#you would be surprised the level of docile and easygoing he can be once he has no obligations to be in fight or fawn

[muu-kun]

Meanwhile, if you can't give Muu this in a relationship, he doesn't want it. he wants to be that chihuahua, and he'll accept no less.

[jaeminlore]

prince charming » johnny

- prompt: you seem to be the only one who doesn't find the prince charming and he finds that rather, well, charming. words: 3031 category: prince!au, fluff a/n: hey marissa @midnighthansol bet you didn't know that while we were talking about monct i was actually writing this for your birthday haha how sneaky am i. thanks for being a great friend and i wish you the happiest of birthdays!

- You seemed to be the only one in the entire kingdom who didn't like Prince Johnny. Your mother thought you were crazy: to be the prince's maid and not like him. Many of the other women and a few men in the servant's quarters thought you to be mad. Perhaps you were.

They called him Prince Charming most days. That was because of Johnny's uncanny ability to be so a absolutely charming despite his clumsiness. It was also because he was extremely good looking, in a gentle and approachable type of way. He was never rude to anyone he met. He was extremely good at holding in his temper. You knew from firsthand experience that he cared for his staff more than he probably should, thanks to the many nights and mornings he made you leave work without argument to take the day off if you were ever sick or tired. He loves his friends the most, perhaps, and often let them crash at his room in the castle. His friend group ranged in many different ages and many different titles, but Johnny never seemed to care as long as they could get together and have fun. For this reason, you liked to call him Prince Messy Pants, or Sir Makes-A-Mess. Any time he had his friends over, they would always leave early in the morning for something. Whether it be an early swim at the kingdom's lake, a fox hunt, or a trip the a nearby marketplace; they were gone before you started your shift. The reason you hated Johnny was because he and his friends always left the biggest messes behind. Of course you could expect it: they were all teenage boys with attention spans collectively the size of a housefly. With the entire castle's inventory at their wake, they could do practically anything they wanted. That was why Johnny's bedroom often had candle wax in his tapestries (they had been fencing with lit candlesticks. For fun, a knight named Yuta had once told you.) It was also why the bathing house connected to his room was often covered in suds and what seemed to be sticky soda on the walls. There were other messes here and there. Sometimes you'd have to hand wash Johnny's sheets because he had gotten soot on them. How did he get soot on his bed, one might ask? Well you can't fence with candlesticks and not wear a proper cape, can you? Just the thought of what you might walk into today made your blood boil. Sometimes you thought the prince might do stuff to his room on purpose, just to get back at you for not praising him every opportunity you got. Most of the time you could rationalize that that wasn't true, because despite his messy lifestyle, Johnny was a very kind and empathetic person. You hummed a song to yourself as you walked to his room. You couldn't remember where you had heard the song. Perhaps one of the bards had played the ballad during the King and Queen's annual feast every staff member was invited to. Perhaps you had heard Johnny singing it in his room. Sometimes he would sing as he got ready, and you'd calmly tell him that if he hummed his remixed rendition of Ring Around the Rosie one more time you'd drown him in his own bathtub. He'd just pull his shirt over his head and laugh at your disgruntled figure, only choosing to hum louder.

It was a side most of the kingdom never saw. They saw calm Johnny, serene Johnny, and docile Johnny. You saw loud Johnny, messy Johnny, and downright annoying Johnny. If you complained about it to your fellow maids, they'd only slap your arm, chiding you for complaining about your position. They'd coo over the thought of being in Johnny's bedroom as he got dressed and ready for the day. And yes, although it was a rather pleasing visual to see his messy bedhead and his toned abdomen every morning, you couldn't exactly say it was romantic. You offered the job to all of them plenty of times, but they never once took you up on that offer. They had some sort of goal, it seemed, to get you to see Johnny in the same light they saw him in. "It's hard to have a crush on a boy when you've unclogged his toilet," you would say to them, hoping to gross them out enough to leave you alone. Truthfully, you've never had to unclog the prince's porcelain throne, and you prayed you'd never have to. Inside of Johnny's room was the mess you always expected when his friends were over. What you didn't expect was the prince himself, still asleep in his bed. You walked over and pressed your palm against his forehead to see that he was burning up. "Uh, Your Highness? Are you okay?" Johnny kept his eyes closed, but shook his head with a pout. "I don't feel good." "Well I can go get the castle healer and make you some soup. Would you like that?" You really needed someone else to take care of him while you cleaned. Staring at the floor that seemed to be covered in homemade slime and glitter, you thought it might be a long day for the cleaning job. "I think I'll be okay with a little rest," he said quietly, this time opening one eye to peak at your reaction. "Okay," you said, "then rest while I get to cleaning. If I get too loud just go sleep somewhere else." Your way of talking to the prince was a bit unorthodox and slightly disrespectful. He never took it that way, though, and liked the bite in your conversation. It kept him on his toes.

"No," he said defiantly. In on swift move, he sat up and grabbed your waist, dragging you under the covers with him. "What are you doing?" you squeaked, hoping he couldn't see the red in your cheeks. "I have to clean." "Don't," he said calmly. It was the first time you had ever heard his voice get soft and low like that. You subconsciously wanted to hear it again. "I want to hold you." "Well we don't all get what we want, now do we?" you snapped, still struggling against his forearms. "Johnny, let me go." You could almost hear the pout in his voice as he obeyed, loosening his grip and allowing you to get out of the bed. "But I'm sick and sleepy and I like to hold stuff when I'm sick. How am I supposed to fall asleep now?" You sighed and gave Johnny a pointed stare. The two of you seemed to be having a nonverbal argument, consisting of nothing but raised eyebrows and pursed lips. Finally, the prince won. You got up and locked his door, grumbling as you did. "Fine. But no one ever needs to know about this, and I'm only doing it because I want to go back to sleep and avoid my duties." "Sure you do, cutie," Johnny said with an excited smile, "Now come here and let me hold you." "This is extremely idiosyncratic," you said, struggling to feel unaffected by the way his warm breath hit the back of your neck. "I don't know what that means so I'm going to pretend it means amazing and extremely enticing." You rolled your eyes and turned over to face him and begin another argument, only to become far too close to his face. Bad idea. You gulped and forced your eyes to stay level with his, though they so desperately wanted to trail down towards his lips. "It means crazy, not traditional, absurd, unheard of." "You wanna know what's crazy?" Johnny began, only to stop and narrow his eyes at you, "Can you keep a secret." You glared right back at him, "Your Highness, I swear if you hid your dinner in the vents again because you didn't eat all of it, I'm going to kill you. No, the cooks won't get offended and yes, bread does mold so tell me where it is and I'll—" "I don't want to become king," Johnny interrupted your spiel, causing you to fall into silence. "Oh. Well, why not?" Johnny turned on his back and ran his hands through his hair, searching the ceiling as if it held the answers to life's problems. "To be honest, Y/n, I'm not even sick. I just faked it because I don't want to meet up with my parents to discuss my coronation. Did you know I've bought a cottage down at the farthest village, far away from the castle and closer to the bay?" He smiled then, and something in your heart stirred to see him opening up to you. "I want to live in it one day. I want to renounce my title and live a peaceful life. I want to start a family and become a farmer or something. I just don't want to be responsible for my country." "You don't trust yourself to take good care of it?" you pondered, surprised that even the easygoing Johnny seemed to have his doubts about the future. "I do," Johnny said. "But, you know, it's hard. It's stressful. It's a life I don't want to pull a family into. I don't want to marry a girl and expect her to become queen when that isn't her dream. I don't want to force my kids to be the future monarchs when they might be into something else, like teaching or sailing."

The thoughtful side of Johnny everyone seemed to coo about was finally before your eyes, and for once you didn't wish to argue with him. You didn't wish to bring up the fact that there seemed to be a strange stain on his curtains. You simply wanted him to be happy. "Show me the cottage." "What?" Johnny turned to you quickly, his eyes widening at your offer. "Yeah. I don't want to clean and you don't want to go to your meeting. We can sneak off for the day and you can show me your cottage and tell me the life you dream of in there. In return I get a day off work." Johnny pursed his lips. "I want to thank you but you're making it hard to do." "You're welcome," you said, patting his chest jovially before jumping out of his bed. "Now get dressed while I tie some bedsheets together." "Um, I have stairs on my balcony that lead to the garden," Johnny reminded you as he pulled off his nightshirt. "Oh." You blushed, and you weren't really sure if it was from the sight of his bare chest or the embarrassment of not knowing the layout of the bedroom you were so often in. In your defense, you hardly ever cleaned the balcony. "Well, hurry up then."

Johnny only chuckled and continued to meander around, taking his sweet time. "Johnny, you have exactly one minute to get your butt down those stairs before I retract my offer." Johnny grabbed his cloak and pulled it on, covering his face with the hood before he smiled at you. "You called me Johnny." "So?" "You've never done that before." You stepped down the stairs, listening around you for any heavy footsteps of the castle guards. "What, are you offended by it? Should I go back to Your Highness?" "No," Johnny said almost instantly. "I like it when you say my name. It sounds natural." You stopped and looked at him, confused by his words. Your stare must've flustered him, because he looked down at his feet and passed you, walking towards the castle gate. The two of you walked in silence the whole way to the village. Mostly because you've only been to this particular village a handful of times, and each time seemed like a completely new experience. The two of you passed a small, worn down building with what looked to be children's drawings nailed to the wood of the walls. "Oh!" Johnny grabbed your hand and pulled your towards the door. "My buddies Ten and Taeyong work here. Let's go see them." "Is this a school?" "I wish," Johnny said, pushing open the door. "It's an orphanage. Luckily there aren't too many kids in it." The two of you walked in, and the first thing you saw were two identical girls playing with blocks. In the corner was a man with dark hair and glasses, bending down and struggling to comfort a small boy, who was crying. "Now, Soomin, you know it's not okay to take toys from other people. You can have the blocks when they are done with them, okay? Why don't we go play with the wooden horses? You like them, don't you?" The little boy nodded, accepting the outstretched hand of the man and allowing himself to be pulled in the direction of the wooden toys. "Ten!" Johnny said, starling the man into tripping over a toy knight. He looked up and smiled. "Hey, Johnny! Hey, random person." "I'm Y/n," you said. "Where's the other guy? Taeyong?"

"Oh he's in the back with the baby," Ten supplied. "He's trying to get her to go to sleep." "The orphanage has six kids," Johnny informed you. "Three toddlers, one baby, and two older kids. The latter should be at school now." "Has anyone talked about adopting them?" you asked, watching he small boy play on his own, a content smile on his face. "A few people want the baby, of course. No one really wants a kid that's older than two years, unfortunately. We don't know how to change that mindset." Your eyes lingered on the boy for a bit too long before you turned to Johnny. "Why don't your parents make a proclamation to the court? Maybe there are some people who want to adopt but don't know about this place." "I've tried," Johnny said. "They won't listen." You frowned, feeling annoyed at the monarchs for ignoring such an issue. Six kids. That was a small number. There had to be at least a few families who wanted to adopt. "That sucks." Johnny and you left after that, stopping at the market for a bit of lunch. The smell of the market was atrocious. Due to the cramped space, those who sold manure were selling right beside those who sold fresh food. Your stomach turned to see people stepping in animal waste just to get around. "I had no idea," you said. "Why is it so bad down here?"

Johnny didn't answer. He seemed to be deep in thought. By the time the two of you made it to the cottage, your spirit was worn. Those were your people. They deserved better treatment and care. They needed more land and more help from the royals. Your mood lifted slightly as you took in the fancy interior of the room. "Johnny, this place is huge!" Johnny's mood, however, stayed low as he struggled to keep up with your excitement. He wondered why his parents did so little for this village. It might be one of the poorest places in the kingdom, but it shouldn't be so blatantly ignored. Seeing you walk around his cottage stirred something inside of him. Suddenly a coronation didn't seem so scary to him. He thought of those kids having families, and those people selling their things on a clean street, free from the fear of disease. He thought of you, not as his maid but as his wife, arguing with the officials until you got your way and everyone in the kingdom got a home. "Y/n?" "What?" you asked, absentmindedly running your hand along the interior of the cottage. "I think I have to become king." You turned around, ready to joke about his indecisiveness, but he looked so serious that you couldn't bring yourself to poke fun. "Why the sudden change of heart?" Johnny shook his head, walking closer to you. "What about those kids? What about those traders and sellers? Who's going to take care of them if I don't take up the throne? Who is going to help them and show them kindness if not me?"

His attitude shift surprised you, but what you did next surprised you even more. You cupped his face and pulled him down to meet your lips. He let out of a noise of surprise before melting into your touch. Quickly and eagerly, he took over, turning you and lifting you up slightly, so that you were sitting in the back of the couch. With his hands on your waist, he gave you open mouthed kisses on the corners of your lips and jaw before returning to your mouth. "I want you by my side," he whispered in between kisses. "I want you and your snark, and your passion, and your love for justice." He finally pulled away, just enough for him to see your swollen lips and for you to see his awestruck expression. "You really don't know how much I've always adored you, do you?" You opened your mouth to answer, but Johnny caught the syllables with his lips, unable to hold back when you looked so beautiful and innocent in that moment. When you finally weren't arguing with him and instead the two of you were seeing eye to eye... or rather, lip to lip. "Perhaps the reason you're so infuriating is because I've always been a bit in love with you, but I thought you never noticed me," you managed to say. "Why do you think I always made my room so messy?" he asked you. "You would never talk to me if it wasn't in the form of an argument. I had to find some way to get you to notice me." "So what do we do now?" you asked him, brushing your nose against his. He hummed, "Now I go plan my coronation with my parents and ask them if I can have a wedding on the same day. Then, if you'll say yes, we'll change this kingdom for the better, together." »the end«