#library mixtape

[thelaurenshippen]

feel like pure shit just want her back

[nikolaidelphiki]

look I know yall thinking the modern equivalent Hassian is listening to emo boy music and sure maybe to you. However consider: the Hassian *I* know is a hopeless romantic and has been listening to 90s slow jams on repeat in order to make me the perfect mixed tape

[thixcy]

‘08. So nostalgic. One of many songs requested by grammar school kids to make mixtapes for them. What did we know about this 🥴 we were bad ass kids

[polaroidblog]

“Memoria polaroid” – un blog alla radio S23E08

“Ci limitiamo a fissare ciò che è orribile e lo perdoniamo? Notiamo soltanto ma non vediamo affatto?”: sono le domande contenute nella canzone dei Library Card che apre la scaletta di questa sera, ma sono domande che in questa stagione ci stiamo facendo un po’ tutti. Tra una risposta che non troviamo e l’altra, ecco qui un’oretta di novità indiepop e indie rock, senza tralasciare gli…

[zeawesomebirdie]

Shout out to the librarian who ordered Gunsmoke season two volume two for me and, upon finding out that I just finished both MASH the show and the movie and I'm currently waiting for the book, told me she loved Goodbye, Farwell, and Amen so much that she recorded the audio onto a cassette tape so that she could listen to it whenever she wanted

[trevlad-sounds]

The mixes are starting to take of. This one has a retro synth chill vibe to it

Aural Design-Light and movement-00:00

The Overload-Low Flying Aircraft-01:22

Giants of Discovery-And it's Goodnight From The Human Race-03:47

Albin-Sommarkassetten B-10:08

Andrea Cortese-Antientropic-13:21

Virgo-Diadem-16:41

Wojciech Golczewski-Glow Part One-22:25

Mark Ellery Griffiths-Like the Passing of Summer Rain-25:04

Portopia '81-Sparkling Constellation-36:05

Timecop1983-Lost in Your Eyes (feat. Per Rinaldo)-39:47

Binaural Space + Flying Bohemian-Sunday Morning Afternoon-44:35

E Ruscha V-Sunrise/ Sacred Trigonometry-48:49

Secret Circuit-Polygono-56:59

Town & County-Intercity House-1:02:47

Metius-Second Vision-1:06:23

Sensations' Fix-Into The Memory-1:10:51

Listening Center-The Slip At Low Tide-1:13:56

RIEUX-Last to Know-1:19:48

Jon Brooks-Chloro-1:23:33

Manu Roig-Dustmote-1:26:34

[badnewswhatsleft]

lossless audio files will truly ruin you forever. like by no means am i an audiophile but theres no competition between my beautiful crisp songs freshly harvested from the cd itself and the crappy mp3s of rare unreleased tracks i had to convert from y*ut*be out of desperation 😭

[sacredglitch]

A A A A

The final scene is what I've bEEN WAITING FOR

I know daMN well they reminisced about her and all the cases they had her on...what she be like on the ones without her...

It's all I ever wanted after Carter's death. Smooches ep 14.

[bejeweledinterludes]

dean winchester dating n nsfw headcanons i dare you

love ur page n writing xx

MINORS NO LOOKIE !!! I MEAN IT !!!

you have one ( 1 ) new message from the author ! ↓

OHHHHHH FUCK YES! CHALLENGE ACCEPTED !!! YEAH I’M LOCKIN’ IN FOR THIS ONE. QUICK EVERYONE SAY ‘THANK YOU ANON’ ��️‼️‼️

— ⌈ dating + nsfw edition: dean x reader headcanons that are way too specific but very important TO ME! ⌋

『 part 3 of @bejeweledinterludes’ headcanon series. 』

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dating dean winchester headcanons.

> i am a firm believer that if dean winchester ever were to seriously, hardcore, actually date someone, they would have been his friend first.

maybe you were a fellow hunter, or someone he crossed paths with frequently time and time again— so much so that it almost seemed like fate herself kept bringing the two of you together.

you’d been dean’s friend for years before you finally realized that ‘hey, maybe this guy i’d definitely and gladly die for should be more than just my friend’. little did you know that dean felt the same exact way.

> both you and dean’s feelings all spilled out to each other in the wee hours of the morning on a particularly vulnerable hunt, just you two.

knowing dean long enough to know he didn’t do ‘love’, you’d stated outright that you didn’t have to be too serious about the whole boyfriend-girlfriend thing— but he surprised you with the notion that he did want a serious relationship with you.

and after another little while— and a lot more talking, you and dean started dating. you didn’t go on too many actual dates— you all were too busy saving the world all the freakin’ time, but it didn’t bother you one bit. because you were with dean. and that’s what mattered to you.

> dean holds the door for you. this started long before you both had even thought about dating each other— it started on one of the first cases you had ever worked with him.

dean and sam, with their stupid freakishly long legs, had made it to the door of the coroner’s office much quicker than you ever could— and while sam went in, dean stayed and propped the door open for you. it should have been much more awkward than it was, but somehow, it wasn’t. and that summed up a lot of experiences with dean over the years.

> dean sleeps closest to the door when he sleeps with you in the same bed as him. always. doesn’t matter if you’re in a motel room, or even in the bunker, he picks the side of the bed closest to the door. he says he just likes it more— but you know the real reason. it’s so no threats could get to you first if something were to get past the door.

> you both love music. you had a vinyl collection long before you even met dean, but its one of the very first things you bonded over— and still do, to this day. and each christmas starting years ago, you exchanged mixtapes as your gift to each other. you still do now, though— and it has much more meaning than it did before, too.

> dean is always touching you. i believe that man is touch starved beyond belief— and he’s so incredibly insecure about it.

he’d talked about it with you long before you started dating— a whispered confession as you were saying goodbye because you both had to part ways again.

“i think i have a touch problem,” dean’s voice had been barely audible against you as he hugged you tighter than he’d ever had, but you still heard it. and you told him that wanting physical touch wasn’t a bad thing— and that he could seek it out with you, if he’d like. and he appreciated that.

because he actually did seek it out one night after a solo hunt he’d gone on, when you’d started living in the bunker. dean trudged down the steps like the weight of the world was on his shoulders—let’s be honest here, when didn’t he feel like that— and without saying a word, he just dropped his bag on the map table, walked over to you in the library, and just hugged you. and… wouldn’t let go. like at all. not that you minded, though. you just hugged him back.

you didn’t know how long you both stayed like that until you convinced him to come to bed with you— but you held him the entire night in the sheets, reassuring him over and over that you were fine with it.

> speaking of, dean is completely comfortable around you. he’s free to be purely just… himself. because while sam just rolls his eyes at every joke and half-smiles, dean’ll catch you with a real smile on your face— and usually trying to stifle a laugh. or better yet, you’ll make a joke of your own with him sometimes.

same with talking. dean talks a lot with you— and you just listen. he’ll yap your ear off about the movie he’d rewatched in the dean cave, or retell the story of how he killed hitler, but you don’t mind. you never did. you listened and offered the right words back to him.

he’ll talk about his feelings once in a while, too. and you know it’s because dean feels safe enough to do it around you— because you don’t judge him or view him differently. never once have you denied a conversation with him. and you never will.

now for some . . .

dean winchester nsfw headcanons.

(and if you’d like actual dean smut, i have my own right here for ya)

> no matter who initiates sex first, dean always makes you cum before he does. you already knew going in that he was already ultra-considerate— and the same thing goes when it comes to sex.

and believe me, you’ve tried countless times to get him off first for once— but you’re met with a forceful ‘no’ before you’re pushed back against the sheets, and dean takes care of you with his mouth and fingers first.

or if he’s already inside you, dean purposefully makes sure you come apart on him before he even thinks about cumming himself. not only does he like to guide you through your orgasm, but he loves to watch the way your face scrunches up when you’re fluttering on his dick, all because of him.

> after a while of dating, though, dean realized that he also likes cumming with you— at the exact same time. it doesn’t happen as often, and its usually after a few initial rounds. but he loves the feeling of groaning into your mouth and skin as he spills into you while you spill all over him.

> dean also holds your hand a lot when he fucks you, or you fuck him— whether its your fingers interlocked with his when he rails you into the mattress, or you grasping onto his hand when you ride him, holding on for dear life.

and you like it just as much as he does, if not more. it amplifies the intimacy— the bond between both of you.

> one thing about mr. dean winchester… he is not a quiet man in bed. he’ll groan right into your ear while he pounds into you, or choke out praises and swears against your skin as you ride him— he’s not silent at any point (but honestly, neither are you).

> speaking of positions… dean has a lot of favorite positions for you both to be in, but most, if not all of his favorites are the ones where he can see your face. because he loves the way your face and eyebrows scrunch together from pleasure when he’s making you feel good, knowing it’s all because of him.

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[youchangedmedestiel]

After Cas is rescued from the Empty and him and Dean start getting together.

Dean lets himself flirt freely but Cas still doesn't get it all the time. After another fail, Dean thinks Cas needs some teaching time.

"No wonder you thought you couldn't have me." Dean mumbles to himself as he drags Cas to the library. "Sit there." And Cas obliges while he watches Dean disappear in another part of the room. A few seconds later, he comes back with a pile of books in his hands.

"I've read those." Cas says.

"You've read Chuck's books?" Dean asks, surprised.

"Not really, Metatron did and gave me the cultural knowledge of everything he read or watched." Cas explains.

"Great, it'll be faster then." Dean answers, sitting next to Cas. He opens a book and looks for a specific page, definitely focused considering he's wearing his serious face. "There!" He points at a sentence. "Read this."

"That's what you told me when you discovered I was a virgin." Cas realizes. He remembers those simple times when he just wanted revenge on Raphael.

"Yes, read it again!" Dean insists. Cas is confused but does as told. Then he looks up at Dean, puzzled. "Cas, come on. You don't see it?"

"I'm not sure what you're referring to, Dean." Cas remarks.

"I was flirting with you here. Come on, it's so obvious. There's hundreds of examples like that in those." Dean says, tapping on the pile of books. "Also not in those. Like the mixtape and - and me worrying about you all the time." Dean feels his cheeks turn a slight shade of pink, as he notices the way Cas is looking at him. "What?" Dean asks, frowning at Cas smiling.

"Thank you, Dean." Cas says, gaze tender and his hand touching Dean's softly.

"For what?" Dean wonders, his cheeks more pink now.

"For showing me how you flirt with me." Cas shifts on his chair and leans closer to Dean.

"Ain't nothing." Dean replies, pressing Cas's hand in his. After a moment, he adds, "Cas, you know, there are two things I know for certain?"

"No, tell me." Cas replies, winking exaggeratedly. Dean rolls his eyes, but smiles anyway.

"One, Bert and Ernie are gay. Two, I'm gonna keep flirting with you. For the rest of my life." Dean states proudly. It owes him a smile back from his angel and a soft kiss on the lips.

"And I'll try to understand it." Cas replies, and Dean laughs, a full body one, before kissing Cas back.

[wishicouldkeepconcentration]

☆ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 – 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐄

☆☆☆☆

☆ smelling amortentia for the first time

☆ using magic, making it an everyday habit

☆ the first quidditch practice

☆ getting ready + preparing for the yule ball

☆ trying butterbeer

☆ sitting by the fireplace in the common room

☆ wearing my house’s colours

☆ decorating my dorm

☆ being the sassiest version of myself, finding confidence

☆ taking the hogwarts express for the first time

☆ first dada class, literally gonna be my hyperfixation for days and my friends won't understand

☆ late-night deep talks with my dormmates

☆ seeing seamus blow his cauldron up literally every day

☆ seeing my friends for the first time

☆ enveloping mattheo in the biggest embrace as soon as i get there

☆ being involved in the preparations of the twins’ pranks

☆ no. technology.

☆ mixtapes, vinyl records, cameras and polaroids

☆ living in the same century as freddie mercury and marc bolan??? like hello, why wouldn’t i want that???

☆ seeing bowie live

☆ muggle london and diagon alley tours

☆ trying travelling by the knight bus

☆ visiting the library for the first time

☆ studying in the greenhouses with enzo

☆ sending letters via owls

☆ showing my friends and mattheo muggle music

☆ dragging mattheo along to concerts

☆ meeting my gay uncles <3

☆ mattheo leaving little notes in my pockets

☆ stealing mattheo’s slytherin hoodies and sweaters

☆ arithmancy, and silly prof trelawney in divination

☆ feeling the night breeze in the astronomy tower

☆ getting high with my little group of slytherin friends in the astronomy tower

☆ confusing everyone by how i knew this would happen

☆ victory parties

☆ playing wizard's chess with ron

☆ deep talks with and comforting mattheo

☆ movie nights with a projector and bedsheets hung on the wall

☆ the portraits. def gonna be staring at them the first few days like i’ve gone mad

☆ broom closet rendezvous

☆☆☆☆

[star-my]

BTS Fic Recs ☆ Tumblr (i)

These are all available on tumblr as of April 2024. Some are likely crossposted on ao3 as well.

~Ao3 RECS HERE~ ~Recs (ii)~ ~Recs (iii)~

Almost all are complete works, those with “+” after WC are incomplete. Most are BTS x (F!)Reader.

Most of these are Mature or Explicit (usually because of smut) ~ mdni ~ italicized titles rated G or T ~ Please read responsibly

If any authors tagged here wish to be removed/untagged, please lmk! | Shoutout to @ggukkiereads who does an amazing job creating rec lists, which helped me find many of these fics

F2L = friends to lovers ; E2L = enemies to lovers ; FE2L = frenemies to lovers ; R2L = rivals to lovers ; BFB = best friend's brother ; BBF = brother's best friend etc

OT7/Multi

☆ BTS Reactions by @dreamescapeswriting | SFW + NSFW |

☆ BTS Scenarios by @btsjfans | SFW + NSFW |

☆ BTS Scenarios by @bulletproofwhalien | NSFW + SFW |

☆ BTS Scenarios by @salvejoon | SFW + NSFW |

☆ BTS Scenarios by @sunshine-and-bangtan | SFW + NSFW |

☆ Desperado Series by @heartbeatan | Mafia AU | PJM, JJK, KTH (in progress) | 60-160k(+) each

☆ The Company series by @btsmakesmehappy | Agent AU | 25-37k(+) each (in progress)

☆ Mafia BTS Reactions by @ninetailedfoxmanchi | Mafia AU (+Yandere AU) |

☆ #CodeBTS series by @yminie | Mafia AU | 1-12k each

Kim Namjoon

☆ The Ghost in Apartment 1403 series by @notsoguiltykpop | Ghost AU, Supernatural AU, Roommate AU? | ?k

☆ beauty & the bookworm by @jungshookz | E2L Library AU, Uni AU | 20k

☆ la vie en bonsai by @jungshookz | S2F2L Neighbours AU, Baker AU | 38k

☆ The Seven Nights series by @theunknowncryptid | SMAU, Mafia AU | 13k

☆ real magic by @heretobbtstrash | S2F2L Single Parent AU, Coffee Shop AU, Coworkers AU | 17k

Kim Seokjin

☆ {Unavailable}

Min Yoongi

☆ Take One by @untaemedqueen | Pornstar AU | 24k

☆ The Deal series by @untaemedqueen | Mafia AU | ?k

☆ suit & tie by @jungshookz | CEO AU, Office AU, Coworkers AU, PA AU | 21k + drabbles

☆ hellish by @jungshookz | E2L Demon AU, Roommate AU | 22k

☆ strike a chord by @snackhobi | S2L Pianist AU, Bar AU | 16k

☆ straight shooter by @snackhobi | F2L/E2L Cyberpunk AU, Dystopian AU | 14k

☆ devil with the mint hair series by @theharrowing | E2FWB Brother's BFF AU, Stoner AU | 11k+

☆ a wager of lords and love by @hisunshiine | S2L Historical AU, Arranged Marriage AU | 7k

☆ daechwita by @chemicalpink | Daechwita AU, Assassin AU | 10k

☆ stay by @luffles424 | Daechwita AU, Assassin AU | 3k

☆ daechwita by @se0kie | Daechwita AU | 4k

☆ make me proud by @moonscriptsx | Established Relationship AU, Canon Idol-verse | 6k

☆ by its cover by @kittae | S2L Cat Dad AU | 2k

☆ misfortunately, yours by @sor-vette | S2F2L Dark Fae AU, Dark Fantasy AU | 32k

☆ mixtape by @jungblue | F2L Uni AU, Radio AU | 15k

☆ cyberslut by @kimnjss | SMAU, Uni AU, Fboy AU | ?k

☆ alive aha fxck by @softyoongiionly | F2L Neighbours AU, Vampire AU | 43k

☆ a brew of wings by @inkedtae | S2F2L Dragon AU, Witch AU | 10k

☆ fury of their scales by @kpopisthereasonihavenolife | Dragon AU | 18k

☆ inheritance series by @jincherie | Hybrid AU | 21k

☆ tuxedo series by @whatifyoulivelikethat | Cat(-shifter?) AU, Roommates AU | ft JJK | 49k+

☆ Assuage series by @btsqualityy | Omegaverse AU, Werewolf AU | ?k

☆ show by @httpjeon | Pw/oP ft BTS | 2k

☆ drip by @here2bbtstrash | Pw/oP | 5k

Jung Hoseok

☆ midnight confessions by @snackhobi | BFF2L Coworkers AU, Office AU, Buzzfeed Unsolved AU | 27k

☆ the bride of ashmedai by @jeonggukingdom | Demon AU, Arranged Marriage AU | 13k

Park Jimin

☆ The Bird Cage series + The Lion's Den series by @untaemedqueen | S2L Mafia AU | ?k

☆ Set It Off series by @btsqualityy | Mafia AU | ?k

☆ the hunt by @httpjeon | Shifter AU, Fantasy AU | 8k

☆ lovebug by @httpjeon | Hybrid AU | 12k

Kim Taehyung

☆ Pied Piper by @untaemedqueen | Mafia AU, Established Relationship AU | 10k

☆ maybe i do series by @chateautae | Arranged Marriage AU, Chaebol AU, CEO AU | 410k + drabbles

☆ kinda hot by @kimnjss | BFF2L SMAU, Uni AU, Fboy AU | ?k

☆ nip it in the bud by @opaljm | Brother's BFF AU, Piercing AU | 10k

☆ heatwave series by @curly-bangtan | F2L Roommate AU | 12k

☆ under the covers by @jessikahathaway | Agent AU | 23k

Jeon Jungkook

☆ heavy lifting by @snackhobi | Coworkers AU | 13k

☆ Miss Vagabond by @bubblesuga | F2L Gamer AU | 8k

☆ blizzard by @curly-bangtan | S2L Roommates AU | 16k

☆ Sparkle by @btsmosphere | F2L Roommates AU | 3k

☆ Hands-On Learning series by @ladyartemesia | Uni AU | 5k

☆ kiss it better by @jincherie | Uni AU, Sports AU, Cheer AU | 12k

☆ ghosts just wanna have fun by @sugaxjpg | Ghost AU, Supernatural AU, Uni AU | ft MYG + KTH | 20k

☆ tell me your secrets (i'm all ears) by @jinpire | Uni AU, Hybrid AU | 7k

☆ under the bridge by @jincherie | Hybrid AU | 11k

☆ Swipe right by @ppersonna | BFF2L Tinder AU | 9k

☆ overtime by @cupofteaguk | CEO AU, Office AU, PA AU, Coworkers AU | 12k

☆ I won't stop you series by @imsarabum | Vampire AU, Fantasy AU, Office AU, Coworkers AU, CEO AU, PA AU | ?k

☆ life eternal by @jungkookiebus | Fae AU | 9k

☆ hotter than hell series by @chateautae | Demon AU | 136k

☆ Hellblazer series by @jungkookiebus | Demon AU, Constantine AU | ?k

☆ agent of love series by @ppersonna | SMAU, Agent AU | ?k+

☆ strawberry kisses series by @kimnjss | SMAU, Brother's BFF AU, Tinder AU | ?k

☆ drag me down (to hell) series by @kimvtae | Mafia AU, Single Parent AU | 58k (abandoned)

☆ Concealed Weapon by @gimmesumsuga | Mafia AU, Husband AU | 10k

☆ hate sex by @yeoreos | FWB Pw/oP | 4k

Overall Favourite Authors (If I recc'd all their works like I want to/more than I have, I'd have to make this series even longer >.<)

☆ @bonvoyagenoona's masterlist

☆ @chateautae's masterlist

☆ @flowerwrites06's masterlist

☆ @here2bbtstrash's masterlist

☆ @hollyhomburg's masterlist

☆ @icyhobi's masterlist

☆ @jungshookz's masterlist

☆ @justcallmenikki7's masterlist

☆ @kpopfanfictrash's masterlist

☆ @ladyartemesia's masterlist

☆ @luxekook's masterlist

☆ @magicalsalamander's masterlist

☆ @yminie's masterlist

☆ @yoonia's masterlist

[vlc-official]

did you know you can use an usb optical drive and a program like k3b to rip your favorite audio cds to a digital file format? you can then create your own personal digital library, and even burn your own mixtapes/playlists!

[sageispunk]

Fontaine NSFW Alphabet 🖤

pairing: Fontaine x black! (fem) reader

wordcount: 4.7k (def the longest thing i've written so far)

warnings: besides a mention of gunplay (letter R-risk), i have no warnings for you <3

A/N: inspired by finally rewatching TCT after a few months of avoiding it LOL but feel free to follow my sideblog @sageispunklibrary and turn on notifs to be updated when i post!!

a: aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Fontaine is so much more gentle afterwards than you’d expected. He’s really just a big ass teddy bear–once he’s satisfied with the amount of orgasms the both of you have totaled up for the night, he cleans you up and then himself, bringing you a glass of ice cold water (you had to get him to invest in a water filter for his fridge) and maybe a quick snack before letting you rest on his chest. The two of you tend to play either one of your comfort shows until you fall asleep, or an old-school r&b mixtape is playing in the CD player with all the lights out. Either way, your ear is comfortably resting directly above his thumping heart while his fingers massage gentle circles into your scalp, his soft lips leaving kisses on your forehead as you snuggle into him. 

b: body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part of himself would be his arms, halfway due to all the work he’s put into building them, and halfway due to your own love for them. Nothing would make him feel more like a bad bitch than the way you’d watch him lifting from across the street, on your own porch, half-pretending to read one of your newest library loans. When you’d accidentally make eye-contact, he would continue with his set, almost cockily nodding his head up at you, grinning on the inside at the way your bottom lip was firmly held between your teeth. Your own eyes wide and fully taking in the sight of his sweaty body, especially those arms that were so big and so strong, and always kept your body glued to his in those late night moments of passion that you shared.

His favorite body part of yours was your tummy. When you first moved into the neighborhood, he couldn’t help but notice your natural inclination to have your belly out, in a crop top, in a bandeau, a bikini top–every time you stepped out the house, he would fight mental battles to keep his dick down in his sweats. You looked so soft, with your lil rolls and faded stretch marks, not to mention the perfect piece of silver jewelry that you kept on your belly button. When you first started hanging out, you couldn’t help but notice his eyes always lingering on your tummy, and for a moment, it made you slightly self-conscious about it. That is, until you became closer, physically, and he would show you just how much he loved your body, with his big fingers caressing your soft skin as he traced your stripes, and his lips laying gentle kisses along each curve..It was his favorite place to rest and worship.

c: cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Fontaine cums a lot. Like, a lot. You sometimes joke about getting a glass to see if he could fill it to the top. (He brushes you off but you’ll wear him down one day). He prefers to cum inside of you though, so both of you can feel his release, and especially so he can watch it all drip out of you when you’re too exhausted to move. It’s his way of claiming you, marking his territory in a sense (and he couldn’t wait until your birth control was ready to come out of your arm, just so he could watch his seed grow inside of you). His second favorite spot to cum was on your lower belly, after a good session of fucking you hard and deep with your feet touching the headboard, making you squirt over and over again until neither of you could take it anymore. He’d pull out, groaning and stroking furiously until his milky nut spilled out over your brown skin, rubbing it in with his sensitive tip as he empties out. (Bonus points if you swipe all his cum up with your fingers and stick them in your mouth, swallowing it all down while he watches you–he’d be ready to go again right after that).

d: dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Fontaine’s dirty secret is his foot fetish. He’s not super freaky about it, but he does loveee to rub on your feet when you rest your legs across his lap, and suck on your toes anytime he has you laid back with your legs on his shoulders. And when you realize he loves your cute lil feet so much, you start letting him pick out the color every time you go to the salon, which gets him even more excited to play with your feet. He knows you’re ticklish so he tries not to mess around too much, but he does love to watch you squirm as his tongue wiggles itself between toes, knowing that you could feel each spark of electricity running all the way from your feet directly to your throbbing pussy. 

 e: experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s experienced, like look at him, he’s had his fair share of slutting it up, but the two of you don’t talk about your past flings or relationships because they’re irrelevant, plus you both tend to get a little jealous. You’re glad for his experience though, because there hasn’t been a time where you’ve fucked and you were left without an orgasm–he typically makes you cum about two or three times before he even does. He likes to take care of you, and he knows how to take his time to study your body and pay attention to what makes you completely unravel for him, and if you have to thank all the lovely women he was with before you for all the dutiful patience he has with you, then you will. Hypothetically.

f: favorite position (this goes without saying)

Fontaine’s favorite position is cowgirl. He loves to watch you take control, to show him how much you want it. He can also see everything in this position, except your ass of course, but he makes up for that by having at least one hand firmly planted on a cheek the whole time, roughly slapping it every now and then. He can never make up his mind when it comes to watching you ride him, eyes wandering everywhere–from your pleasure-ridden face and scrunched up eyebrows, to your breasts bouncing and swaying in his face, hard nipples and beautiful dark areolas damn near making him drool down his chin, that soft tummy he loves so much, jiggling with every movement you make on top of him, and lastly–that sopping wet cunt of yours. His eyes watch your pussy swallow him whole, covering every inch of his throbbing length in your juices and cream, the stickiness dripping down onto him and coating his own trimmed base, the sounds emanating from where you meet downright filthy and almost pornographic. You love to tease him in this position, especially once you prop yourself up on your feet with your hands on his shoulders, riding slow and watching his eyes get lower as he gets closer. He tries his hardest to keep his legs from shaking, especially once you start bouncing and teasing only his tip, with a drunken grin on your face. Another reason he loves this position so much is because he can so quickly snatch that power right back from you, especially in moments like these. Planting his feet down on the mattress and gripping onto your waist, he begins thrusting up into you like there’s no tomorrow, immediately pulling screams and cries out of you and demanding that you keep your teary eyes on him the entire time. 

g: goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It depends on the mood tbh. Usually he’s more serious and quite determined to get you there, mind focused on you and your pleasure…but there will always going to be moments where the two of you try out a new position and it’s not going very well, or you’re a bit too pent up and trying to blindly undress while making out and your faces collide in a rather unpleasant way…moments like these are where he’s more likely to get a little goofy with you, smiling and chuckling at the silliness of it all. These are probably the most intimate times you have with him.

h: hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Ngl, before he met you, he was just letting it all grow out how it wanted to, thick curly pubes spreading down from his happy trail—which you love to tickle and kiss on—but he started trimming down there, not wanting the hair to get in your way when you’re busy blowing his mind away, literally. Sometimes you think he’s figured out that you actually love the way his pubes slightly tickle your nose when you get all the way down to the base. 

i: intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Fontaine is very intimate, especially when the two of you are alone, in the comfort of his or your home. He always has to be touching on you—rubbing, caressing, massaging, kissing. And it’s 10x worse when you’re in the bed. Once you’ve passed the foreplay and teasing stage of your nightly passions, he can’t stand for your body to be separated from his. His big body enveloped yours, especially when he was on top, closing you in and creating a warm, safe barrier from the outside world. Holding your hands as he pinned them against the pillows, stroking deep into you with a strong and unbeatable rhythm. Eye-contact is huge for him as well, at any time of the day, in any position. Your beautiful brown eyes never failed to hypnotize him, sending him into a trance in which his only duty was to leave you shaking and spent on his bed. 

j: jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Generally, he doesn’t masturbate much, he’s too busy trying to take care of business most of the time. But since you started sending daily pics to his phone of you…after your showers, in bed, during a bath, nearly anywhere you could show a lil extra skin…He never cared for having a smartphone, other than the fact that everyone had one these days, but you made a habit of texting him spontaneous nudes, he knew there was no going back. At this point, you’ve damn near Pavlov’d him with the buzzing of his phone, once he saw your name in the notifications, his dick began to harden almost immediately. It was becoming a problem, he’d have to dip out of wherever he was just to calm himself down. Driving to an empty parking lot or a quiet alley to release his frustrations into his palm, half angry at you for teasing him while you knew he was busy, but also at himself for being so weak for you. When you gave him the bright idea to get you back by sending his own vids in response…there was no turning back for either of you. And when he really wants to fuck with you, he’ll take the sound off the video before he sends, knowing how frustrated you’d get at seeing him spill his nut all over his fingers and lap without all his beautiful grunts and moans. 

k: kink (one or more of their kinks)

Fontaine’s top favorite kinks: edging and breeding. With edging, he loves to be both on the receiving and giving ends with you. There’s no better feeling than when he can order you to keep your hands behind your back as you lie against your soft down pillows, while he kneels between your legs, alternating between teasing your skin with the tip of his tongue, sucking on your precious, sensitive clit, and notching his digits deep inside you to stimulate your g-spot. Never letting you cum immediately, cockily grinning and basking in your oh-so-eager cries to let go, all over his face and fingers. When the roles are reversed, he tends to get frustrated, with you, with himself, with the whole damn situation, but god, does it make the orgasm so much better when it finally comes. He gives up full control to you, allowing you to take him however you wanted–your favorite ways to edge him are with your mouth, your soft, plump lips firmly wrapped around the tip of his dick while you play with his full and heavy balls, removing all touch every time he gets too close; or when you’re on top, making good use of your gym-built Megan Knees with some speedy but rhythmic bouncing on his dick, taking in the sounds of both your gushing pussy and Fontaine’s breathy whines from underneath you.

l: location (favorite places to do the do)

Besides either of your homes, his favorite place to fuck you is his car. He loves the riskiness of it all, the possibility of getting caught in the back of his old-school Pontiac with his face buried deep in your pussy. In broad daylight. When he’s driving you around town, his hand is always on your thigh, and if you happen to be wearing one of those short skirts that you like to prance around in…there’s no keeping his deft fingers from traveling in between your thighs. And when he brings those same fingers, now glistening with your sticky release, straight to his mouth with his eyes focused on yours…the look on your face is what tells him that he needs to pull over immediately. In the backseat, no position is off limits, he makes the space work for the both of you. If no one is kneeling between the other’s legs, then you’re using your flexibility to get into cowgirl–regular and reverse–or doggy style with your ass tooted all the way up and your face in the seats, or even the infamous spider position (that one is guaranteed to bring some giggles out of you). 

m: motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

What gets him going is your voice. That’s all he needs, really. That and your face. When you send him selfies and little audio messages to update him on your day, he can’t help but to smile, immediately feeling the burden of his work falling off of his shoulders. If alone, he’d shuffle in his sweats, adjusting his length, which was hardening at the thought of just being there with you. Don’t even get him started on the racy lewds you’d send him with invisible ink…immediately excusing himself to the restroom to take care of it. In person, he’s the same way– constantly staring at your face as you speak, holding strong eye contact and observing all your features and mannerisms. At first, you thought it was him trying to intimidate you or make you shy, but you realized that it’s just what gets him all revved up, you get him all amped up, simply by existing as you are.

n: no (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Fontaine wouldn’t do anything that could genuinely harm you or possibly send you to the hospital. He’s typically more resistant to trying new things but anything you would want to try, as long as it’s safe for the both of you, he would.

o: oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Oh he loveeees to give, being able to look up at you as he makes you shake and quiver with just his lips and tongue is what gets him going throughout the day. The first time he ate you out, you watched with wide eyes as he ravenously slurped and sucked on your lower lips and swollen clit, with fingers simultaneously manipulating all your inner spots. You came in under a minute and once the vision was restored in your eyes, you realized you’d never let that man go. When it comes to him receiving, he pretends not to love the intense teasing you enjoy giving him, but deep down it's his favorite part. The power and confidence that spreads across your face as you watch him gasping and shuddering under your tongue and fingers is something he loves to witness. Another thing that gives him life is when you get bold enough to take him all the way down your throat, holding it there and letting the gagging sounds fill the room. When he gets you to look up at him with a mouthful of dick and a chin dripping a sinful mix of spit and precum, your eyes all low and watery…he knows that you're his and he’s yours. 

p: pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

This also depends on the mood. The fast and rough Fontaine is typically reserved for moments in which he needs to release lots of stress or frustration, or he knows that you need to after a long day. He does a great job of roughing you up when he’s like this, gripping and grabbing onto any part of you just to keep you close to him, your ass, your tits, your hair…there was even that one time he pulled you closer with a hand on your pussy. This Fontaine is a bit of a sadist, he revels in the sounds of you begging and whining, finding great pleasure in the way your entire body would shudder when he spanked your bare ass. You beg him to go faster, harder, deeper, with a hand around your throat, or two. He always obliges, never stopping until the both of you are emptied and nearly passed out. Slow and sensual Fontaine is the one that shows up when he just needs you and your love. These are his more intimate times, both his hands finding solace someplace on your body while his eyes are firmly locked in on your own brown orbs. He loves to watch your face while he strokes deep inside you, his hips moving in slow, intricate waves as they search to locate every pleasure spot within your sugar walls.

q: quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Fontaine isn’t really one for quickies, unless it’s one of your midday car adventures. Any other time, if you both were that needy to get nasty, you’d just cancel on whatever you were going to do, and if you were already out, then you’d simply go home. He just loves to take his time with you so rushing through a quickie isn’t something he particularly enjoys. If anything, he would let the sexual frustration between you build up until you’re back home, so everything hits 10x better with that extra tension that needs to be released. 

r: risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Fontaine is game to experiment with you most of the time, even if he is a bit hesitant. After all, you were the one that introduced him to bondage, gentle femdom, anal…and possibly even pegging (if ur into that🫣). All of which he’s enjoyed. The biggest risk he ever took with you was indulging your slight gun kink. You’d been interested in gunplay long before you met him but you never wanted to buy your own gun, nor did you date anyone with guns. When you saw his piece the first time, the dark, cold metal tucked carefully into his waistband, he could already see the raw curiosity behind your eyes. He had to teach you gun safety of course, during which he was the most serious you’d ever seen him. You set up boundaries with each other, like you always do when introducing something new in your bedroom, and once he felt that both of you were ready, he was happy to oblige you. (There is a continuation of this on Ao3).

s: stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Fontaine has great stamina, compared to most that you’ve slept with. On average, he can hold his own nut off to make you cum at least two or three or maybe even four times before he does, then once he cums, he can go 1 more time almost immediately after, especially if you’re still up and ready for more. Usually, the sex lasts for at least a couple hours, given both his and your love for foreplay. There was one night that you both had been so pent up, you managed to fuck until the sun literally came up, with small breaks in between each round of course. Still, it was the longest you'd ever had sex, and you both spent the whole day sleeping off your soreness.

t: toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Fontaine doesn’t own any toys of his own, he’s considered getting a cock ring for foreplay, but hasn’t made the purchase yet. However, he does love to use your toys on you whenever you’re at your place. The rose and dick combo for when he wants you crying and twitching, the dildo for when his own dick is recovering but you still wanna cum, your cute pink buttplug that he’ll make you wear while he trains your throat…He is not a man who’s afraid of using toys on his partner, at all. Hell, he’s even let you use your wand on his dick and balls, granted…he was tied to the bed and couldn’t do much about it, but the nut that came from it was something out of this world. 

u: unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh, he’s a huge tease. Back to you guys exchanging nudes, he’s grown to love sending his own pics and vids of himself, stroking and cumming and groaning your name, especially when you’re away and busy with work or school. And if you’ve been particularly unfair with him lately, you can almost guarantee that he’ll send you something with either the end of the video cut off, or the audio off, just to get you ramped up. One time, you were on a trip with your girls, away for only three days, which was apparently too much for Fontaine. In the middle of the second night, he wanted you to call for a nice little facetime session, but you were out in a bar with your friends, unaware of the multitude of messages and calls hitting your phone. 

When you’d arrived back at the hotel, you opened up the messages and noticed one of the last ones was a video, about 5 minutes long, followed by a goodnight text. Once your friends were asleep, you snuck away to the bathroom to watch the video. He was in his car, phone held in front of him while his other hand stroked his dick. You bit your lip watching, slipping your own hand into your pajama shorts to match his own movements with gentle circles around your clit. Your eyes shifted from his dick to his slightly exposed tummy and happy trail to his plump lips at the top of the screen. He spoke so many dirty things while he jerked off for you, seemingly rambling on about what he wanted to do to you, with you, in and on you…and what he wanted you to do to him. How good you make him feel, how much he misses you, how he hopes you’re not having too much fun without him. 

By the 4 minute mark, both of you were already close, trembling and desperate for a release, but you held off yours so you cum at the same time as he did on the video. The end was nearing and you didn’t know how long you could hold it off for, but the pitch of his voice was elevating so you knew he was close. You cursed as the time reached 4:35, only ten seconds left and he still hasn’t cum. He moaned out a few curses himself before a breathy I love you escaped his lips, the three words immediately causing your body to jerk. You kept your eyes glued to the screen as your fingers continued circling quickly, wanting to see him spill all over his fingers so you could cum too. You heard that familiar gasp he always does before he cums, but just as soon as that final excitement rose, it crashed, the video ending and your orgasm fading away too quickly for you to catch up. 

v: volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Fontaine is not much of a loud lover until you’re in control. He’s nowhere near quiet, but any other time, he’s more focused on making you scream, his own moans getting lost in your sounds. When he’s under your reign and domination, he’s damn near transformed into an opera singer. He’s loudest when you’re edging him, and especially once you let him cum after so many missed orgasms. Deep, feral groans turn into whiny moans, which turn into cries and breathy pleading for you to give him relief. You love it when he sings for you, and he knows it. That’s why he never holds back, regardless of whichever roles you two are playing. 

w: wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Using this to expand on his breeding kink from earlier. As stated before, one of Fontaine’s top kinks is breeding. He loves cumming inside of you, and even though you use birth control, he can’t help but imagine you pregnant and full of his child each time. He loves to watch his nut drip out of you, just for the visual proof that you’re all his, but something he loves more is to fuck it all back inside of you, with his fingers or his dick, it doesn’t matter. When he’s in it, he can’t help but taunt you with all the dirty thoughts floating around in his head. Whispering in your ear about whether or not your silly little pill is strong enough to beat all the cum he’s leaving deep inside you, asking you about baby names, where you should look for a new house, and how much you want to go shopping for maternity clothes…By the end, there’s nothing on your mind but the fact that you would look so pretty with a full, round belly to show everyone around town that you belong to him, and him only. 

x: x-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

We already know Taine is thick…thick thighs, a lil belly and some strong ass arms. He’s also fairly hairy, which isn’t a surprise considering his full beard and mustache. I’d also like to imagine him as being at least 6ft, so big and tall and strong enough to pick you up and throw you across the room. His dick…is thick but not so much that it hurts to get your lips around it, and it’s about 7, 7.5 inches fully hard, so not too big and not too small. It’s mostly evenly toned, dark brown with a slightly darker head. (Honestly, I’m gonna stop here because I’m feeling very depraved writing these details LMAO just imagine his dick how you want it).

y: yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Fontaine’s sex drive wasn’t crazy high till he met you, then he quickly learned to match your energy. When he’s busy with work, he has to literally avoid his phone so he doesn’t think too much about you, because you’re a distraction, sexually and non-sexually. Especially if you’re sending him your little pics and voice notes throughout the day, once he catches a glimpse of your face or hears your voice, there’s almost no stopping him from daydreaming about the two of you the night before, dick growing uncomfortably hard in his jeans, causing him to excuse himself from everyone. 

z: zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn’t fall asleep that quickly afterwards especially if he was the one doing the domming, mostly because he tries to make sure you’re all comfortable and taken care of before he even lays down. Now, if you were the one wearing him out, you just let him lie down and relax while you clean up. Either way, once you’re both clean and refreshed, cuddling and relaxing with a fan and music playing, you’re falling asleep nearly at the same time.

A/N: Sooooo, it's finally finished, sorry to you all who had been waiting on this for so long!!! Last semester was tough and ripped away all my motivation to write fr but I'm backkkk and I hope y'all enjoy reading this, lmk what you think in the comments and please like and reblog as well! 🫶🏾

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[starbluud]

— NOTHING BUT ARTERIES AND DIRT (YOUR FLOWERS STILL GROW IN MY VEINS)

CHAPTER ONE. to be loved (what a sick feeling)

PAIRING. prince!beomgyu x farmer!f!reader.

TW. cursing. slight blood and injury. attempted forced marriage. hunting traps. death threats. reader has a little brother named max. poor attempt at british slang/words (im from the us im sorry).

GENRE. fluff. angst. royalty!au. fantasy!au.

SUMMARY. choi beomgyu, the current prince and future king of blue hour grove, craves a change — something with substance. he yearns for something to break the monotony of his repetitive lifestyle, where he’s confined to the castle, preparing to rule for when his father steps down. all he’s ever known are books, proper etiquette, and unbearably dull balls and meetings. just a taste of something new — that’s all he asks.

so, when a chance finally arises to experience the bustling village beyond the tall white walls he’s grown to despise, he doesn’t hesitate to take it. now on the run and new to this unfamiliar world, a certain farmer piques his interest. as he breaks down this shield she has up, she begins to show him what it truly means to live. yet, with the royal family on the hunt for the missing heir, it’s only a matter of time before his dreams come crashing down.

MIXTAPE. soldier, poet, king, the oh hellos. welcome home, son, radical face. king and lionheart, of monsters and men. skinny love, bon iver. michigan, the milk carton kids. dear wormwood, the oh hellos. ghost towns, radical face. featherstone, the paper kites. wasteland, baby!, hoizer. the night we met, lord huron. white winter hymnal, fleet foxes.

NOTES. hello! sorry for taking so long to get this out. i’ve been busy with some things going on in my life and im also working on two other fanfic stories over on wattpad, too. if you’d like to read another beomgyu fic, there’s one over there along with one for eli/hawk from cobra kai. my name over there is just starblud. anyway, updates will be slow and that goes for all of my writing but i’ve been editing this part for a hot minute and decided to just go ahead and put it out. i hope you enjoy!! <3

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— BLUE HOUR GROVE has always been beautiful. It was busy little village inhabited by friendly merchants and full of life, swaddled deep in forested mountains. Small, family-owned stores lined cobblestone streets and laughter was often heard from excited children. The wilderness brought in hearty meals and rivers were lined with passing sailors. Even tunes of distant music got carried through gentle winds and by nightfall, the town would flourish in golden light and joyful chatter. Adults would pile into lively bars and fill their bellies with beer and aged wine. People would grab one another and drunkenly dance under the shining stars, giving the kingdom of Blue Hour Grove a warm sense of community and comfort.

Yet, at the top of the village’s tallest mountain sat a lonely castle. Large brick walls stood tall and watched over by hundreds of roaming guards. Empty foyers remained lonesome, overlooked by giant portraits of the royal family who lived in the silent halls, and marbled floors polished to perfection. An aura of sadness clung to the stale air and slowly began to overtake the comforting smell of old books in the library.

The prince grit his teeth and tried to focus on the words printed on the yellowing paper. It was later in the afternoon. The sky was painted in a mess of oranges, pinks, and purples as the sun began to head in for the night. Candles and lanterns around the castle were lit by the busy maids. It illuminated the corridors weakly, the rising moon providing more light than flames ever did.

Beomgyu sighed with frustration, running a hand through soft locks. He shut the book and pushed it away. Through the windows of the room, he watched the village’s oil lamp posts spark up. Distant figures mingled together along the rocky roads and he could hear the faint echoes of laughter.

He stood from his desk chair and made his way over. Brown hues brightened with curiosity as he observed the townsfolk. Underneath it, however, sat a seed of envy. To see people smile with loved ones and create meaningful connections — it caused jealousy to burn like wildfire in his gut. All he’s ever known were the confines of this lonesome building he called home.

Was it even a home? He wasn’t sure, but it was the closest thing to what ‘home’ could be. He had his family there — his mother, father, and brother at times whom he loved deeply, yes, but it never felt like he belonged. He craved sincere relationships with others. He wanted that bond he’s seen between the villagers. He wanted to experience stupid inside jokes, playful drunken banter, to laugh until he cried. These things seemed so normalized to those outside, yet Beomgyu, it was foreign. The only friend he’s ever had was his sibling. Even then, the scarce moments of fun he’s had with him were squandered immediately by his parents. To them, if you had time to relax, you had time to study.

So, to see such liveliness so close yet so far away, it left a bitter taste in his mouth.

A sudden knock on the door made him flinch. “Come in.” he spoke. It creaked open before an older woman peeked in. Penny, one of the castle’s maids and Beomgyu’s personal favorite, stepped in.

“I’m sorry to disturb you, Your Highness.” He grimaced at that title. To be called such a thing, as if he was better than any other commoner, he despised it deeply.

“I thought I said you don’t have to call me that, Penny.” He said, voice soft and laced with ease.

“A-Ah, yes, my mistake,” she swallowed thickly, “Beomgyu.” It was almost like she was scared to say it, and quite literally, she was. To imagine what would happen to her if either the king or queen heard her call the prince by his name sent a shiver down her spine.

“Is there something you need?” He asked, pulling the woman from her thoughts.

“Yes. The king and queen request your presence in the king’s office. They said it was an urgent matter.” She relayed, calloused hands laced together in front of her dress.

Beomgyu gave her a small smile and nod. “Okay. thank you. I’ll head there now.”

“Of course.” She bowed in respect before Beomgyu excused her.

He exited his library and went up the grand staircase. He walked through the plethora of sickeningly similar hallways, all cleaned to perfection and lacking any sort of personality. To an outsider, the interior of the castle would be an unsolvable maze of sorts. There were doors upon doors and dozens of rooms, yet Beomgyu knew the route like the back of his hand.

It wasn’t long until he stood at the double oak doors of his father’s study. He knocked gently and stepped in when ordered. The king was sat behind his desk, the queen stood beside him, and prince Soobin stood across.

“Beomgyu,” his father greeted and beckoned him forward. He walked up and stood next to his brother. Soobin offered him a weak smile, hidden from the eyes of their parents. The man sighed. “I apologize for calling you so late, but something important has come up that we need to discuss.” He opened a folder. “Seeing as Soobin has already wed, you are reaching the age to do so as well.” His dark hues met the prince’s.

Beomgyu felt his stomach churn in distaste. “Pardon?”

The man’s eyes narrowed at his son. “You are to be married.” He stated again, this time with more force. “We have many suitors from all over the region headed this way. Come nightfall on Saturday, a ball will be held in honor of such thing. During so, we will determine who we will benefit the most from and have you wed in preparation for when you take my position.”

Beomgyu bit down on his lip harshly, digging his teeth in until the taste of iron flooded his tastebuds. “I do not wish to be married, Father.”

“But you must. For the good of the kingdom, you must do so.” The elder ordered.

The boy shook his head. “I’m only 19, Father. I’m still learning what I’m to do when I’m given the crown and I’m no where near finished with my current studies. For me to marry so soon would be a mistake.”

The king’s aged face hardened, displeased that his decision was seen as a ‘mistake.’ “This is for the benefit of Blue Hour Grove, Beomgyu. As soon-to-be king, you need to put the welfare of the people before yours. Otherwise, the village would fall to ruins and destroy everything our ancestors worked for. Having valuable business relations would aid in the kingdom’s ever-growing wealth and prosperity. This needs to be done.”

“But I’m not fixed to be king for several more years. I do not see why this needs to be so soon. In fact, it would only hinder my preparations.” Beomgyu argued. His hands that were crossed behind his back balled into fists, his nails inflicting crescent shaped wounds into the hill of his palm.

“Hinder your preparations?” The queen gawked. “Son, this marriage would be part of your preparations.”

“How? It doesn’t make sense, Mother. For me to get wed to an heir whom I have no interest in? Whom I have no feelings for? It’s insanity.” The prince’s brows furrowed in agitation. How could they not see the flaws in this?

“It is not insanity. It is business. This is how ruling works. It does not matter how you feel about your spouse. In love or not, you will be wed and if you object any further, you will be locked away once again.” His father warned.

Beomgyu shut up quick, but his molars still gritted together. He looked away and down at his shoes. He felt the king’s sharp stare on his skin.

“You two are dismissed.”

Beomgyu sped out of the room with his brother close behind. He felt a sinking weight on his chest and it only seemed to get heavier as the seconds go by. To be married off? To be bound to someone he couldn’t care less about forever? He wanted to have relationships, but not in this way. Not where everything they had between them is fake and forced. The thought nearly made him sick.

A hand caught his elbow, making him stop suddenly. Soobin stood panting and a deep frown pulled at his lips. “Gods, Beomgyu.” He huffed. He went to chastised him for speeding down the halls, but faltered at the greif written on his sibling’s features.

“Why must I have to do this?” Beomgyu asked, meeting Soobin’s gaze. “How were you so okay with being married off without having a choice in the matter?”

Soobin felt his shoulder’s fall at his question. He paused for a moment, trying to find his words. “Because I was already in love with her.” He answered. “Miyun and I were already conversing way before we were together. We met at one of the balls Father always throws when we were adolescents and kept in touch ever since. It was only luck Mother and Father deemed her the most worthy to wed.”

“That just makes me feel worse.” Beomgyu let out a humorless laugh. “At least you love her. I’m forced to be with someone whom I have no connection with. And all for the sake of being king?” He scoffed. “I don’t even want that damned title anyway. I don’t want to be in this castle. I don’t want to attend any more boring meetings or balls full of stuck up heirs. I don’t want to carry the stress of an entire kingdom on my back everyday. I don’t want any of it, Soobin.”

Soobin felt pity wrap around his heart at the sight of his distressed brother. He understood his anger and heartbreak. Ever since they were children, Soobin knew Beomgyu didn’t belong in the cage that was royalty. There were many times where he caught his younger brother sat at the window of his room or library staring down at the town they’ve never visited. The twinkle of curiosity and admiration was evident in his irises. The boy craved to experience what life had to offer and he couldn’t do that behind these walls.

“What is it you want to do?” Soobin pondered.

Beomgyu swallowed before shrugging. “I don’t know.” He whispered. “Live?” He glanced around. “But this… being in here with so many duties and surrounded by people who scrub the floors we walk on… Meeting suitors and having to deal with those whom think they are better than others that have to work for what they need… This isn’t the life I wish to have.”

Soobin nodded. A pause went by before either of them spoke again. “I see your anger.” He said, subconsciously fiddling with his wedding band. He peeked over his shoulder at the doors they just left from before turning back. He leaned in and kept his voice low. “You don’t deserve to deal with such things that bring you distress, Beomgyu. You’ve always wanted to go out and see what the world has to offer and it’s unfair to you to be kept from that. I don’t want you to waste your life away being miserable behind these walls and married to someone whom you don’t love and care for.”

Beomgyu’s face twisted with confusion. He cocked his head slightly. “What are you trying to say?”

Soobin wet his lips quickly before letting out a breath. “I want you to leave. I want you to travel and find the things you’ve always been searching for. To make friends and cherished memories. To experience life first hand. You cannot do that here.”

Beomgyu blinked at him. “That’s not exactly possible. You are the ruler of Spring Valley. With you gone, there’s no one to take the crown when father resigns. I’m left with that responsibility.”

The eldest boy scoffed quietly. “But you don’t wish to be king. You never have.”

Beomgyu frowned. “I know.” He said.

“Then do something about it. Leave.” Soobin pushed, eyes swimming with plead. “Do this for yourself.”

Beomgyu stared at him for a second. “How? There are guards and maids everywhere and Mother and Father watch our every move. To do so would be near impossible.”

“Near.” Soobin pointed out. “But not completely. It’ll be hard, yes, but we’ll manage.”

“What do you plan on doing?” Beomgyu inquired. A wave of worry drenched him like cold water.

“Don’t worry. Leave it to me, but be ready to run by morn.” Soobin stated. His proposal puzzled the younger prince even more.

“Are you being serious? I don’t want you to get into trouble.” Beomgyu frowned.

Soobin rolled his eyes before offering a small grin. “What would Mother and Father do? I have a country to run. They cannot keep me here without alarming Spring Valley’s authorities. It would bring war between the states and that is something Father does not want.”

Beomgyu’s mouth fell open in shock. “Why would you do such a thing? Why risk the welfare of your kingdom?”

“Because you are my family. The only person in this damned place that gave me the freedom and excitement I once craved. It’s time I do the same for you.” And without another word, Soobin left. He refused to give Beomgyu any time to argue and sped off through the labyrinth of corridors.

The boy stood still in shock before realization hit him like a carriage. With a racing heart, Beomgyu sprinted to his room and locked himself inside. He grabbed a small rucksack from his walk-in closet, barely big enough to carry his necessities, and filled it with a few spare clothes, a mini sewing kit, a handful of gold coins, and a town map (one that Soobin snuck from Father’s office for him when they were kids and he’s kept it ever since.)

He stood impatiently by the window and glanced out. The village was still bright from lanterns and there were only a few people out and closing their shops. The moon now hung high in the starlit sky, baring down on the prince who’s heart pounded with anxiety and adrenaline. He’s never gone against his parents’ word. He done as he was told and hardly ever argued back, so this — running away — is entirely new to him.

However, buried deep underneath that anticipation was a small voice. It muttered softly in his ear: you’ll regret this, you’ll regret this, you’ll regret this.

It made him think. Would he regret this? Running off to learn that the world he’s dreamed of seeing since he was a child could be a nightmare — it made him nervous. Not only would he be putting himself in danger, but the people he meets as well. He’d be on the run for as long as he’s gone, so could he ever truly learn what life is like if he’s constantly looking over his shoulder?

But, as he looks out at the quiet village he’s been so envious of, the need of a difference overpowered any feeling of unease.

No, even if the outside world turned out to be terrible, he would never find it in himself to regret seeing it.

The wait for the sun to rise couldn’t have felt any longer. Beomgyu blinked, eyes still fixated on the kingdom on Blue Hour Grove since it woke hours earlier. Dark circles decorated his smooth skin and was proof of his lack of sleep. He willed himself to stay up, scared he’d miss his chance to escape if he dozed off.

A sudden knock made him jump and rush to shove his bag under his bed. “Come in.” He called, sitting on his mattress to appear normal.

He felt a wave of relief fall over him when Soobin peeked in. His tense shoulders eased and he let out an unsteady breath, pulling back out the rucksack.

“Good. You’re ready.” Soobin said, stepping over. “You’ll head through the cellar. I made sure that no maids or guards are scouting that area and it’ll be dark so be wary. The end of the tunnel will open up into the woodlands out back and from there, go eastbound. The village should be a few miles out.” He ordered quickly. “You must be quick and quiet and do not hesitate. Doing so may ruin everything, do you understand?”

Beomgyu nodded rapidly.

“Okay. Right now, I need you to hide behind the wall of wine kegs at the entrance of the kitchen. It should keep you out of sight. That way will be the shortest route to the cellar and I need you to wait for my signal.”

“What is the signal?” Beomgyu asked. Soobin merely smiled as he lead the prince out of the room and down a set of stairs.

“Don’t worry about that.” He comforted. “You’ll know, and here.” He paused before reaching in his trouser’s pocket and pulled something out. He handed it over, placing the item that held a light weight in Beomgyu’s palm. It was a small pocket knife. “It’s not much, but it’s better to be safe. Now, go and be quick.”

Beomgyu grabbed his brother’s wrist as he went to leave. Soobin paused. “Thank you, Soobin. I’ll pay you back for this. Somehow. I promise.”

Soobin let out a chuckle and gave Beomgyu a pat on the arm. “Do so by being happy. I am, so it’s time you are, too.” He bid. “I’ll see you later, Gyu.” Quickly, he threw his arms around the boy and gave him a squeeze. Just as Beomgyu went to return the hug, Soobin pulled away and ran off.

A burn of tears ached in Beomgyu’s eyes but he willed them away as fast as they came. He’ll see him again, yet he doesn’t know how long that will be. With a sniffle and a deep breath, Beomgyu snuck his way down to the kitchen.

The kitchen was large, packed with pantries full of goods and warm from previously used open fire ovens. Large windows brought in sunlight and reflected off the calm water of washing basins. Usually, the room is busy from maids and cooks preparing meals throughout the day, so to see it so empty and quiet was a shock.

He didn’t question it and hid between the stone wall and alcohol barrels, wedging himself in a corner away from any passersby. The blade he was given was clutched tightly in his palm and his bag hung over his body.

A few minutes pass as Beomgyu waited. What exactly was he waiting for? He wasn’t entirely sure. Soobin never told him what the plan was, so he’s just gonna have to guess what this signal was.

Yet, a rhythmic thump caught his attention. Beomgyu’s forehead creased with confusion as it grew louder and closer. Followed right behind it were the sounds of distant shouts. The prince peeked out slightly, making sure to keep hidden in the dark, and waited for whatever it was to run by.

What he wasn’t expecting was his father’s large black stallion to speed past. It’s massive hooves clacked against the polished floors as it sprinted away. Two guards chased it, but wasn’t having much luck keeping up.

The sight forced out a small laugh. So this was the signal. He had to give it to Soobin: it was quite the distraction.

Another voice shouted from down the hall. “Someone let the barn animals loose!”

Beomgyu was speedy at unlocking the cellar gate and shut it silently behind him. He was instantly swallowed in darkness. The air smelled damp and a chill caused goosebumps to rise to his skin. His shoes grew wet from puddles littering the floor and he could hear the faint drip of water droplets hit the ground. Hands reached out to the rock walls and used them to guide his way out. The rigid stone felt rough against his digits. His chest felt heavy as he made his way out.

It was only a minute or so until he came across a small set of wooden steps. He felt the rotting plank sink under his weight. The door that sat up top swung open and sunlight pooled in, blinding the boy from the sun’s rays.

His lashes fluttered until his vision cleared. A smile grew on his face. All he saw were trees. The forest line sat only a few feet way. A breeze passed by, shaking green leaves and blooming flowers. The sound of rustling branches was like music to his ears. At last, he was here with the world just fingertips away and he never felt so alive.

Until his name was called.

His face fell, much like his stomach that now felt like it sat at his feet. Soobin said it was clear. It was clear. It was supposed to be clear.

He let out a shaky breath and turned.

“Beomgyu? Where are you going?” A familiar voice questioned. Penny stood next to the cellar doors, lawn tools in hand. Her aged, pale face was written with confusion. Her red brows were pinched together, looking at the prince.

“P-Penny?” Beomgyu struggled, feeling a lump grow in his throat. He tried to swallow it, but failed miserably. “What are you doing here?”

“Your mother requested me to weed and water the garden.” She answered. She glanced at the boy’s bag. “Where are you going, Beomgyu?”

He could feel his hands tremble slightly. “Please…” He pleaded softly. “Please don’t tell Mother and Father of this.”

“You’re leaving.” She concluded quietly, tone barely above a whisper.

He nodded timidly. “Y-Yes.” He frowned. “I-I am, but I beg of you, Penny.” He bowed his head, grasping her hand with both of his. “Let me go. I-I’ll do anything, give whatever it is you desire. You can have—“

“Beomgyu,” she interrupted, removing her palm and instead placed it on his elbow. She gave it a reassuring squeeze, trying to ease the anxiety pumping through his veins. She gave him a small grin. “There’s no need to worry. I won’t mention anything.”

Beomgyu looked back up, puzzled. “You won’t?”

“I won’t.” She said.

“B-But,” he pondered, chest tightening. “You would risk punishment doing so.”

“I know.” She replied. “Yet I’ve known you long enough to notice your distaste for royalty. You’re young and curious. I wish for you to be happy and I know you can’t find it here. You’re born to learn. You can’t do so without experience.”

“Why would you do such a thing? For me?”

“Because I care for you. Since Prince Soobin left, you are the only other one in the castle to treat me with respect — like we are equals.” She spoke.

“We are equals.” He spoke, feeling his heart clench at her words. “I refuse to be deemed higher all due to a damned title. It is wrong.”

“But in the eyes of royalty, you are, and your beliefs show you are more human than them. Sadly, that outlook isn’t welcome here. That’s why I want to help you.” Penny gave him a small smile. “Respect can get you a long way. I’m merely returning the favor.”

Beomgyu remained quiet, too stunned to form words at how willing the elder lady was. She continued. “I’ll keep everyone away from this side of the castle. It should give you some time to make distance.” She pushed him away, nudging him towards the woodlands.

“But—“

“Go,” she pressed. “I’ll see you soon. I promise.” She gave him a smile, thin lips pulled up with warmth. Without giving the prince a chance to speak, she departed and made her way through the cellar.

Beomgyu remained still and took a breath. He turned around towards the lush trees painted golden from the morning sun. A distant bird called and a breeze flew by, shaking the full branches.

With Penny and Soobin in mind, he sprinted.

“Dammit, Max.” A girl huffed, rolling her eyes at the curly haired child. He turned towards his older sister, freckled face and hands dyed purple. “Are you serious? You ate all the voiletfruits?”

Max shrugged nonchalantly and dipped his stained digits in the small stream. “I was hungry.” He said.

“If you’re gonna wash your hands, at least wash your face, too, kid.” She scolded and pulled out a handkerchief she kept on her. She dipped it in the creek and rang out the extra water, forcing Max to look at her so she can wipe his mouth. “Imagine being 12-years-old and eating like a pig.”

The boy scoffed, but let her clean his tanned skin. “You do the same thing, Y/N. Especially when Taehyun’s mom has him bring over pastries.”

“Whatever,” she mumbled, knowing his words rang true. She pulled away and skimmed his features for any violetfruit residue. She gave him an affectionate head flick.

“Hey!” He groaned and rubbed the sore spot.

“Come on,” she stated. The boy followed along, the siblings trudged up the trail leading up to a small house. They could hear the soft mutter of farm animals bellow as they walk by.

Y/N kicked open the screen door and placed the now empty basket on the dining table. She leaned against it with crossed arms. She stared at the boy.

“What?” He asked, taking the cloth from Y/N’s pocket and tossed it with the growing pile of dirty clothes.

“You’re coming with me to check the traps.” She said. That caused Max to whine in protest.

“Why?”

Y/N let out a laugh at his reaction. “Because,” she said as she passed, “see it as payment for not saving me any fruit. You know those were my favorite.”

“Fine.” Max gave in without a fight.

“Good. Now, put on your boots.”

“But we just got home.”

“Yeah, but look outside.” Y/N gestured towards a window. “It’s turning nightfall. If we don’t check the snares and nets, we won’t have food for this week.” She explained.

“Why didn’t you do so earlier?” Max questioned, annoyance written in his scrunched brows. He walked past Y/N and sat on a wooden rocking chair, slipping on a pair of leather work boots.

“Because I was busy with the animals this morning since Yeonjun came down to look at Macy’s bad hoof. Then, I had to weed the garden and bring the fresh produce to the market. After that, I began cleaning on the barn—“

“Okay, I understand. You were busy.” Max sassed.

Y/N reached over and pinched his chubby cheek. “I’m your elder. Watch your tone.”

Max responded with an eye roll but didn’t comment any further. “Can we go? I don’t like being in the woods after dark.”

Y/N sighed and nodded. “Okay, let’s go.”

The siblings left with tools in hand. Max carried a roll of rope while Y/N had a bow sat on her shoulder, a quiver made from animal hide housing several homemade arrows on her back. She also kept a blade on her belt in case of emergencies.

Checking the traps was easy and setting them back up was just as swift. Y/N managed to catch a couple rabbits from the snares hidden in the grass and fallen leaves.

“See?” Y/N demonstrated, showing the boy how to properly set the trap. “You make sure to keep the rope hidden somewhere along this trail. When food runs through it, it would catch it.”

Max watched closely, mimicking the slipknot his sister made. Y/N smiled when he finally managed to get it right. “Good.” She complimented. “Do you think you could do the ones near the river?”

“Yeah.” Max replied.

“Make sure to avoid the large snare. It’s for bandits and I don’t want to cut you down.” Y/N warned, dusting off the dirt stuck to her pants.

“I know. You tell me this every time we go to set it.” Max huffed.

Y/N propped a calloused hand on her hip. “And each time you manage to set it off. Remember when you got caught that one time? You had nasty burn on your ankle for weeks.”

Max’s cheeks flushed at the memory. “Please stop bringing that up. You know I don’t like it.”

“I’m using it as a lesson.” Y/N clarified. “Watch out.”

“I will.” The child said before heading off, not wanting to stay any longer to deal with his sister’s nagging.

He headed down a familiar path that was lush with greenery. Trees loomed overhead and casted shadows against the golden sunlight. Careful of his footing, he set off toward the sound of rushing water.

Not too far from the river bed, a sudden noise caused him to stop in his tracks. He froze, a rush of anxiety fell over him. He strained to hear. It sounded like someone… struggling. Green hues widened with fear and shock. Did the trap actually catch someone? Was it a criminal? Someone with a plan to rob them before running off?

Max’s jaw clenched and decided to follow the source. A large part of him screamed this was a bad idea and to run the opposite way. Yet, the smaller bit full of curiosity seemed to overpower his logical side.

However, the sight of a boy roughly Y/N’s age was a rather big surprise.

He was strung upside down, dangling a few feet above the forest floor, with his left foot caught in the snare. His pale face was red and only burned brighter the more he struggled to grasp the brown bag leaning against the tree trunk.

The stranger peered up at a twig snapping and met the eye of the young boy.

Max nearly laughed at his previous nervousness. Bandit my ass, he thought.

“Oh,” the man hummed. “Hello,” he greeted with a sheepish smile.

Max remained quiet for a moment. His lack of a response made the captive’s grin drop.

“You’re caught in our snare.” Max pointed out, speaking the obvious.

“Ah,” the male hummed, glancing at his leg. “It appears I am. I didn’t notice it.”

Max let out a breath. It sounded more like a chuckle. “That’s the point of a snare. You’re not supposed to notice it.” He said. “How long have you been like this?”

“I’m not sure. Quite a while, at least. I’m rather surprised I haven’t fainted yet. I’d much appreciate it if you’d cut me down.”

Max’s gaze narrowed. Though he highly doubted this idiot that hung from the branches was a threat, he still remained cautious. “How do I know you won’t do something? Rob me? Shank me? Drown me in the river?”

The stranger gawked at the boy, looking at him as if he sprouted another head. “Why would I do such a thing?”

Max shrugged. “I don’t know. Some people aren’t the nicest. It’s hard to tell if a random person on our property is dangerous or not.”

“I’m not dangerous.”

“That’s what a dangerous person would say. Trying to lower my guard, I see.”

“What? No! I just want down from here.”

“And have the possibility of getting stabbed? I don’t know about that.”

“I do not wish to harm you.” The man exasperated. “What could I do to prove I’m not a threat?”

Max pondered silently. He glanced down at the stranger’s bag he was trying to reach for. He could search the man and take away anything that could be used as a weapon.

Max nodded towards the rucksack. “Let me go through that.” He said. “And your pockets. After that, I’ll let you down. Deal?”

“Y-Yes. Yes, that’s fine, but please hurry. I’m getting rather sick.”

Max obliged and grabbed the satchel. He opened it and began to pull everything out. It all harmless, he determined. It was mostly full of clothes and other basic necessities, and even then, it wasn’t much. He eyed a folded paper before opening it. It was a map of Blue Hour Grove. His brows furrowed.

“Why do you have this? Are you a traveler?” Max asked and stood.

The man pondered to himself silently. “I suppose I am. I’m unfamiliar with the village.”

Max hummed in acknowledgment. “Then, why are you all the way out here? Town’s a few miles east.” He said and began to search the stranger’s pockets. They were empty except for the small knife.

“E-East? You said east?” The man looked at the boy with wide brown hues. “Damn,” he cursed.

Max didn’t respond and instead held up the blade. “I’ll cut you down, but I’m keeping this.”

“What? No!”

“Then, have fun hanging there.”

Max turned, ready to leave before the the man called out. “No! Wait, you… you can keep it. Just help me. Please.” He begged.

Max smirked. “That’s what I thought.” With the weapon in hand, he began to saw at the thick rope tied to the tree. It wasn’t long before it snapped, sending the man falling and landing on his back.

The wind was knocked out of his lungs. “That was painful.” He wheezed and sat up with a wince. “Thank you.” He gave the child a grateful smile.

“What’s your name?” Max questioned, closing the knife and clipping it to his belt.

He hesitated for a moment before responding. “Beomgyu. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”

Max tilted his head slightly. “You talk funny.”

Beomgyu felt his face burn. “That’s quite rude.” He mumbled.

Max shrugged. “Just saying. You sound so proper. No one really talks like that around here.”

Beomgyu blinked and let the words soak in. He did sound strange. “I suppose you’re correct. As I said, I’m not familiar with this place.” He recalled before letting out a sigh. “Thank you for the help, but I believe I must get going. I’m in a bit of a hurry.” He stated and went to grasp his bag. However, just as his fingertips touched it, an arrow flew past. It’s pointed head sliced through the skin of his hand. He yelped and jumped back, cradling his injured digits that began to bleed.

“Max!” A voice shouted. A girl sprinted up to the boy and pulled him behind her. She reloaded, another arrow aimed at Beomgyu’s face. “The hell do you think you’re doing?” She snapped behind her.

“What? He’s not going to do anything, Y/N!” Max shouted back. “I checked him and everything. I even took his knife.”

“Fuckin’ hell.” She cursed, pointed glare still on Beomgyu. He held his hands up in defense, red leaking down his pale arms and staining the sleeve of his white shirt. “I thought I taught you better than this.” Y/N huffed.

“What’re you doing on my property?” She hissed towards the older male.

“I-I do apologize.” Beomgyu rushed to say, tone quivering in fear. “I’m lost and got caught in your snare. I-I didn’t mean to disturb you, honest.”

Y/N scoffed. “Like I believe that shit. Tell me what you’re really doing here.”

“It’s true! My directions got mixed up. I was heading for the village and went the opposite way.” He argued. His heart pounded. Was every commoner like this? He sincerely hopes not.

“Beomgyu’s not lying, Y/N.” Max walked out from behind her and positioned himself in front of the bow, blocking the man on the ground. “He’s got a town map in his bag and the only thing he had on him was a knife and I took it. He’s harmless.”

Y/N paused before exhaling. She dropped her aim and placed the arrow back in the quiver. Then, she smacked the back of her brother’s head.

“Ow! What was that for?”

“Are you stupid? Gods, Max, what if he killed you? Or kidnapped you for that matter?” Y/N exclaimed, running a hand through her hair. “He could’ve been a bandit for crying out loud!”

Max rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “But he didn’t. Besides, I’m 12. I can take care of myself. I’m practically a teenager.”

“That is not helping your case.” His sister scolded. “In fact, it’s only making it worse. Now, go back to the house. You’re grounded for being an idiot.”

“Oh, come on—“

“Go, Maxwell, or I’ll carry your ass there.” Y/N threatened.

The kid sighed in annoyance. “Fine.” He gave in before stomping off, leaving the others behind.

Y/N turned to the male. “Beomgyu, right?”

He nodded. “Yes, that’s correct.”

“Get off the ground and leave. It’s getting late.” She ordered, gesturing for the man to stand.

He did so with his bag in his grasp. He gave her a quick bow of gratitude, glad she didn’t drive an arrow through his skull. She gave him an odd look but remained quiet.

“Thank you. I apologize once more. I didn’t mean to alarm you.” He spoke. “But I’ll be off.” However, as he took a step forward, he flinched harshly and hit the floor again. He hissed in pain.

Y/N came closer and leaned down. Beomgyu’s bloodied hands went to cradle his ankle. The skin was red, blistered and raw, and gnarly to look at. “Ah, rope burn.” She said. “It looks a lot worse than normal. Probably where you were fighting to get down.” She looked up, brown meeting e/c, and Beomgyu had to swallow the sudden lump in his throat. “Getting nicked by that arrow doesn’t help either.”

Beomgyu shook his head. “Ah, don’t worry. You were frightened and merely protected yourself.”

“True, but the more you speak, the more I realize you’re a bit stupid.”

Beomgyu’s face fell. “You know, you and that boy are really rude.” He frowned. “I thought you were afraid of me?”

Y/N let out a scoff. “Of you? Bollocks.” She spoke, pulling his pant leg up to look at his wound more.

“Well, I bet I could be well scary.” He argued, a small pout present on his pink lips. “I-If I wanted.”He winced at the pain of the girl’s prodding.

“It’s pretty hard to be scared of someone I could snap in half, much less one who let a child rob you.”

Beomgyu froze at her words. “Pardon?”

“Yeah. Not only did he take your knife, I’m almost certain Max took some money from you, too.” She gave him a smirk. He rushed to grab his bag and open it. He felt his heart sink at the sight of his gold coins missing.

“Why would he do that?” He asked.

“Because he’s a kid?” Y/N replied with a quirked brow. “Kids do dumb things. I know I did when I was his age.” She sighed and sat his foot back down. “We need to get this cleaned or it’ll get infected. Especially since the rope’s covered in dirt. Same thing for your hand. Those arrows aren’t the cleanest.”

“What must I do then?” He questioned, worry laced in his tone. “I don’t believe there is a doctor available at this hour.”

“There isn’t. Besides, Kai’s dad is out of town for the next few days. He’s the only doctor Blue Hour Grove has. It’s best to just get them washed up somewhere else.” She explained and stood with crossed arms. “I can patch you up back at my house.” She clicked her tongue. “And I can get Max to give you your money back.”

Beomgyu’s forehead creased with concern. “Are you sure? You seemed pretty skeptical of my presence. I don’t wish to intrude if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“Well, I don’t particularly like the idea of you being around, but be lucky I have a guilty conscience. Rope burn is a nasty thing to deal with and even more so if you travel on foot. I’ll do what I can to clean your injuries and dress them and when you’re able to walk again, you’re to leave. No ifs, ands, or buts.” She ordered with a pointed edge in her voice. “And if you try anything,” she squatted back down, the hunting knife from her belt now pointed at his face. He swallowed thickly. “I will gut you and feed your innards to my work dog. Am I clear?”

Beomgyu nodded frantically. “Y-Yes. Very clear.”

“Good.” She said and put her blade back. She offered a hand. Beomgyu eyed it warily before taking it, his soft palm contrasting greatly with her rough one. She pulled him up with a shocking wave of strength, nearly making him fall again. She caught him luckily, and tossed his arm around her shoulder. Her other hand wrapped around his waist.

“You’re surprisingly strong for a woman.” The male commented. Y/N sent him a glare.

“And you’re surprisingly weak for a man.” She shot back. Beomgyu felt blood rush to his cheeks.

“Fair enough.” He muttered.

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Come on. It’s too dangerous to be out here at this hour.”

And with that, they headed off.

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