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desi2go · 7 months ago

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Prince and Princess

part one -- part two

pairings: Prince Bang Chan x princess reader

Warnings: forced marriage, royalty au, strangers to lovers, slight angst

summary: When your parents engaged you with the prince of a neighbouring country, you flee. On your way you meet a handsome man...

Being a princess wasn't easy. Sure it had it's peaks. The beautiful dresses, never having to worry about anything and so much more. That's what you thought growing up. What you didn't realised that you lived in a golden cage with gold, power and everything you could wish for.

You were used to all the attention from a young age. The people in you land always turned their eyes to you. As a child, they loved seeing you by the side of your parents, even if it was just in a carriage. You always had multiple duties and that from the beginning. However, as a child, they were less noticeable and while growing up, they became more and more visible. You used to think that the big castle was a symbol of your freedom since you loved to run through the huge corridors. But it changed to a big cage in your eyes. You were always under the strict eyes of your parents, not letting you do something that you liked even if only the staff would notice it. It was your personal cage and you were the lion, the biggest attraction, running from one site to another without escaping it.

From the beginning you were born, it was clear that you would marry someone with importance and wealth to bring honour to your family. Therefore, love wasn't relevant. Especially, since your older brother was next in line to become king. You had hoped that your parents would give you more time, time in their cage without a husband that wouldn't love you. A marriage would just draw more attention towards you and a new cage would imprison you.

It was this morning where they introduced you to the news that they have found the perfect husband for you. He was from the neighbouring country and was three years older than you. He was the prince and because of that extremely wealthy. All your parents ever wanted. His name is Prince Christopher and they told you that yesterday, he asked for your hand and in exchange he would give them money.

You had hoped that a marriage would be far away in the future but hearing that someone wanted you as a wife made you anxious. Fortunately he wasn't an old man and just three years older than you. But still, you had never met him. He could be cruel and treat you badly.

But you wouldn't let it take that far. You decided to take your destiny in your own hand. At night, you grabbed a bag with food you had stolen earlier and a brown cape from your brother. Dressed in a plain brown dress, the simplest of your dresses, you climbed out of your window. You knew exactly when the soldiers would change the shifts and took the opportunity to climb up the wall, shielding the castle from the outside.

With quick steps, you ran through the night. You needed to get as far away as possible. The maids would find your bed cold in the morning and it wouldn't be long when the soldiers were commanded to search for you. You just paused for some minutes from time to time. You would sleep a bit when the sun was rising.

Around the afternoon, you finally let yourself rest for longer. You just entered another forest and you realised that sooner or later your food will run out. You really needed to go to the next market on the next day.

Walking through the forest, you tried to avoid any streets as best as you could. By all costs, you didn't want to get recognised from anyone. It was the next morning and it was already hot. The sun shone through the leaves of the trees and you hummed to yourself. You loved the nature, it made you feel free. Something you barely felt in the castle. Of course, sleeping on the ground was no comparison to the huge bed that you owned but you were willing to trade it against a life with freedom.

Branches cracked and at first you thought that it was just a dear but just seconds later, a horse came crashing through the woods. A man sat in the saddle, wearing simple armour and a black cape. His dark hair was lightened by the sun. His horse stopped in front of you. Judging by his plain armour he wasn't a soldier, especially not from the palace.

"Good morning, miss" he said, jumping off the horse to kiss your hand like a gentleman. However, he doesn't seem to recognise you.

"Good morning as well" you answered. His curious gaze observing you and eying you from head to toe.

"What do they call you?" He asked with a friendly smile, while patting the shoulder of the horse.

"Nevermind what they call me"

"You shouldn't be this deep in the forest alone" he stated.

You chuckled. "I'm not alone, I'm with you. Mister... What do they call you?" He was sweet when he returned your smile, his eyes sparkling with joy.

"You don't know who I am? That is... They call me Chan" he answered.

"Well, then nice to meet you, Chan" you said with a smile.

"So, do I get the pleasure to know your name?"

"I'm Y/n" You liked how he looked at you. All your life you were used to the same ways how people look at you. They are envious or angered for not living in wealth like you. But Chan was the first person to look at you like you weren't a princess. Like you were a living human being and not just a figure your parents could push around.

"Y/n, a beautiful name to a beautiful lady" he practised your name, his cheeks and ears turning red as he flirted with you. And you found it absolutely adorable.

"What are you doing in the forest?" He added.

"I'm just wandering around. What about you? You don't seem like a normal villager." You tried to distract yourself from the blush that crept up your face.

"I'm hunting." he exclaimed and held his bow higher. Right, that made sense, he is a hunter.

"Then, you might know where the next village is?" you asked, fiddling with your cape.

"Of course" he grabbed the rein of the horse and signaled you to follow him. It was nice that he showed you the way. He filled the silence with a comfortable conversation, earning from time to time a laugh from you.

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An hour and a half later, you reached the next village. It was small but extremely beautiful. Luckily, there was a market where you could purchase some food. By that time, you had already figured that you had crossed the border to the neighbouring country. They all eyed Chan respectfully with a smile.

However, the hunter still accompanied you, leading you to the best stand in the whole market, like he said. After buying something, you sat with him on a wooden bench, munching happily the food. Calm, you observed the crowd of people, pushing themselves to the dedicated stand.

Then, you noticed to figures, they were soldiers with the emblem of your royal family. They definitely searched for you. In panic, you jumped up, gabbing your stuff.

"What are you-" Chan couldn't even finish his sentence when you pulled him behind one of the stands. He came crashing down on the ground next to you, looking at you like you were crazy.

You observed the crowd once more and the two soldiers were still there.

"Are these soldiers searching for you?" Chan asked as he followed your glance. When you didn't answer he continued. "They are from the other country! Wow, what did you do to the royal family that they are searching that drastically for you?"

"Did you murder someone? That's why you were so deep in the forest!" He exclaimed. Before he could say more, you silenced him with pushing your hand on his mouth.

"Stay quiet!" you whispered. His lips were warm and even though you tried to prevent it, you blushed slightly. You felt his warm gaze on you. But you looked over the stand once more, unfortunately to the wrong time. One of the soldiers saw your face and pointed to you to show his mate.

"Shit." You mumbled, throwing the hood of your cape over your head, and running into a smaller street.

"Y/n! Where are you going?" Chan yelled behind you. It didn't matter where you ran to, just away from the soldiers. You followed the street, turned left into another one. Unfortunately, it was a dead end. That was it, there was nowhere you could go.

"What is wrong, y/n? Why are you running from them?" Chan's concerned face was pushed into your field of vision. You were still gasping for air due to the running. But you heard the steps loud and clear. You couldn't fight your destiny.

And then, they stood before you. It was like you faced your past, the silver armour sparkling in the sun.

"There you are, princess! Your parents have been worried sick." They walked towards you.

"Princess?" You heard Chan whisper. It was clear that he was hurt. Of course. He didn't know who you were. You didn't turn around because you didn't want to see his face fall. "I'm sorry, Chan" you mumbled and followed the soldiers.

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"What were you thinking young lady! Someone could have recognised you!" Your mother scolded. You stood in the throne room, your parents sitting ahead of you on their throne, staring down at you.

"What would your fiancée say? The honour of our family rises or falls with your actions. And you will marry him, there is no other way" your father added. Of course, they were just worried about the honour, not about you. Well, maybe they were but the throne and their reputation was way more important.

"I'm sorry" you mumbled, just wanting to get this over fast so that you could enjoy the last day here in your room alone. Tomorrow, you'll be on your way to your future husband, to his castle.

"You should be. Go, and pack your last things together" your father demanded. You nodded and left the throne room, walking through the numerous halls to reach your room. It was almost empty, the maids already packed most of the things, just the bed and a book that a friendly maid sneaked in.

Your parents hated it when you read. In their eyes, women shouldn't read literature because it made them too powerful. In the royal families, women are just important to bear children and to make sure the bloodline will continue.

In your eyes it was bullshit. When your husband dies and the children aren't old enough to reign, the wife will lead until the oldest takes over.

The next day, you just sat in the carriage, looking out in the wilderness. You would give anything to be out there again. Your parents sat in front of you, chattering about the upcoming wedding, your wedding. It will be the biggest event of the year.

Luckily, after your wedding, they will return to their palace and leave you alone. Then, you just had your husband that will disturb your peace.

It was like a journey into the unknown. You knew nobody there and even your husband was a stranger. In Addition, you didn't know anything about the life in a marriage. Your parents just told you that you need to consummate the marriage whatever that meant. But you'll know soon.

Exactly three day later, you arrived at the palace. It was huge, even bigger than your own. You were content to finally get out of the carriage. Your parents were annoying and a carriage hadn't much place to avoid them.

They were the first to leave it and were already greeting the royal family. With one last deep breath, you stepped out gracefully, all the eyes on you. The beautiful red dress fell around your legs, fluttering in the soft wind. You bowed respectfully to king and queen before turning to your future husband. When you locked eyes, your breath hitched. The stranger wasn't so unknown. It was Chan.

You froze, still don't believing who stood in front of you. Your mother coughed lightly, pulling your out of your rigidity. Quickly, you bowed to him. He took your hand and placed a tender kiss on it.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, princess y/n" he greeted, his voice still the same, yet he looked completely different. That was who he really was. Not a hunter, he was prince Christopher.

"The joy is all mine, prince Christopher" you emphasized his name. In his eyes sparkled something else, maybe regret?

The next two hours were spend setting up your room. You're not going to lie, it was beautiful, twice as big as yours in your own palace with a huge balcony.

A knock interrupted you. Slowly, you opened the door, already knowing who is behind it.

"Hello prince" you greeted him while doing a curtsies.

"May you want to join me on a stroll through the garden?" He asked, his eyes wandering through the room.

"Of course." You followed him through the palace out to the massive garden, a chaperone always behind you. The way there was plagued with silence, uncomfortable for both of you.

With your hand, you brushed over the gorgeous flowers, distracting you.

"I'm sorry for not telling you" He whispered. Bluntly, you answered. "Why? I was a stranger. I had no right to know"

"Listen, y/n" he grabbed your hand so that you couldn't turn away from him. "You had every right to know. I - Sometimes, I like to keep my identity hidden. It gives me some sort of comfort"

"I understand. I don't like the attention either." You replied, quietly enjoying the warm skin on your cold hand. "You're cold. May we go inside?"

You just nodded, letting him guide you back in.

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The following day, your wedding day, you woke up early. Well, your mother with the maids teared you from sleep. She wanted that you looked stunning and perfect for the biggest event of the year. With great precision, they arranged your hair in an extravagant updo, putting every single strand of hair the way they were pleased.

Hours were spend on dressing you in the big fluffy dress made from the finest silk with the most expensive gemstones. It was beautiful but constrictive. You are glad when this is finally over. The shoes were uncomfortable and the makeup felt heavy on your skin.

You were brought downstairs, waiting for the right moment to walk down the aisle. The throne room was filled with important people from different countries, mostly royalties or noblemen. You heard the chattering while the small orchestra played. A bouquet of flowers was placed in your hand and the doors opened. Every person watched you walking down the aisle, you felt their gaze on you but you concentrated on Chan. He looked absolutely handsome in his pompous suit, his hair perfectly styled.

You grew more and more nervous the smaller the distance between you and your new life got. You stood next to him when the priest spoke about marriage, you didn't listen to him, completely zoned out. "Prince Christopher Bang, will you love, respect and protect Princess Y/n? Will you also swear eternal fidelity to her, then answer with yes, I do."

He looked you deep in the eyes, took the ring and gently put it on your finger.

"Princess Y/n, will you love, respect and protect prince Christopher? Will you also swear eternal fidelity to him, then answer with yes, I do." You took a deep breath before you replied with a Yes, I do.

"By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife" Tenderly, he grabbed your hands before pressing a soft kiss on your lips. It was short and sweet, his velvety lips felt good on yours.

The people cheered and you blushed, remembering where you were. Hand in hand, you walked into the huge ballroom where you would celebrate, the guest following you. The room was filled with laughter. Your husband roamed through the crowd, speaking with the guests. You stood by the food, occasionally stealing small bites. You always hated events like these. Especially the men would follow you like dogs, asking for your attention due to your high standing. Luckily, you were now married so that most of them feared to come up to you.

It didn't take long before the first couples started dancing to the orchestra. You knew that you needed to dance at least once to keep your mother content. And Chan already came towards you, asking for a dance. You took his hand, letting him lead you to the middle. You knew the steps, it was something your mother had teached you from a young age, still, you were nervous. His hand felt hot on your waist, even through the fabric of the dress.

Steady, he lead you to the rhythm of the music. The whole time, you stared on his chest, not trying to keep eye contact.

"Everything alright?" He whispered into your ear. "I guess so" you answered. "You hate attention and crowds, right?"

"Yeah, is it that obvious?" He chuckled. "Only a bit."

"You don't seem to care the attention"

"Well, I'm the crown prince. I grew used to it and once I'm king it will be even more" That's right. He was the crown prince, meaning that you will be queen one day.

After your dance with your husband, your father took the chance to dance with you. Then, many men followed his example. Due to the horrible shoes, your feet hurt. You already wanted to flee from the dance floor when Chan's father asked. He was a great dancer like his son.

"I'm content that you will be on my son's side from now on" he starts a conversation, letting you twirl. "I'm honoured, great king. But why, when I'm allowed to ask."

"Chan most likely overworks himself. He doesn't need just a wife to reinsure that the bloodline will continue. He needs someone who takes care of him" you were shocked that he answered you so truthfully. "I'll do my best"

"I know that. That's why I chose you. And I'm content to consider you a part of the family"

When the event came slowly to an end, your mother pushed you in your room.

"Alright. It is time to consummate the marriage. Bring honour to the family" she said. The maids freed you from the dress and shoes. You sighed, now your a little bit more comfortable.

"What do you mean with consummating, mother?"

"Just let him do. He'll know. But it's important to consummate. Otherwise the marriage isn't fully complete." They opened the updo of your hair, letting it fall to your shoulder before brushing it through. Then, they put it up again and dressed you in another dress, a light blue one that fell to the floor in gentle waves from the waist down.

Your mother lead you out of your room down the hallway, stopping in front of a door. "Remember, do not bring shame on us" she whispered before she left. With a shaky breath, you knocked on the huge wooden door. Shuffling could be heard from the other side and a muffled "Come in".

Slowly, you entered the room. It seems to be Chan's bedroom. And it was huge. The room was lightened with the fireplace, turning everything into a yellowish colour. Chan sat on an armchair, flipping through a book. The pompous suit was replaced with a white chemise and comfortable linen trousers. He looked up when you stood beside him, fiddling with your fingers.

"I'm here to consummate our marriage" you mumbled, observing the fluffy carpet. He sighed, rubbing his eyes.

"I know"

He guided you to the bed, jumping on it and letting you sit next to him. It was awkward and uncomfortable. He grabbed something from the side table, something you couldn't make out due to the low light. Just when he flipped the thing, you noticed what it was. A dagger, a small but sharp dagger. Terrified, you pushed yourself to the edge.

"What are you doing?" You shrieked. He chuckled before pushing his chemise higher to show his free underarm. "You don't have the slightest clue what consummating means, right?" Chan placed the dagger on his arm, applied pressure and cut through his skin. He moaned in pain and held the cut over the white mattress. The red blood dropped from his arm on the mattress, a strong contrast to the white.

"What are you doing?" You asked again. You couldn't turn your eyes away from his red underarm. He threw the dagger on the side table, picking up a bandage.

"I faked our consummation. What else do you think it is?"

"I don't know. Why did you fake it?" Carefully, he bandaged himself.

"Because we are not ready yet. It should be fun and done out of freedom and will, not because of the stupid consummation. You don't even know what I'm talking about." He sighed, switching off the oil lamp, turning the room nearly completely dark.

"Lay down, y/n. I'm not gonna force you to do anything that you don't want. Having sex is something where both parties should have fun, not just the man" Obedient, you layed down next to him.

"What is sex? Is this what consummating is about?"

"Yes, it is. I'll insert myself into you. That way you'll be able to get pregnant" Even though it was dark, you could still clearly see how red his ears were. It was cute.

"Thank you" you mumbled, letting you slowly relax and enjoy the warmth that Chan radiates. Carefully, he draped the blanket over your figure.

"Good night, y/n"

"Good night, Christopher"

♕✯♛

The next morning you woke up when the wooden door banged open with a thud. You shot up, looking with big eyes into your mother's. Just then you noticed that Chan wasn't sleeping next to you. He must have got up early.

Your mother shoved the warming blanket to the side, showing you a pleasant smile when she saw the red stain upon the mattress. "I'm proud of you" she said and brushed over your demolished hair. Quickly leaving the room.

You sighed and let yourself fall against the mattress again. The ring on your finger shone in the morning sun, it was beautiful. You couldn't believe you were married, that you had a husband. And as it seems a really thoughtful one. Hopefully it stays like that because then, you didn't mind to spend your lifetime with him.

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winterfea · 8 months ago

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　﹒✿ : ⌗ stay soft

It looks divine on you. ıllı

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iridescentxstars · 3 months ago

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hello, ayla. can i request a Minho fic? okay so i know it's not on the list. but if possible, royalty!au + forbidden love + “let’s commit some sins.” thank you very much and i hope this gets considered <3

omg i forgot to add the kink afshsajasfh pls (for the previous ask) kink can be oral, ty!

royalty!minho x fem!reader || trope: forbidden love || dialogue: "let's commit some sins" || kinks: oral || wc: 510

please remember this is all fictional. this work is NSFW and contains SMUT, if you are under 18+ DO NOT INTERACT

Minho pulls you into a corner of the castle, kissing you with a smile while you clutch his shirt in your hands. “We shouldn’t be doing this here, your Highness. We might be seen.”

“Then let us not be seen.” He mutters against your lips before pulling away and dragging you down a quiet corridor. You hide your face, knowing that if someone saw you running down the hallway with the prince then they’d report you to the Queen and you’d be thrown out. “I cannot keep my hands off you any longer, my lady.” You’re in the library, the flutter of birds rushing away from the two forbidden lovers echoes around the quiet space.

“What do you intend to do with me?” You giggle, kissing him while Minho lifts you to sit on the table. “Are you wanting me to read for you?”

He rolls his eyes as if you don’t know exactly what he wants, exactly what he’s been wanting ever since he saw you enter the castle. “I intend on doing all the things that a husband and wife would do.”

“Your Highness, it is a sin for a man and woman to lay without being wed.” He gets down on his knees, lifting your dress up and exposing your clothed core.

“Then,” Minho removes the cloth hiding your cunt from his hungry eyes – and mouth. “Let’s commit some sins.” You lean back while Minho pulls you closer to the edge so he can taste the sweet nectar that’s promised between your thighs. A soft gasp leaves your lips, fingers tangle in his hair as your lover’s tongue gives languid licks to help you get used to the feeling.

As Minho devours you, you look up at the ceiling, unseeing of anything that is actually around you because your entire being is focused on the pleasure that is coursing through your veins. You have been told about sex, about how it is and sure, you know the theory of it but you have not been told about how good it can feel. Always informed about how it is a duty one performs for their spouse, cold and detached which is the opposite of what you are feeling. You jolt, gasping for air when Minho’s thumb brushes against your clit, eyes widening and the man looks at you, realising that what he did – you liked.

“You’re exquisite,” Minho brushes his lips against the inside of your thigh while his fingers play you like the piano he once spent hours practising, pulling sounds from your bitten lips that will certainly get you caught. “I can see why men go to war over women because I would fight to live out my days between your legs.”

You are about to respond, to tell him not to be so crude, but you are at a loss for words when two fingers penetrate your core and curl to press against your sweet spot. You’re at his mercy, until the gracious prince decides that he’s had his fill of you – you are simply his supper.

A tasty one at that.

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skzhocomments · 3 months ago

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The Rising Empress - Bang Chan Stray Kids Fanfic (Masterlist)

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Pairing: Bang Chan (of Stray Kids) x OC (name: Aristia)

Genre: non-idol AU, Royal AU, soft enemies to lovers, angst, romance, mature

Word Count: ~64k words divided in 17 chapters

Warnings: explicit, mature, swearing, feelings of hopelessness, angst, depression, crying, domestic violence, depression, anxiety, angst, etc.

This is just a story that doesn’t describe Stray Kids members' true characters in any way. It’s just a product of my imagination and should be treated as such.

This story is also on Wattpad (click here) and AO3 (click here)

A/N: As any other writer out there, I would appreciate reblogs and your comments on this story. Please let me know if you enjoyed it, and most importantly, have fun!

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Summary:

“I guarantee you nothing will happen to you. I give you my word.” “How much does your word weigh, though?” Aristia scoffs. “You vowed during our wedding to love, cherish, and protect me no matter what. So far, none of your vows were respected. You said it yourself. You were never a husband to me.” “Neither were yours. In sickness and in health, I will stand by your side. With all that I am and all that I have, I pledge my loyalty and my love to you.” Chris scoffs as well. “You didn’t give me any chance to get close to you. You’ve put up your barriers and thought of me as your enemy since day one.” She comes closer to him. “I had no idea we shared an enemy instead, Aristia. Truly. I thought you were a spy.” “You didn’t even ask me anything. You dead bolted me.” “How could I have trusted you? You are the daughter of my enemy.” Chris frowns. “I don’t know. How can I trust you now, then? You are a man who hates me for simply being born as a princess of the enemy kingdom.” “… I assume you can’t.”

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The Kingdom of the South and the Empire of the Sun forge an alliance at the expense of Princess Aristia - the daughter of a King who didn’t want her, sent over like a sacrificial lamb to his enemy, a man who doesn’t want her either, who won’t even cast a look at her. She decides she won’t look at him either. Two can play this game. --- Non-idol AU This story takes place in an alternate universe where Bang Chan is Emperor Mature content ahead. 18+ ©storminsidemycore

Hello!

Storm here!

The Rising Empress is a story I've started writing on 17/01/2024 and finished on 28.10.2024.

I've always been an avid Manga and Manhwa reader, so I've pretty much gotten inspiration from the hundreds of things I've read, which is how this story was born.

I hope you will enjoy it, as I'm extremely proud with how it turned out. It's safe to say that for me personally, this is one of my best, if not the best work.

The main character's name (Aristia) is inspired after the Manhwa The Abandoned Empress - which is where I found this name and its meaning. Apparently, "Aristia" means "Rising Empress", which I found quite fitting for this story.

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The story and cover are original and my property. Any similarities to other stories are purely coincidental. Aristia, the protagonist, is a made-up character.

Stray Kids members or any other famous people mentioned along this story DO NOT represent their true character in any way, they are simply mentioned in order to provide a visual representation for the readers. Their personas obviously have nothing to do with their true personalities. They're just characters I've created for this story, so please don't take this too seriously.

Mature content ahead. Lots of trigger warnings apply, so please read carefully.

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18+

©storminsidemycore

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Chapter 1 - The Sacrificial Lamb - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 2 - The Wedding - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 3 - Mistreatment and the Loss of Self - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 4 - The Bearer of Bad News - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 5 - Dirt on the Marble Floors - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 6 - When You're on Your Own - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 7 - When the Emperor Takes Notice - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 8 - Envy and Power - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 9 - Yearning for More - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 10 - The Battlefield inside the Palace - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 11 - Setting the Plan in Motion - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 12 - Aristia's Letter - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 13 - Betraying the Emperor - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 14 - The Punishment - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 15 - A Way Out - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 16 - Slowly Building Trust - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

Chapter 17 - The Rising Empress (Final Chapter) - Tumblr + Wattpad + AO3

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Thank you so much for reading my story, and I'm looking forward to your thoughts!

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sparklingchan · 10 months ago

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Serendipity || Seo Changbin (Stray Kids)

Pairing: Reader(fem.) X Changbin

Word Count: 5.4k+

Warnings: Suggestive, mentions of pregnancy (the reader is not pregnant) , mentions of poison, Changbin is sweeter than sugar. Set in the Joseon Era.

Genre: Royal AU, Arranged marriage AU, fluff with very slight angst.

Description: The King of Joseon had chosen you as his queen. But there are those that wish for this union to fail. Will your love be enough to overcome the competitiveness of the Palace?

A/N: Hello everyone! Back with another installation of the SKZ Royal AU. I am genuinely in love with this one ngl. King Changbin is a rizzler y'all. Hope you guys have fun reading this <3

Do check out the other fics in the skz royal series. (The stories are not interrelated)

Here's the link to the masterlist.

Being a woman in this country is not an easy task. Especially when one is a candidate for the position of the country's Queen.

You'd dreamt of this for years, the idea sewn into every thought by your father even since you were child. With time, you'd welcomed the thought without a complaint.

"My lady, the Royal messenger is here." Somi informs you, and your nervousness just goes up by a thousand.

Did you manage to become the Queen and make your father proud? Or did you get disqualified and were now just a daughter of some minister and free to marry any other commoner like yourself?

You run down the hallway and enter the pavillion in front of your house, the colorful banners of the Royal entourage shine under the bright sun.

You straighten your robes and kneel down, head almost touching the ground, as a mark of respect for the King's verdict.

The chief Eunuch opens up the scroll in his hands.

"Please find enclosed the Royal Edict from the King's Court:

I, Seo Changbin, the King of Joseon, have chosen Miss y/n of House Kim as my wife and, by extension, the Queen of our beloved country. I have consulted the three High State Councilors and my mother- the Queen Dowager about the same and we have all unanimously agreed that she would be the best choice for the country as well as the Royal family, owing it all to her wits, beauty and manners.

Congratulations to Miss y/n and her family.

The Royal family would also like to extend an invitation to the bride-to-be to shift into the Detached Palace at the earliest as part of the customary pre wedding ritual. "

It feels as if someone had punched out the air from your lungs, you couldn't speak nor stand, while your parents and brother continuously thanked the Royal Eunuch, accepting all the gifts sent by the Palace for you.

But you couldn't move. You just stayed there, frozen. For life as you had known it has come to an end.

And thereafter begins a new, Royal chapter of your life.

"I'm going to miss you, my child."

The days since the Edict pass by in a heartbeat. All the members of your family were busy with packing your belongings while you were busy with mentally preparing yourself to leave your family and house behind forever.

Yes, you'd always wanted to be a Queen. Yes, you'd spent years getting ready for this role. Yet when the time finally comes, it hurts you to think about leaving behind twenty three years of your life.

"I'm going to miss you too, mother." On hearing your words, your mother cries harder.

But as usual, your father shows no emotion. His face is calm.

"Remember, y/n, there are no friends in the Palace other than your husband. You cannot confide in anyone but him. The other concubines will do anything to gain his favor, but you shall always be a step ahead. Be vigilant and loyal. You will make a great Queen." He says. Like the strategist he'd always been.

"Yes, father." You reply, swallowing the lump in your throat.

Your mother clinges to your arm.

"We will try and visit you whenever we can. I'm sure his Majesty will allow."

"Yes, of course. You can visit me anytime. The Palace is only a few hours from here."

"Oh, my child! How will I ever live without you!" Another sob tears out from your mother's throat. You hug her with all the love and care you could muster up in that moment.

Your father walks out of the room, hands behind his back and face twisted into a frown.

The Detached Palace is to be a temporary residence for the bride-to-be. For over the next thirty days, you would be receiving lessons on various subjects like history, Royal Etiquette, sewing, cooking and most importantly- lessons on intimacy. The last lesson is considered most important, according to Somi, since it allows you to birth as many healthy heirs as possible.

After helping you dress up for the night and setting up your bed, your maids take your leave for the night, only Somi remaining by your side.

"Do you think I'll see the King tomorrow? It's queer but I'd like to know what my future husband looks like, at least."

Somi sighs, "I don't think it's allowed, my lady. I believe you can only see his Majesty on your wedding day. A month from now."

You're oddly disappointed. You had dreamt so many nights of seeing the King, holding his hand, being by his side, yet the King in those dreams often never had a face.

Was it wrong to yearn to look at your future husband's face? Just once?

A subtle knock on your door startles the both of you.

"Yes?"

"My lady, the King is here to see you." Your handmaid almost whispers the words through the door.

With unparalleled urgency, Somi helps you straighten your clothes and rushes off towards the door.

"Your majesty." The maids and Somi greet him with the customary bow, while you purse your lips in a line, head hanging in a subtle bow.

Your heart hammers against your chest. It's so loud, you're sure even the King could hear it.

"Please give us some privacy." The King commands.

And you heart beats faster on hearing his voice for the first time. Gentle, yet authoritative, just like you'd dreamt.

When Somi closes the door behind her, you almost regret wishing to see your future husband. The proximity makes you nervous and you could only hope you'd not faint in front of him.

"My lady, you may rise."

You'd almost forgotten you were still bowing to him. You mentally slap yourself.

"Y-yes, your majesty. " your voice comes out as an embarrassing squeak, your eyes still on the ground.

You'd prayed for this moment for years, y/n. Why couldn't you just meet his eyes?

As if sensing your inner conflict, the King takes two long strides towards you and hooks his index finger under your chin, sending a chill down your body.

"My lady, please look at me."

And you do.

And he's like everything you'd ever wished for.

Perfect, like a beautifully crafted sculpture.

His soft brown locks, his rosy lips, the subtle mischief in his eyes. Everything is perfect.

"Y-yes, your majesty. Sorry." You mumble.

The king smiles, rubbing circles into your cheeks.

"You may call me Changbin when we're alone."

You nod.

"I just came to ask if you're finding your new residence comfortable. We both shall be busy with lessons tomorrow onwards so I figured tonight would be a good time to visit my bride."

His bride? His bride?

Your legs feel weak.

"I'm finding it extremely comfortable, your majesty. Thank you for your hospitality. "

Changbin let's out a low chuckle, leaning towards you. His lips hover inches above yours. And when he speaks, you feel hot air on your lips, "I told you, y/n. Call me Changbin."

You frantically nod.

"Good. Better be careful next time, my bride."

When you wake up the next morning, you're sure you'd dreamt everything that happened last night.

But apparently not.

"The King is a dashing young man." Somi teases as she lathers a concoction of herbs into your hair. "You're lucky, my lady. He seems to be a gentleman."

But you are too caught up in your thoughts to reply to her.

Did the king of Joseon really come all the way to the Detached Palace to see you? What if he's disappointed with how you had reacted? But he shouldn't blame you at all.

You had not been expecting anyone yesterday night, especially not him. But he did come to you. And he touched your chin. If you focus hard enough, you could feel his touch lingering in the area.

"My lady?" Somi clicks her fingers in front of your eyes, "Come back to earth. We have to get you ready for the classes today."

Blushing, you reply, "What classes do I have today?"

You had three classes today: Palace etiquette, literature and what Somi insists most important: lessons on reproduction.

While Palace etiquette mostly includes lesson on how to behave with Royal elders, ministers, maids, the King, literature includes important pieces of literature that are important for a woman.

And lastly, the most dreaded time arrived.

The reproduction lessons.

The tutor shows you all sorts of obnoxious hand movements and some drawings of couples in intimate positions. You feel uncomfortable from the beginning till the end.

A woman at least five decades older than you is teaching you about intimacy? Very awkward, to say the least.

But you heave a sigh of relief when the classes end for the day and you make your way to your room in the Detached palace.

"It's just the first day, Somi and I'm already tired to the bone." You say, kicking your shoes off.

"Well, it's going to be a lifetime of time this now, my lady. And you best be prepared for it."

You reply Somi with silence. But her words make you wonder. If this palace life would ever be less tiring someday? Would it even be worth it?

Perhaps not.

But King Changbin 's face flashes in front of your eyes; his sparkling eyes, mischievous grin, his feather like touch- maybe he is what will make everything worth it.

That night, after your maids get your bed ready while Somi is combing your hair, a familiar announcement echoes through the corridors of the Detached Palace.

"My lady, the King is here to see you."

His smiling face peeps through the doors as your maids hurry out of the room. He wears blue silk robes, and you feel weaker in his presence than you did yesterday.

"Did you miss me, y/n?"

And thus begins a month of secret nightly visits by the King of Joseon to the Detached Palace.

Everyday, you wake up looking forward to the time when King Changbin would come knocking at your doors, always up to some jesting.

Sometimes, he brings you fruits you'd mentioned you liked or he tells you stories from his childhood. At other times, he tells you about that one teacher he will hate till the end of time.

But most times, he spends his time listening to you talk- about everything and everyone, about the skies and gods, about ghosts and afterlife, about favourite foods and literature. After you'd overcome the initial shyness, opening upto Changbin was as easy as breathing, almost natural. Of course, you were still nervous around him, but it's a feeling you'd come to like.

Is this what the writers and poets describe as 'butterflies'?

"Do you think I'll make a good Queen?" You ask him one night. He sits in front you on a cushion, across the room, a position you told him is appropriate for two unwed people (although he did not agree to it initially).

If your nightly shenanigans were to be ever discovered by anyone, you would not want to be found in close proximity to each other even though you were betrothed to each other. He's breaking Palace rules everyday as it is.

He hums, "Of course! I think you'll make a great Queen. You're so good at your lessons already."

"That does not guarantee anything. I might not be good at taking the responsibilities."

"Do you trust my judgment, y/n? I think you'll make a great Queen. And even if you are overwhelmed, I shall always be here."

That night he leaves earlier than he usually does, owing to the fact that tomorrow is the day where his concubines are to be welcomed into the palace. Five of them.

The thought leaves you feeling bitter and dejected, but you make sure to not make those feelings obvious. This is a rule for Kings, to take as many concubines as possible to ensure the continuation of the blood line.

"Don't worry, my lady. Your rank in the palace is above these petty concubines. They will not mess with you." Somi comforts your thoughts the next day.

"But what if Changbin favors them more?"

Somi does not reply to that question.

On your 18th birthday, your father had promised to you that he would make you the Queen of this country. He kept his promise because here you are, after five years, getting dressed to be married to the most powerful man in the country.

Your father always insisted that powerful men do not love but Changbin's sparkling eyes always contradicted everything your father had taught. Nevertheless, you know the competitiveness among the concubines for the King's affection is mad. More often than not, even the Queen gets involved in petty fights.

But you try to remove all thoughts of your father and the concubines today. Because today, you are to be married to King Changbin. From today, your name will be written in the historical logs of the Royal family. From today, a new life begins.

"Are you okay, my lady?" Somi asks, "You look worried."

"I'm fine. Just hope the ceremony goes well."

The ceremony does go well and in all honesty, you were not worried about the ceremony itself. You were worried about the aftermath.

The maids guide you to your new palace, and get you dressed in white robes for the wedding night. The night when you will finally meet Changbin as his wife. The butterflies swim around in your belly.

The bed is decorated with flower petals and a few candles are lit. Everything is perfect.

"The King is here." One of your ladies in waiting announce and you get up to greet your husband.

The maids leave the room as the doors slide open and Changbin steps in, also dressed in white robes. He looks dashing, but his signature grin is nowhere to be found.

When the doors close behind him, he walks past you to the bed, the scent of liquor evident in his breath.

"Have you been drinking, your majesty?" You ask him, worried by his odd behavior.

What was wrong with him? Why wouldn't he even bother to meet your eyes?

"Changbin." He slurs, wrapping the blankets around him, "Call me Changbin."

He turns away from you and is snoring away in no time.

The butterflies in your stomach flutter around before dropping dead.

You did not sleep that night. Even though you were sleeping next to the man you love, you felt lonelier than ever.

Many times during the night, you consider walking out of the bed chamber to the servants quarter so you could talk to Somi. But you couldn't do that. Because you were now the Queen of this country and every single step you take will have its repercussions.

When morning comes, Changbin wakes up in a haste and greets you with a subtle nod and walks out of the chamber in long strides.

You well the tears back. It's your first day as Queen and hadn't he always promised to be there when you were overwhelmed? Had he lied? Or was it Changbin's doppelganger who visited you every night in the Detached palace?

Somi comes in a few minutes later with an excited smile on her face.

When she does your hair for the day, she asks, "So, how was the wedding night?"

You want to answer her truthfully - how cold Changbin had been, how he had not even looked at you let alone touch you, how you think he had changed almost overnight. But you see the prying eyes of the other palace maids and swallow your sadness.

"It was perfect. Like everything I'd ever hoped for."

"He was gentle, I hope." She says through a grin, but it feels like someone pouring alcohol on an open wound.

"Yes. He was."

As part of royal customs, the new bride is supposed to visit the senior most female member of the family and greet her. In your case, the member happens to King Changbin's mother.

Somi dresses you in the most exquisite silks and adorns your hair with the most precious flower but you feel nothing at all when everyone compliments you on the way out of your new Queen's palace.

Your mother in law's palace is a little far from the Queen's palace yet it is as beautiful as any other palace. From inside as well as outside.

"Greetings, your majesty. It is nice to meet you." You bow in front of the Queen Dowager.

The woman-not more than sixty years of age- looks at you with a gentle smile.

"Come in, y/n. Please be at ease."

You're seated in front of her on a cushion while the Queen Dowager's maids serve you breakfast.

"I hope your first day here goes well, my child. Our family is thrilled to have you." She says.

"The pleasure is all mine, your majesty. I am honored to be a part of this family." You say.

In the back of your mind, you wonder if Changbin is thrilled to have you or not. Probably not.

The mere thought of yesterday's rejection stings.

"Y/n, truth be told, my son is a quite a troubled man. His father was murdered in front of his eyes. He was made the king when he was only 16 years old. It's been 7 years since then, but the burden only gets worse. I hope you, as a Queen and as his wife, can help him lessen these burdens. Can you do that?" The Queen Dowager asks again, sipping tea from a small cup.

"I will do everything I can to help him." If only he'd let you.

"Good, good. I'm glad. And one more thing, y/n, you know as Queen one of your primary duties is to produce an heir for Changbin's throne. I hope you're working on that, yes?"

Heat reaches your cheeks. If only the poor woman knew what her dear son had done last night. If his behavior continues, perhaps it will be long before the Queen Dowager sees the face of a royal grandchild.

"We are trying, your majesty. We will not disappoint you." You reply, sipping tea from your own cup.

"Great! I shall send all types of herbs and tonics to help you conceive as fast as possible. I shall also draw up a chart after consulting the astrologer..." the Queen Dowager's voice fades into the background as your mind drifts off to the nights in the Detached palace, when Changbin would come and spend all his free time with you, against the rules of the palace. At that time, you had been sure that producing an heir would be a beautiful process, not a chore.

But Changbin does not even treat the thought like a chore.

Did he not love you? Did his Royal duties burden him too much?

When you leave the Queen Dowager's palace, you walk past The King's palace. It is as beautiful and majestic as they say. But you wonder if you'll ever be able to set foot in the same.

As if on cue, you see Concubine Jung walking out of the King's palace, her maids behind her. The butterflies in your stomach burn with jealousy.

She has a smirk on her face when she sees you.

"Eun, did you know there's a rumor around the palace that the King refused to sleep with the Queen last night? Sad, isn't it?" Concubine Jung says.

One of her maids giggle and nod, "Of course! How could the Queen even live with this shame?"

You cry yourself to sleep that night, while Somi does everything in her abilities to soothe you.

Needless to say, nothing worked.

"My lady, wake up. The King has invited you to breakfast with him." Somi informs one morning, six months after your wedding.

"Tell him I have a bad stomach bug. I cannot go."

You'd be found dead before sharing a meal with him and that obnoxious Concubine Jung. You'd shared enough meals with them already.

The past months, the King had not visited you even once but often you'd see him walking the gardens with Concubine Jung at his side.

After the first few weeks, you had no tears left to shed anymore so when the rumor came in last month that Concubine Jung might be pregnant, your eyes do not water no matter how much you force yourself to cry.

"I do not wish to congratulate them." You say, true and plain.

"My lady, he's invited only you. Not anyone else."

So you agree. As a last attempt to make your marriage work, even if it's just for your own sake.

Somi dresses you in green robes- The King's favorite. You quickly make your way to his palace, as if someone else would take your place if you didn't hurry. It's sad your thoughts had turned so negative in just half a year in the palace.

Your father had told you the King would take in many lovers during his lifetime, and that being Queen is about having power, not being loved.

But you think he didn't warn you enough. He didn't warn you how lonely it would be to sleep on the cold bed every night, how painful it would be to see the King smile at someone else.

Even if you did wish for a child, how could you produce you a child without Changbin?

"Good morning, your majesty." You say to him when you enter his bed chamber. It smells like cinnamon, a smell he'd often carry with himself back when he used to visit you at the Detached palace. Back when you were sure the king had been in love with you.

"Hello, my Queen. Please have a seat."

The butterflies dance around for a split second.

"Did you sleep well last night?" He asks, taking a seat in front of you.

"Yes." Lies. "Thank you for inviting me over."

When the maids leave the both of you alone, his demeanor changes.

"Actually, y/n, I had something to talk to you about." He says, casually, as if he hadn't been hurting you everyday for the past few months.

"What is it?" You ask.

He sighs, "It's mother. Ever since that rumor of Concubine Jung being pregnant spread. She wants the first grandchild to be of the Queen."

His words do not faze you, "How can I help you, Changbin?"

He frowns. Since when had your tone become this melancholic?

"Um, so if I have your consent, I'd like to try for a child tomorrow night. We'll see how that goes, yeah?"

"Okay. I will be honored." You say.

You finish up the food quickly and almost slide the doors open when he grabs your arm from behind.

"Y/n, what is it? Did something happen? Are your parents well?"

"My parents are well enough, thank you for asking." You say, keeping your eyes on the ground.

"Then? What happened? Is it Concubine Jung? Really, you did not have to be jealous of her. She's not pregnant. I can assure you of that. I have not consummated my marriage with any one of the concubines."

His words seem to have an effect on you. Your heart blossoms with hope but you keep your face and voice neutral.

"I am not jealous, Changbin. If one of the concubines get pregnant, I shall wish you both well."

You force your arm out of his grip and walk out the palace, not looking back once.

Changbin's stares at your leaving figure, now worried beyond relief that he might have broken the one person he cared for the most by his pursuits of a greater good.

While the past few months for you had been filled with loneliness, for Changbin it was almost the same-if not worse.

The first night of your marriage was filled with as many butterflies for him, as it was for you.

He had fallen in love with you and he wasn't afraid to show the world how much you meant to him. He wanted to hold you, kiss you, make love to you. And he had all plans to do that on the first night.

But that was until he had overheard a secret conversation between Concubine Jung and her father- Minister Jung.

For all he knew, Minister Jung had always wanted his daughter to be the Queen but being the dim-wit that she was, Concubine Jung could not even get through the first stage.

"Father, it's been two days since I'd been in the palace and that man has not visited me once. He had not even asked for my name the day of the welcoming. What kind of man is he? And you say I am to be Queen!"

"Hush, child. In this palace, even the walls are listening. Be careful. And as far as the position of Queen is concerned, you need not worry. If the King does bed the Queen tonight and she get pregnant, we shall make sure her pregnancy terminates before maturity. I have connections with all sorts of medicine vendors in the country, be assured, she shall never see the face of a child. After we weaken the Queen, we can take her throne as easily!"

Changbin had wanted to laugh at the man's foolish plans but deep down, he was worried as well. For you.

Which is why he pushed you away for so long and kept Concubine Jung close. While she tried everything in her power to seduce him, he refused her under the pretense of keeping an oath of abstinence for a year.

Every time she tried to even hold his hand, Changbin thought of you; your innocent eyes, your talks, your wit, your hands, your beautiful hair. No woman could make him feel like you do.

Changbin's secret informants had confirmed that Minister Jung had not one but two houses full of gold and cash he'd collected as illegal taxes from the local people. He'd also sometimes force husbands to send their wives to him in exchange for money. Even the thought nauseated Changbin.

Every time Concubine Jung visited, he made sure to collect some sort of evidence through her. He even visited her every night and while she snored away, he stole some of her gold jewlery and clothes to get them checked as evidence of the illegal taxes her father had been collecting.

And sure enough, after a few months of spying on her and her father, Changbin had gathered enough evidence by now to expose both of them at the court.

But he realised quickly that Minister Jung had a few tricks up his sleeves as well. The rumor of his daughter's pregnancy would make it difficult for Changbin to expose him easily, and so Changbin waited every night that the rumors would die down so he could run to the Queen's Palace and hug you with all his might. You were not safe unless the father and daughter were deposed.

And for some selfish reasons, Changbin had hoped you'd understand the reason behind his distance. But no woman could find a logical reason behind her lover being absent and it was horribly wrong for him to expect you to do the same.

"Are you stupid?" His friend, the eccentric dancer Minho had asked him.

Changbin had told him how coldly you'd behaved this afternoon when he'd asked you if you wished to try for a child. Most women would giggle and blush. But you were like a statue.

"You push her away for months and make her feel lonely and not loved and what not and you have the audacity to ask her that?"

"Well, yes. Mother had been pressuring me for a child and obviously, even with the pressure, I would never do anything that y/n would not have wanted but I thought it would be a great way to reconnect with her. Even if it didn't end in child making or whatever."

Minho let's out a frustrated groan, "You have to learn so much, Bin. But let's start with this- be honest with her. She's your wife and you ought to tell her everything. Give answers to all her questions and hold her hand if she let's you. Small steps first, a child can wait."

Changbin nods, " Okay, should I go to her right now?"

"Yes, you idiot!" Minho says, earning a slap on the arm from The King of Joseon.

He should be glad he's not being beheaded for calling the King an idiot.

You're almost done getting ready for bed when the lady in waiting makes an unexpected announcement .

"My lady, the King is here to see you."

Your heart leaps and the butterflies come alive again only to die down once you realise why he might be there. For a child. Isn't that why he's here? Isn't that why people get married in the first place?

"Y/n." He sighs when he enters the room, almost out of relief. He purses his lips.

"Is there anything I could help you with?" You ask.

Oh, how badly he'd hurt you. He could see the hurt in your eyes, in your voice, in your mannerisms.

"Y/n, I'm sorry. I really am. I know I have caused you pain and I cannot imagine how lonely it must have been. But I hope you know that I really do love you and only you."

"Then why the distance? Why visit Concubine Jung every night?" You ask, hands on your hips.

The tears that had left you threatened to return again.

And he tells you everything. From the conversation he overheard to how insistently Concubine Jung asked him for a child to how much solid proof he'd collected over the months and how he'd sent those evidences to the Minister of Security, who in turn ensured that by tomorrow the Jungs will out of the palace and be imprisoned for life.

It all makes sense to you now, of course it does. Yet you feel guilty. He'd been trying to protect you, all this while.

"I'm sorry, Changbin. I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions. I only-"

"Don't apologize, y/n. It's me that should apologize. I should have somehow tried to contact you and tell you about everything. I'm-"

"No, no, Please. Don't. You only tried to protect me and-"

"No, y/n, it's all my fault, please-"

Somi overhears the entire conversation through the door, her mind finally relaxing after the misunderstanding had been solved between you and the King. She could no longer stand you being this sad. And she somehow knew King Changbin had his own reasons for his behavior.

She hears soft sounds of kissing through the door and takes it as a sign to move away from the door, and join the other maids waiting outside the palace door. She smiles to herself.

The butterflies burn with passion.

"I do not wish for a child this early. I want to be here like this with you for a while, just y/n and Changbin and maybe two or three years later, we could try for a child. What do you think?"

When he kissed you initially, you half expected this to end up in the bed. But it did. And you're glad it did.

The butterflies bloom more than ever.

You're wrapped in his arms, tightly. The nakedness no longer bothering the either of you.

"I agree. I want to be this close to you every night, not as a Queen or the mother of your child. But as y/n. As your wife."

Changbin draws his face closer to you, pecking you on the lips, "And so you shall, my love."

And so you shall.

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EMPYREAN PRINCE CASCADES, KSM.

✰ summary: “i am yours even if this is meant to be a loveless marriage between us. no feelings involved, just politics.” — it started with a diplomatic agreement between two kingdoms to stop a war but ended up cascading to a love-driven affinity.

✰ pairing: prince!seungmin x afab!reader (princess)

✰ genre: slow burn, strangers-to-lovers, fixed marriage, mediocre angst, romance.

✰ warnings: profanity, mentions of war, wounds, kissing, not proofread, let me know if i missed something.

✰ word count: 10.2k

✰ playlist — war of hearts (until kingdom come) masterlist collab. ♡

✰ notes: thank you so much @hyunverse for making this collab possible! i enjoyed writing for seungmo’s entry and i hope everyone will love reading each member’s endjng. as much as i want to write this longer than 10k, it is what it is for me tho T-T but i’m really happy that i am part of it! once again, thank you so much. and to the readers, i hope you’ll enjoy the rollercoaster ride! don’t forget to leave feedbacks and reblog! <333

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Seungmin stood at the altar, hands clasped below his waist as he watched you walk down the aisle. The Empyrean cathedral was packed with the elites and other royals from the neighboring kingdoms to witness the Princess of Noctifer betrothed to the Prince of Empyreanーeven the townsmen. A sigh escaped your lips as your hands tightened their grip on your bouquet. This marriage was too soon and both kingdoms wanted to rush the celebration. And for what? Treaties of peace, stronger alliance, preventing wars, and improving bilateral agreementsーjust for the sake of politics perhaps?

You were sick of it but at the same time, you were left with no choice but to stand for your kingdom’s well-being. And the smiles your parents are drawing on their faces hold the triumph and success while letting their daughter falls into the hands of someone they don’t know.

The wedding march just comes in and out of your ears. A traditional sound you always hear when you were invited to all the wedding events that happened in the past. They were all arranged marriages, nothing has done it out of love. Royals would say love is an inconvenience to your duties, yours even, but you’ve never been in love. You were just another bookworm who loved to bury their nose between the pages of romance novels hoping for those stories to become your reality. But now that you are stuck with Seungmin for life, your fate started to change the moment you took a step toward the altar.

You don’t know Seungmin, you don’t know a lot of things about him, you may have heard rumors that he is a snob and doesn’t-give-a-fuck type of prince but he is less or more than that. This marriage was made to strengthen the two kingdoms' alliances and fight together in matters of war. These reasons are not new anymore, they are always the excuse to gather wealth and a repulsive sense of power. But you were too independent to be the wife of someone you barely know. Two months wasn’t enough to get to know each other, but you know Seungmin isn’t as bad as what you heard from baseless rumors yet you could feel how cold he is.

“It takes time,” They said. “The Prince is kind,” They said. “The Queen wanted him to marry to have grandchildren,” It made no sense at all.

You don’t hate him, you don’t like him either and nothing is going on even if the priest asked him to kiss the bride. No spark and passion. That kiss you shared on the altar was just for show. A way to fool everyone that you were good and Seungmin felt the same. Nothing. Both of you admit that it was hard to pretend and force yourself to follow the things you were and weren’t supposed to do. He couldn’t even flash a smile or hold your hand unless necessary. It hurts your pride and ego to stand beside him, but who are you to complain? Both of you agreed to do this in the first place anyway.

The candles burned as the black smoke escalated in the air—quiet. Sounds of crickets from the open garden outside and the wind casually enter your shared bedroom. You sat quietly as Seungmin was reading a letter from the parliament. He should be paying attention to you as a husband and wife, but there he is, covered with focus and thoughts as the words echo inside his head from the paper. It was hard to pretend that you are not hurt when you are not heard. You believed that ignoring each other would be easy in the sense that you’ve got no romantic feelings involved, but the fact that he is supposed to be a loving husband who pays attention to his wife. At least getting to know each other more.

“It’s already bedtime, Your Highness,” You spoke as Seungmin sighed, rolling the paper.

“Let’s not do this,” He said, sitting beside you on your shared bed for the first night. “I know you are not comfortable,” He added.

“It doesn’t matter how I feel,” You said, looking at him but Seungmin couldn’t even spare you a look. “Can you at least lay with me?” You asked.

“No need,” He sighed. “We’ll get a divorce after 2 years anyway, you won’t have to pretend that you care.”

“Because we’re in this situation? I’m still your wife, I have the very right to care.” You retorted but your husband just shook his head in response.

“Good night Y/N,”

Seungmin left the room leaving you dumbfounded. It was supposed to be your honeymoon right after the wedding celebration. The royal servants have prepared a place of your privacy and expected a night full of passion and love, yet both of you loved to disappoint everyone else and listen to your feelings. But still, you were going to try, for the sake of this agreement. And there he disappeared. He doesn’t care and you just heard the doors of the room shut as his footsteps faded in the hallway. Only a sigh escaped from your lips and took the candlestick from the table, blowing the flame away.

Being distant from each other cascaded almost every day. You are often found in the library reading books, sometimes in the garden taking strolls with your maids tailing you, and rarely at the study. Seungmin doesn’t pay attention, maybe he trusts you a bit with intelligence and is dependent when it comes to politics. But who cares about politics when your husband wanted a divorce after 2 years? This marriage is also political from whatever angle you may want to look at.

Many people believe that falling in love in this type of situation is accurate but dealing with this is the opposite of being written in a fairytale. You believe that they only exist in books and are never written in real life. People consider themselves lucky when they get to experience what falling in love feels like in a genuine manner. But risking your freedom for a loveless and political marriage is a whole different story.

It holds the agreement: “I am yours even if this is meant to be a loveless marriage between us. No feelings involved, just politics.” You admit that it hurts your ego to jump into the well. The possibility of falling in love is crucial in this type of scenario especially when Seungmin doesn’t give a shit and you just try to be what you are supposed to be—the new Princess of the Empyrean kingdom and the wife of the only heir to the throne. But sometimes, you wish it was more than that.

It was the usual Thursday afternoon where you are sitting on the couch inside the library disregarding the fact that you have to study the negotiations of Seungmin’s kingdom. Reading novels is a force of habit and you are always entertained which is disregarding the fact that you need to study.

The big windows allowed the afternoon sunlight to touch the marble floor as they reflected on the glass making rainbows and shapes. It was pretty to look at and it added to the mood of your imagination. You know Seungmin loves to read, but his interest in books is highly different from yours, from the genre to the authors and use of vocabulary. He’s a little bit picky about it. But then again, why would you care about the smallest detail about him when you don’t even matter from his perspective?

Only a sigh escaped your lips as the thought of him crossed your mind. Living inside the Empyrean Chateau—where you decided to stay after the honeymoon—for the last couple of weeks seems heavy and dull. The routine keeps on repeating itself every day and you rarely see Seungmin around. He doesn’t share the same room with you anymore and at the same time, his duty is in the palace of the King and Queen. It’s peaceful, somehow but you would still feel the loneliness inside despite the presence of your maids and the other workers around. You weren’t supposed to think about Seungmin when he’s not around but as a wife, you need to mind your commitment.

Flipping a page on the book, you heard a knock outside of the library which had caught your attention. It doesn’t happen every day, but then you sensed a familiar presence that envelopes the Chateau.

“Come in!” You said, placing the bookmark in between the pages and standing up to place it back on its respective shelf.

“Your Highness,” Your maid greeted with a respectful bow. “The Prince has arrived,”

“He’s home?” You asked. “For what reason?”

“He wants to see you,” The maid answered. It is probably about business. You thought because that’s the only thing that runs this affinity.

Dismissing the maid with a polite thank you, you headed outside to meet your husband at the hall. His hair is disheveled from the strong wind, gushing outside but his outfit remains neat. You stood a few meters away from him as his eyes darted on the big portrait of you and him wearing your wedding attires being displayed at the center part of the wall—it would be the first one to see the moment you enter inside the Chateau. He is dashing and debonair, the type of Prince who is pristine and has a good reputation, minus the attitude or maybe that’s how he is treating you differently than anyone else.

“Your Highness,” You called and executed a bow as Seungmin turned to face you.

“Y/n,” He said, monotonously.

“How was your visit to town?” You asked, flashing the most patient smile you have.

“Good,” He started. “How is everything in the Chateau?” He asked out of nowhere which is not his manner when it comes to you.

“Good,” You answered vaguely as he gave a nod in response. But to be very honest, Seungmin doesn’t know what else to say. Maybe he decided to come home to inform you about the news he had heard this morning from the court or not. He probably wanted to see you out of nowhere, well, he doesn’t know.

“Would you spare me a minute? I have something to say,” He said.

“I am listening, Your Highness,” You said.

“Stop with the formalities, just call me Seungmin,” He answered as you smiled gently.

“If that is fine with you?” You asked as he shake his head.

“I insist,” He answered again. “It will be a little odd for a wife to call their husband so formally. This will stay for quite a while, Y/n,” It was weird.

“Alright,” You smiled as you go along with it. “What are you going to tell me?”

“Shall we take a stroll by the garden first?” It was new.

For the past two weeks of almost ignoring each other, Seungmin’s attitude today seems different. The next thing you knew, you were both walking on the aisle watching the flowers bloom in the middle of summer. Roses are red, the lavender swayed with the air, sunflowers are standing tall and others made it healthy and lively. Seungmin fell silent as his hands were placed behind his back as he walked with you. No words were exchanged as you waited for him to speak up.

You tried to observe him more as you indulge the silence you’d shared. His side profile is so beautiful, and how much more if you get to see the wholeness of his beautiful face? You don’t want to fall for his physical beauty yet you can’t help but admire him. It is dangerous to fall for looks but you admit you like the fact that he is a bookworm too. And as you had thought a while ago, getting to know Seungmin for the past two months wasn’t enough.

“There’s chaos happening at the Western border of Empyrean. Terrorists from the Seraphina Empire wanted to cross our borders and raided a part of the town.” He started. “My father wanted me to go with him to settle a negotiation but I think I will be fighting for the war.”

“Didn’t Noctifer deployed enough soldiers to assist?” You asked. You knew the chaos in the Western border but Seungmin coming with the King to fight for peace is should be not surprising but you felt the opposite. There is a part of you that you don’t want him to leave even if you barely see him around.

“Your kingdom has deployed enough,” He answered. “But I still need to go. I have to provide aid and temporary homes for the victims. Might as well learn something to expand my knowledge and combatting skills.” He sighs in between. “It’s a hustle,”

Your eyes didn’t leave his face. The expression he’s been giving is a serious one which made you hooked while listening.

“When are you leaving?” You asked, studying his features.

“In four days,” He sighed again. “I need to stay here to think. Will you be alright?” He asked, looking at you. It was your chance to look away and distract yourself from looking at the flowers. Yes, I will be fine, I am used to being alone in this place without your presence and why are you suddenly worried? You didn’t answer for a while, you don’t know what to say. Seungmin, leaving for a war? You don’t know when he will be back.

“I will,” You smiled.

“I mean, will you be fine having me around or when I’m gone?” He asked again, halting to look at you.

“I mean, you don’t even care about me so what’s with the question?” That was rude. It was a straightforward question, but you were just being honest. How on earth would Seungmin ask about it? He never cared in the first place. You could clearly remember what he said the night after your wedding. Getting a divorce in 2 years after everything is just stupid nonsense. But Seungmin stood there in silence.

“I just wanted to know,” He said after a few seconds.

“It doesn’t matter Seungmin,” You said as he nodded in agreement. It was awkward for both of you. Getting married without feelings is already hard enough to deal with. The context is empty but with one purpose, politics. “We just have to deal with this and convince everyone we’re in love,”

“It’s childish,” He smirked. “I’m not one for those,”

“Me too,” You said. “But there’s nothing wrong with putting in some effort, right?”

Seungmin looked at you as if you were a mad woman and you met his eyes. True he is not fond of the genre you love but he has a part to play for the sake of this marriage. But your husband shook his head at the statement and gave you a small smile, you didn’t know what for. He understands your point yet he doesn’t want to play pretend to fool everyone in the Kingdom, the fear of commitment is all he could think of. As a Prince, he has other commitments, but to you, it is different, the one that he is unsure of. Pretending to be in love.

“You’re reading too much of that genre,” He said, shaking his head again. “There will be a gathering at the palace the night before I leave,” He said. “Everyone is expecting you to come,”

“I will be there when you need me,” You smiled.

“I guess you will have to deal with me in four days,” He smiled as you gave him a bow.

“I wouldn’t mind,” You said. “So, what do you want to do?”

Seungmin stood in front of his desk reading the reports of the chaos happening inside the Western border of the Empyrean kingdom. He remembered that this situation is quite familiar after rebel groups had messed up with the Kingdom’s sovereignty rights. Noctifer, however, has a large military capacity that the Empyrean needs to solidify their protection. Unfortunately, they were not on good terms. The King offered to marry his only son to the princess to make a peace treaty. The Prince thought it was unnecessary to build such a relationship when they only want an ally when war broke out. But it was basic tradition. Noctifer’s Princess needed a groom, as the higher-ups would say.

It was confusing and hard at the same time. The plan flows for a year after several negotiations and proposals. The two newlyweds were given a couple of months to know each other, but as has been mentioned, it wasn’t enough. You denied it when they said you needed a groom to run Noctifer in the future but the parliament would always make questionable decisions for the sake of power and sovereign rights. It shouldn’t end up this way, but Seungmin agreed with no hesitation even if it was against his will. He didn’t think of any bad things about you. After having to choose Princesses from other Kingdoms to consider as the future queen of Empyrean, none of them tackled his interest. Maybe the thought of ‘need’ have made him impulsive to say ‘yes’ to you.

Everything was awkward as he remembered your promise of loyalty; “I am yours even if this is meant to be a loveless marriage between us. No feelings involved, just politics.” There it goes again. He was amused at the same time, he doesn’t know you and he was curious as to why would you act as if you care about this marriage during the first night. Seungmin didn’t want to think about it but you keep on messing with his head. He learned that women are a distraction to his duties when he was young, he thought love doesn’t matter when it comes to politics, and he thought this marriage would be a waste of time just to preserve sovereign rights but you made an impact.

“Your Highness, are you even listening?” Asked Jisung who happened to be inside his office, talking about the casualties that the invaders have made.

“Pardon me,” He sighed.

“You seemed distracted today,” Jisung added as Seungmin sat down behind his desk, frustrated about the King’s orders. “Is something wrong?”

“Nothing,” Seungmin denied. “You are lucky you are not married,” Jisung smirked at the statement and chuckled.

“Your Highness, if this is about the Princess, you two should talk it through,” He suggested as the Prince looked at him in disappointment.

“Do you even know what I’m thinking about?” Seungmin said. “My father ordered me to stay here to spend some time with Y/n and asked if I could bring them to the gathering in three days. They also asked me what I wanted to do,”

“So what did you do?” Jisung asked, intrigued.

“I didn’t have something in mind yet,” Seungmin sighed. “But at the same time, I want to return the favor for saving my Kingdom’s demise,”

“Love,” Jisung suggested as Seungmin gave him that look again.

“Shut up,” Seungmin defended.

“Oh please, it will eventually come your way,” Jisung smirked. “The Princess is brave enough to settle disagreements by marrying you,”

“Y/n is your wife,” “You should spend some time with the Princess before you leave,” “Who knows when will the war ends,” It’s like a chore to follow orders, it has always been since the beginning. Maybe he is too distracted with his chores to forget about you, or maybe you were too busy to give him a chance to know you more. You don’t even treat him like a friend, both of you were just committed to doing your chores. “And who knows if you are going to come back alive?” Seungmin doesn’t want that.

“It feels like I owe Y/n if we put it at that,” Seungmin said vaguely.

“It’s actually you two owe each other for the sake of diplomacy,” Jisung answered.

“You sound smart,” Seungmin said rolling his eyes as Jisung scoffed in disagreement. “Anyway, you are dismissed, say my regards to Hyunjin,”

“Very well your Highness,” Jisung smiled as he stood up from his seat and executed a bow before leaving his office. After a few minutes, you saw Jisung walk past the hallway as you were seeing Seungmin to visit him. You as well received a report about the Noctiferian soldiers who deployed the other day to accommodate the inefficiency of Empyrean defenders. The war between Seraphinian terrorists and the Empyrean Kingdom has extended to the southwest border. Casualties expanded, lives were taken, and the scarcity of basic needsーit was getting worse by every minute. Victims of war have already fled to the South.

You knocked at his door twice before you could hear a faint voice coming from inside. The door opened gently as you enter with grace. Seungmin seemed frustrated the moment you came in, probably because of the war going on or the thought that Jisung left.

“Good morning, Your Highness,” You greeted.

“Good morning, Y/n,” He greeted back. “Now what did I tell you about the formalities?”

“I apologize,” You giggled. “But I’m here for the report,”

“Jisung already told me,” Seungmin said. “Have a seat,”

Nodding at him, you took the seat Jisung used earlier and examined his office as well as his condition. Worry is painted in his eyes and the troubled expression he carries made you wonder.

“You seemed distressed,” You said as Seungmin ran his fingers through his hair.

“You can tell?” He smirked. “I’m fine.”

“Doesn’t seem to me,” You answered. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” Seungmin said firmly.

“Alright,” You smiled. “Anyway, I was about to give you information about the situation at the Southwest border but I think Jisung beat me into it. Do you need some time alone? I happened to drop by quickly because I’m still preparing for the gathering in three days,” You continued as Seungmin looked at you.

“You can ditch it today, enjoy yourself at least,” Seungmin said which made you tilt your head.

“For someone who stands firm in his duty is giving me free time?” You smirked.

“I don’t want to think about that right now,” He said. “Forget about it for a while,”

“Seungmin, you need some time outside rather than staying in your office ever since yesterday and thinking about the casualties. I know it’s your duty but you’re leaving in three days, so you won’t be able to take a break starting from that,” You said as he sighs.

“Why do you care so much?” Seungmin asked which made you stop in your tracks. But he does have a point. Why do you care so much to make this marriage valid?

“I don’t know,” You answered. “Maybe I just care about you? I mean, you’re not home every day. You’re always thinking about business and politics and I feel so lonely in the study. You know why I’m here, I know why we’re doing this but I just can’t help it. You’re my husband, even if this is a loveless marriage, I’m loyal, and I don’t care about the divorce you were talking about the night after our wedding, just let me do my part. You just told me to ditch this topic so why can’t you? Go out with me.” If you ever did have feelings for Seungmin, it would be assumed that you were confessing your love for him. It will be weird and at the same time, you are trying to avoid the fact of falling for him.

“Do you like me that much?” He asked as you scoffed in response.

“How dare you say that?” You said rolling your eyes. “I just care okay? Do I need to fall for you just to care?” You defended. But fuck, I already did and I don’t know why or maybe I was just lovesick?

“Whatever Y/n,” He said shaking his head, and grabbed the scattered papers on his desk.

“Is that a no?” You asked.

“Yes, and you may leave,” He retorted as he sat on his chair, pretending to read the papers in his hand.

“Fine,” You sighed in defeat. “But just tell the maids if you want my presence or whatever the fuck you want me,” You added rolling your eyes.

“Words,” Seungmin warned.

“Attitude,” You backfired and left his office making Seungmin smile to himself while shaking his head.

The next day, you found yourself playing the harp in the middle of the hall. Seungmin is still hanging around his office while holding a meeting and you were out of the frame. But if you were being honest, you don’t want to mess up the small gathering even if you wanted to play a very important role in resolving this conflict. You already sent Jisung in to raise your concerns and suggestions, afraid of being disregarded. The parliament doesn’t usually listen but you were thankful that Jisung is always ready to take part in it.

The sounds of the instrument traveled through the halls of the Chateau but remained inaudible in your husband’s office. But it was faint and gentle. The maids and other workers stopped by to listen. You were bored in this big household anyway and Seungmin doesn’t want to give any of his time to you even if you already said your purpose. Unsure about the conversation you had yesterday, it was true that you were lovesick and he’s leaving in two days. It would make you feel more lonely. You admit you’re not used to his presence for the past two days but it made the Chateau a little bit lively and made your heart pound for a bit.

A sigh escaped your lips as you stopped playing and headed toward the garden. Seeing the flowers and the fountain in the middle made you feel relaxed other than thinking of your busy husband. You admit you were disappointed that he didn’t go out with you yesterday but you had to understand his situation. Seungmin has a priority and you are just hoping he won’t ruin your night at the gathering tomorrow.

You sat on the flat surface surrounding the fountain as you indulge in the fresh breeze of the wind, admiring the view of the garden. It was wide enough for your brain to relax but the thought of Seungmin is locked inside. It’s not like he did something to make you fall for him, maybe caring about him too much has carried the feelings. You are not wrong basically or probably it’s because of his looks and how he portrays his expression and attitude to the point that you don’t even understand what you were thinking.

Seungmin dismissed his company and asked the maids where have you gone. He just missed your musical performance. It was a hectic afternoon anyway and he needed the time to breathe. He had to fix his looks before taking a stroll to the wide garden and looking for you. Seungmin knew he have to be formal with the meeting, a white blazer, white polo inside, black pants, and belt around his waist, his bangs parted, and he looked dashing. But you didn’t see it after he was out looking for you.

“Why is my wife alone?” You heard his voice.

“Haha, funny,” You said rolling your eyes and turning around to face him. Dashing as always that it made your jaw drop. You didn’t want to be noticeable but that’s how Seungmin’s visuals affect you, other than his other qualities. He is smart you admit, yet the attitude is kind of snob and cold just like how he had treated you in his office yesterday.

“What?” He asked, raising a brow.

“Nothing,” You retorted. “You don’t have to be so formal in this household,”

“I had a meeting with the parliament, Y/n,” He said as you shrugged your shoulders.

“Why are you out here?” You asked.

“To know if you were here, I asked the maids where you’ve been,” He said, taking a few steps and sitting beside you. “You should be inside the meeting instead of Jisung, your ideas would’ve been elaborated properly,”

“I don’t like those gatherings and I already told Jisung what to do,” You defended. “How did you like them?” You asked, looking at him. Damn it, why is he so overwhelming?

“Well since it’s about resolving the conflict, you suggested bilateral agreements and military support. I agree with the military support Y/n, but are you sure about the bilateral agreements? These are rebelsー”

“Seungmin, you can always talk to the Seraphina Empire about that,” You said. “The rebels came from that kingdom and I’m sure they’re playing their part too, but for the sake of peace, you need diplomats to talk to them and make negotiations right?” Seungmin suddenly smiled as you gave him a puzzled look. “What?”

“I told you, you should have gone inside instead of Jisung. I get your point, I’ll send diplomats tomorrow morning to Seraphina,”

“You didn’t think of that earlier did you?” You smirked at him as Seungmin laughed.

“I did. I’m not stupid,” He said.

“I didn’t say you are,” You retorted.

“Of course, you didn’t,” He answered. “Do you want to go somewhere? I don’t have schedules for the rest of the day so I thought we could spend some time together?”

You looked at him once again smiling at the statement, “I thought you will never ask,”

Seungmin smiled at you in return, “I gave it a thought of what you have said to me yesー” But before he could say something, you pulled right out of the garden and dragged him out of the Chateau.

“I have something to show you,” You said. “It’s not much but it’s beautiful as if you are inside a book. It’s so calm in there,” Seungmin stayed quiet but he is amused by how adventurous this was even if it was just inside the kingdom. It was a bit far from the town and you, holding his hand felt so special. He admits it was the very first time you agreed on something, the time where he gets to spend with you that it’s not about politics and marriage. It felt easier to breathe this time and maybe all you need is to get close to disregard the tension caused by this arrangement.

Walking with you away from the crowd and headed towards the hills had him thinking. Seungmin knows every place around the kingdom but never the secluded ones. He may have missed the beauty of what’s beyond the mountains. You stopped walking when you reached the grass field with small purple and yellow flowers growing in wide spaces. Tall trees cascaded to the slope. The view of the mountains is visible from afar and he could identify the north and eastern borders. It was beautiful scenery and the sun setting adds to its beauty. Seungmin was fascinated.

“How did you find a place like this?” He asked. “I thought you like to stay inside the Chateau,”

“Just because I don’t go out that much I have a limited knowledge of these kinds of places,” You retorted. “Besides, I found it even before our wedding, I just didn’t get the time to come back,”

“It’s beautiful,” He smiled.

“You haven’t been here before?” You asked, looking at him not realizing you were still holding his hand.

“Maybe I did, I just don’t remember,” He said. “And now that you showed it to me, I guess I have a reason to come back here often,”

“I’ll take that as a thank you,” You scoffed. “You’re welcome by the way. Do you want to take a walk?”

“Yes, but please let go of my hand now,” Seungmin smirked as you panicked, quickly shoving his hand back to him and leaving to a blushing mess.

“I’m sorry!” You said, turning away because of the embarrassment but Seungmin just giggled in return. How on earth did this cold and snob prince become warm? He wasn’t the prince you were talking to about the divorce. Maybe he’s slowly opening up to become friends? He doesn’t have the choice to be mean to you because of this marriage but that doesn’t mean he’s forced when he likes you. And as what has been mentioned, it is easier to breathe now.

“It’s okay,” He said as he sat down on the grass. “Sit with me Y/n,”

You took a deep breath before facing him again and smiled, taking the space beside him. It was warm and bright, the fresh breeze of the wind came gushing around as they played with your hair and swayed with the light materials of your clothes. Both of you sat in silence and admire the beauty of nature. Seungmin must’ve fallen into his deep thoughts while you wonder about him. You shouldn’t think about him too much but his presence and connection with you have pushed it in.

“You’re leaving the day after tomorrow,” You said without looking at him.

“What, are you going to miss me?” He smirked as you snorted in response.

“Of course not,” You defended. “Well, maybe? I don’t know,” Seungmin just smiled and didn’t say anything after that. “I don’t want to decide selfishly but yes, I’ll probably miss you. I mean, we don’t see each other that much around the Kingdom because you are always busy, how much more if you are not here,”

“Are you confessing to me?” Seungmin asked as you smacked his arm lightly.

“Don’t be ridiculous!” But the prince just laughed as you jolted away, leaving the field.

“Cute,” He smiled and stayed there for a while thinking about his fate. You took a stroll down, leaving him but the thought of what you just said to him made an impact. It was stupid, no, maybe it was or maybe not, what the actual fuckー. Shaking your head, you just went back to where he was and sat in silence, letting him have his moment. You know Seungmin has already a lot on his plate, you don’t want to mess him up more.

“I thought you left?” He asked.

“It was an impulsive reaction,” You answered. “Just don’t mind me here, I know you need some time to breathe,”

“Thanks,” He smiled. “Thank you for caring,” You didn’t know what to say after that but it made your heart warm.

The night of the gathering arrived, and only the elites and royals were invited for the send-off. Seungmin was already there, waiting for his wife to arrive. They were enjoying the buffet and champagne, the music was played by an orchestra and the place has an elegant decorations for the occasion. You decided to wear a beige ball puffy gown that shows your bare shoulders, the hems of the silk cloth fall gently on the floor as the person enveloped with it carries grace. It had flowers and spiral patterns designed on it and gems that glow when it captures the light from the chandelier. Everyone was left in awe and mesmerized the moment you arrived at the entrance.

Seungmin's jaw dropped.

He never felt this way during the wedding and never appreciated anything from you except that your efforts of marrying him are relevant to the purpose of why. The Queen had to push his son to approach you after being stunned and wasn’t able to function for a minute. You have welcomed with warm greetings as a waiter offered a glass of champagne.

“Y/n, my dear, good evening!” The Queen greeted you as you bowed at her.

“Good evening Your Highness,” You smiled and looked at Seungmin who was behind her.

“Beautiful as always, my Dear,” Seungmin said, taking your hand before kissing it. It was new to both of you, but it was heart-fluttering and painted blush on your cheeks. You wanted to drink every glass of champagne to lower the panic. He’s been giving mixed signals or maybe it is part of the act of pretending to be in love.

“Dashing as always, Your Highness,” You greeted back.

“Let me steal your wife for a while, I missed their presence in the palace,” The Queen said hooking her arm around yours as she take you away. Seungmin was hesitating but his mother and you already emerged through the crowd. The King is even busier with his allies at the moment and the Prince is left with no one but Jisung, his assistant who also became your close friend.

“Stop staring at Y/n, they’re going to melt in no time,” Jisung scoffed as he took a sip of his glass of champagne.

“I am not staring,” Seungmin defended.

“Liar,” Jisung retorted as Seungmin glared at him.

“Words,” The Prince said as the latter raised his hands in surrender. But it was a fact, he is indeed staring at you. Any Prince will stare at you at how you showed up this evening. Seungmin already acknowledged your beauty but never paid attention to the details until now. You are beautiful.

“Attitude,” Jisung said rolling his eyes.

“What’s with my attitude?” Seungmin scoffed as Jisung sighed in response.

“An asshole,”

“Get out of my sight, stupid,” Seungmin said as Jisung just shrugged his shoulders.

“I bet my position that you are falling in love, but if not, you can fire me,”

“You need to convince me first,” Seungmin deadpanned as Jisung shake his head.

“Whatever, Your Highness,” This was his cue to leave and Seungmin stood there with a glass of champagne in one hand.

You were distracted with his mother and didn’t realize how many glasses of that strong drink you had taken. Maybe five or six? You are willing to have another one or more for sure even if you are already starting to get dizzy at the moment. The conversation is all about Seungmin and how she is going to miss him when he leaves tomorrow, not knowing when he will be back. You wanted to say that you would feel the same with his absence but you hesitated. Even learned that he is having a hard time expressing himself so you had to deal with it for a while. Maybe everyone assumed that this is a love-driven affinity but you two are still trying to build something. Maybe friendship first?

You stood there with the seventh empty glass of champagne and placed it gently on the tray to the waiter who walk passed. “Seungmin is a responsible kid, he is smart, kind, and loving,” “Sometimes you can’t read him and he doesn’t know how to express himself,” “Understand him more,” But you are, he knows that you care and now look at him staring at you from across the hall. His black suit shines with the silver epaulettes adorning his broad shoulders and a white sash that adds to the elegance. He stood tall and firm with that gorgeous face of his. You want to blame the champagne for having weird thoughts and dizziness ーyou shouldn’t have drank too much.

“I’m going to check on my husband first,” The Queen said excusing herself as you smiled in response.

The busy crowd of royals and elites was filled with conversation about politics and relationships. Even the occurring war in the South and Western borders of Empyrean. It is quite weird to impose a gathering about sending off when his men are struggling to fight for the kingdom’s sovereignty. But of course, that is none of your business to mess up with this party. This is for a cause anyway.

You stare at him as you slowly walk in his direction. He couldn’t stop looking at you either and he didn’t know why. Maybe because of how you look or was it the glass of champagne he had or was it Jisung’s words that struck him? He must’ve been drunk, no, he wasn’t, it was just you. You didn’t know what came all over you that you suddenly wrapped your arms around his neck as he pulled you closer by the waist in response as your lips met his. It was impulsive but eventually, he kissed you back. A lot has happened, over two months and the past three days, maybe he will miss you.

Yes, he will. His lips tasted the same as yours. The champagne took all over your mouths as you deepened the kiss. It doesn’t matter who saw it, you didn’t care but Seungmin suddenly pulled away as he grabbed your hand, took you out from the hall, and headed upstairs to the balcony where no one could see you. He closed the curtains and the door before turning back and kissing you again. It felt so exclusive when everyone knew about the affair. You pulled him closer as he hugged you tightly to kiss you properly. His head is tilted to the side, indulging the gentleness of your soft lips while tasting the lingering flavor of champagne. Seungmin bit your lower lip, slowly sucking it. A soft sound escaped your lips as he smirked in between taking your lips as a whole. Of course, it is different from the kiss you shared at the altar and this is on another level.

“You had too much champagne, my Love,” Seungmin said, giving you a peck on the lips before pulling away.

“No,” You smiled sheepishly, feeling the dizziness that causes you to lose balance. “I don’t know but—” You paused, almost fainting in Seungmin’s arms but he was quick to catch you. “I think I’m going to miss you,” The prince smiled, pulling you for a hug and burying his face in the crook of your neck. It’s probably because of the champagne. “Can I sleep with you tonight?”

“Yes,” He said, looking at you before placing a kiss on your forehead.

It’s probably because of the champagne…

“You should be careful with your alcohol intake,” You heard him say as he assisted you on his bed, carrying you in bridal style.

“For your information, Your Highness, champagne has only 12% alcohol—”

“How many glasses did you have?” He asked, placing you gently on his bed.

“I forgot,” You answered, feeling drowsy. “The bubbles had me drunk,” But Seungmin couldn’t stop smiling. “You look so cute, I’m going to miss that pretty face of yours,” He just sat beside you as he continued to listen to your babbling. It was cute, he admits. Your hands cupped his cheeks and smiled cheekily as he felt the redness of his face. “I’m starting to feel sleepy,”

“You should go to sleep,” Seungmin said. “You have to send me off tomorrow morning,”

“I don’t want to,” You pouted.

“You’re drunk, Y/n,” Seungmin insisted as you chuckled in response. “Get some sleep,”

“Give me a kiss first,” You said. He did not hesitate to lean closer and gave you a long kiss, making you play with his hair, but it didn’t last long.

“Good night,” He said, pulling away and that’s when you fell asleep. Seungmin stayed awake for a while. The thought of leaving you tomorrow will make him miss you even if your bond only lasted for a few days. It is impulsive, everything happened in a rush, did you happen to fall in love already? Or you were just under the influence of that drink? Seungmin doesn’t know.

He kissed your forehead for the last time before laying on the other side of the bed, anticipating what will happen tomorrow.

You woke up with a headache the next morning and were curious as to why you are in an unfamiliar bedroom. Maybe you have been here before but a hangover struck you like lightning. Seungmin is nowhere to be found, he probably just left and flashbacks started to flood from last night the moment you sat up. You forgot the sunlight that peeks through the thin curtains that drape the tall windows to the floor. All you could think about was the thing that happened last night. I shouldn’t have several glasses of champagne, I don’t have a high tolerance, fuck!

“Your Highness?” You heard a maid knock as she enters the room.

“Good morning?” You greeted.

“Good morning,” She bowed. “The Prince is expecting you in an hour, we need to get you ready,” Then it suddenly sinks in… Seungmin’s leaving this morning.

“Fuck,” You murmured.

“Shall we fix you up?” She asked as you stood up.

“Do what you must,” You said.

An hour passed, and you rushed outside the room and headed towards the hall where the gathering was being held last night. Carrying your dress, you saw Seungmin talking with the Queen as the King stood beside him. All eyes turned to you as they heard your footsteps tapping the steps of the stairs and a smile formed on the Prince’s lips. He remembered what happened last night and probably it was nothing to you. But the impact it left made him feel weird.

“You’re awake,” Seungmin beamed.

“Am I late?” You asked.

“I was about to leave,” He said taking a few steps and offering his hand to assist you.

“Did you sleep together?” The Queen asked.

“Mother, don’t,” Seungmin defended.

“Just slept?” The King smirked. “My son doesn’t want to leave without saying goodbye,”

“Father,” Seungmin called as the King shrugged his shoulders.

“I must go to the carriage first,” The King said as he excused himself and bowed before exiting the hall, followed by the Queen.

“Excuse my parents,” Seungmin sighed. “Were you in a rush?”

“I was afraid you’d leave without seeing me,” You smiled.

“Was this because of last night?” Seungmin chuckled.

“What?”

“Nothing,” He smiled. “Will you be okay?”

“I guess,” You frowned. “But I will wait for your return,”

“As you should,” He smiled again and kissed your forehead. “I will be back in no time,”

The sounds of the horses from the carriage whine at the sight of the King and Queen made Seungmin look outside as you stared at the floor. A sign of hurry and immediate time. The King already settled inside as the Queen talked to him about a few reminders and the royal guards on standby on their horses both front and back of the carriage for security. Meanwhile, Seungmin examined the scenery outside as you took a deep breath before earning his attention again. You shouldn’t be feeling this way. But then again, the scenarios from last night have changed the shared feelings among each other. From loveless to a slow burn. You may have fallen first for your impulsiveness and the lack of thinking about your actions first. And yet Seungmin can’t blame you. Even if this was a loveless marriage, you had to agree about Jisung’s opinions about falling in love in between. Eventually.

Everyone was waiting for the Prince to hop inside the carriage. He smiled at you and bowed. Neither said a word as he left the hall. You followed him to his vehicle and stood a few meters behind the Queen, unknown of how you should feel on his departure. Seungmin smiled one last time and greeted his mother goodbye but you couldn’t just stand there and watch him leave without giving affection. You ran towards him and gave the most endearing hug, a sign that you would miss his presence around the palace and the Chateau. His promise to come back immediately will remain and you promised to wait for him even if it would take months. The war already reached its worse. Murder and arson, invasion of the town in the West and South, it is dangerous. May God protect your people and the King and most especially the Prince.

“Don’t miss me too much, Y/n,” Seungmin said.

“I already do,” You smiled bitterly as he let out a small chuckle.

“I will write to you, I promise,” He said. “And please handle the parliament for me?”

You could only give him a nod in response before giving a peck on his lips. This is not about a loveless marriage anymore. It may have changed over a few days and you are willing to help him go through this war and wait for him to come back, no matter how long.

“Keep safe,” You smiled and that was the last time you saw him before he disappeared from your sight.

And for the first week, you never heard of him and never stayed in the Chateau often as you used to. You learned to ride a horse during his absence and raise to the field alone, studying more about diplomacy and war. The Queen ruled in her husband’s place and has gotten busier by his efforts. Novels and other fairytales were forgotten in your interest but the thoughts of your husband remained when you arrive home. The emptiness of your place is the same as you walk inside their palace. Distraction never helps, archery doesn’t do either, and studying makes it worse.

You heard from a messenger that Seungmin is doing well in his duty. His intelligent mind is used efficiently on how to stop this chaos, unarmed or with the presence of weapons. He took your advice diligently and sent diplomats to Seraphina to further discuss the matter. The second week has been the same, no letter arrived that conceived your sadness. You miss him. You think of him. The bond that you created just then is enough to feel this way but you don’t know about Seungmin. Does he ever feel the same? Or has he forgotten everything about you?

It’s every afternoon you visit the field with your horse to think about him, despite the responsibilities he left to you alongside Jisung. The latter seems to be more annoying than usual. But the comfort of his words that are devoted to the love of His Royal Highness to you gives you hope. You wanted to hear more than an expected letter to arrive. Yet you still miss him, dearly. Especially when he sent some poppies to your Chateau’s garden as a symbol of remembrance and hope. How could you not fall for such a man? His letter arrived three weeks later and it painted a smile on your face. It made you feel alive for once in the past few weeks, and time flies fast ever since he left for war. A month and a week and counting.

You sat on the flat surface of the fountain in the middle of the garden as you opened the very first letter he sent. Hyunjin arrived just this afternoon, fresh from the five-hour horse ride from the Western border of Empyrean. The man was exhausted as he rested in your chamber and the maids left you alone. Jisung was nowhere to be found since this morning but you are thankful not to listen to his babbling and gossip from town. But it doesn’t matter for now.

My beloved Princess,

It’s been a while since I left home and I miss you dearly. I think about you every day and never miss taking at least an hour to think about what to write. I apologize for taking my time to compose myself and send you a message of my love. A lot has happened in the borders of war but I guarantee my safe return home.

How are the poppies that I have sent? I am sure they bloomed beautifully just like you. The garden probably looks more pleasing with you around. And I cannot wait to see them grow and take care of them with you.

The sunset is lovely today but it will be much better to see it in the field that you showed me the last time and I wish to not worry you as I am doing fine. The Seraphinian rebels have made huge casualties in the Empyrean borders and my men and I are doing our best to protect our home. The war has taken many lives of our people including our man and has abused the sovereignty of our state. It might take a while before I can go home and hug you. I hope you are doing much better than me, my Love and I cannot wait to see you.

Please wait for me.

Sincerely yours, Prince Seungmin

Tears left your eyes upon closing the stationary on your hands. The envelope smells like him and it made you miss him even more and how much more on his side when you are the only one he could think of. Your husband made efforts and fought with his men and his father. He thought that you will be furious when you finds out he brought bruises and cuts to his beautiful face as well as the injuries for being brave. But he knows you are proud. And you always are.

The second letter arrived after almost a month and your hair got longer, got busier and wiser. But the habit of coming to the field every afternoon still remains as well as the war. You worry about Seungmin every day and you wish him to come home. The letters he sent are the only ones who kept your faith stronger than ever. This loveless marriage has already climbed to a love-driven affinity and you wanted to feel more about it once the war is over. Hyunjin has been your messenger and he is always delighted to bring good news that the terrorists from Seraphina are slowly raising the white flag. The Prince might come home soon.

The third letter came two weeks after the second one. You thought he is finally coming home but an ambush happened when they finally invaded the camping site of the terrorists on the Seraphinian border. It will hold him there for a little while. Jisung must’ve sensed your disappointment that he stopped sending a few reports for you to settle with the parliament for a few days. Instead, you went back to reading the novels of your interest in the library but Seungmin keeps messing with your head. You tossed the book on your desk and went out to the stables to fetch your horse. A little afternoon stroll would help you calm down.

It has been days since you read the letter that brought your disappointment and you miss your husband dearly. Nothing beats this feeling of worry when he decided to stay back for another while. And to count the time he’s not around, it has already reached months. The full moon has passed, some of the flowers in the garden have wilted, the sunset that you witness in the field has changed, and the skies suddenly turned gloomy than those days that you are with him. The two months of pre-marriage weren’t enough and even the few weeks after that, the few days before he left and the night when you got drunk and kissed him for the sake of your impulsive feelings.

You sat on the grass as your horse stood a few meters away to feed himself. It made you fall into your deep thoughts and how you miss him so much. The cold breeze of the afternoon had added to the solemn feeling that you felt at the moment. And just like every other afternoon you had spent in the field, Seungmin’s presence never came. You stared at the horizon and admired the mountains as the sun started to set slowly but it is still bright to go back to the Chateau and drown yourself in the study again. Never in a day do you miss him.

A sigh escaped your lips as you straighten the lower part of your sage green gown on the cool grass to sit properly as your hair swayed with the moderate gushing of wind. The flowers that grew around bowed and some of the petals flew south. It was beautiful that you wish that Seungmin could see this. The view had stopped you from reading between the pages of a thick book that tells a story about a widowed queen who lost her husband in a war. You didn’t want that to happen to you too. The angsty vibe it gave made you sullen and hopeless. You know Seungmin will come home any day now and you hope that the war will end at dawn. Patience and prayers are all you have now. It was his promise. The Queen has been as restless as you but she encourages you to be strong. It happened once before you came to be his son’s wife and she is firm that her husband and the Prince will come home safe and sound.

You closed the book and placed it gently on the side as your eyes focused on the view again. It didn’t matter how beautiful it was and all you did is lay on the grass in boredom. You looked at the blue sky as the clouds passed by in a rush. It is probably because of the wind. You grew tired of blaming other things for what is happening in everything and wish to the heavens for your husband to come home. Tired of studying, tired of reading, tired of archery and fencing, tired of expecting his presence, tired of showing fake smiles, tired of being alone, one more bit of this will make you go crazy and stuff.

I will be home soon.

That’s what he said in the last letter you got from Hyunjin.

“Fuck, when will the war ends?” You asked the heavens.

“It just did,” You flinched at the familiar voice coming from behind that made you sit up immediately and look. “Empyrean and Noctifer won the war Sweetheart, I’m home,”

“Seungmin!” You cried as you stood up and dragged your gown, running towards him. His hair grew longer and his wounds are already healed but it didn’t downgrade his beauty. He was wearing his white satin polo and black pants with his belt that carries his sword. Seungmin is breathtaking as always. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he pulled you by the waist to press on his body. His scent is built with fresh flowers and cinnamon. Tears formed in your eyes as they cascaded to your cheeks, the same with Seungmin who missed you so much. His lips captured yours to show how eager he is to be with you again and he couldn’t wait to spend his days with you. The war finally ended. He’s home now and you are happy. “I was worried that it will take you a while to go home,” You cried, pulling away.

“I had dealt with Seraphina to execute the terrorists, we took over the ambush and captured themー” But Seungmin didn’t get to finish his sentence when you kissed him again. Your lips molded together as he deepened the kiss, desperate for more until you were out of breath. “Fuck, I missed you so much,”

“Me too,” You answered in between your sobs. Seungmin’s hands reached your cheeks and wiped your tears away, with his forehead connected with yours. “Don’t leave me again,”

“No, no, I won’t,” He said, kissing your forehead before holding your hands as he intertwined your fingers together. “I’m here now,”

“How did you know I was here?” You asked.

“Jisung told me but I always knew you come here,” He smirked. “You always think of me don’t you?” He asked, fixing your hair.

“I always do. Every day, every morning until I sleep,” You confessed. “I don’t know, I think I have fallen in love with you, even before the night we kissed, Iー” He didn’t let you finish that now and captured your lips again, desperate, again, after the longingness he felt when he was at war.

“I love you,” He said in between the kiss.

“I love you too,” You smiled as he gave you a peck on the lips before pulling away and coming for an embrace, caressing your hair.

“I can’t wait to spend my time with you, Y/n,” Hugging him felt so comforting as you close your eyes, hugging him tightly not wanting to let him go again. Seungmin felt the same. Maybe it is time to make another start where two people fall in love. The end of the war has sent them to their homes and find comfort. Desperate and excited to spend the rest of their lives together is something to look forward to. The Princess has fallen first, but the Prince has fallen more deeply.

Seungmin placed a poppy in your hair before giving you another peck on the lips and smiled. “You’re so beautiful,” He said.

“You’re beautiful too, so breathtaking,” You answered.

“You’re only mine, right?” Seungmin asked before hugging you again. You wrapped your arms around his neck and smiled.

“I’m yours,” You said and kissed him again.

Maybe it was because of a drunken kiss that happened the night before left or the way he loves your attitude toward him. There are a lot of reasons to fall in love. Some may happen impulsively but they take time to form into something serious just like how your situation is with Seungmin. But sometimes there are unknown reasons. Maybe you two belong there. It may be confusing, but one thing’s for sure with Seungmin; the Empyrean prince cascades.

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hyunpic · 1 year ago

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#hyunjin #skz #stray kids #bystay #gifs #he’s doing the royal wave knowing he’s the real prince and a xmas miracle 🥹#sir please i am laying on the ground like a slug what else do u want.

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kidrauhlschik · 8 months ago

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Let The World Burn. - I.N. 3

3. Frustrations

In the end, he managed to forget that a king is nothing without his queen.

Part 1, 2, & 4 will be linked in the master list above!

Pairings: Jeongin x Reader (and some love triangles among the way.) enemies to lovers, royalty au!

Warnings: ANGST, implied smut, war, aggression, anxiety, depression, death, please let me know if i miss anything... (this was heavily inspired by the song “Let the world burn” by Chris Grey.

Word Count: 2.1K

Life went on as normal. Responsibilities, meetings, and building ties in court. It felt like every day was longer than the last.

Felix took some time off due to personal reasons, but now he was back in full service as your advisor and best friend. It felt great, but you couldn't help but feel distanced from the freckled man.

Bang Chan would always be there when you needed him, it's as if he had abandoned Joengin's side to be there for you. Anytime Felix left you at night to get drunk in his chambers, Chan would keep you company. Humanizing Jeongin in his own way. To you, the king was a ruthless ruler and husband, but to Chan, he was a clueless younger sibling. It was odd and incomprehensible.

One day, months after your wedding, much to your surprise, Jeongin was standing in the middle of your chambers. Dressed in his usual attire. A black suit, golden accents and chains. You have never seen him in casual wear outside of your consummation night. He's only ever seen you as a business partner.

"What are you doing here?"

"Is that a way to address your king?" He stands before you, authoritatively.

"This is how I address anyone who comes into my chambers uninvited." You stand tall as well. Not letting Jeongin make you feel small once again.

"Funny thing, you are staying in my soil, my palace. As far as I am concerned, these are my chambers." He says as he extends his arms in a show of bashfulness.

"As far as I know, this is my soil too. I am the queen. Have you forgotten that, your highness?" You say with a chuckle, almost finding his stance comedic. He hasn't talked to you in months. You'd accepted him as an acquaintance. Now he wants to come into your room to interrogate you, it seemed outrageous to you.

"That." He points at you, before he turns towards your window. "You always do that." His hands rest against the window seal, allowing his weight to rest on his shoulders.

"I am sorry my king, but I am afraid that I am not understanding what you are saying."

You frustrate him. He can’t quite put his feelings into words, but you keep him up at night. He pushes himself off the window in desperation.

"I am saying... That I do not understand how you can be so casual about everything. Despite it all, you stand tall, and stubborn. It truly gets under my skin." His voice slowly gets louder with every word. What he doesn’t say is that the way you switch from innocent and precious, to authoritative and ruthless in the blink of an eye astonishes him. It seems fake, it infuriates him.

"I apologize my king, but I am still clueless as to what is your agenda here."

"STOP!" You take a step back, surprised at his tone.

"You are scared! You are unsure! You are mad! You know how I know this? That’s because that’s what I am going through! I am going absolutely mad. Is this deal not breaking you down the same way it's breaking me?" He runs his hands through his hair, eyes wild.

"Jeongin..."

"How can you be so strong despite the circumstances? Why the hell are you always so happy and chirpy? The world is harsh, and I know that you are aware of that. I’ve seen you with your claws out." He grabs a glass from your table and fills it with the pitcher of wine next to it.

"If all hope dies, then why should I continue living?" You tilt your head while looking at him.

"That's what I mean! You are so foolish. The world isn't made of hope. This world is based on strength. Only the strongest survive." He takes the a swig from the glass of wine. “I don’t want to keep hearing your bullshit! You go on your little act of fairy godmother to the people and then you turn around and make commands in court, and if something doesn’t go your way, you throw a damn tantrum until you get your way. It never makes sense.”

"Sometimes the weakest people win from hope, When you have nothing, there is nothing to lose. Do not underestimate that my king. Also, do not make any assumptions on my character based on what you see in court, you do not know me. I am strong for the sake of my people, it is not an act." You say as you try to guide the wine glass down from his hand, but instead he gathers anger and throws the glass to the nearest wall, causing you to jump when it makes impact.

"How?" His eyes search the ground, at a loss, hoping to find some answers in his own brain. Now it made sense, the king had been drinking. You don’t know him enough to realize it at first, but now you can see. His hair out of place, his eyes glassy, and his usual calm and controlled demeanor is nowhere to be seen.

Feeling bold, you approach him, only a couple of inches away from his face. "Maybe I am foolish, but I would much rather be foolish and confident in a world of tyrants that think they know it all. The higher you stand, the bigger the fall. Do not forget that my king." You say as you leave him in your chambers.

After seeing Jeongin in your room, you opted for your safe space, the garden.

Just as you were about to reach the doors leading you to the west side of the palace, you encounter one of your ladies, Rose.

You expected to just curtuoly nod at her, but the second she saw you, she stopped in her tracks. "Your highness." Is all she said.

"Rose?" You responded without turning around as you passed her.

"What are your intentions in court?"

"I am sorry?" You've always been kind to those of lower class, treating them as equals. However, as a princess, you learned very quickly when someone undermines you. Their tone is more aggressive, demanding, and authoritative. The only people that you allow to speak with you in such way, are your own parents, but that was when you were still a princess under their rule. As a queen, it would take pure imurdinance for someone to speak to you in such way.

Yet, Rose stands before you, with the imprudienty of no other.

"Stop acting clueless. You came here trying to stir up the diplomacy at court. We have a way of doing things here and you think you have a right to change them?”

You finally turn to her, "I have every right to change what I please. I am your queen.”

Rose lets out a humorless chuckle, "You may be the queen but you are not my queen."

You wondered if she was stupid or just insane.

Taken aback, you respond, "I beg your pardon?"

"Don't play coy, your mind games are getting to the king," that surprises you. "He won't shut up about you. Always ranting over your tantrums and schemes. You make him seem small and weak. A king does not listen to a woman."

"I am not just a woman, should I repeat myself? I am the queen. He has no choice but to listen to me if he means for this alliance to work. Either way, this is none of your concern. You are my lady, what right do you think you have in this manner?" You approach her, standing a foot away from her now. Although you stand tall and straight, she seems to match your energy. Proud and strong.

"I have a right, despite your beliefs. I am the king's mistress." It catches you off guard. Sure, you knew that Jeongin has never loved you, or even liked you, but you thought that he had enough respect for you as a royal to at least be faithful to you.

How foolish.

"Oh." Is all you can say.

"You may be the ruler of the country, but I am the ruler of his heart. your highness. He cares for you out of convenience, if you could even call it that. Just be aware, that I can see through you. You are a stranger in this court, and once I can get rid of you, you will be gone in the blink of an eye." She says with a smirk.

You raise your hand ready to strike her, but she stops your hand by holding your wrist mere inches away from her face.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. The king is rather protective over me. Be aware that he has told me that he will choose me before his rights as a first born, tread carefully queen YN." She throws your hand to the side and turns quickly to walk away.

At her words, you take a second to watch her walk away, "You as well, lady Rose."

You only told Felix about what happened with Rose. He tried to convince you to tell the king, but you knew he wouldn't be on your side, especially after seeing how bold his mistress was.

The word, mistress, hurt you. You should have expected it, but the glass in your world seemed to crack a bit more.

"YN, I just want you to be happy." The blonde haired man says to you.

"I know Felix, but realistically, can you see me happy here? The more I think about it, I'm going to live a life of misery next to Jeongin."

"You knew this YN." He is sitting on your bed, trying to console you.

"I don't know what I knew Felix. I thought I had something here. I thought I had pride, I thought I had dignity. Turns out, I am nothing. I am a queen by name. The king only agrees to my terms because he needs my troops. Otherwise, my country would be bare to the rest of the world. I truly don't know what to do." You sit next to him on your bed, tears streaming down your face.

"Hey hey," He holds your hand and looks into your eyes. "You are strong, you're a benevolent queen, you are respected, you do not need an immature king to acknowledge you." Felix wipes your tears away with his left hand, as his right hand hold yours. "You know I will always be here for you." In between sobs, you hold eye contact with your best friend.

Has he always been so handsome? So ethereal that his glossy eyes are enough to mesmerize you? His face, is kind, and beautiful, it's bewildering that you've never noticed that before.

If the king can have a lover, the thought of one crosses your mind.

"Felix?" Your face, inches away from his.

"Yes? Your highness?" You smile at his words, always so light hearted.

"Do you love me?" His heart stops before he could collect himself.

"Of course I do my queen." He says with no hesitation.

Your free hand reaches his face with affection, "No Felix. I am not asking you if you love me as a queen, but as a woman. You are loyal and handsome, maybe I am foolish to think that you may like me as anything other than a friend, but maybe I am feeling bold. Do you think we could be-"

Before you can finish your sentence, your chamber doors fly open.

"Where the hell is the new queen?" His voice booms through the room as if it was amplified.

You and Felix jump away from each other, the moment gone before it began.

You look towards the source of disruption, first with concern but the second your eyes lock with his, your harsh demeanor falls.

"Minho!" You shout as you run to the older mans arms, leaving Felix behind.

"Hey princess..." He whispers softly to you, "How's it been?" In response you only hold him tighter.

After collecting himself, Felix stands as well, "Isn't it rude to ignore your comrade?" He says with his arms crossed against his chest, feigning sadness.

Minho let's you go after a bit while rolling his eyes, "Yeah whatever yongbok, I missed you too."

He goes to give a hearty hug to Felix. "Nice to see you man."

"I've missed you."

Minho breaks the hug first, "Damn, it's been less than a year, why are the two of you acting so sad and proper?"

Both you and Felix look at each other before you respond, "It's been a hell of a year Min."

AN: Okay only two chapters left unless I make it a really long one. This was supposed to be the long one, but I worked 60+ hours this week - i did my best :/

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littleraesparkle · 8 months ago

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channieskies · 10 months ago

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Chapter II: The Heir of New Aeris

Pairing: Prince Hyunjin x Reader (AFAB)

Genre: Historical|Au, Fantasy|Au, Strangers to Lovers, Royalty|Au, Angst, Smut, NSFW tags are under the cut.

Synopsis: The kingdom of Volantis is in disarray; the monarch rules with an iron fist. The times of hope, harmony, and kindness were buried with the queen who passed many years ago. The people are praying for a savior, but who will be their light at the end of this dark tunnel?

Authors Note: Please reblog or leave a like or comment to let me know how you feel. I'd love a little feedback. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it.Warnings: MINORS DNI! This post contains nsfw material. Please do not interact with it if you are under the age of 18. Do not translate or repost to other sites.

Word Count: 1691 [Reading Time: 7 mins]

Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the real lives or personalities of Stray Kids. I do not know them personally. This is purely a work of fiction.

Story Index

Warnings⚠️: MINORS DNI! This post contains nsfw material. Please do not interact with it if you are under the age of 18. Do not translate or repost to other sites. Mentions of Death (minor character)

The room had fallen into chaos. Confusion settling into the cracks of each duke's polished demeanor, all but one. “If the next child she bears is a girl, we will have to crown some other next of kin as the heir. Donnius, track down the king's sister and her son.” The rotund man told a servant who quickly skittered off to do as told.

“He would never be fit for king with his.. iniquitous habits. I object to the suggestion.” Another waved off the idea, his nose held high in the air with disgust.

“There is a distant cousin on his mothers side- Never mind that, Her appearance was just deceiving.” The hope quickly disappeared from another man's voice as he examined the royal family's tapestry.

A man sat quietly at the head of the table, watching the spectacle in front of him unfold. Had they forgotten the truth? Forgotten the old kingdom before darkness had fallen over it with the death of their queen? He groaned, stroking his gray lined beard. It was clear he was tired of watching things unfold as they were.

“Have you truly forgotten how our Queen died?” The men in the room came to a halt as his booming voice filled the space. “She made the sacrifice of giving her life for the heir to this kingdom. Do not forget that. Don't EVER forget that.”

The rotund man cleared his throat before speaking, “No one has seen or heard from the prince in over a decade. Who is to say he's even still… with us, Ermias?” The man called Ermias stood from his seat, towering over everyone in the room.

“He is alive and safe.” He made his way to the door. “I will leave in the morning to retrieve the only option we have. Keep the kingdom and the royal family safe while I am away. If something goes awry, send my daughter on the fastest steed you have.”

“Your daughter?” The man in front of the tapestry laughed. Why would we send a woman when we have plenty of able-bodied, capable men that can do the job?” The other men in the room looked wide eyed at his sudden outburst. One even mouthed “You fool” as the words left his mouth.

“Because my daughter is one of the most capable and trustworthy people in this kingdom. Because my daughter is more skilled than all of your men combined. So, I trust that my daughter will be informed of any mishaps, correct? Now, if you'll excuse me. I have a trip to prepare for.”

Ermias was the Duke of State for the Kingdom of Aeris, the newest acquisition of land conquered by King Seojoon. It was named after the king's late wife Aeri, after a war that lasted five years. Ermias was a general in the king's army and after his procurement of the land left him with a limp, he was promised a high position in the government. He worked through the ranks, becoming one of the king's most trusted advisors.

But Ermias hated politics. He considered himself to be more of a doer instead of one that dictated what the doers should do. Commanding an army felt completely different than what it was he did now. But at the behest of his wife and two daughters, he knew resuming his work as the general was not an option. So, he begrudgingly took a seat on the high council, helping to govern over the southern states of the king's land.

The commute home was tedious. His home was far from the castle town of Volantis and even further from the new Kingdom of Aeris. He lived with his family on a plot of land that was left to his wife, passed down from generation to generation. An apple farm, with the most deliciously sweet fruits hanging from its trees. Their home was modest, just a few stories with a few rooms. The greatest in which was the library, intellect was the thing they held in most regard. The small castle almost swallowed up the vast land that surrounded its pale crape bricks. With an orchard, vineyard, and gardens bordering it, it nearly blended into its surroundings with all of the ivy covering its facade. He truly found his home to be as beautiful and inviting as the women who lived in it.

His long trip home concluded in the wee hours of the morning. He expected no one to be awake, so he was shocked when he found his eldest daughter camped out at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for his arrival. “Father!” She jumped to her feet and into his arms, hugging him tightly. “How was the council meeting?” She moved to help him out his coat and shoes. “Have they all settled on an heir? Are they going to retrieve the prince?” She knew all about the Prince and how he'd been hidden away during the war. Ermias sighed, slipping his shoes off and pulling his daughter with him to his study so that they could talk more privately.

See, Ermias had a son once, one that was seventeen years his first daughter's senior. Nikolas was the first born to the family. Both he and his wife Semira were very young when he was born. They were newly married when they got the news that they were expecting, but happy nonetheless. He lived to the age of twenty and he died fighting in the war alongside his father Ermias. He vowed that he'd never lose a child like that again. He taught his daughters in the years after how to not only defend themselves, but how to think defensively and also know when to back down.

He was happy knowing that his girls would never have to fight in a war, especially unprepared. But, if need be, they could protect their home, their mother, and each other. “Sit. I'll tell you all about it.” His walk was heavy, tired from years of war and hard day's of travel. “They presumed the prince was dead. That is if they hadn't forgotten he'd existed entirely.” He shuffled through his desk, looking for something the king had given him many years before. “

“I have a feeling that a few councilors are trying their best to find someone they can control to put in the prince's place, just to amass power. We can't let them have their way, Volantis will fall and the kingdom will be in disarray. We are just recovering from the war, the people cannot suffer through another. I will pack my bags and make the trip to the Isle of Arcta in the mor-”

“No, father.” His daughter shook her head. “Send me and one of your best men. The trip is far too treacherous for you to travel. I know you'd never admit to it, but I know you've been ill these last few weeks. The stress of your job and having to help with some of the king's duties are taking a toll on you. So, I will go in your stead.” Ermias couldn’t help the smile that spread on his face. His precious daughter had grown to become a strong and beautiful woman. He found the small pendant that he'd stored away for safe keeping. It was a symbol of how he'd helped the king secure the lands that were now under rule of the throne. One that would be recognized by the maid that kept watch over the prince.

“My darling daughter, my how you've grown.” He stood to his feet, remembering the last time a child of his took on a task this heavy. There was a display on his bookcase of swords he cherished too much to use. One of which was his son's, the one he was clutching as he died on the battlefields. It was one of Ermias’ most prized possessions, something that his father passed on to him and he passed on to his son. Now, he was passing it on to his daughter, along with the king's guard pendant he'd stored away.

Shaky hands grabbed the sheath and hilt of the old sword. He sighed, the metal feeling heavy in his hands with thoughts of the burdens of war, plaguing his mind. “This does not mean I want you to fight. I’m passing you this sword to protect yourself, to protect the prince.” He finally turned around, presenting the great sword to his daughter. The hilt was ornate gold and ivory, while the ricasso had the family's coat of arms; the raven on an apple.

The rest of the blade had the family's motto written down in latin; “Po familia vivimus et pugnamus.” For family, we live and we fight. Then he placed the necklace around her neck, moving her hair out of the way to fasten it. The pendant sat low on her chest, falling between her breasts, where thankfully it would be hidden. If the wrong people were to see it, it would cause unnecessary trouble for her, and that was something he didn't want.

The sword was something that his daughter was told not to touch when she was a child. After his son lived and died by the sword, he was afraid she would suffer the same fate. The last thing he wanted was to lose his daughter the way that he lost his son. “Wake Minho, tell him to pack for the trip.” Minho was the duke's housecarl, he’d been with the family since boyhood. Ermias found him nearly dead in the woods during the war.

Bandits found him and his mother, running from the onslaught of war that had overtook their small town. They did unspeakable things to his mother, killing her in the process. They nearly killed him too; beating the child until he was bloody and almost unrecognizable. Because of the trauma of that day, he hasn't uttered a word since. “I’ll prepare your carriage and horses.” He kissed his daughter's forehead, lips lingering there as if this would be the last time he’d ever get the chance to see her again.

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desi2go · 6 months ago

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Prince and Princess

part one -- part two

pairing: prince Chan x princess reader

Warnings: forced marriage, royalty au, strangers to lovers, fluff

summary: When your parents engaged you with the prince of a neighbouring country, you flee. On your way you meet a handsome man...

author's note: Here is the part two of my little series! Have fun💕

To say that getting used to your new life was easy, is a lie. After your wedding day, everything changed. Temporary, for your honeymoon, you slept in Chan's room. It's not that you didn't like his room, it was big and so comfortable but whenever when both, Chan and you, were alone in the same room, there was this uncomfortable silence that filled the entire atmosphere.

He had always his back turned towards you, raising a wall between you and him, when he slept or acted like he was sleeping. But mostly you didn't even met him outside from dinner. He was always up and working when you woke up. And then, he came back late, too late so that you are usually asleep already. It was like he avoided you. The only time you saw each other was at dinner.

The first days after your wedding, he made conversation while eating. Well, perhaps only because your parents and his accompanied it. But as soon as they were on their way back home, he avoided you more and more. It was like there wasn't a time before the wedding. Like you were real strangers even though you had met him before in the forest.

Life in the castle was boring. All you did was sitting the whole day and waiting for the time to pass. You would die to read something just a small novel or anything else. But the boredom was killing you. And the loneliness. Just the maids accompanied you but they didn't know you and they strictly held their distance.

Chan didn't even show you around. Sometimes you just wandered around, not knowing where the heck you were.

Carefully, you knocked on the wooden door to Chan's work room. You didn't even know where it was, you had to ask a maid to lead you.

"Come in" he said dulled by the door. You entered the comfortable room with a large table in it. He was leaned forward, studying a map. His hair was disheveled and you could see dark circles under his eyes.

He looked up, surprised to see you standing there.

"Y/n. What can I do for you?"

"May you show me the palace, please?" You asked determined that you would bring him to leave this room for a moment.

He sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. "I have important things to deal with"

You scoffed. "I am your wife. I'm not important?"

"Of course you are important too." He paused. "Just give me five minutes and I will show you around" You nodded excited.

Just some minutes later, Chan guided you through the hallways, stopping from time to time to show you a room. He showed you a room with thousands of different instruments. Surprised, you entered it to inspect the instruments.

"I didn't expect you to have a whole room with instruments" you exclaimed, grabbing a violin.

"Yeah. I quite enjoy to make music" he explained, following you into the room, sitting down in front of the piano.

"Really? My mother made me learn the violin. It was fun" you stated. Chan's hands traced the keys of the piano, gently pressing down to create the first tones. With quick fingers, he played with the keys, letting the room fill with clear and harmonic sounds. Impressed, you watched him. He had a massive talent.

"I'm impressed" you said when he stopped. "Thanks" he just answered, leading you out the room and in the hallway.

The atmosphere was better, like the first sun after days of clouds, you could finally see a bit of the man that you have met in the woods. He was still distant but know you could keep a light conservation going without much awkwardness.

At the end of your tour, he showed you the library. It was far bigger than yours at home and extended over three floors. You deeply inhaled the smell of the books, observing the hundreds of shelves. The big windows with their endless curtains complimented the room, turning it into a comfortable environment for reading.

"You like it?" He questioned, leaning against a shelf. "Like? I love it!" you exclaimed, running a finger over the wood of the shelf.

"I'm glad. You can read everything in here and even more if you want" he stated, a smile forming on his lips.

You frowned. "I am allowed to read? You don't think it's inappropriate for a woman?" you asked hesitant.

"Of course. Why should it be inappropriate?"

"My parents hated it when I read. A woman doesn't need this knowledge, they said" you explained, playing with the fabric of your yellow dress.

"Here, you can read how long and how often you want" he reassured.

"Really?" You couldn't believe it. You thought that he would hate it if you read, seeing it as inappropriate and unnecessary.

"Of course. You can start now if you want." He responded, signaling to the shelves filled with thousands of books.

"I'll do that" You smiled, picking at your nails when you wandered through the aisles, reading the headlines of the books and deciding what you should read first.

He chuckled. "I'll leave you alone then. Have fun" he said as he left the library, probably going back to his work room. Excited, you picked a novel and sat down on one of the comfortable armchairs near the huge windows, the sun shining through.

For hours, you read and read. From time to time, you send a maid to get you something to drink but you never left the chair. It didn't take long before the book was finished. A maid, informed you just moments later that dinner was ready.

Hungry, you stretched, your limbs tense due to the sitting, and followed her into the dining hall. Chan already sat at the end of the huge table, clearly waiting for you. You sat down on the only other chair. The smell of the delicious food filled the room. Everything you could dream of stood within reach. Just Chan seemed to have fixed the wall of his cold prince behaviour. Or maybe his appearance in the woods back then was a facade and this was the real him.

He just confused you. He was respectful but distant. But earlier this day, you could feel the wall crumble and you could see Chan not just prince Christopher.

"Will you accompany me to our chamber?" You asked as soon as you finished eating even though you knew the answer.

"I'm sorry but I still need to work" he insisted and stood up, leaving you alone in the huge room that felt even bigger when the only one in there was you.

By now you knew what his father meant when he said that Chan likes to bury himself in work. Well, he wasn't just burying, no, he was working himself to death.

You layed in bed with open eyes, still deep in thoughts when you heard the heavy door open and Chan sneaked in. With a low sigh, he got into bed right behind you, the bed giving away under his weight and his arm touching your back. Soon you could feel his breath against you neck, causing a comfortable shiver. You rolled around slightly so that you could get a peak on the sleeping prince next to you. Even without light you saw his tiredness. Carefully not to wake him up, you brushed a hair out of his face. You liked him, a lot, if you admitted and you hoped that you will get some sort of friends at least in this marriage.

♕✯♛

Days passed and while Chan worked all day and nearly the whole night, you spend all your time in the library, making it you hobby to read every single book in there. Even though you were still lonely, you could at least distract you with reading. You wondered if Chan even thought about you.

His parents leaved you two alone a lot. Just from time to time, they accompanied both of you at dinner. You liked his parents. It was clear that both deeply cared for their son and even though they might not be in love with each other, they had a great relationship. And now since you were a part of the family, they felt like the normal parents you never had.

You were excited when they told you that you'll visit a town near the palace so that the people could meet you.

The following day, you sat in a carriage for the first time since you married. Chan was right beside you, looking out and deep in thought. Infront and behind the carriage at least four soldiers shielded you from possible attacks.

The dress that your maids made you wear, was uncomfortable due to the tight corset. Sitting was difficult and painful since the bottom of the corset pressed into your hips.

Chan looked fabulous. He was dressed in a tight suit with shining armour, visualising the picture of the perfect prince. The black colour of his suit made him look majestic and symbolised the power and strength he held. On his head was the crown, perfectly in place even after two hours of sitting in that damn carriage.

You couldn't wait to step out of it. You reached the outskirts of the town, people pointing at you when they saw you looking out. Hesitant you waved back. In the city centre, the carriage finally came to a halt. Immediately, you wanted to jump out but you knew that Chan was the first to step out, so you waited for your turn.

Chan held his hand up when you stepped out, not wanting you to trip. You grabbed it thankfully, already enjoying the sun on your skin. There was already a crowd that observed you curiously.

"Hello people, I want you to meet my wife, princess y/n" he introduced you. Many people smiled at you, waving and shouting a hello. He sneaked an arm around your waist, signaling that you belonged to him. He lead you through the streets, speaking with different persons. You could see that he loved his people and like to be around them.

A little kid came running up to you, tugged at your dress to get your attention. Carefully to not loose your tiara, you kneeled down, being now eye to eye with the little boy that couldn't be older than five.

"Your beautiful princess y/n!" He exclaimed, holding out a flower with the other hand.

"Oh thank you, little one. Is that for me?" You questioned with a smile. Proudly, he gave you the flower, a toothy smile on his lips. "Yes! I have picked it especially for you"

You couldn't help but laugh. This boy was just too sweet.

"I'm honoured. Thank you" you replied, ruffling through his hair. Giggling, the boy ran back to his mommy. You felt Chan's stare the entire time even after you slowly stood up. His face remained distant but his eyes were filled with a warmth and adoration you barely saw. His arm circled your waist once again as you continued your walk.

"The boy was so sweet!" You stated for the tenth time as you sat again in the carriage back to the palace. Countless times you had smelled on the flower, enjoying the sweet scent.

"Yeah, he was really cute" Chan answered.

"How often do you visit the towns?"

"Whenever it's possible. I love to be under the people"

You smirked. "I noticed that".

"That's why they all looked at you so respectfully when we were at the market!" You added.

He rubbed his neck and adjusted his position.

"Yes, they all knew who I was"

You wanted to ask him why he didn't reveal his identity when you first met. But you feared that this wasn't the right time and he would just block off.

♕✯♛

Another day passed and you decided that you'll take your relationship with Chan into your own hand. With a book from the library, you stood in front of his working room. With a deep breath, you knocked determined. Again, Chan mumbled a come in. Like last time, you studied something on his table, observing you from his spot. His hair fell in his face the way he was bend over the wooden desk.

As always, he looked tired. You didn't want to know how much he had slept last night.

"Can I do something for you?" He questioned, pushing the sleeves of his white chemise up.

"Actually, I thought I could accompany you while you work" your voice became thinner at the end, fearing a rejection. Surprise took over his face and a wide smile appeared.

"I don't mind at all. Please, make yourself at home" he mentioned to the little couch on the other end of the room.

For hours, you were completely zoned out while reading. And you loved the thought of someone being there even if no words were exchanged. It felt like you weren't so alone anymore, like you found something that you could do with Chan.

Right on time, you dragged him to dinner even against his will to work more. The evening was filled with comfortable chattering and after dinner, you urged him to play chess with you.

"Are you sure you want to play against me? The chess champion?" He questioned teasingly.

"You need to win against me before you coul actually call you a champion." You responded, starting the game.

After a few moves, it was clear that this will be a head-to-head-racing and you definitely won't let him win, not under any circumstances. Sometimes he did a great move and sometimes you. But at the end it was clear who the actual champion is.

"Who is the champion now, huh?" You teased when you did the winning strike and knocked over his king.

He sighed disappointed in himself but clearly amused.

"Alright, I think that's enough of chess now" he said.

"Say it" you urged him.

"I think it's time for bed" he tried to distract.

"Say it!" You exclaimed while laughing.

"You're the champion. Satisfied?"

You hummed in agreement, following him into your room. After changing, both of you jumped into bed. It was the first time that he really went to bed when you were still awake. And you were delighted that he didn't work in the middle of the night. Surprisingly fast, you fell asleep with a smile on your lips.

The next morning, you woke up from the sunlight, trying to move away from the brightness. But instead something held you in place. You snapped your eyes open, seeing that Chan had draped an arm protectively over your waist and his legs were tangled between yours. Carefully you looked down to get a better look. His face layed on your shoulder while his face was hidden between your neck and hair, his hot breath hitting the skin. Little snores escaped him.

It was the first time that he still slept when you woke up. Usually, he would be sitting in his office at this time but the sleep seems to be necessary.

After thirty minutes, you needed to go to the bathroom urgently. You thought that he would eventually wake up soon after you but Chan still slept. Slowly, you tried to roll away, detangling your legs. But he just tightened his grip, pressing his head further into your hair to get away from the sunlight. You chuckled, pushing some of his hair away.

He grumbled as you tried waking him by brushing over his silky hair. Eventually, he rolled over, letting you escape. After a quick run to the bath, you sat in one of the armchairs, reading the next book while watching over your husband.

Slowly, he rose from the bed, rubbing his eyes and yawning.

"Good morning, Christopher"

His eyes fixated you, his hair dishevelled and all over his face, yet he looked absolutely handsome.

"To you as well, y/n" he answered, getting out of bed.

"Before I forget it. Tomorrow evening we are supposed to attend a ball from an influential lord" he added before leaving the room.

♕✯♛

"Who is this lord?" You asked your husband on the way to the ball. Again, you sat in a carriage, clearly annoyed from the back and forth after over an hour.

"He is a friend of my father. Every year, he hosts a ball" he explained.

Anxious, you fiddled with the fabric of your midnight blue dress. Slowly it becomes a habit. You hated crowds and a ball was something you hated with every fibre of your being. It was like you were served on the silver plate for everyone to look at and to judge. One wrong move and the whole society will know it by the next morning, making fun of you.

You were now crown princess and the attention you are getting just doubled. Luckily, you could cling to Chan the whole evening, being like a dog, following around.

Like a gentlemen, he got out of the carriage as soon as it stopped in front of the pompous resident, helping you out. You clinged to his arm as he lead you to the entrance. Just shortly after you entered the ball, he was busy with holding conversations to different types of people. But one thing they all had in common. They were willing to kiss Chan's shoes even if it just brought them a small advantage.

After the luxurious dinner, the lord spoke with you. He was an elder man who eyed you from head to toe. Even though your dress wasn't revealing anything, you felt naked and insecure in his gaze. He theoretically undressed you just with his eyes. Your grip at Chan's hand doubled, holding him and hoping he wouldn't let you alone with him.

Currently, he was speaking to said lord, laughing quietly at the joke that wasn't even funny.

"I must say that you have a really beautiful wife, your grace. I bet she fulfills all your desires" the lord said, laughing loudly.

Chan face darkened when he realised what the old man said. All his expressions hardened.

"Beg your pardon?" He snarled. His arms circled your waist, reassuring you that you wouldn't be left alone.

"I'm sorry. I didn't want to be disrespectful in any way. She just seems to be the perfect little wife" In the lord's eyes sparkled lust and desire. You shivered uncomfortable.

"Lord, it was a pleasure to speak with you" he excused both of you, underlining the word wife and leading you outside.

"He is creepy" you mumbled, when you stepped out of the resident.

Chan just hummed in agreement, clearly offended and angry.

"I'm sorry that I didn't stop him earlier. I-"

"It's okay. Thank you for even stepping up for me" you interrupted him. He clenched and unclenched his fists.

"It's not. You are my wife. He shouldn't even think about that in the slightest. And I was oblivious at first. I should have protected you" he exclaimed. You tried to calm him with running your fingers over his arms, feeling the tension in his muscles.

"You protected me, Christopher. I know I'm safe with you" you said calmly.

"Don't call me that" he said tense.

"What? Why? But it's your name." You questioned confused.

"Because I like the way you said Chan to me in the woods. And it reminds me of the first time, I saw you" he mumbled, his sparkly eyes reflecting the moon. The tension was leaving his body. Slowly you wandered through the maze out of the prettiest flowers.

"Chan..." You whispered, halting in the middle of the maze at the beautiful pavilion filled with flowers. Just the moon accompanying both of you.

His eyes finally flicked towards your face, your eyes.

"I never met anyone like you, Y/n. It's maddening how much you consume my very being from the moment I met you not knowing who you are."

His eyes wandered down to your lips, tracing the form of them with his gaze.

"All I can think about is you. And I want to be nowhere except with you" he added. He bared everything to you, gave his heart in your hands. You didn't find any words that could describe your feelings for him. Tenderly, you placed your hands on his cheeks.

"I won't go anywhere. I'll stay" you whispered and he closed his eyes as he pressed his lips against yours. They felt so light against yours, so velvety. The kiss was completely different from the one you shared at your wedding. It's passionate and full of unspoken words.

Slowly, he moved his lips and deepened the kiss. Your hands wandered to his neck, caressing his smooth hair. His own fingers held you tight, kneading the skin on your waist.

He interrupted the kiss, laying his forehead against yours, your crowns crashing together on your heads. The distance he held was long gone, replaced with passion and tenderness. He opened his arms, hugging you tight as you layed your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

"I was afraid that you wouldn't want me" he confessed. You lifted your head.

"Why that?" You were shocked. Why wouldn't you want him?

"You liked me as a normal man not the prince of a country"

You cupped his cheek again, loving it how he leaned into that touch.

"I like you as a normal man and as a prince. It doesn't matter what status you have. As long as you'll always be by my side" you whispered.

He chases your lips once again, pouring all he got into it.

♕✯♛

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bottomhyunjinbuffet · 23 days ago

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Bloody Dance

╰┈➤ Summary: After years of being stuck in a cave, the last royal vampire finally broke out of his confinement and started to take control over things once again, giving back to those who were tortured and making sure those who enjoyed torturing vampires or anyone else below them were punished as they should, but word about a dancer, a hidden jewel. Made the King curious to come and get it out

╰┈➤ Characters/Pairings: Human! Hyunjin x Vampire! King Bang Chan

╰┈➤Genre: Smut, Non-Idol AU, Vampire AU

╰┈➤ Trope info: Chan is the last royal vampire and gets his power back and all of the land that was stolen from him. Will be mentions of mperg towards the end

╰┈➤ WC: 8.3k

╰┈➤ Network: @neverendingdreams-net

╰┈➤ Warnings: MDNI, prey/predator

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Some say this was bound to happen. Humans now being on the bottom of the food chain at the mercy of those who could and would easily toy and kill them as if they meant nothing to them anymore, like how some humans who were once seen to have it all and be at the top of the world would do to anyone else they saw as below them. But the king had enough of it, after being locked and chained down in a snowy, icy cave for years. Only to be brought out for torture reasons or boredom, he finally had enough and slowly begun taking back his home. Turning those into vampires like him or granting some just the simple gift of being immortal without the need to drink blood or wine for the rest of time until they choose to turn into ash or dust. But those who were untouchable were made to be immortal and used till others were done with them while the rest tried to navigate their new lives under the new rule. Being separated into districts, some being more watched and worse than most. The one almost every vampire would be seen if they were bored and thirsty was the entertainment district. Where human and vampires would be seen dancing and giving blood or offerings just to get by.

But this district had smaller sectors inside of those walls, the lower floors were for blood banks, second floor was for chatting, third floor was for special payments yet with the fourth floor had very few up there, but the price for them were high enough to where only the rich and royal could ever get inside or even a peak inside. Where it was mainly dancers, but they controlled the room and your actions. The most famous one was someone who almost everyone would gather scrapes just to get a peep at his face without seeing him through a window, only seeing his shadow dancing and hearing him sing along. Sometimes if he ever showed his outfits, his face was always covered to the point no one could see it. If you paid a good sum, this famous dancer would even allow you to pick his outfit, but his face remained covered with only his eyes showing. Tonight was another night for the dancer, sitting on his soft bench in his luxury robe and looking through his request, wanting to see how would be welcomed into his room till he saw the royal blue request sheet.

“The king has requested a night with you alone and will be there shortly at 11pm sharp. Please enjoy yourself before then and get prepared, we have already handled the others for the night.” Raising a brow, the dancer soon looked out his circle window to see the moonlight shinning through his window into his room, curiosity filling him. The king wants to see him tonight for a one on one? The dancer has had several members of the royal court come down to his room just to see him dance and listen to him. Some have tried to get closer but the dancer would be quick to get them escorted out of his room while he kept all the money, enjoying the aftermath of such. “Well, I guess I should wear his royal colors with some waist chains, maybe some long neck ones with my bracelets and maybe something else, just depends on what I can find.” Setting down the letter the dancer walked to the double doors and opened them slowly, looking at his large Varity of clothes and jewels for the night. Passing by the rainbow of colors the dancer found a long black skirt, the legs being shown with only the front being covered, a gold strap that wrapped around his inner thighs with the top of the skirt being covered in red rubies with some dangling down. Grabbing a gold belly chain and clipping around, adding about three of them and letting some jewels dangle on his hips.

Hanging up his robe on its own hanger and rack, the dancer walked to the sleeves, grabbing two black and red ruffle sleeves that would create more of an illusion, sliding on two black brackets before looking at the veils. Looking around, he found the black and red one, clipping it behind his head so it covered his mouth and nose, the jewels creating another illusion. But he needed chest chains, long ones that dangled and clicked with each movement he made, along with heels just to make for another illusion. Looking at the display, the dancer slowly grabbed some chains on his chest, creating a black, gold and red illusion of someone who's expensive, but classy. It’s something he thrives off of and enjoys watching those get on their knees just to get close to him. He has vampires at his feet and humans alike. Just to add some more sparkle to his outfit, he added some head jewels just to add some more gold to his look. His shoulder length hair flowing in the light as he added some black sparkling eyeshadow to add more of a trance.

Looking in the full-length mirror, holding a pair of black and red heels and slowly slipping them on before twirling in the mirror, softly smiling to himself before walking and allowing his heels to click against the marble floor to his white and golden doors before slowly opening them, looking up to see a tall man standing in his room, slowly looking around and luxury items before the two of them locked eyes with each other. The mans short yet combed back hair showing his handsome structured face, red plump lips, with his left eye being a dark brown but his right eye being more silver and black. It was his trademark when people were talking about him. His black leather gloves covering his hands yet matched so well with his leather long coat, hiding his leather pants and white shirt underneath. Yet showing his black combat boots. The two locked eyes for a moment, the stranger watching the dancer slowly walk over, almost creating a wave of black and red with a tone of soft jingles, bowing deeply to him before slowly standing up.

“So you're the infamous wave dancer I've heard so much about from my court, I must say, you know how to create the illusion and focus on your eyes.” The king said, slowly sitting on the soft white couch while letting his eyes wonder to the exposed skin and jewels before the dancer slowly sitting on his couch across from the king, slowly crossing his legs over as the two contained intense eye contact. “Figured I could make a nice living keeping people on their toes to see me, never thought I'd get to the King's attention though. I'm honored to see how far my efforts have gotten.” His smirk was hidden, but it was there while slowly pushing some of his hair back, their eyes never seem to look away from each other. The king's head slightly tilted to the side just ever so slightly like a snake watching a human with full curiosity. “Very pricey but you know your worth, given the outfit you picked, this wasn't just a simple pick, nor was it just already picked out.” “Would you like a twirl, hm?” “By all means, this is your domain, I am just a guest.” The dancer slowly stood up, spreading his legs slightly some before slowly twirling around, swaying his hips some the way he was trained to do just to keep people in a trance and not look away till they left the room to leave you lingering for more, but you'd have to pay for it.

Slowly turning back around, his sleeves and flowy lace cape swaying with soft clicks of the jewels before looking back at the king, the two locking eyes with each other again while the dancer let his legs peak out of the slits of his skirt to show the heels and his legs as well, crossing his arms some before slowly titling his head. “Where or who did this come from?” The dancer slowly walked to his quiet music player before playing a soft tune, something he plays just to add something in the background, but it would slowly add more tension to the two of them. “I believe on of your men, maybe in District 2, send me these as a gift saying a dancer should wear the kingdoms colors. The chains I've always had when I started here. Though they say I look good in red. Would you agree with that, my king?” The dancer slowly walked over and closer to the king, one finger slowly tracing up his shoulder and the back of his neck and the dancer walked behind the couch, watching the king's head slowly tilt in the directions just to keep staring. “Depends on the shade but, you do look ravishing, the gold adding as an eye catcher along with the ruffles. The stage name fits you.”

The dancer slowly twirled some before laying on the couch, looking up at the king who was slowly enjoying the viewing, keeping his hands to himself and not wanting to get too close without a go ahead flag. “You wanted a show, since you are a special guest, you get to pick the song I dance to and for how long. Let my grab the playlist, if you want to?” An intresting question with an interesting person, the dancer slowly stood up and grabbed the iPad that was locked only for music and nothing else. Letting his hips sway with each stop, letting his waist beads jingle with each stop, peeking back to see the king staring at everything and slightly licking his lips. “There is something I'd like to sing, and you dance to how you like.” “Ooo, I like that offer. By all means, pick as you wish.” Slowly handing over the iPad, the king scrolled through, listening to each sample before sticking with one, letting it stay on loop before looking to see the dancer slowly sway before he opened his eyes. His eyes never swaying, looking away while each word slowly left his mouth.

“Tunnel vison got my eyes, on you. Tracking very single line and every move. Heart is racing day and night, for you. Don't hold back, enjoy the ride, let it loose.” The king watched The dancer slowly sway at each word, sometimes leaning down or leaning up, shaking his hips to allow the jingles to ring while his legs stuck out like he was trying to pull someone into his web. Yet those fiery brown eyes stayed stuck on the king's eyes, neither of them looking away from each other like their actions were leading to this moment and neither of them were about to let go unless they truly had to. “The sirens keep on screaming that's a warning, we're staring at the ticket that says “one trip. No turning back, hold on to them railings it's only us but something saying, more, please.” The dancer slowly got closer, staying on his hands and knees, his slender hands slowly reaching up the king's coat to his own knees before pulling himself closer, the mask being the only thing stopping their lips from ever so slightly kissing each other at the right moment when teh king said those last two words. The two of them locking eyes, glad that no one was watching them or being able to stop them.

“Yeah this train never sleeps, brace yourself take a seat, don't you care about the casualties, casualties cause it's safe when it's just you and me, you and me, baby.” The dancer soon sat fully on the king's lap, letting out a soft yet quick gasp, his back resting against the king's rock-hard chest while feeling something poke from underneath him, making the dancer bite his lip with his head tilted to the side, his eyes fluttering close before he slowly made himself arch backwards. Feeling the king's large hands go to his waist, feeling like static. “I feel our heartbeats, shaking, trembling rough ride, hold on tight, yeah this train never sleeps. Hmm, need no break, breaks, this train the engines go insane, our lane, it rains. As long as we head en route, fear is dead, no doubt, baby trust me now.” The dancer slowly rose back up, his arms staying limp to his back before he slowly turned around and allowed his arms to move like small waves that were just slowly growing into larger waves.

Even when the king was reaching the end of his request, towards the end was a surprise to him as the dancer spun around only to sit back on his lap. The dancer's thighs straddling him while their eyes remained locked into each other's eyes. The king making sure he stayed still while their eyes flicked from each other's lips to their eyes. “Beautiful dance, I must say.” “Beautiful dance for an enticing song, anything else you would like to see before you sadly have to go?” The dancer's voice was filled with hope and a tang of sadness knowing that their time would have to end. His eyes searching into the king's eyes while his hands were resting on his shoulders. “Your name, and the rest of your face. I'd hate to ruin this veils of yours.” “Hwang Hyunjin, my king.” Hyunjin, the dancer, slowly unclipped the veil and set it down on the couch next to them. Hyunjin slowly sitting up and looking down into the king's eyes. “Ah the hwang family, I can make an expection for you.” “I can promise you, I never liked the family ties those…things.” Hyunjin knew his family had taken part in the torture of other vampires, but as a child hyunjin never once took part in it.

The king looked up at the dancer, seeing the fear slowly build in his eyes that was hiding being a show of confidence. The king's slowly moved his hand that went up to one of his cheeks, softly thumbing it feeling like Ice was slowly dripping down his face. “I can tell by the way you aren't trying to beg me for mercy like the rest of them when they finally saw me.” The king had a slight smirk on his face, he has that family under his constant watch while they get tortured daily. Their screams echoing from the caves he has them in while they beg for his mercy, the same thing he begged for and his freedom before making his mind. He never harmed the children, if he found a child he would take them to a place he knew they would be safe, after all he can hear everything so if someone tried him, they would set on display for those who need a reason to not cross him. “I would never harm a child nor would I allow any of the house lords to harm a child. Nice to see that this is what you've grown up to be, I'm sure your eomma will be happy to hear her prized son is living a life they wish they could.” The king softly tapped hyunjin's thighs out of habit, watching him slowly stand up, allowing his heels to click once again.

“Depends on the house I'm sent to afterwards. They keep the fourth floor dancers to a special house. Though we never stay in the same one, yet we're not allowed to bring much of anything with us that could get taken in case we forget.” Slowly walking around, hyunjin wanted to take his heels off, but he also needed to wait till the timer was up or when the king left. “So they keep you moving? I think that's for a reason so no one tracks you and tries to get unpaid service. After all, you bring the most money, the most people. They can't let something happen.” Hyunjin smiled softly before walking back over to grab his veil, holding it in his hands before slowly clipping it back behind him. Turning to lock eyes with the king who seemed to mess with his jacket as if he were going to take it off. “Go get dressed to leave, I'll take you to a favorite I've heard of and ensure your rest and day there will bring a great work day, If I'm free to come and see you the next night.” “The king giving a dancer a ride?” “Do I need to make it an order, hwang?” The king slowly walked closer to him, leaning closer to him with one of his gloved hands holding his covered chin.

“I will be back, my king.” Hyunjin said in a soft whisper, slowly pulling away and walking back to the large double doors of his closet. Slowly opening the doors and walking inside, letting the doors close behind him as he undressed himself. He always put away his veil and head jewelry away so nothing got caught or tangled. Putting them back on their hangers carefully to make sure nothing got caught while keeping the veil's spaced out, along with the chains before carefully taking off his pants and hanging them backup in place. Pulling his hair back into a ponytail so he could wipe off all the glitter makeup and blush from his face. Softly humming the lyrics that were now stuck in his head from earlier before finally got dressed. Grabbing his baggy sweats and oversized hoodie that made him look smaller than he truly is. His dirty shoes being the last thing he needed before walking out, letting his hair back down since he doesn't truly need it to be like that tonight. “If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were smaller with this outfit.” Hyunjin walked over, standing in front of the king with a soft smile on his face that never seemed to leave while his eyes relaxed enough to show their soften state. Almost giving off the boba look where there was nothing but soft and adorable eyes that seemed to reflect every light in their ways.

The king wrapped one arm around Hyunjin's waist before walking out of the room and slowly going down the wooden stairs to the bottom floor. Walking past the cleaning crew with his head held down with his hands in his pocket. “Keep your head up high, you're special, Hwang.” The king opened the door to his limo, something he grew to like when he got back into power, it was better than an old horse carriage but happy to enjoy this again. The black leather seats with red accents. The driver coming out to open the door for the two of them to get in the car, teh king getting in first to scoot back to the far end while holding his hand out to help hyunjin get inside the car. Slowly crawling inside of the car to sit next to him, letting out a relaxed sigh while looking more relaxed than having to wait for someone to drive him to another place just for the night. This one was a favorite of the king, so it had to be good now didn't it. “Would you ever want your own small house?” “It's impossible to own a house as a human now, where would I even get one?”

Looking at the king, who had a curious look on his face, crossing one leg over the other with his hands resting back on his knees while Hyunjin had his legs spread open just a little while slouching a little on the comfortable chair. “That's not what I asked, now is it?” Hyunjin slowly blinked while his mind was trying to think of an answer. “I would, but it wouldn't be cheap.” “Of course not, a Jewel is expensive and won't handle anything less. Hm, I might make something.” “You want to give me a house after one dance?” Just as the car stopped, the king pulled Hyunjin's hoodie closer to him, nearly pulling him to sit right back on his lap, their lips were almost touching but their eyes were locked in on each other as if no one else was there to mess with them anymore while the driver was slowly standing outside. “If you're going to carry the title of the Crimson Jewel, you need a place where I can get to you without having to worry about some thirsty vampire with a human pet trying to get closer to you. So yes, I'm getting you a house where I can send you thinks without worrying if someone has the never to take it.” Hyunjin rapidly blinked while parting his lips slightly, trying to think of some words but nothing was coming to mind.

“Now scoot, I have to get you inside.” Hyunin slowly got out, nearly stumbling before slowly standing up straight only to be dragged up to the large wooden doors. The king's arms wrapped around his waist while the doors seemed to have opened on their own. Revealing the large lounge area with black and red curtains hanging from the room that would slowly droop down to the floor. The floors having black carpet that felt soft on the bare feet since you had to take off your shoes in the respected area before walking to the large circle desk, where the main keeper sat with his large golden circle glasses, waving with his gloved hands. “Well hello my king, what brings you here with this special one?” “The best room you have. They'll be staying there till I can get something situation.” Hyunjin looked at the king in shocked before seeing a large golden key in front of him. “Top floor ready as always, would you like me to guide them for you?” “No thank you, Felix. I can handle it.”

The keeper, felix seemed to have a playful pout, winking at the king as he walked away with hyunjin by his side. “A past between the two of you?” Hyunjin asked, closing his mouth quickly as the two went up the 4 flights of stairs. “No, Felix is flirty with all of my men who come in here, especially Changbin. Getting jealous of the keeper downstairs now are we?” Hyunjin whipped his head around before being twirled around and held against the wall. The king grabbing his legs and wrapping them around his covered waist while leaning closer to the dancer, holding his chin and lifting it up, almost like the two of them were about to kiss each other. Yet he had a smirk on his face, enjoying the look of hyunjin's face and how he was trying to deny his words but could he truly lie to the king? “Just a curious question, I never seen someone like that before.” “Don’t worry, the closer you get to Felix, the more he might try to playfully flirt with you. Maybe when he sees you're the most talked about dancer, he might even ask for some advice on how to get his crushes attention.” Thumbing his bottom lip, the king was leaning closer, his other arm keeping Hyunjin's arms above his head, their lips were nearly touching each other, like a ghost just barely touching each other.

“Don't worry, you have my attention, just like how you have me wrapped around you're cute fingers.” Slowly letting him down, the king opened the door next to him and handed hyunjin the golden key, also sliding off his jacket and handing it to him. Seeing Hyunjin's dazed and shocked gaze as he tried to come back to reality. “When you finally lay down, and if you even think of touching yourself, wrap yourself fin my jacket and think of me till I can do what I want.” The king left, leaving a stun hyunjin who slowly smelled the jacket. Bitting his lip softly before walking into the room and closing the door behind him. Looking at the large room that had no kitchen, meaning there was a meal time downstairs. But one side had a large circle tub with tile floors and shelves for other things and on the other side there was a large circle bed for hyunjin to rest on and wouldn't fall off. Looking around and slowly getting undressed, walking to the small closet doors and grabbing something to sleep in, he was quick to take a shower, not wanting to fully enjoy himself since it was late and he truly just wanted to go to bed. Putting on the gown, knowing he would need time to get things in here before getting his own house, if the king is true to his words but not sure if he should trust it.

But he wore that jacket to sleep, wrapping it around him and laying down, he was hard, twitching even but he would not try it yet. He wanted to keep the king guessing if he didn’t anything yet before slowly giving in, but he would try nothing tonight, for now he just wanted to sleep. He knew that in the morning things were going to get a little more fun.

Waking up was weird, Hyunjin had done his morning routine when he rose from the soft and luxury bed with the jacket still wrapped around him, adding more warmth to himself while he looked in the closet to see if there was anything he would want to wear, but he heard the knock on the door just as he grabbed the handles. Turning to walk over, he opened the door to see Felix. Fixing his fancy yet dangling glasses and tucking his hair behind his ears while holding a box. “Good morning handsome! Hope you slept amazingly.” He cheered, his deep voice nearly throwing off hyunjin once again, but it was there, then again the king said he was flirty with almost everyone. “Oh…Good morning? Would you like to come in or?” “All up to you, if not I can leave this out here and meet you downstairs to explain what all we have to eat, though it would ruin the surprise.” Hyunjin slowly moved to the side to let the excited man walk inside. Seeing him skip before slowly closing the door behind him, trying to get used to seeing the man.

His outfit was different today, wearing a long black trench coat that only had the middle two buttons buttoned up, to still show his dark red shirt that he had tucked into his black slacks that were hovering above his black boots. His hair tied back into a high ponytail with some bangs hovering to the sides of his face. Still showing off his round gold glasses while he set the large black box on the floor, lifting up the lid and setting it to the side before slowly holding up an outfit, turning to face a confused but excited hyunjin. “The king sent you this and wanted me to help get you dressed in this, along with giving you a tore of the rest of this place since everything else is hidden behind those scary looking trees before you go to work. He also said you looked good in anything that hugs you, but not so tight.”

Setting out the outfit on the bed, it was a white loose shirt with a black harness with black cargo jeans, all that pocket space and loose belts that would bounce with each step he took along with some brand new combat boots. “And of course, while you get excited he handpicked some accessories before having them send over here. I think you'll like them.” It was hard for Felix to hide a smirk as he puled out the display cases of the jewelry. A long white and black necklace that came with a smaller one that could pass off as a chocked with a heart in the middle. Some rings to go on each finger if he so wished, actual diamond earrings with a matching diamond bracelet. And lastly some chains to go along his pants, the gloves were optional but if not they could always stay in the room. “He picked these out for me?” Hyunjin asked, slowly setting the coat on the bed, getting his own clothes off since he was used to getting dressed with others around since there was just no point in getting shy.

“There is a lot here that no one who didn't get an invitation. All of which I will show you for your stay here till the king makes a place that fits your standards.” Felix turned over only to look away quickly, keeping his head up high while Hyunjin got dressed, adjusting the belts and harness to his liking before looking at the jewelry at his disposal. “You can look at me, I'm fully dressed this time.” Slowly clipping on the earrings, letting them dangle from the side of his head and holding up the necklaces, he turned back to Felix, who already knew the next question and helped clipped them to Hyunjin's liking while getting the chains together. Slowly stepping back to look at the taller male who pulled this outfit off effortlessly, even with the shoes on he made it look amazing. “What else is there to see? Is this not just a resting place?” Felix smirked while doing a follow me motion. Walking out of the room with a happy skip even. “Oh, you are in for a long day.”

“Are you sure I can't pay for extra?” “Sir, I will not be saying it again. I won't be saying ti again.” Hyunjin huffed, crossing his arms while leaning against the wall of his main room, staring down at a man who was counting out the bills he owed hyunjin for his performance of the night, all the while he just stood there watching him. Once the money sat on teh table, hyunjin waited till the man had left the room fully before counting. Honestly, he was over being here, he was tiring of going through the motions, even when he tried to make himself excited it was never working. Walking to his closet he got himself dressed in his oversized pajamas, wrapping the long trench coat around his shoulders before walking out of his room, his bag for his money hidden under the coat as he said goodbye to his coworkers and walked out of the wooden doors, stopping while looking at the kingdom car. Seeing it pull up closer to him before stopping, allowing a messenger to get out and walk over to him with a letter he was supposed to read. “How can I help you?” “The king doesn't know we're doing this, but he's just returned and looks like he's about to lose his mind if he doesn't see you soon. We've cleared the palace of everyone since it would mask you. But he needs to see you, badly.”

Watching hyunjin slowly blink, letting the words sink in before looking over to the palace, standing ever so still but the bats kept flying around, almost blacking out the moon that would shine so bright. “What about my things at the cabin?” “We will take care of that, even if you don't trust us the bats will alert him if any of us try anything and given his state of mind right now, we would be dead.” Nodding his head, hyunjin walked to the back of the car and got in, messing with the coat some since it was the kings, sitting in the back of the car while zoning out in his thoughts. He's gotten used to talking with some of the king’s men when they were asking him questions about the things he would want since Chan wasn’t there, but gave them orders to make sure hyunjin got whatever he asked for even it seemed impossible to get or unlike. He first joked about having his own place, getting used to joking around with felix before the fancy inn he was running gets too busy with events he had to monitor.

Sometimes they would meet at hyunjin's house and talk for hours on end about any and everything. Cook in his kitchen or even just sit on his massive bed or couch with something playing on his tv. Hyunjin knew felix couldn’t do it tonight and just thought he was going to be at home with no one to talk to. But now here he is, the large staircase leading to the dark palace where the king was, where it would just be the two of them and no one else. The assistant got out and helped hyunjin get out of the car. Standing close but not close enough to where hyunjin would smell like him, wanting to keep his head on his shoulders. “Here, it's the money from tonight, please leave this in my room if you can get inside the house.” Hyunjin added quickly, slowly taking out the handheld bag and handing it over to the man before walking up the stairs to the large black doors. Hyunjin standing there frozen as if he were stuck, trying to regain his confidence while the vampire slowly opened one door. “No one knows where he is now since when we came to get you he was pacing in the ballroom, but he should smell you without the jacket, smelling you and hearing your voice should do the trick.” Slowly handing over the coat, hyunjin walked inside the corridor, letting the door slowly close behind him while the sound of the bats sreeching and flying rung in his ears.

Seeing them fly around in some places while his shoes were slowly clicking against the floor, each hallway lead to somewhere new, each door hiding something behind it but still walking past each one. “Chan? My king?” His voice echoed through each room, his heart was racing while he looked around each corner with hope. While Chan had turned his head from his bathroom mirror, his fangs showing with his eyes wide, thinking he was slowly losing his mind quicker while he quietly left his room. Keeping his footsteps silent while he listened and sniffed around, making sure he was hearing the person he couldn't wait to see. Looking down from one opening, hiding in the shadows he saw him. Hyunjin slowly walking while his head was looking around in each corner he could see. Chan could now clearly hear his quickened heartbeat, licking his fangs while quietly walking to the staircase that hyunjin was bound to come to since the hallway was leading to an end soon. He had to lure him to his room, knowing if he pounced now there would be no walking around anywhere. So Chan waited till he could see hyunjin walking up the spiral staircase, where almost no light showed since the bats were flying high.

But he let his boots lead the way, hyunjin almost jumping but chasing after the sound of the boots in the dimly light hallway before finding himself in a room, everything being in black and red, the bed looking like a mess, some claw marks on the walls and the windows being covered so no light was peaking inside. The only light being the fireplace and wall lamps that were dimmed as well. “Chan..?” His voice was quiet but loud enough to hear while he slowly looked around the room. Once he was in the middle, the door slammed shut and just as hyunjin jumped to turn around, Chan’s arms wrapped around his small waist, the force causing hyunjin to fall back on the soft bed while chan stared him down. His frantic eyes scanning each part of him while his hands gripped the satin sheets on each side of Hyunjin's head. “How did you get here? You weren't supposed to know I was back.” His voice was like a whisper, his eyes showing a fight that he was trying so hard to win after so long, his shoulders tense while he tried to hide his fangs.

Hyunjin slowly moved his hands up, making sure not to make quick movements before his hands slowly and softly cupped Chan's cheeks, watching him relax even just a little, letting out a breathe he didn't even know he was holding. “Two of your drivers picked me up after work saying how badly you needed to me before losing it so I came. Almost thought they were lying till now.” Chan leaned into Hyunjin’s touch, his head turning to smell his hands with his eyes fluttering closed, letting hyunjin watch while his body went from relaxed, to tense, too slowly trying to relax again. “I was so mad I had to leave after day one…I wanted to do so many stupid things just to get it done and come back but couldn't risk it. Even watching you through the bats wasn't enough, I'm so wrapped in you that leaving for so long drives me insane.” Never once did hyunjin speak, watching the king smell his hand, slowly going up to his neck and letting out relaxed sighs each time while the two just laid on the edge of the bed. This was a sight no one else would see or hear, something that made hyunjin realise those gifts weren't just because he was considered a jewel, but because he meant this much to the king.

He could feel his fangs grazing over his neck, the king wanted to bite but was too scared if he did. “Then why are you so hesitate to bite me?” “Because it wouldn't be a simple drink. I'd turn you, and that's just-" “Then turn me. We both know I won't be human for much longer.” Chuckling at the idea, hyunjin watched the king rose from his neck just for the two to lock eyes with each other, but chan wanted to hear more, why should he turn him now and not wait? “My family is being handled for their crimes, and I've gotten so used to talking with felix and being around vampires some of my coworkers are thinking I am one and I just enjoy dancing because I make it look easy. Felix let's me taste things no human would ever be given even if they were favored, even telling me at this point I'm one, why wait when we both know how it will end? Besides.” Felix his confidence come back, rising to the king’s ear with his hands slowly going down to his vest. “I'd be able to take a rougher pounding from you then if I were human. You'd be too worried if I would faint and hold back when you've had to do so for so long it would just drive you crazy. If you're gonna let loose, why stop yourself?”

Laying back on the bed, he stared up into the king's eyes, never looking elsewhere even when he felt the large hand wrap around his neck, not squeezing it but so the king could lean down closer. “You… are too addicting and you know it so well.” Before hyunjin could give a response, Chan moved his hand away and bit into hyunjin's neck, heairng the loud gasp and feeling his hands tightly grip his broad shoulders. Chan closed his eyes as he bit harder, knowing he wanted to turn the male. He could hear the sounds coming, which made him even more excited the more he drank before slowly pulling away. He didn’t drink him dry, just enough to have his body in a fight or flight while his breathing was shallow. Harshly bitting his own hand, letting the blood not only pour from his hand but from his mouth. Watching hyunjin’s eyes widen with a hint of red slowly glowing in his eyes while his chest begun to rise and fall once more. His mouth opening wider to catch each drop while chan let his bleeding hand get closer, watching hyunjin lean up to catch and suck on the cut.

“You need to drink a lot from me to even be considered a royal, can you handle this much blood at once? I know mine is delicious but it can also drive you insane if your too cocky hwang.” As cocky as chan sounded, he was worried about doing this because Hyunjin's body was already shaking. But his eyes stayed locked in and wide. His nails were digging into the sheets under him while his legs were squirming and nearly kicking him even. Hyunjin needed to drink a lot, this was Chan's favorite way to turn people regardless of who they were, showing their fight for survival and how far some will go to even get there. After a while of fighting, not only did the scar slowly close up, hyunjin licked his lips of any dripping blood while trying to slowly sit up on his elbows while his eyes seemed to relax from their fiery red color to a subtle brown.

“You made that way hotter than it needed to be now just fucking kiss me already.” He huffed out, grabbing onto the king's collar to pull him down as the two fell back on the messy bed, their lips tangling with each other while their hands roamed. Hyunjin's hand’s trying so hard to get the buttons from the vest undone and taking it off, while Chan's hands were going under Hyunjin's loose shirt and to feel his bare skin, pulling away quickly, Hyunjin letting out a whine before trying to scoot back on the bed, seeing Chan bite the tips of his gloves just to pull them off to the side. Tossing them somewhere in the room while he slipped off his annoying vest and shirt, his eyes never leaving Hyunjin as the smaller male was taking off his shirt, tossing it somewhere against a wall, the moment the shirt was gone he saw the king in front of him, his lips latching back onto to his neck to leave hickies. Chan sucked on his neck and collarbone hard, like he had no plans to let go while keeping hyunjin under him, but letting his hands fully roam to feel things. Hyunjin's hands would feel against Chan's chest and stomach, feeling his abs despite their being almost no room between the two, his legs parting away more to wrap around the king's waist just to keep them together.

Hyunjin finally letting out a moan when the king tugged his hair back, but his head was moving down to suck on his nipples, nibbling on each one just to watch him crumble, his hands going down to Hyunjin’s sides to keep him in place before pulling away, licking off some of the blood that was leaking still since the taste alone was enough to keep him going back for more, leaving a sweet taste in his mouth. “Think we can put this mouth of yours to use, hm? See how much you can take before we nearly break the wall, what do you think? His voice was like a whisper but it was deep and raspy, one hand keeping hyunjin's hair back, the other one pressing against one nipple at a time just to watch hyunjin start to squirm and whimper. “I wanna suck, please let me suck, please fuck!” His voice was getting higher, his hips were bucking up high before falling against the bed, watching Chan stand up at the end of the bed while taking off his pants, letting them fall to the ground along with his boxers, hissing some because of the air hitting his hard cock that was twitching now that it was free.

Hyunjin crawled over, looking at it with wide eyes with his mouth opened, softly licking the tip while looking up at Chan. His innocent eyes peaking out of his hair while he took in one inch at a time, keeping his throat relaxed while he stayed on his hands and knees. breathing though his nose while slowly bobbing his head, his eyes fluttering closed while he heard Chan’s soft groans fly around his ear. Letting his tongue slowly swirl around it while he picked up speed. Letting out gagging sounds while his hands moved back up to Chan’s thick thighs, digging his nails into each one to keep himself steady while his head was going faster. His muffled loud moans mixed with slurp sounds and gagging sounds. His eyes tried to open, looking up at Chan's pleasured face while enjoying the feeling of Chan's hand going through his hair only to grab a handful, deciding to take control back he began to quickly move his hips so his tip was hitting the back of Hyunjin's throat, he knew it was going to be raw, but he was lost in his own heaven and there was no pulling him back down yet.

Tears building in the corners of Hyunjin's eyes, he had to keep his hands on Chan's thighs while he felt himself twitching. But came as a surprise when Hyunjin pulled away, sticking his tongue out while fluttering his eyes opened, catching his breath while staring at a hard and confused chan before speaking. “Inside, please cum inside me I wanna feel it in there while I can still scream.” Letting Chan just toss him against the bed, ripping off his pants and boxers, Chan grabbed his legs and pulled him closer, leaving his legs on his shoulders while his hands held onto his thighs. Hyunjin resting on his elbows so the pair could stare up at each other and maybe even makeout. “Don't finger me, I can take it just please, fucking use me till I can't talk anymore fuck.” His whimpers and pleads were music to Chan's ears, listening without hesitation as he pushed himself in all in one go. Watching Hyunjin's back arch while his eyes rolled back before letting out a music of moans and cries. Letting his body fall against the bed while he tried to look down at the show.

Seeing Chan's hips thrust into Hyunjin like he was running, his pace fast with hard thrust to hit his prostate with each movement. Everytime Hyunjin tried to talk, Chan was basically moving his fingers as an instrument. His pace either teasingly slowing down to make hyunjin beg in frustration or going faster just to see and hear him stumble over his words with his eyes rolling back. His hair bouncing around with his legs shaking. hyunjin's broken moans and cries only somehow getting louder and louder while his hands stayed scratching the king's shoulders and back. Never letting go and even drawing blood at how deep his nails were getting, but it only made Chan encourage him more. “My my look at you, you're taking me in like you were made for this. Is this what you were made for? Being my cockslut to the point you can't even form words anymore? All you can do is scratch me and beg for more like a broken record. Come on hwang, let me hear you one more time.” He rasped out in Hyunjin's ears, his thrust getting more erratic and rushed while licking hyunjin's tears.

Hearing his pants and moans getting louder and louder and watching him try his hardest to form words outside of the word please. “Shit, shit shit shit! Yes, fuck I can't I'm gonna cum please let me cum please.” With a large smirk chan stayed still, letting out his release while watching Hyunjin squirm and let out a broken cry while coughing. HIs body trembling while Chan let him ride out his high, hearing hyunjin whimper while trying to keep himself awake so he could see what chan was doing while hearing him. He didn't want to go to sleep but he could tell that his body was tired, nearly passing out in the process but it was worth it and he would gladly do it again, which he knew would happen at some point but he wasn't truly sure when it would happen. Chan waited till Hyunjin's body stopped shaking and trembling,maybe not a lot but enough to where he wasn't squeezing him so tightly that Chan couldn't pull out.

Once he finally pulled out, he waved his hand around and held a towel and began carefully cleaning hyunjin top to bottom. Not pressing too hard but making sure he could get things right. He knew he needed to actually give hyunjin a bath, but he also knew Hyunjin was too tired for one for his first time since he doesn't know what to do. But he could see the sweat all over the bed, slowly picking up hyunjin while whistling to the bats, watching the bats change the sheets for him and made his bed. Finally, laying back in bed and holding hyunjin close. He kept Hyunjin's face in his bare chest, just close enough to where he could talk and just let hyunjin rest and talk in his ear. “I'll do better care in the morning before we really start the day, I love you hyunjin. Rest your voice before you try to say anything, okay?”

“It's times like this I hate being a vampire.” One driver said, sitting in his car and rubbing his face, wanting to cover his ears but he would just hear the sounds again in his head. “He sounded like he was killing the poor dude!” The second one said, letting go of his hair while they sat far away from the palace, yet could still hear everything and hated it. “And this is just the first time… it's gonna get worse.” “Dude. Shut the fuck up.”

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