rule this kingdom by my side. I have met countless princesses and duchesses from other kingdoms, I have met common women from the town, but no one has caught my eye just yet. I am getting to an age where my time to find a wife and to have children of my own is starting to run short, but I am not one to marry just because it is expected of me. I want to marry for love, the way my great grandmother did.”

When King Harold reached for her hand, (Y/N) was too stunned to stop him.

“I believe you would make a perfect queen for this land, my lady,” he said. He started to raise (Y/N)’s hand to his lips when the Doctor suddenly stood, knocking his chair over and the crash putting an end to the moment.

“We’re leaving,” the Doctor said to (Y/N).

“I beg your pardon?” King Harold said.

“I will not stay in this castle for another second and watch you try to proposition my girlfriend.”

“Your what?”

“My love! She is my princess, or queen, or whatever you want to call her.” The Doctor moved around the table to take (Y/N)’s hand and pull her from her seat. “We’re going.”

(Y/N) was nervous that the king would send his guards after them, or at least he would send them after the Doctor and take him away so that King Harold could make her his queen without distraction. To her surprise, he called for someone to show them out. When she looked back at him as they rushed out the door, he seemed genuinely upset for them to go.

The Doctor led (Y/N) through the woods, which had gotten much darker during their time in the castle, and found the TARDIS with ease. He rushed both of them into it and slammed the door behind him. He was muttering to himself, cursing the king and calling him all sorts of names that would’ve gotten his head chopped off if he had said it while they were still in the castle.

After the shock had finally wore off, (Y/N) found control of her body again. She approached the Doctor and put a hand on his shoulder. He instantly fell silent and looked at her.

“I would never say yes,” she said.

“What?”

“To his proposition. I hope you know I would never have said yes to him.”

The Doctor was silent. He looked away from her to face the controls. She realized then that it wasn’t just jealousy that he was feeling.

“Were you worried I would’ve said yes and married him?” she asked.

He didn’t speak at first, but finally he said, “He gave you beautiful clothing, he gave you his undying attention, and he would’ve given you a title that anyone could ever dream of. He could’ve made you a fairytale princess.”

“But he is not you,” (Y/N) said. “Why would I want to spend my life with a man I only just met just because of what physical things he could give me? That is not love. Love is following a man in a bowtie into a police box and letting him take you anywhere in time and space for many years. Love is the willingness to do that again and again and again, because you can’t imagine a life without him anymore.”

There were tears welling up in the Doctor’s eyes. He quickly pulled (Y/N) into an embrace, causing her to laugh as she rested against him.

“I love you,” she said, her voice partially muffled by his tweed jacket.

“I love you, too,” he said.

“And, for the record, maybe you should start calling me your girlfriend when we meet new people. That way they won’t get the wrong idea going forward.”

The Doctor chuckled and pulled away to nod. “Yes, I suppose you’re right.”

She pulled him in for a kiss.

As they were finally coming down from the high that the trip had brought them, she realized that she was still wearing the dress from King Harold.

“I told you I would figure out a way for you to keep it,” the Doctor said, with a cheeky grin on his face.

“Yeah, all it took was you risking life in a medieval prison,” she teased.

“The things we do for love.”

[sorchathered]

As you wish

Summary- Bob, Mickey and their girlfriends go on an adventure to the local renaissance faire, but how can Bob be expected to keep his hands or thoughts to himself when you look like the fairy princess of his wildest dreams?

Pairing- Robert “Bob” Floyd x reader

Warnings- language, drinking, smut, knife play if you squint.

It was probably the hottest day of the summer, but that hadn’t deterred any of you from gearing up in your painstakingly hand crafted costumes and caravanning down the highway to Escondido for the Renaissance festival. Fanboy and his girlfriend and you and your newly minted fiancée Robert Floyd had been playing dnd with a group in Coronado for about 2 years now, that’s how all of you had met. You were putting signs up for the new campaign at the library, and Bob happened upon the prettiest girl he’d ever seen, feet carrying him to the bulletin board before his brain caught up with what he was doing. He’d been shy but charming, and you had enthusiastically convinced him to join your group later in the week to try it out. He’d never played before but he new for sure that Mickey had, so with a little (a lot) of begging and promises to buy his beers at the Hard Deck that weekend, the both of them turned up at the community center in Coronado to join the band of misfits they would soon call a second family.

It had turned out to be the best decision he’d ever made if he was honest, the two of you had gone out for coffee after the first meeting and had been inseparable ever since. Two years later and he would follow you anywhere, you were quite literally like a fairy, full of bright energy, quick witted and downright ethereal with your wide shining eyes and angelic features, he truly didn’t know how he had gotten so lucky. You’d kept your costume a secret all month, carefully curating little bits and pieces and as you crossed the threshold into your bedroom he had the thought to just stay home and ravish you all day. A beautiful green peasant dress was split at the hip, the skirt frilly and flowing down past your knees, with a beautiful laced up corset starting at your waist and pushing your cleavage impossibly high on your chest, he was definitely salivating and couldn’t seem to snap out of his trance until you skipped over and tapped his nose. “Hmm? What? I’m sorry baby, what did you say?” He wasn’t subtle at all and you giggled as you leaned into him to pepper kisses along his cheeks and slotting yourself between his thighs. “I take it you like what you see my strong, powerful warlock…buuuut I don’t think we have time for what you have in mind so get dressed handsome it’s time to go!” You say with a laugh as you step out of his arms and skitter down the hall with a cackle. Good Lord, he was going to lose his mind watching you all day, as he heaved himself off the bed he heard you holler down the hallway, “oh and baby just wait until you see my wings!” He groaned again at the thought and trudged to the bathroom to take an ice cold shower, grumbling about his temptress fairy princess and how he’d rather stay home.

You couldn’t have had a better time if you tried, somehow you and Mickey’s girlfriend Lana had convinced the boys to dress up as well, and you both had to admit there was something to be said about watching them walk around in billowy shirts looking like they’d just stepped out of a Tolkien novel. The boys were having the time of their lives, drinking ale from giant wooden tankards and consuming their weight in turkey legs, while the two of you girls bought glittery potion bottles and crystal necklaces from the local vendors. Finally heading home as the sun went down you peeked through the rear view at the drunken rogue and warlock passed out in your backseat and giggled, you just hoped Bob would be alert enough for what you had planned for the evening when you got home.

After safely depositing Lana and Mickey at home, your knight in shining armor clambered into the front seat, bright eyes full of mirth as he looked you over, his fingers had been itching to loosen your corset strings all day and if he was honest he was a little hard at the thought of letting you ride him with nothing but your fairy wings on. You fortunately were on the same page, impatiently ushering him through the doorway and down the hall as you groped at him and sucked on his tongue, you’d always wanted to role play as your characters but had been too scared to ask, but now looking at Bob’s flushed cheeks as he toyed with the laces of your corset you knew he was absolutely into this.

“Can I help you handsome? See something you like?” You said as you turned in his arms, looking up at him through your lashes and rubbing your body all over his. “Fu- I- I see a lot of things that I like my lady, think you should show me what’s hiding under this gown, can’t be too careful can I? Fairies are known for their trickery.” He says as he leans in to suck a mark behind your ear and begins unlacing your corset, tantalizingly slow as he continues to nibble at your neck and collarbone, nimble fingers untangling the laces and smoothing over exposed skin as your dress begins to loosen and slip from your frame. “I don’t know what you mean sir, we fairies are a peaceful lot, I would be a fool to try and get the upper hand on such a strong, powerful warlock such as you” you say with a cheeky grin, sliding the dagger you’d bought today from your thigh holster and pressing it into his side. “Hmmf, exactly like I said, tricky business dealing with fairies” he huffed out a laugh and raised his hands, letting you lower him to his knees in front of you. You switched to your normal voice as you lifted his chin, stroking the stubble that you always loved him to have on the weekends. “What’s your color baby?” “Green, so so fucking green, You’re a dream come true you know that?” He said as he smoothed calloused palms across the back of your thighs, taking your thumb into his mouth and sucking it, drawing a whimper from you as you nodded furiously at him.

“If you wanted to check me for weapons all you needed to do was ask, but since I have you on your knees, why don’t you put that smart mouth to task on something useful” you said you hooked your leg over his shoulder and pulled him close to your core, as fun as the banter had been you were wound up and needed him to touch you. He ran his nose along your underwear, teasing you with little nips to the side of your thighs and pulled back to look at you again, disappointment crossed your features and he chuckled and pinched your ass from under your skirt. “I think you might want to roll for persuasion sweetheart, I could draw this out a little longer if I’m honest, but I wouldn’t be opposed to you begging for it.” You blinked down at him a little stunned, that cocky son of a bitch, he knew exactly how to play you. “Oh- oh that’s mean. Fine. Give me your dice then, I know you bought new ones today.” He definitely did buy a new set today, and he would be lying if this wasn’t absolutely hilarious to him so he pulled them from his pocket and placed them in your hand, throwing his head back and laughing at the irritated look on your face as you shook the dice and tossed them at his feet. “Ha! D20! You heard me Warlock, put that silver tongue of yours to good use or I’ll cut your throat where you stand.”

You feigned irritation but you’d get what you wanted, you both knew he’d never tell you no anyways, he ran his hands over your thighs again and began to slide your underwear down your legs, letting it dangle off the leg hanging from his shoulder and set to work, licking a stripe through your folds as he looked at you with his piercing blue eyes. Fuck he was always so good at this, eating at you in earnest as you ground against his face and tugged his hair, making out with your cunt and moaning into you like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted. “Oh, oh fuck I’m there just like that” you breathed out and came hard on his tongue, he didn’t stop until you were overstimulated and pushing at him to stop, wiping his mouth on his sleeve and pulling himself up to grope your chest and kiss you. “What do you want my sweet fairy princess? I’m at your service my love.” “Want you to fuck me, need you inside me, claim me.” He was pretty sure you were trying to kill him, it wasn’t even his birthday and you were giving him his wildest dreams, he pulled the rest of your dress and corset off as you clawed at his shirt and pants trying to strip him down to nothing. Finally free of clothes his eyes roamed over you, you were perfect in every way but he still couldn’t get that one thought out of his head so he stepped around you to grab the wings you’d dropped and held them in front of you. “Can’t get it out of my head, what do you think baby? Ride me with the wings on?” He had the gall to look a little sheepish as his cheeks heated up, you’d never get over just how damn cute he was, he could be downright filthy but this is somehow what caused him to get shy on you. You slipped your arms through the holes and shoved him backwards into the bed climbing onto him and sliding his hard cock into you, rocking slowly with him as he sucked on your chest, pulling a nipple into his mouth as you cried out, oh God were you close again already? Shit maybe you two needed to start doing this more often, you felt like you were buzzing with electricity with every thrust, the small thatch of hairs at the base of him grazing your clit deliciously as you came hard for the second time, sending him tumbling over the edge with you as his teeth sank down into the juncture of your neck, painting your walls with his spend.

He made to roll you onto your back but you made him wait, your wings were expensive and you didn’t want him to crush them, so you slid them off and let them hit the floor, rolling him on top of you as you continued to kiss lazily. “Damn this could be a problem” he said with a grin and you looked up at him puzzled, “how am I ever supposed to go to dnd on Fridays with you when all I can think about is you rolling a d20 so I’d eat you out.” You both couldn’t stop your giggles, and when Friday rolled around and your DM suggested Bob roll for persuasion, you couldn’t help but giggle and wink at him, thinking about taking him home and donning your pretty wings for him again and how it should definitely become a regular event.

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[anderii]

🎃 Halloween princess 🎃

Will you stop going through my wardrobe? It's the 3rd time recently. I have found my outfits in a jumble , just leave my clothes alone, ok? Lisa was really cross with her sister Tasha.

It's not me. Why would I want to touch your stuff it's so boring, and while we're on the topic of other people's things, have you been using my makeup?

Dave listened and laughed to himself, his sisters would never expect it was him who was trying on their clothes and makeup it had started off innocently enough. They had teased him about his effeminate size and look, not in a bad way but enough to hurt, so he was going to muck up their things so as to get back at them but when he was in Lisa's bedroom he took out some of her clothes to damage, he found himself wanting to try them on instead.

After that first time, he took every chance he could, even grew his hair out and started using some of Tashas makeup. He was getting good, but they were getting suspicious, and he would have to be more careful.

Lisa couldn't believe it. She had set up her laptop to record Tasha touching her belongings, but this was not what she expected to record. She grabbed Tasha, and together, they watched Dave put on Lisa's old prom dress and then disappear and return with makeup on.

He literally stood in front of the laptop as he looked at himself in the mirror. Both girls were shocked. What were they to do? They had teased their brother a bit but never suspected this.

The girls thought long and hard, they could confront him, but they teased him first, so was this their own fault? They could tell their parents, but again, it could come back to bite them too. A decision was made, and Halloween was just around the corner. They had a plan.

The dress was just an explosion of pink and frills, Lisa left it on her bed, she and Tasha announced they were going out till later. Their parents were out visiting relatives for the weekend. Dave would almost certainly fall for the trap and would be all theirs.

It only took minutes for Dave to take the bate. Walking into Lisa's room, he saw her supposed Halloween princess dress and just had to try it. Everything was out ready, bra panties stockings, shoes, even a tiara it took about 30 minutes to dress and put on some makeup but when he looked in the mirror he felt so happy with the result and figured he had about an hour to enjoy it before he had to take it off, he figured wrong.

Lisa and Tasha had watched and recorded everything, and as their little brother posed once more in front of the mirror, unaware that the dress once done up wouldn't come off.

They had to admit he did look very cute as a princess , this was all going perfectly. All they had to do was confront him, finish his outfit and take him out trick or treating, and their day would be complete

Dave meanwhile smiled into the mirror, unaware of his impending fate.

His sisters had only driven round the road then returned to the house entering through the back and changing into their own costumes, if Dave was going to be the princess then in true fairy tale style they would be the wicked step sisters. Bursting into Lisa's room phones in hand they recorded everything, Dave was in a state of shock unable to fight back as they finished his makeup and gave him the long heavy wig that was with the outfit.

Now you are our Halloween Princess little brother, we have a deal for you, we know about the makeup and dressing up, we have films and pictures and if you want to keep them secret then come out trick or treating with us, and we can forget about the whole thing, or if you want, once you have made up for causing us to get into unnecessary arguments we can let you borrow some of our stuff, we can have girly night's in when mum and dad are out, teach you make-up and do your nails, all the girly stuff you want. Do we have a deal?

The trick or treating went on till late, Lisa and Tasha introduced their cousin Davina to lots of their friends, at first Dave was nervous that he would be outed but everyone was having so much fun, no one cared, he got lots of complements on his costume and loads of candy, in fact Davina had an absolute ball and was definitely the fairest one of all.

[zvhiux34]

(Credits to its respectiva owners ).

Pairing: König x virgin reader

Plot: You and König had a special date, where you both confess your feelings to each other. But he suspects there is something more.

warnings: Fluff, angst, slow burn, Reader is veeery stubborn. Age gap+10 years (She 18yo, König 30yo). Sexual inuendo. English it's not my first language

W.c: 2.5k

What a treasure to have found you.

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 Pt.4

Until now, your meetings/dates with him took place during the morning and afternoon.

Going out at night... only mean one thing.

Running into your parents, and having big problems with them.

When he saw the doubt in your eyes, he didn't hesitate to convince you.

—Come on, princess, it's not a bother for me to pick you up at your home—He assured you, while he put a lock of your hair behind your ear—I'll rent a carriage, so I can go to get you, 'kay?— Then, he placed a kiss on your cheek that burned away allá your doubts.

And here you were, about to escape through the window of your room before your soldier arrived at your fake home.

Or worse, discovered which one was your real house.

You did some juggling to escape without dirtying your dress, until to step on solid ground without harming yourself, then you began to walk through the neighborhood.

You walked down the sidewalk until the lights of a car «Or maybe a truck» coming in your direction dazzled you.

The driver, whoever it was, got out and started walking towards you.

When you tried to see who it was, he took you in his arms at bridal style to the vehicle with such ease that you recognized who it was.

—You are very stubborn, princess —He admonished you as he scolded you on the copilot seat— You were going to go on your own no matter what I told you, uh?—He sat in the driver's seat, and put the truck in motion.

—I may be stubborn, but you are cheeky— You crossed your arms in objection.

—Believe me, you haven't seen anything yet—He answered with a smirk in his face.

You did like it, but you were a little embarrassed to admit it out loud.

—Where did you get this truck?—You ask to avoid the past subject.

—It’s nice, isn’t it?—He inquired, You didn't know the model, but it was big and rustic at the outside, just like him—It's rented, I wanted to rent a carriage, but I couldn't found one, so I did what I could, little princess—You let out a chuckle about it.

You rembered how the soldier warned you days ago to you not be too surprised if he appeared with a car, so you don't get so tired of walking.

You appreciated his gesture a lot.

He drove until you two reached the destination, apparently, it was a place that was starting to become popular due to the amount of people there.

You all entered the park, and as you immersed yourselves in the site with the others, every source of artificial light disappeared.

It was a kind of path with long bushes on the sides that led to extensive green gardens.

It seemed that the only lighting was the cold light of the moon that came from somewhere, you could see each other without problem as the guide led the group and you along the path, while he was explaining some stuff about the main leads of the evening.

Then he fell silencie, and suddenly a little yellow flash appeared floating in the air.

—Mommy, look!—You heard a child pointing at it in the air to his mother.

The fireflies began to appear one by one until you could no longer count them all, they flew around the entire space as if they were stars in the sky floating around you like bright bubbles.

The children were exasperated with excitement, the adults were fascinated, and when König looked down to see your reaction, you were simply contemplating the spectacle without any words that could express your emotion.

It was such a beautiful and surreal scene that it transported you to a scene from a magical movie where you were one of the fairies belonging to this forest.

The soldier caught your attention by grabbing your hand.

It was the very first time when he entraleced his fingers with yours, and you let it be enjoying every second of the moment, his hand was warm and protecting over yours.

When you looked at him, he pointed out a path that no one had noticed.

You let yourself be guided by him and entered a passage of green bushes, which led you two to a large garden where the fireflies floated around a beautiful gazebo in the center.

You and König walked under the gazebo, looking at the spectacle that loomed around the two of you.

And suddenly you understood what was going to happen.

—You like the place, don’t you?— The soldier asked to you, you stood in front of him and looked up, straight into his eyes.

—Yes, it's very beautiful — You answered, still moved by what the scenery conveyed to you, as if it was possible to bring magic to real life.

—If you like...we could come many more times—He proposed with a thread of longing intertwined in his voice, at this point you were excited for the fact he has included you in a future plan, together.

—Yes, I would like to—You expressed with sincerity.

You felt his warm fingers cup the edges of your face with his eyes fixed on yours, you remembered the first time you'd see his icy blue eyes in that park, the guilty ones for transmitting you the mystery of a calm sea you wish to discover.

—Dove, when I came to this city... I never expected to meet...someone like you —He paused for a moment, while he found the right words— But my biggest surprise was when I started to get to know you and...I discovered a tender, intelligent woman, with hundreds of other virtues that I don't know how to say in english —He let out a light chuckle.

«Liar, liar, liar»

But those thoughts didn't stop your heart from beating hard.

—I accept you with everything you are... And you... would fulfill one of my wildest dreams if you accept me with... everything I am —He confessed in a whisper that captures you.

His message was so clear you had no chance to pretend you didn't understand anything.

But you had stopped acting rationally for a long time ago.

You stood on your tiptoes and finally shortened the distance between your lips with his.

It had been a long time since you had placed your lips on someone else's, but none of those chances could compare to this.

He received the kiss like a person receives a coat in the middle of a cold night.

He put his arm around your waist and in a movement as sensual as daring, you felt your chest pressed against his.

If you were the warm coat, then König was about to freeze all this time, until he found you.

But the way you kissed him back made you think that perhaps the person about to freeze was you.

The intensity that enveloped you both made you believe for a moment you were going to faint.

König, who apparently noticed this, instead of stopping to calm the waters, he simply adjusted his grip on your body.

Even though you were the one who started this act, he was now the one who was taking the reins, you were even a little disappointed when he stopped the kiss but without ever letting go of his arms, while both of you caught your breath.

The soldier couldn't help but contain the ear-to-ear smile on his face.

—Princess... You didn't let me... finish what... I was going to say...

«What?»

The soldier, seeing your confused face, carried you until you both reached and sat on a bench nearby.

Several seconds passed before he spoke again.

—First of all, I don't intend for you to feel like I'm invading your privacy —He assured, you nodded slowly— But I'd be lying to you if... If I told you I haven't noticed strange things about you.

Your heart almost skipped a beat.

—Things... Like what?

—For example, since I've been spending more time with you...—You saw how he searched for the best words to not hurt you even by chance— I've noticed how sometimes you're very meditative, you're very careful with what you say and...you give me the impression on certain occasions you agree to do things just so I don't ask you more questions.

He began to caress your chin with the tips of his fingers.

—And above all... I'm worried by the way your gaze turns dark...and sad. —He tells you almost in a whisper.

And you finally understood that your mask was not as perfect as you thought.

—Many times I have wanted to ask you the reason... But I know I cannot force you to be honest with me if I have not been honest with you.

And now perhaps the moment you have been waiting for has arrived, König will finally show you his true face.

You thought of several scenarios that did not help to quench the growing panic inside you.

«Tomorrow I return to the Middle East to never return»

«I have one month to live»

«I'm married and I have four children in another country»

—You are married and you have children abroad? —You interrupted in an attempt to accept the cruel reality.

The soldier looked at you strangely, and then let out a loud laugh.

—Jeez princess, who do you take me for? I am not married and I do not have children, in fact, I never thought of doing that until I met a certain person—He answered you suggestively—But it can be worse from your point of view.

Here it comes, you prepared for the final blow.

—I'm not a simple soldier.

«Okay»

—The truth is...I work as a mercenary for a private company dedicated to dismantling terrorist groups in foreign countries, among other words, I kill for a living.

König said it so fast that you needed a moment to process everything

«I kill for a living»

«Dismantle terrorist groups»

You felt how the rising panic slowly subside.

—...So you kill criminals for a living, right? —You saw the soldier, mercenary or whatever he was looking at you, expectantly.

With his looks, you're not surprised by the nature of the job he had.

—Basically.

—Bad people all and the scum of society?

—...Yes.

«Was it questionably moral? Maybe»

«It's a perfect reason to run away?...No»

You shrugged your shoulders, and only managed to say «I get it»

—So it doesn't bother you? —He questioned.

—No.

—Not even a little?

—No.

You saw how König stretched his limbs as if he were releasing pressure from them, as if he were a prisoner whose sentence had been pardoned.

—Christ, princess, you don't know how much it relieves me to hear you say that— He bellowed, then, like he was holding it in all this time, cradled your face in his hands and kissed your forehead, both of your cheeks, and the tip of your nose.

—By the way, in fact «König» is not my real name, it's a code—He confessed.

That did surprise you a little more.

—So, what's your real name?

He brought his mouth close to your ear and whispered his real name, but to tell the truth, you paid more attention to the way your skin received his warm breath on it.

A war was taking place inside you to balance what would be best for you, but the feelings that this man brought to you, mercenary or not, overwhelmed you so much, that you couldn't think well.

Obviously he confessed that so you could do the same with him.

He delicately placed his forehead against yours.

—Your turn—He whispered.

Your mind came to the realization this wasn't the first time you thought about confessing everything to him.

Anyway, he was going to insist a thousand times on taking you home even if he had to drag you.

And his hundreds of lights were going to turn on red when he saw you couldn't enter the house you supposedly called «your home».

And you couldn't ignore the feeling you had at this moment, you felt like you weren't going to free yourself from the knot you felt in your stomach until you confessed the truth to him.

He's a good person, he would surely understand you, and he wouldn't see you as less for your situation.

But...but....

Besides, there were only a couple of exams left that you would take this Monday, and you would finally complete your studies.

The next day, would be the day you'll finally leave your house.

You'll be free to go out with him whenever you wanted.

Free to do whatever you wanted to do with him without caring who's watching you.

Free of the fear.

—It's true —You answered in a delicate mumur— There's something I haven't told you...

The soldier paid more attention to you than he ever had before. You wanted to find the right words but your vocal cords wanted to betray you, feeling the knot that was forming.

—...But I can't tell you —You looked into his eyes, unlike his, yours were already wet, you took the hand that had comforted you so many times without knowing— Until after tomorrow, then I swear... I'll tell you everything.

Just one and a half days.

You waited for König to say a word, a sound.

But he only managed to say an «Okay, little dove»

And you got up from the bench to return to the group.

You knew from his gestures he was a little disappointed, but despite that, his hand never left yours.

After that, you had dinner in a quiet place with a pleasant conversation...and he took you back to the home he believed all this time it was yours, and say goodbye with a sweet kiss on the lips before you get out of the car.

He waited to you enter to the house, you knew the moment when he realized you lied to him when you, instead, entered in another backyard's house.

You looked at him as you watched him leave

You assumed it was for the best, just two and a half days and this whole farce would be over, if he accepted you again despite the lie.

On Sunday, you dedicated yourself to reviewing your notes, you studied from morning to late night.

You made a great effort not to think about kiss of last night, and the way that made you feel.

On Monday you attended high school and gave your all in your two final exams.

That was it, you had finally finished high school. You talked to your group of friends, one of them commented that you looked more radiant than ever, which you thanked him for.

You agreed to meet up to celebrate that you had finally finished the hell of school.

You attend to work routinely to do your shift, several of your colleagues congratulated you for finishing your studied, you thanked them all.

You were sincerely happy.

With the money you received today, it was going to be enough to get out of your house once and for all.

Right know, under your bed, there was a suitcase with your clothes and enough things you needed to start from scratch, in a small apartment in the city that you were going to share with a girl your age, while you waited to start college.

Everything was going as planned, the day after tomorrow you would have a new home, living with a complete stranger but in peace, which was what you had been longing for all these years.

While you were working, you thought about your mercenary with whom you haven't spoken since Saturday night...not even by text to wish you luck.

That thought made you a little sad until you saw him walk through the door.

Carrying a bouquet of flowers.

And heading towards you.

You froze immediately, almost dropping the ipad from your hands.

König finally reached surrounded you with his arms while he whisper to you congratulations in middle of dozens of costumers looking at the two of you.

At that moment, you didn't know if you were overcome with happiness or in the grip of a nascent panic.

Because today the manager, the eyes and the ears of your father in this place, was taking his turn tonight.

And he's probably watching you from somewhere in the restaurant.

M A S T E R L I S T

[tenderleavesbob]

Twilight wasn't going to say it. He wasn't going to say it. He was going to keep his mouth shut and he wasn't going to --

"You're hovering," Twilight said and slapped a hand over his mouth.

He said it.

Warriors tensed, and Twilight wished he had smacked his mouth harder as Warriors's shoulders drew defensively inward. He stepped away from where Time and Wind slept and walked back to the fire. "It was a nasty battle today. Why are you still up? You don't have a shift tonight."

"Can't sleep," Twilight admitted. "Like you said, was a nasty battle. You okay?"

Everyone was sleeping in their quiet little camp. Even Wild and Legend, who often struggled with sleep, were passed out cold. Four had the next watch, and he was curled up close to Time and Wind. Sky was the last watch, and Twilight felt sorry for Four having to wake up the exhausted knight.

Warriors frowned at him when Twilight got up. He checked on Wild before joining Warriors at the fire. The bruise on Wild's cheek had almost faded completely, but Twilight would need to have a talk with him about throwing himself so recklessly in front of weapons.

"You alright?" Twilight repeated. He sat beside Warriors and studied his face in the firelight. Was he pale or was it just the shadows?

Warriors rolled his eyes at him. "I'm fine, you mama cucco."

Said the guy who was just clucking over his own kids. It was still weird to think of Time as anyone's kid and Twilight still didn't know the full story, but there was no denying that Warriors certainly fussed over Time like he was from his clutch.

"If you say so," Twilight murmured. He scanned the campsite and his sleeping brothers, then into the shadows beyond. It was quiet now. So different from earlier. Lizalfos were nasty enough without being able to electrocute people. Twilight thought that both Warriors and Time got zapped a little due to their shiny armor, but they had both seemed fine enough at dinnertime.

"I say so," Warriors agreed. Twilight jumped when Warriors threw an arm over his shoulders and pulled him close. "Not nearly the nastiest battle I've been in. First time I met the Great Deku Tree... ugh. Not a fun battle."

Twilight glanced at him, then back at where Wild slept. He was curled up close to Hyrule and Legend. Hyrule had been busy post battle helping Warriors with everyone's injuries. Even after a green potion Legend had shoved down his throat, he slept hard. "I don't think I've heard that one."

"Makes sense," Warriors said agreeably. "It was one of my first major battles after I was promoted to Captain."

That at last dragged Twilight's gaze away from the others. "Really? How was little baby Warriors promoted, anyway?"

Warriors beamed at him. He looked strangely satisfied. Twilight supposed Time and Wind had been sleeping peacefully enough to soothe him. "Went straight from trainee to Captain, I'll have you know."

"Yeah, right," Twilight scoffed.

"It's true," Warriors insisted. He pulled Twilight a little further into his side. Twilight went without a fight. If his company comforted the captain, Twilight was more than happy to sit with him like this. "It was the craziest day..."

By the time Warriors reached the part about Princess Zelda going missing, Twilight was dozing on his shoulder. The next day, Four scolded Warriors for not waking him up and Hyrule ended up making him tea for his sore throat, but it was worth it.

For that night, for once, everything was peaceful. Several members of the chained dreamed of heroic battles and fairies, and Warriors's soothing voice carried them all safely through the dark.

"And let me tell you about Eldin Caverns..."

[biteofcherry]

Happy Wetnessday 💦

I love your new theme! Although I'd love to visit Professor Rogers with a Wetnessday ask that will have to wait.

You're invited to a Halloween party and in need of a costume. There's some choices left in the hole in the wall store you found. You could go as a fairy, mermaid or princess. You deem the mermaid costume as impractical and now stand before the tough choice between fairy and princess. You have go admit the costumes are really good quality, nothing Spirit Halloween would sell. As you ponder over your choices one of the employees approaches you. She's very sweet in offering her help and with her you ultimately decide on the princess costume. She shows you to the fitting rooms so you can try the costume on. Once again you marvel at the quality of the dress, the gloves and the tiara. As soon as you put all of it on there's a little whoosh and you feel really dizzy. "Ah. You finally found a suitable wife for me." Is the next thing you hear before you're pulled into a warm embrace. You're still a bit dizzy and confused but you're certain you're not in the fitting room anymore. Where were you? A hand gently lifts your chin so you come eye to eye with a very handsome man. Prince? King? The dizziness leaves you as his warm smile fills your vision. "Sorry about that sweetheart. My wizard promised me it would be a gentle transition for you but it seems he has miscalculated bringing you here. But don't worry your pretty little head about anything. I'll explain everything to you in time. First and foremost we have some duty's in the bedroom." You're led away from the people around you into the privacy of your shared chambers. Soon he'll make you forget all about your silly life before being fully his. But he may have a wrong first impression of you. Just wait till he discovers your bratty side. He'll love it.

Which hottie snatched you with a costume and is delighted to find out about your bratty side?

xoxo Wetnessday anon 💦

*chants to myself* don't pick Steve, don't pick Steve, don't pick Steve, not again

The charm of a sweet Prince who was looking for his one true love bursts like a bubble when you realize that man had allowed for a dark magic spell to be cast to ensnare himself a bride.

The spell didn't only serve as a beacon that led his nightmarish spies to you, so they could snatch you for him, but it seeped from the dress into your skin - weaving into your very heart and mind the bond that would be unbreakable. Once the Warlock King claimed you fully.

It was your destiny, after all. Despite the poor attempts of the fairies to hide you from his grasp, wiping your memory and building you a new, fake live in another realm.

But they were all burnt to dust, their magic wouldn't shield you anymore. And the dark spell chased you through the realms, settling into an item that would seal your doom. The dress wasn't the one waiting for the right person, it was the spell waiting to reach you and using the dress to capture you.

He has to admit, it's a beautiful dress, but you look so much better out of it.

Maybe he should keep you like this.

Splayed on his bed of linens and fur, moaning as his touch travels across your body.

He admires your curves, your responsiveness, as well the pulse of darkness that will make sure you're his forever. Even if you fight him and rebel, he knows just which strings to pluck to have your body responding and yielding to him.

[soombee]

🫂 ｡ﾟ⊹ you’ve built a home in my heart — 15. who’s the bitch boy now?!

:: u got up at 2 am to get some snacks at the convenience store down the street. for your inconvenience, you quietly opened the door to meet a peculiar sight, someone trying to sleep on the floor across the hallway because their roommate has their gf over .. ?

warnings ⚠️ none, sappy shit </3

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hai its been a long time ……. ( •̥ ̫ •̥ )

outside apartment complex, 5:38 pm

you stood outside the apartment building, waiting for your handsome date. you were excited, your heart beating out of your chest, your palms were extra sweaty, plus you couldn’t help but fidget with your fingers, hands, lips, and anything you could play with to relieve your anxiety.

you saw a familiar car pull up in front of you, “what the hell” you whisper to yourself as niki rolls the window down, “hey pretty lady! are u gonna get in or what?”

“hi silly” you flash your smile at him, “are you gonna open the door for me or what?”

“why yes, of course, anything for the princess of ansan, south korea” he says with a tinge of sarcasm in his voice as he makes his way to the passenger door, “and the queen of my heart.”

“shut the fuck up, riki” you accidentally hit his shoulder, “thank you” you kiss his cheek, feeling bad for the accident

when riki got in the car, you questioned him, curiosity took over you. “hey, isn’t this jay’s-“ he cut you off

“yes, it is, but it’s also mine” he kept his eyes on the road, “he gave me a safety key so i think he knows that ive been driving it” he smiles.

(6:30 pm, almost there)

“where are we going?” you asked, hoping for a clear answer, “you’ve been driving for foreverrr”

“secret” he sure loves keeping secrets

“did i dress for the occasion?” showing off your beautiful sundress, surely this question would make him slip

“maybe” riki laughs, he knows what your antics were. “whatever you ask, i wont tell you”

“whyyy” you pinch his cheek, making sure to leave a mark on his smug face

“cause it’s a secret and i don’t want to ruin the surprise” he pinches your nose, “plus we’re already here”

“hm?” you look through the windshield, seeing a beautiful blue beach, the water slowly running low on shore. its bright blue color like a cloudless sky

“ohmygod, it’s so pretty” you exclaim, not even hiding your excitement from riki

“just like you” he winks and gives you a lightskin stare while you just stare at him blankly, “okay nevermind then.”

“omg dude wait, i dont even have a swimsuit” you cup his cute face, his cheeks were so squishy and bouncy

“dont worry abt that, i already bought you one” he grins, you were concerned on what he bought you. “anyway, let’s go inside”

you followed riki as he led you towards the gorgeous beachside restaurant. the sound of waves crashing against the shore filled the air, and the salty breeze tousled your hair. It felt perfect — too perfect almost, like something out of a movie. u hadn’t felt this excited and anxious at the same time in forever.

"come on, baby," he teased, giving you a mischievous grin as he opened the door to the restaurant

the interior is gorgeous, so homey and beautiful. fairy lights adorned the ceiling, casting a warm glow over the space. You two went outside, the beach was the perfect backdrop for your romantic date. He led you to a small table, already set with dinner—candles, a carefully laid-out platter of food, and all.

"riki, this is beautiful" you pouted, eyes wide in awe, “u did all of this?!!”

"well, jay lowkey helped a little," he admitted sheepishly, "but it was mostly me! and konon.."

you shook your head, a huge smile spreading across your face. "you know, for someone who jokes around a lot, you can be pretty romantic."

“pssshhhh,” he shrugged, pretending to brush it off, but you could tell he was proud. “you bring out the best in me, yn”

riki guided you to your seat and pulled it out for you. "my lady," he said with exaggerated politeness.

"why thank you, kind sir," you played along, feeling your heart swell with appreciation.

as you sat down, riki reached into his bag and pulled out a swimsuit. you couldn’t help but burst into laughter when you saw it—it was a pink two-piece with his face all over it!

"oh my god riki," you chuckled, holding it up. "really?"

"it’s cute!" he defended, but his grin told you he knew exactly what he was doing

"fine, fine," you sighed, still laughing. "i’ll wear it. but if I look ridiculous, you owe me."

"you could never look ridiculous," he replied smoothly, his gaze softening as he looked at you

you both sat in silence for a moment, the atmosphere suddenly shifting to something more serious, more intimate. the waves, the soft lights, his sweet gesture—it all felt so magical

"thank you, baby," you said softly, reaching for his face across the table. "this means a lot to me”

he put his hands over yours gently, his usual playful demeanor momentarily gone, “you mean a lot to me”

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Hi hi, tis I, 💋anon, yet again back with another Thought. Your writing continues to be Fantastic AHHHHH. All the kisses for you.

I have no real premise for this other than p l e a s e but- someone mentioned when fit and pac were Cricling Tubbo and complimenting him. And then The Suit happened and I just- if they reacted that way to him changing a Shirt what would they do seeing him in a Suit (either the black or white one they were both Good mans is too attractive). Did they get him in the suit? did one of them? did someone else??? is there an event???

Hope you're having a good day (that you get un-sick soon, sounds like it fuckin sucks) :>

still sick but im chugging vitamin water and gatorade like its nobodys business :) also i have history in a fandom with 1800's and 1900's fashion so i leaned a bit into my past with TLH to come up with this outfit idea. i doubt many mcyters know it but google matthew fairchild and thats the inspo for the outfit!

Tubbo felt out of place to say the least. He wouldn't go as far to say he was uncomfortable but the suit on his body felt strange. It was the women’s idea. Niki was the one who decided to host the get-together, Bagi and Tina the ones who decided everyone had to dress up. The children loved the idea, absolutely loved it. Tubbo spent an hour with Sunny dressing her in the finest dress he could possibly get for her. She was a sight. Dressed in a beautiful moss green dress with golden detailing. Her hair was piled on top of her head with lovely golden flowers threading through her curls. “You look beautiful, poppet.” 

Sunny grinned at him before grabbing at his hands. She dragged him over to his closet and started digging through the suits. 

“Oh no, princess. I don’t want to wear something complicated.” 

She gave him a look that warranted absolutely no arguing and now here he was, dressed up. The undershirt was crisp white and the waistcoat on top a deep swirling green that matched Sunny’s dress, a simple black jacket topping it all. She had insisted. He would do anything for his princess and she damn well knew it. 

The party was beautiful. Fairy lights strung up all over the walls with tables of food in every corner of the large room. Mouse greeted them when they walked in. “Tubbo! Sunny! Hey, guys.” 

“Hey, Mouse,” Tubbo greeted back as Sunny waved happily. 

“Awww,” came Niki’s voice from behind them. “Sunny, you look absolutely gorgeous.” 

“Thank you!” she signed. 

Tubbo felt a strange type of pressure on him all of a sudden, like someone was watching him very closely. Peering around the room at all the guests he tried to figure out who it was. His answer came only a moment later as he saw Pac and Fit making a beeline for him. 

“Oi!” Pac said cheerily, his eyes glued on Tubbo’s suit. 

Tubbo had to resist the urge to squirm. “Hey, Pac.” 

Fit was utterly silent, eyeing him up and down as Pac smiled at Sunny. “Oi, Sunny, there’s uh a chocolate fountain over there.” He looked up pointedly at Niki who’s eyebrows shot up. “Niki, why don’t you show her the fountain?” 

Niki and Mouse quickly glanced between the three of them before at each other with knowing expressions. “Yeah, of course,” Mouse said, taking one of Sunny’s hands as Niki took the other. “Let’s get you some sweets, princess.” 

Tubbo rubbed his thumb repeatedly into the palm of his other hand in a nervous stim as he looked at the both of them. “Um, what’s up guys?” 

Neither of them were looking him in the eyes and every place their eyes dipped to felt like it was on fire. “You look really good,” Fit said in a low voice, finally looking him in the eye. His eyes were dark. “Really good.” 

Tubbo flushed. “Uh, thanks?” 

Pac nodded and nodded, absentmindedly before he took a step forward and grabbed Tubbo by the waist, running his hands over the expensive material of the waistcoat. His eyes got even wider as soon as he got his hands on the other man and Tubbo had to admit something in his chest was very pleased about this whole interaction. “So good,” he said softly. Pac's eyes were giving the impression he wanted to eat him alive and it made Tubbo shudder, suddenly feeling very warm in the suit. “You should uh come home with us later yeah?” 

Tubbo stared at him, jaw agape. “Uh, uh.” He glanced quickly over at Fit who was still blatantly checking him out. “Yeah? Yeah um sure.” 

“Good,” Pac said smoothly, running his hands down his sides once before finally pulling them away. He winked. “Meet us after the party.” 

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Bookish Romance | Malleus + Leona Headcanons

Summary: How Malleus and Leona act with an s/o that loves to read and go shopping for books

Notes: I only just finished the Savanaclaw chapter but that's not going to stop me from writing for Malleus

Malleus Draconia

Finds you unbelievably adorable.

Though he doesn't quite understand how fictional stories can make you so excited, he's just glad to see you have something that makes you so happy.

"Child of Man, could you tell me what you find so fascinating about these stories? I wish to know what exactly intrigues you. Perhaps, if it is within my power, I can recreate the scenes with you."

100% turns into his dragon form just so you can soar through the sky on him like the characters in your fantasy novel. What, you didn't expect him to do this for you? Don't you know how much Malleus Draconia, crown prince of Briar Valley, is willing to make all of your dreams come true?

He'll even rope the rest of the dorm into these reenactments. You need princes fighting for your hand in marriage? Good thing Diasomnia has 3 other willing members! (They didn't actually get a say in all of this).

It's a bit embarrassing for them, but they don't mind it too much. The boys adore you, and they'll do anything to see you and Malleus smile. Sebek and Silver will still insist they're only doing it for their young master, though (they're just shy okay).

If there's a certain book you can't find or that has gone out of print, Malleus ensures that you WILL get it no matter what. If that means using his royal title and demanding a publishing house to make an extra copy just for you, he won't hesitate to do so.

You've tried to keep yourself from mentioning you want things now because they keep mysteriously showing up at your door. You appreciate Malleus' thoughtfulness, but you know he drives his staff crazy; they're the ones who have to fetch your gifts on his behalf.

Malleus truly has no impulse control when he wants to spoil you, which is all the time.

He LOVES when you cuddle up next to him by the fireplace and read your books aloud to him. The stories are always entertaining, but more than anything, he just enjoys listening to your voice.

Even better if you fall asleep on him in the middle of it. It makes his heart flutter in his chest every time.

He'll quietly carry you back to your room, careful to mark the place in your book where you stopped before giving you a kiss on the forehead, bidding you goodnight.

He wonders if you'd like to have him read stories to you, too. Perhaps you'd like to hear a classic fairytale. He knows a delightful one about fairies and sleeping princesses.

Leona Kingscholar

Oh no, he's got it bad for you.

He's not really into reading books that much himself, but there's something so heartwarming watching how your eyes light up when you spot your favorite series in a bookstore or how you make grabby hands trying to reach a volume from the top shelf.

You're ridiculously cute. He won't admit it to you, but it's blatantly obvious to everyone else.

He will, however, tease you relentlessly.

He has no problem grabbing the book you want and holding it above your head, just far enough out of reach, a smug smirk on his face.

"You've gotta work to get it, Herbivore." "Just give me my book, Leona!!! 😠"

The angry pout you give him makes his heart go all soft and mushy. Who gave you the right to be so adorable? It only spurs on his teasing side even more, if only just so he can look at your adorable expressions.

His favorite thing besides napping is watching you ramble on about the plot of a book or your favorite characters. You get so animated when you talk and he can visibly see the joy beaming on your face. He's so used to dry conversations with other people that he isn't used to someone talking so earnestly with him, or rather, excitedly rambling about nonsensical things. It's intoxicating.

You'll be several minutes into your tangent when you look over and see Leona, head resting in his hand, gazing at you with the fondest smile you swear you've ever seen him wear.

Your heart can't help but skip a beat at the sight. Is this how he looks at you when you're too lost in your own world to notice? The thought makes your cheeks flush.

"Herbivore, you didn't finish telling me about what happened next. You can't just leave me on a cliffhanger like that."

And once again, your eyes are shining with delight as you continue gushing over your favorite book. Leona can't hold back his growing smile, no matter how hard he tries.

Out of all the herbivores he's met in his lifetime, you are truly the most endearing of them all.

[huihuiheart]

DnD Part 7 NSFW - Silent Secrets

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Pairing:  reader x Knight! Chan, reader x Dark Prince! Hyunjin, reader x Thief! Felix, reader x Fairy! Jisung

Summary: Something about this fantasy world is not as it seems, not that Electra cares to keep it a secret. It does however change things dramatically when it means your friends are at risk.

Warnings:  Cursing, violent threatening, unprotected sex, aphrodisiacs, cunnilingus, fingering, slight manhandling, bondage (through magic), not really choking but pushing head into pillow to quiet, teasing, cumming inside. 

Word Count: 2126

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“You’re acting like I’m the only one who wants this. I’ll follow your rules though. Until you’re willing to admit how good I’m making you feel and truly give into me that is.” Jisung leans in but instead of going for your lips, he kisses your neck, tongue darting out over a spot when his lips earn a gasp. His hands help as you work to remove the skirt of your dress and underlayers now. Golden glitter dancing brighter across his skin now as he feels your fingers weave into his hair guiding him down between your thighs. Prepared to give you everything your body is wordlessly begging him for.

“I hope you’re ready princess because I’m about to ruin everyone else for you.”

“Shh princess we wouldn’t want anyone to hear now would we?” Jisung chuckles against your sex, only making you whimper again. His fingers tease your folds as he suckles your clit. A warm feeling taking over, but something different than that of an orgasm.

“Sung… Sungie…” You pant out, fingers weaving into his hair, “I feel funny…”

“Oh? Don’t tell me you’ve never been with a fairy before, princess.” Jisung gasps, looking at you, “Do they not have them in your world?”

When you shake your head Jisung chuckles, “Then you’re in for a treat princess, because fairies like me have a special effect on humans like you. You see, my saliva, what has been all over this pretty little cunt… works as an aphrodisiac on humans.” 

You gawk at him slightly, trying to take in the information in your current state.

“Which will only make you feel even more desperate for me and even more pleasure from me.” Jisung smirks, teasingly flicking his tongue over your clit and making you clap a hand over your mouth to muffle the cry it almost makes you let out, “See, I told you.”

He’s so smug that you’re wishing you could level him some, but you’re melting, insides practically molten as a result of his actions. Especially when he slips two fingers in, only adding to the feeling. Your whole body burning into the mattress, limbs feeling heavy as you cry and moan against your palm, willing that no one outside the room can hear what is going on. Jisung works you up to the edge quickly before backing off right before you can cum. Loving how it fills your eyes with tears as a result. 

“Awe does the pretty princess need to cum?” Jisung coos mockingly at you with a teasing pout, “Go ahead, but with how much of my spit is glistening on that pretty pussy it won’t bring you enough relief.”

He growls out quietly to you before smacking your clit and sending you over the edge quickly. A few tears fall now as you shake and tremble beneath him. Jisung pressed his palm over yours to muffle your sounds a little more.

“You really can’t keep quiet can you?” He rolls his eyes, but his Cheshire grin tells you he loves it, “Imagine how loud you’ll end up on my cock then… too loud, that’s for sure.”

You shake your head, not wanting anything to interfere with you getting that when he was right about the orgasm not truly giving you any relief. You needed the real thing. You needed him to satiate the desire you were feeling deep inside.

Jisung sighs, helping you to flip over onto your hands and knees, “I guess I can give it to you. You’ll just have to keep that pretty face buried in the pillows so that no one hears.”

He didn’t actually give you a choice though, one hand on the back of your head and the other on the small of your back, putting you into the prettiest arch for him.

“Stay just like that for me so you can stay quiet and so I can get nice and deep.” Jisung demands of you as he pulls back just to undress. Blue glittering in your sight before there’s a force holding you in the position his hands had put you in while they grip your hips. 

“Fill me up so good Sungie, please.” You plead into the pillow, but he makes out the words still. You have to bite into the pillow to keep quiet when he pushes into you. Jisung biting down on his lip to do the same. 

“You’re so tight princess, and dripping around my cock. Do you really need it that bad?” Jisung asks, pulling out teasingly slowly as he does and laughing a little when you whine into the pillow between your teeth. “I’ll take that as a yes.” 

You try to wiggle your hips to get him fully inside of you again, but between the mostly invisible force and his hands, you’re not moving anywhere, not even budging in the slightest. Jisung smirks at your struggle before quickly snapping his hips back into yours. He does this for a little bit to tease, pulling out to the tip, pausing, and suddenly filling you again. He only stops when he can’t handle the teasing anymore, practically falling over you as he quickly ruts and grinds deeply into you. He no longer pulls far away at all obsessed with the feeling of you wrapped around him. Almost as much as you were obsessed with the feeling of him stretching you out, but then again he wasn’t the one currently affected by an aphrodisiac. Jisung’s hands beside your frame move when he sees you clawing at the sheets, pinning yours with his. The action only adds to your arousal even more. Feeling your orgasm bubbling up even without him adding stimulation to your clit and you wonder how strong of an effect he actually had on you to make that happen. Jisung panting and giving low moans right by your ear. 

“You gonna cum on my cock princess? I can feel you getting so tight for me. Want my cum to finally make you feel better?” Jisung asks, showing you even more evidence of who the real slut in the room was as he chases his release rather sloppily. Intent on pumping you full, though you were going to go over that edge with him, the both of you entirely blissed out. Jisung waits until you fully quiet down afterwards before helping you flip back over to lie on the bed again.

“How are you feeling princess? Still too warm?” Jisung inquires as he looks over you to check up on whether you're okay.

“A lil bit yeah.” You answer him, nodding as you try to look at him through unfocused eyes in your current hazy state. Jisung humming as he considers your answer. 

“I’ll make it better for you princess. Gonna go nice and easy since you did such a good job for me.” Jisung has sweetened up some now that he has cum. Leaning down to give you a sweet kiss, nothing prolonged or to get you overly riled up again though.

“Make it better please.” You quietly request, only to gasp when Jisung carefully slips two fingers inside of you again. Taking his time, but not going so slow as to tease. Being mindful of your hypersensitive state even as his goal is to make you cum again. 

“There you go princess, let me make sure all my cum is nice and deep so that it gets better, yeah?” Jisung coos watching how your eyes roll when he curls his fingers just right. This time when you cum it makes all that burning heat ebb away, replaced with sweet relief. Leaving you entirely exhausted though as Jisung handles aftercare for you, allowing you to doze off after that.

When you wake up it’s not due to Jisung, but a loud knock on the door. Jisung makes eye contact before disappearing a second later. You’re thankful he’d helped you into a nightgown before you had passed out considering Hyunjin walks in a moment later. The man looks exceptionally frazzled as he quickly crosses the room.

“Okay seriously Y/N, no more games. Where is the fucking map?” Hyunjin asks voice raised and for the first time since you came to trust he wouldn’t harm you were you undoubtedly afraid of him.

“I genuinely cannot tell you Hyunjin. I handed it off. They could have it anywhere at this point.” You shrug as you sit on the bed watching the man huff and pace, constantly running his hand through his hair.

“This is bad. This is so so bad.” He mumbles to himself. Before he stops and fixes you with his gaze again, “Did you tell them somewhere specific to take it? Tell me your orders to them Y/N, and don’t waste my time.”

“I told them to take it with them and to not turn back for me. They will do as they see fit to keep it safe. So without my being there with them I truly cannot help you.” You reiterate, but it only gets Hyunjin more worked up.

“God fucking damnit Y/N!” Hyunjin curses, shaking his head, “You don’t understand! This is bigger than us okay! If that map isn’t here in 24 hours we’re screwed!”

As intimidated as you are by him at this moment this is what you had been planning for. It was finally happening, your actions were going to get the woman to arrive and get you even closer to the dice now. Get you one step closer to making it home.

“There is nothing more that I can do at this point, Hyunjin.” You speak truthfully and yet calmly in hopes of not angering him further.

“You can watch me burn every inch of your kingdom down until I find that map.” Hyunjin hisses before going to stomp through the door while your blood runs cold at his threat. Only he freezes as the door opens to reveal Electra.

“Now Hyunjin, that isn’t necessary. Not at this point. Why don’t you leave me and Y/N along to chat for a moment?” She asks, but you have a feeling it is a demand, not a request. Hyujin hesitates as he’s not sure what she’ll do to you before silently leaving like a dog with its tail tucked only a moment later. “I have to hand it to you Y/N you’re cleverer than I anticipated. That or you truly are clueless. Either way, you’re going to hate me being here now. See I’m not someone who you want to mess with… death is not what you should be most afraid of in this world… it’s me.”

You raise a brow, “Please enlighten me on why that is.”

“Oh Y/N you don’t understand. You see… When I first came here I was a princess too. Now look at me. Feared. Revered. Powerful. And I’m going to make our world regret forgetting about me. For leaving me here to rot without a way home. Meanwhile, you stay here, after all, one of us will have to and it won’t be me anymore.” She says rather matter-of-factly.

“Like hell, I will. You can’t and won’t make me.” You counter with a scoff, but it does nothing to deter her.

“Tsk… Y/N…. You really think it is a coincidence that the people here resemble those whom you care about?” Your heart nearly stops at the smirk she gives in addition to her words, “It’s not. They’re linked to one another. If something harms one of them here the damage will take permanent effect in their world. I can and will ruin their lives. I will torture and kill them without an ounce of hesitation at all.” 

You feel nauseous at her threat which only makes her chuckle, “See, but I was even generous enough to give you what you wanted in a chance with them. So just take what I’ve so kindly given and be a good girl who follows directions. Now.. where is the map?”

“On its way to my kingdom with Chan and Felix.” You quietly mumble without much choice if you want them safe. Sure you wouldn’t let her off easily, but even if you couldn’t find a way home you weren’t about to risk your friends' lives for yours. Even if ultimately that would result in you being stuck here.

Electra hums before turning around to leave, “I’ll be seeing you a lot Y/N, so don’t get comfortable.”

Her laugh sends shivers down your spine, Hyunjing looking in to check on you physically despite her calling for him to follow after her. Leaving you alone in time for Jisung to slip back through the window, having hidden outside so that she hopefully wouldn’t be able to tell that he was there.

[vodika-vibes]

I absolutely loved your regency Rex x reader fic, so I'm gonna request something similar (with the loml commander Mayday) but the roles are reverse hehe.

Reader is the Princess of a snowy kingdom, Mayday is her bodyguard, and she's betrothed to marry a Prince who she's never met, but Reader and Mayday are in love but have kept it a secret.

Congrats on 650 followers btw ^^

Fields Of Snow

Summary: As the first-born Princess of your family’s Kingdom, certain expectations have been laid on your shoulders. You have to be pretty, delicate, kind, and good. Not to mention you have to be reasonable and calm. And you have to marry for the good of your people. The only thing is, you’ve been in a relationship with the head of your guard for over a year now. If your father ever found out, Mayday would lose his career, if not his life.

Pairing: Commander Mayday x F!Reader

Word Count: 1373

Warnings: None

Prompt: Regency/Fairy Tale AU

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: So I'm not sure how close I followed the prompt, but I hope you like it anyway! I admit, I don't often get to write Mayday, people don't request him often. Also, the summary isn't perfect, but summaries are hard.

“Commander,” You don’t bother to look up from your book as Commander Mayday moves from his position near the side doors to stand before your father, “Have all preparations been completed?”

“They have, your majesty.” You glance up at the Commander as he speaks, and a small, hidden, smile lifts your lips. He doesn’t even glance at you, though you don’t expect him to.

After all, if Father ever found out about your relationship with Mayday, it’ll be Mayday who pays for it.

“Very good,” Your father claps his hands together, “Walk me through them.”

Mayday nods once, “As our intelligence has suggested, the threat against the Princess’ life is a viable—” 

You straighten and lower your book, “A threat against my life?” You interrupt, your gaze darting from your Commander to your father, and then back again.

Father lightly pats your hand, “Never you mind, dove. I’m taking care of it.” 

You frown at him, “Father if there is a threat against me, I have a right to know.”

“Nonsense. This isn’t a woman-folk concern.” He pats your hand, condescendingly, one more time and then gestures towards the Commander, “Continue,”

“Of course, Your Majesty,” Mayday pauses as if to gather his thoughts, and you feel bad for interrupting him, “As I was saying, we’ve determined that the threat is a viable threat. And so, I have come up with a plan.”

Your Father leans forward, “Go ahead, Commander.”

“In a week, when the Princess is meant to leave the palace to travel to the Kingdom of her Betrothed, her carriage is going to leave from the south gate, with a full procession of guards and carriages carrying her belongings. We are going to make a big show of the Princess’ departure,”

“Forgive me, Captain.” Your father says with a frown, “But won’t this put her in more danger.”

Mayday inclines his head, “If I may, Your Majesty, the Princess will not be a part of the procession. Sister, one of my siblings, will be dressed up like her, and all of the people around her will also be soldiers.”

“Oh, how very clever!”

“Thank you, Your Majesty.” Mayday inclines in head slightly, “At the same time, through the North Gate, the Princess and I will leave the city while disguised as peasants.” 

“Everyone’s gaze will be on the procession from the south gate, and no one will notice you leaving through the north.” Your father muses, “Very clever.”

“And it is the best way to keep the Princess safe.” Mayday adds, “The people threatening her will attack the procession and leave us alone. Of course, we will be traveling by foot, so the journey will take much longer. But, the situation being what it is, I feel like we have no other options.”

“I agree,” Your father nods once, “My daughter’s safety is most important. Though, King Reynold will be most displeased when he realizes that Sister isn’t my daughter.”

“Sister will have a missive explaining the situation. As you say, your Majesty, the Princess’ safety is most important.” Mayday pauses, “Of course, this plan does mean that you will not be able to see your daughter off.”

Your father closes his eyes, and then he nods, “If that is what it takes to keep her safe, then so be it.” He opens his eyes and looks around, “You’re all dismissed. Daughter, we are having tea in my sitting room.”

“Of course, Father. I shall go and ensure that tea is brought up.” You stand and offer your father a respectful curtsy, and then leave the room.

The moment you’re alone, though, your hands curl into fists and you have to bite your tongue to keep the ugly thoughts from bursting from your throat.

It’s rather telling that your father thinks that your safety is more important than anything else.

He was the same way with Mother. No wonder Mother ran off with the palace chef.

Slowly, you unclench your fists and plaster the delicate, pretty smile that your father insists you wear back on your face, and you meander through the hall.

You’re about to step into the kitchen, to order tea for your father and yourself when a maid hurries over to you. “Oh, Princess! Thank goodness I caught you. Your father, unfortunately, has to cancel tea.”

You stare at the older woman, “It’s been less than 10 minutes,”

She looks shamefaced, “Yes, Princess. But a sudden petitioner arrived with grave news from the mines. Your father sends his regrets, but says that he won’t be available for the foreseeable future.”

You close your eyes and nod once, “Thank you for informing me.”

The woman curtsies and hurries away just as quickly as she arrived, and you shake your head. If you’re not going to have to listen to your father rant at you about how you need to be more gentle and more demure and more delicate, then you’re going to the garden.

Your father built the garden for your mother and then neglected it when she left. As a result, the greenhouses are overgrown with flowers and plants of all varieties. Frankly, it’s amazing that they’re still alive at all, seeing as the gardener was fired when Mother ran off.

But you’re glad for it. It means that you have a safe place where you can be you.

And, no one knows you come here save for Mayday.

Speaking of which, you follow the overgrown path to the massive willow and duck under the hanging branches. There, hidden from view, is Mayday. Handsome Mayday. Kind Mayday.

Your Mayday.

“Commander,” Your voice is light as you approach him, “I’m surprised that my Father didn’t need you.”

Mayday smiles at you, “Well, I am supposed to be ironing out the final details of our journey.”

“Ah, yes. That.” You frown at him, “Were you going to tell me that someone is threatening me?”

He shrugs, “No.”

“Mayday!” 

“I wasn’t going to tell you, because the threat isn’t real,” Mayday says as he holds his hands out soothingly.

“...what?”

He walks over to you and takes your hands in his, “Oh, cyar’ika,” Mayday murmurs as he leans in and presses his forehead against yours, “You didn’t actually think I was going to let you marry King Reynold, did you?”

You tighten your grip around his hands, “You never said one way or the other, so—”

He releases your hands and brings a hand to cup your cheek, “No, Princess. You won’t make it to Reynold’s kingdom. Neither of us will.” Mayday lowers his hand to brush along your bare shoulder, “Have I ever mentioned how much I love this dress?”

“I know you like dresses that bare my shoulders, yes.” You reply with the smallest smile, “Why do you think I’ve added so many to my wardrobe?”

He hums and lowers his head to press a kiss to your shoulder, and then trails his lips to your neck. Mayday has to be careful to not leave any marks, and you know that he will be.

You wrap your arms around him, tangling your fingers in his hair, “Where will we go?” You ask him, shivering as his beard drags against your sensitive skin.

“I’ve been in contact with your mother and stepfather,”

You pull away and stare at him, “Mother? Really?”

“Really,” He smiles at you, “They’re going to help us charter a ship to cross the ocean. No one is ever going to force you to do anything you don’t want to do, cyare. I won’t let them.”

You beam at him and pull him into a deep kiss, “I love you,” You mumble against his lips.

“I love you too,” He replies before he pulls back, mischief sparkling on his face, “How much time do you have?”

“No one will be looking for me,” You reply immediately, “No one comes out here.”

“Good,” Mayday replies with a grin as his hands move to the tie at the back of your dress, “That gives me time to show you how much I love you.”

You feel your face heat, but you also giggle and eagerly lean into his touch. This is definitely a much better way to end your day.

[haechanhues]

The College Experience

pairing : fwb!sunwoo x fem!reader 

genre : fluff + smut

warnings : MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. sunwoo is a bit subby. jealous! reader. pet names like baby and princess are used.  sunwoo cries and reader has a bit of a dacryphilia kink. public (?) sex. degradation. implied unprotected sex - there’s no mention of a condom (...I think you know what I’m going to say in the brackets without saying it) friends with benefits but also feelings. their dialogue is my favourite tbh. 

summary : Jealous and grumpy after an attempt with your 2nd hookup choice, you drag Sunwoo into the bathroom, knowing he knows exactly what your body needs. 

taglist : @matchahyuck

word count : 3k. 

the college experience masterlist

inspired by : the bathroom scene in ‘through my window’. 

playlist : unholy - sam smith ft kim petras / escort - chase atlantic / p*$$y fairy (otw) - jhene aiko 

You clutch onto Sunwoo’s collar, his footsteps jumbled and without rhythm as you pull him into an empty cubicle. His eyes widen as he stumbles and falls onto the toilet seat in front of him. He peers up at you angrily. 

You let out a rough exhale and you want nothing more than to wrap your hands around his neck and choke the life out of him. 

“What was that for?” He growls, his arms expanding. 

You raise an eyebrow, “Still mad at me?” 

He scoffs, a fake smirk appearing on his face, “Can’t I be?” 

With your tongue snuggled in the roof of your mouth, you place both hands on his shoulders in an attempt to rein in your anger. Sunwoo’s eyes draw straight to the plump of your lips and you lick at them unconsciously in response. 

You clear your throat, grabbing at his chin and tilting it slightly. Your eyes zero in on the lipstick marks on his collar and simultaneously the reason for your clear disgust, “Hmm, can you?” 

Sunwoo’s shoulders straighten at the clarity for his rumpled clothing and the reason you dragged him, oh so gently, to the public bathroom. 

His mouth twists in initial judgement, “Look, you found someone for the night..I did the same.” 

You make a sound of begrudging acceptance, before your grip returns to his shoulders clamping down on the muscle causing him to wince, “You did, huh?”

Sunwoo smirks. For real this time, “Mhmm.” 

“..What’s her name? His name?” You murmur, lips smacking together curiously. Not overly inquisitive. But, that doesn’t work on the boy in front of you. 

Not at all. 

“They, actually,” He corrects, the smugness in his shoulders and his tone, “They don’t define themselves by gender.” 

You nod, “Did you have fun?” 

He pouts, the mirth in his big eyes on display and his fingers flexing with malicious intentions, “A lot….they were a great time-” 

Theatrically his voice trails off in favor of his hands wrapping themselves around your waist, pulling you close until you’re in between his spread legs, “But they weren’t better than you.” 

A lust ridden daze has your palms falling onto his thighs and his gaze dips and you can almost see a purple hued flames within them. The colour of strobe lights and mirror sex. 

“Didn’t you just get your dick wet?” You frown, as you feel the evidence of his arousal prodded against your navel, your own insanity pooling in your own underwear. 

“Look, you’re hot and angry.” He admits seriously, “And right now, I want to fuck that out of you.” 

“You want to fuck that out of me?” You chuckle, a tad condescending which only makes the fire in his eyes grow more wild, “You?” 

“Princess,” He jeers, humour insincerely written in his face with the curl of his lip, “I’m a people pleaser.. you know this. I intend to please.” 

His tongue licks at his lips, the true nature of his lie wiped completely clean, “And…whoever the fuck you got with… obviously didn’t do a great job at it. Otherwise you wouldn’t drag me in here.” 

“Wrong,” You say quietly, the sound of his breathing being the only sound you can hear. 

“Am I?” He cocks his eyebrow. 

“Mhm,” You nod, your lips finding the start of his jaw, letting your words tickle along the skin of his ear, “I would’ve dragged you in here regardless.” 

He hisses and you smugly let him tilt your head down into a feverish kiss, one that showcases how affected and wild he is. You push further into him, your mouth opening compliantly as his tongue meets yours, your pelvis pressing almost torturous pressure against his erection. 

“You’re driving me crazy,” Sunwoo slurs into the kiss, his hands cupping your breast through your tight club dress. You pull away to stare at the guy in front of you, gaze dancing across the messiness of his eyes and the way he stares at you. 

His cheeks the colour of peach. 

“Yeah?” You sing as his hands fall to the swell of your ass, squeezing experimentally. You let out a soft whimper of pleasure and he knows you’re doing it to be a complete tease. Perhaps one hellbent on petty revenge. But he can deal. He has before. He’s not going to stop now. 

With slow purposeful movements, he holds your gaze and your mouth slightly drops as he kisses you once on the stomach. The thin fabric doing nothing to deter the feeling of his plush lips. You feel your whole body heat and your pussy clench as he whispers, “This dress means everything to me.” 

You giggle as he starts to dot and line sweet little kisses along your jaw and cheek, your chest, your collarbone. Anywhere that’d have him, “It’s brand new.” 

“Does it matter?” Sunwoo huffs. 

“You...are pussy whipped,” You smile down at him, enamored by his voice and eyeing the way he traces circles onto your waist. 

He shakes his head, “Nah, not yet. Close. I intend to be though.”

“There you go with the ‘I intend to be’ bullshit,” You yelp as Sunwoo pulls you onto his lap, your position parted enough for him to slide a palm in between your legs. His touches a complete secret until the brush of his hand on your left thigh and the kiss of a fingertip on the bud of your clit. You mewl as you attempt to keep quiet, your lip biting down so hard you swear you taste blood. 

Letting his head roll at the sweet sound of your pleasure, he can barely withhold himself. Instead he falls in love with the foreplay. He watches the goosebumps on your legs rise as his palms glide from where your dress ends, pushing the fabric back up to your waist, revealing your panties to him. His eyes lull shut as if in prayer, taking his time to listen to the way your breathing hitches. 

You plant a meaningful kiss onto his closed eyelids before letting out a whine as  he bunches a whole grip of your fabric and pulls it towards his hips. Your pelvis grinding onto his. Feeling breathless, you bury him in a bed of open mouthed kisses, “Open your eyes.” 

Obediently, his eyes open wide, and you feel yourself melt for the molten glow left behind. 

“Aren’t you going to take off my dress?” You propose, your hands clasping over his own that are still grasping at the bunched fabric. 

Sunwoo loves that question. 

“No,” Sunwoo chuckles, “I’m not.” 

Before you can say anything, he drags your hips forward to meet his own and he loves the way your body collapses against his chest, your hair brushing against his face. You gasp. 

Fuck. 

“Look at you,” Sunwoo purrs, voice gentle, “So sensitive today.” 

His hand reaches underneath your dress, letting the heat between his hand and your pussy linger between the two of you. You whimper, your nerves electric as he takes his time to play with you. 

“I’ll take care of you,” He promises before his hand presses on your mound and his thumb on your clit. Your mouth drops in surprise and your hips jerk to meet his palm. Your hands grab at the chest of his shirt, stretching it, “Ssh baby, not too loud..we’re in public.” 

If you could come via words alone you would have. 

You would have probably squirted, even. 

Instead you opt to bite his shoulder, smirking when you hear him wince. He reaches inside your panties, loving the immediate arousal that coats his fingers. Finding your entrance quickly and wanting to see you slowly unravel for him, he lets his fingers ease into you, marveling at the way you pussy stretches and swallows his digits whole. 

On a sex induced high, he licks a stripe of your exposed throat, loving the way you writhe in ann attempt to keep quiet from above him, pulling at the strands of his hair. He can barely contain himself when he feels your arousal start to drip onto his palm, he wants to fuck you and soon. Foreplay, be damned. 

“Ooh fu-” You curse, moving your hips in a desperate attempt for him to move already. 

With his face taut, he starts to move his fingers, fucking them into you hard and fast. His cock strains in his pants as he hears the way your pussy squelches and your attempts to retrain from moaning. 

Your strangled whimpers. The sharp whip of your hand making contact with the bathroom wall. Your heavy breathing. Your muffled curses. 

At your fast orgasm, he removes his hand, eyeing your fucked out expression with a smug smile. 

“Don’t get cocky,” You fake snarl, but your insides are already giggly and bubbly from getting off on his fingers. 

“But you were so good for me, Princess, how could I not?” Sunwoo snorts, humour laced in his tone. Ignoring it, your hand closes around his throat as you press your lips into his, enjoying the way the teasing in his body loosens as you deepen the kiss further. 

Letting your hands lower, you pull away only to navigate the zipper of his pants. Sunwoo bites his bottom lip as watches you pull out his cock and lick your lips. You smirk as you take in his pretty cock and how much it throbs in your hand. 

“You talk mad shit, you know?” You comment and Sunwoo’s eyes darken in challenge, “Talking all big and all when you’re literally so pathetically desperate.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah,” You murmur, dragging the tip of his cock against your slit. You exhale with pleasure as you take a moment to enjoy yourself. 

“Sit on it, then,” He raises his eyebrows, daring you to take control of your own pleasure and ruin him with your pussy just as he ruined you with his fingers, “Because I am so pathetically desperate. Need you, Princess, fuck do I need you-” 

“Shut up-” You hiss as you lower yourself onto his cock. His eyes roll back - you feel so good. So warm. Wet. Tight. Everything he could ever want was in this moment - you and a good fuck. It’s all he really needs. 

Not this ‘fundamental college experience’ bullshit. 

You grind into him, loving the depth in which he reaches inside you as your hips swivel back and forth continuously. Your mouth hovers by his ear, allowing little whines to escape your mouth, each one driving him crazier than the last. 

“Sunwoo- mm, fuck.” 

Sunwoo loves the way you lose yourself in your pleasure, using his cock purely for yourself. Like he’s your toy. You rut against him at any angle that leaves you sopping and he takes it. His eyes flutter shut as you lift and sink onto him, riding him to your heart’s content.

You’re a selfish lover and like he said, he aims to please.

He lifts his hips to meet your movements, watching the way your pussy swallows his cock every thrust, blanketing it with your arousal. You bounce on his lap, mouth frozen in an act of silent rapture. 

The sound of chatter pulls you away from him, multiple voices conversing with each other about boys and gossiping about god knows what. Slowing down your hips, you make eye contact with Sunwoo in an effort to silently agree on your next steps. But when you turn to look, a delicious rush runs through your body starting with your fingertips and crashing into your brain. 

Sunwoo’s eyes are hazy and half lidded, lust driving him lost to the point of no return, his focus only on you. 

Your hips pick up their pace again and with stride, Sunwoo grasps at your hips so hard they might bruise, bouncing and dragging your hips to meet his. Wild but purposeful. You almost snarl into his skin at the way he makes your body feel absolutely wrecked. Absolutely loved. 

“Then Jaehyun-” 

“Which Jaehyun?” 

“Lee!” 

“No really?” 

Sunwoo’s eyes furrow and you know he has the sudden urge to come, his full bottom lip drops as his throat is suddenly exposed to you. At the first sound that escapes his throat, you slap your hand over his mouth, watching the way his face contorts and feeling the tingles his pleasure leaves behind on your palm. 

You move your hips incessantly on him, and when you feel quick spurts of come coating the inside of your pussy, you watch as your orgasm makes his cock throb with overstimulation. Greedily eyeing the way Sunwoo’s eyes well with thick tears. 

Your forehead drops onto his, letting his hands roam your body as a way to ground himself. You peek back at him, relieved to find his eyes completely clear and present. Your drop your palm, pulling away to gape in wonder at his pink lust filled lips and satisfied soft smile. You sigh. 

“Hey-” You feel a knock on the cubicle and one of the girl’s voices from before pulls you both from your reverie, “Girl, are you okay? Do you need help?” 

“....Yeah I’m okay! Thanks though,” You reply, hoping your voice isn’t hoarse or scratchy. 

“Oh, okay,” She replies back before she and the other girls with her leave with the chatter they walked in with, though this time mocking her overly sweet polite tone to which she snaps. 

Sunwoo frowns, “When did they walk in?” 

“Just before you cried,” You answer instead, not passing on the opportunity to tease him a little. 

“I was going to come!” He pouts as he lifts your body slightly, you both wince as his cock falls out of you, a bit of his come following after. Helping you lean against the cubicle wall with one hand, he tucks his cock back into his pants. 

While keeping a protective hold on you, he rises from the toilet, feeling almost dizzy in the post orgasm air. He does a once over, pulling your dress down to a appropriate level and combing your hair back from your face, “Come on...let’s wash up a bit.” 

Your hand wraps around his as he leads you to the wash basins, lifting you so you’re perched on the bathroom counter. You can only watch as he turns on the tap, dousing his hands in water before he lifts your dress slightly to wash his come that’s leaked out of your sex. You hiss at the cold temperature to which he only frowns, too focused on caring for you. 

You bite your lip. 

Feeling heat emit from your gaze, his dark eyes meet yours, gazing into them knowingly. His lip curls in a fake scolding way, a soft but firm refusal. No matter how much he wants to. No matter how much you want to. Because he knows if he even considers taking you here on this counter, you would live in this bathroom, fucking on every surface and uncaring of any person that were to come in. 

Tempting. But no. 

In an attempt to distract yourself and as he finishes up, your fingers tangle into his locks, pulling at the strands before letting go, amused at the way they bounce back into their curls. His arms go around you to bring you down from the counter only to stop when you wrap him in a thankful hug. 

He swallows hard but fluidly returns your hug and the two of you enjoy each other’s presence. 

“You smell good.” 

“And you just noticed?” He gloats, staring at your position in the mirror behind you. His fondness for the image of the two of you growing with every second. 

“Well no- not technically-” 

“Ah, somewhat noticed then,” He chuckles, helping you down from the counter. Your nose scrunches at his teasing, pinching at the leather of his armpit.  

“Are you feeling Thai food?” You ask after a moment of silence, giddy in the way he watches you softly and how he takes care of you. He nods and that’s all it takes for you to excitedly take his hand and drag him from the bathroom. 

You freeze at the group of girls lingering in front of the bathroom. They pause in their conversation to take in your hair and your interlocked hands slowly, before a involuntary giggle rings from the group. Heat erupts in your skin and you turn to bury your head into the amused Sunwoo’s chest, completely embarrassed out of your mind. 

“Sorry girls,” Sunwoo wolfishly grins, dragging your bambi like figure out of the doorway of the bathroom and down the hallway, happiness like no other swirling in his gut. Blatant we-just-fucked energy surrounding the both of you. 

“That’s so embarrassing,” You hum. 

“Well we’re going to date soon, aren’t we?” He replies. You think for a moment, counting in your head, “Who cares?” 

“But I’ve still got 3 more to go,” You answer instead. He grits his teeth, “And so do you!” 

“...Yeah,” Sunwoo reluctantly agrees, “Sure.” 

His eyes flit out through the door of the main hall, rolling his eyes at the luck of making eye contact with Kevin Moon. Your best friend, older by a couple of years and not only an advocate of this fucked up ‘college experience’ but the CEO of Getting-On-Sunwoo’s-Nerves. 

Fucking prick. 

Kevin’s stare darts across your body inquisitively, disapproval making his tipsy body rigid. The younger boy can spot Kevin’s tongue in his cheek. Entertained, Sunwoo impulsively shakes with laughter, only stopping when you pull briefly away from him to find what he finds so hilarious. 

“Stop laughing at me!” 

“Princess, it’s not you, I promise,” Sunwoo leans in to sweetly kiss your pout away, hoping that Kevin's whole night is ruined by how good the two of you fit together. You smack your lips together in an attempt to keep your giddiness at bay and find solace in your fingers. A dead giveaway. 

He smirks, “Feeling shy?” 

“Shut up,” You whine, digging your head back into his body and murmuring orders for him to get a move on and fast. Sunwoo agrees but not without a final second to rub it in your best friend’s seething face. 

With eyes cold and a condescending demeanour, he gives Kevin a withering glare before he takes you out the door and into the busy tussles of the city, relishing in the fact that you’re one step closer to being his girlfriend. 

author’s note : so this was probably the most fun I’ve had writing on here but also in saying that, i don’t know how well it reads. this is also part 1 of this little mini series so hopefully you’re interested. i did not think i was gonna finish this fic today LIKE AT ALL. 

[pluck-heartstrings]

Hello! Love your au, I'm slowly shifting towards remembering my weeks by your update days because I am unable to contain how excited I am for the fic ☺️☺️☺️

And now for a hypothetical question:

Your animatronic characters (could be the main-main cast, could be the knights --whichever is easiest for you lol) have had their media filters temporarily removed and have discovered Disney Princess movies. How do they react, what are their favorites, and does this affect them in any way?

Oh my goodness what a fun question. I'll start with the Knights and then move on to the main cast:

Sir Fredbear is a fan of the classics. He took one look at Snow White and decided to treat every creature as gently as she did. With his big stature, he strives to make himself look small and gentle to not scare away his small fans.

Sir Bonnie is the opposite. He never found a movie that resonated with him until he saw Frozen 2. The first one didn't affect him very much, but he liked the evolution of the relationship with Anna and Kristoff. He thinks their relationship is the healthiest.

Lady Chica is a bit of a wild card. She watched Mulan with Lady Wolf one evening and while Mulan is Roxy's favorite princess, Chica didn't connect with any until she watched the sequel. The youngest of the emperor's three daughters had her giggling and they both decided she reminded them of Chica herself.

The Invader Monty likes Aladdin. He won't go into detail but he rewinds the Jasmine as a prisoner scene more times than he should.

Now, onto the main cast:

Sun didn't like to admit it, but he agreed with the fairies when Aurora fell into her hundred year slumber. What better place to keep her safe than high in a tower, surrounded by and protected by thorns? The way she's named after the dawn helped his decision.

Moon took a similar route but his choice was sealed when he watched The Black Cauldron and saw Eilonwy. It's interesting since she's the only one he knows of that doesn't sing, instead making her way through the story as if she's the protagonist. He thinks she's strong, and funny and he definitely doesn't cry everytime he watches it.

The Princess/Handler/Vocalist/Reader found a digitized copy of Atlantis on some old streaming website and couldn't name a single Disney princess while simultaneously barely recognizes that Atlantis was even made by the same company.

This was very fun thanks for asking!

[thebookishbruja]

Howl’s Moving Castle

Spoilers!!

So, I finished Howl’s Moving Castle (the novel) last night, and now I’ve been up since 4am going through the tags on tumblr. I saw someone say that in Howl’s Moving Castle, both Sophie and Howl are the beauty, and they both are the beast. It got me thinking.

This novel beautifully subverts two tropes: the Beauty and the Beast trope (girl goes to scary castle housing legendary monster and falls in love) AS WELL AS the Princess and the Frog trope (Wherein Sophie is the cursed and Howl is the princess longing for true love). 

Beauty and the Beast

So, I’ll be the first to admit that this trope isn’t normally for me. I absolutely understand its appeal. But it’s not for me. But this novel turns it on its head so delightfully I love it.

What is different about Howl’s Moving Castle is, first of all, the girl doesn’t go to the big scary castle against her will. She isn’t a tribute or sacrifice, and she doesn’t go there to free a kidnapped loved one. Nothing is coerced. 

This hat shop girl literally forces her way into the home of this terrifying beast (who kills girls and takes their hearts, mind you, oh and has a fire demon) because she wants to sit by the fire. Then she bullies him into letting her stay. It was hilarious as shit.

Secondly, he’s not a dick or emotionally abusive to her. He’s just annoying lmao. He just has normal flaws!! They are comedic in contrast to his reputation and appearances. This supposed terrifying man, this lothario who seduces women, is emotionally needy, melodramatic, vain, and he avoids his problems rather than confronting them. His house is messy, and it’s not even a castle, it’s an illusion. 

The descriptions of his tantrums are so fuckn funny and you just know...this comes from a place of experience and affection on the part of the author. And yes, in an interview, the author said that she didn’t need to invent Howl’s dramatics when he got a cold, that’s just what her husband (a medievalist/academic) acted like when he was sick. She was like...I just watched him and wrote it all down.

Another comment I saw in a tag of a tumblr post was someone saying...why do you guys like this guy (Howl)? He’s a mess!

Yes! And that’s the point! His fake castle, his hair dye, his fake reputation, it is all just a slightly heightened version of what we all are. We all project a front. We curate our image. (Can you IMAGINE how insufferable Howl would be if he had instagram???) We all have insecurities, and we all sometimes want more attention and validation than we get. 

Sometimes we all want to dramatically slink around the house going ‘oh woe is me, I need a bit of attention’. And so we smile when we see Howl just go for it lmao at least I do. Because of course, despite working overtime to seem more perfect than we are, we all just want to be loved for who we authentically are.

So then of course as Sophie gets to know the real Howl, she also finds out that he is kind. He undercharges poor people for spells, he takes in an orphan and an old lady looking for a rest, and he is very protective of his fire demon, and judges people based on how nice they are to Calcifer.

And again, that’s the whole point. We humans are bundles of kind, squishy hearts, as well as flaws. And we all work overtime putting up images, but in the end, we just want to love and be loved both for our good points, and our absurd, stupid, vulnerabilities and flaws. We want to find value in the soggy human condition.

The Princess and the Frog (where in Howl is the princess and Sophie is the frog)

So, Sophie is cursed into a shape that will (according to fairy tale villain logic) prevent her from finding love. And since the character is a girl, and this book has emotional intelligence, that shape is not a frog, it is an old woman. Women are still valued by society primarily for youth, fertility, and beauty, and are put out to the pasture of invisibility and irrelevance when we get our first crow’s feet. This ‘should’ have been (if Sophie bought into all that) the end of her life, so to speak.

But the absolutely amazing thing is, being an old woman turns out to be Sophie’s secret weapon, her path to self actualization. It gives her strength and courage. She is like...oh, old women can get away with just saying whatever they feel. Oh, people have to be nice to me. And she just gains all of this confidence. Maybe too much! Lol She gets pushier and nosier and more stubborn. 

Sophie has flaws too! But Howl falls in love with her too, and again in the theme of genuine love and inner beauty, he falls in love with her just like she is. He knows she is under a spell but he doesn’t know what she ‘really’ looks like. He just falls in love with who she is.

It’s like the polar opposite of the Little Mermaid (Disney version). In that movie, Ariel loses her voice, and the prince has to get to know her in the silence. In Howl’s Moving Castle, Sophie’s voice is amplified by her curse. She just comes tromping into his house, shouting at him. And he loves her for it.

Howl needs her honesty and her clear eyed assessments. He loves that she is protective of his found family (Calcifer and Michael). (They become her family too.) And, despite her complaining, she is very protective of Howl as well. She even goes to save the woman she thinks he loves, even though she is unbearably jealous.

And in the end, his love doesn’t break the spell. Sophie herself lets go of her ‘disguise’. Her elderly persona has become the armor that she wears to give her courage and strength. It is like assistance, or an aid to her personal growth, and when she grows strong enough on her own to make the choices she wants to make, (love Howl, embrace her magic, choose her own place in life) she lets go of it.

Another subversion to the Princess and the Frog is that Howl is the princess. I just love the gender fuckery of it all. Howl is the one who yearns for true love and relentlessly pursues it. It is Howl who wears jewelry, who primps, and who colors his hair. 

Men are told that if they enjoy anything associated with the feminine, then they are not men. I hate that. I want people to be able to express their gender however they see fit in their individual ways. So to have Howl be aggressively vain and embrace the trappings of femininity and for him to also be loved and the hero, Idk I just really like that. 

Sure, in the end, the fact that he rushes out to save her without doing his hair is a sign that he’s truly in love. But that’s just because he prioritized her wellbeing over his beauty routine that day to save her life. He doesn’t stop being Howl. You get the idea that he’s still gonna be traipsing around in dangly earrings and flashy suits for the foreseeable future. I’ve noticed that on tumblr, the bisexuals have embraced him and Sophie, which is right and good.

So yeah, I love the trope subversions and the idea that we can be messy, flawed, human beings and find humor, nobility, and love in that. All of us. Even princess wizards and even (if you can believe it) eldest daughters.